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jabbajambler · 3 years

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The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,422

*GIF by @ansonmount*

I sat up, finding myself alone in the plush bed. This situation felt oddly familiar, but somehow weirder. I didn't peg Din as someone who would voluntarily get up and socialize with people he didn't know too well, but I guess I was wrong.

I got up and stretched before I left the room, finding everyone gathered at the large dining table. Din sat next to the child, feeding him small pieces of cooked meat. I laughed quietly at the domestic scene, alerting everyone of my presence.

Ana rushed over and smoothed out my hair with a bright smile. "Sorry, Myrah. Mando said he didn't want to wake you and neither did I." She giggled and led me over to the table where a tall, brunette man sat with a little girl at his side. I assumed that was Shira.

She had her mother's brown eyes and her father's hair. She was absolutely adorable. The energy she radiated was impeccable as well. It was clear that like her mother, she had a great tie to the Force.

Ana placed a small plate of fruit and eggs in front of me, hurrying to the seat next to mine. "How did you sleep?" She asked with a beaming grin.

"It was amazing. I haven't slept that good since-" I stopped and glanced up at Din, a slight blush coating my cheeks. "Well, for a while."

"I'm glad to hear it! So, do you know what you're going to do today?"

I shrugged and began shoveling the food into my mouth. The food was also some of the best I've had in a long time. Some of the travel food that Din packed had expired long ago and became nearly unbearable to eat.

"Not much. We still have to take care of the baby after all."

Ana gasped and looked over at the child who cooed with a mouth full of food, causing Shira to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Nonsense! You guys need to go enjoy yourselves. There is so much to do in here, you shouldn't waste this time." She paused, her eyes lighting up. "Didn't you agree to give him a tour of the city?"

"Ana, no. There's way too much to do and we just got here."

"Come on! You love this city so much. We'll even watch the baby!" She looked over at her husband for approval. He gave a big smile and nodded as well. I see how they found each other.

"I don't know... We don't really like to go out much. Besides, with Mando being- well- a Mandalorian, we may catch some unwanted attention."

"I think it's a great idea."

We all turned towards the muffled voice that spoke up, hiding behind the shiny beskar helmet.

"What? You love the city and I don't mind going with you."

"Then it's settled!" Ana stood and clasped her hands together. "I can even help you with a change of clothes!" She squealed and ran out of the room, stopping to press a quick peck to her husband's cheek.

I looked up at Din while he cocked his head to the side. He had something planned and I wasn't sure I liked where this was going.

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I stood in front of the long mirror in a pair of tight gray pants and a wine-colored tunic that was cinched at the waist with a tight, black belt. The neckline dipped in a slight v-shape but nothing too scandalous and the sleeves fell from my shoulders. Apparently that was how it was supposed to be.

I'm not sure if it was intentional, but it reminded me of what we would wear as children when we trained.

Ana worked on braiding two strands on the sides of my head, setting them free to intertwine and dangle with my natural waves.

"Aw, Myrah. You look beautiful." She smiled and fluffed my hair.

"You did this on purpose."

"Maybe. I couldn't help myself!" She sighed and threw her hands up in defeat. "You know, it's one of my mom's old outfits. You're probably always covered head to toe in black, I had to switch it up just a little."

I knew she had good intentions, she always does. Maybe it wasn't too big of a deal. It was just an outfit. It was nice to pretend like everything was normal. Like nothing had ever changed.

"Oh! Would you look at the time?" She glanced out the window at the barely setting sun. "Time for you to get going!"

She pulled me with her as we ran out the door, finding Din standing in the corridor, his relaxed form leaning against the wall.

"Alright, you two. Have fun! Don't worry about a thing, we have everything under control here." She delivered a quick kiss to my cheek before taking off. I never knew how she had so much energy all the time. Neither one of her parents ever acted the way she did.

"Ready to go?" I smiled shyly at Din, offering my hand to him as I shifted closer to the door.

His gaze followed me ever since I stepped in front of him. I almost felt a little insecure. He nodded and instead of taking my hand, hooked his arm beneath mine and led me out the door.

We didn't say much as we walked, except for when I pointed out a few of the spots where Ana and I got into trouble as teens. We didn't live together in Coruscant very long, but we knew how to make some serious messes.

"You really love this place." He mumbled. He almost sounded sad.

"I do." I spoke with a laugh. "We only lived here for a few weeks and while it was nearly hell, we had each other."

"You fit in well."

"Do I? I always thought I stuck out around here. It's not what it used to be. The stories Ana's parents told us painted it as something magical."

"Who were they by the way?" He questioned with a gentle tilt of his head.

I snickered. "Oh, I can't say their names out here. But they were more powerful than you could possibly imagine."

The sun set quickly as we walked around a bit longer, leaving us with the sparkling night sky of Coruscant. I couldn't tell what was a speeder and what was a star at this point.

"I bet we could sneak back into the apartment. We can always see more tomorrow when Ana won't try to play dress up with me."

"I think you look..." He paused. "Nice."

I let out a laugh at his nervous compliment. He never seemed to struggle with those before. Coruscant was bringing out a new side of Din that I never expected to see.

It certainly wasn't the longest night out, but that didn't matter. The walk back was comfortable and as the cool breeze picked up, Din had pulled me even closer to his body. We were lucky to sneak back inside without Ana noticing and quickly made our way to the guest room.

If she had found out that we had returned so quickly, I was sure she would have thrown a fit. Or she would have just been really sad. Either one.

I flopped backwards on the bed in the dark room, choosing to keep the lights off to avoid alerting Ana of our presence. Din chuckled and watched, having the lucky night vision feature of his helmet to actually see anything around us.

"I forgot how much I missed Ana. I know she can be a pain in the ass, but she's all I have left of a family." I whispered with a sigh and slipped off my shoes.

I felt the bed dip next to me as Din sat down. "All you have left?"

I nodded and sat up, finding the shadow of his helmet in the dark. "My parents left me when I was a little older than Shira. Her family found me, took me in, trained me and loved me like I was their own. I'll never be able to tell them how much they meant to me."

A silence settled around us as I searched for his hand, grasping it tightly once I found it.

"What about you?"

I knew the question was stupid as soon as it rolled out of my mouth, but it was too late.

"My family?"

I hummed, waiting for him to tell me that it was none of my business and that I was being incredibly intrusive. But that didn't happen.

"They were killed when I was young. I vaguely remember their faces and sometimes I fear that I'm starting to forget." His grip on my hand tightened. "The Mandalorians saved me, they gave me a safe place, a home. I owe them everything."

"Din..." I whispered and raised his hand to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on the leather. "Thank you for telling me."

He fidgeted around for a moment before I felt his body face towards me. "Myrah?" He asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"Do you trust me?"

I felt like that was sort of a silly question. Of course I trusted him. Who else would I tell about my life and pour all of my secrets too? Those aren't the sort of things you tell just anyone.

"With my life."

I could feel him stand from the bed and walk towards the other side of the room, searching for something before coming back to stand over me. It was a few awkward seconds before I felt something pull over my eyes, shielding me from even the subtle shadows in the dark room. It was soft, almost silky. It took me a few moments before I realized that he had blindfolded me.

But for what?

"What's this for?" I giggled quietly, trying to keep my voice low. "I could hardly see anything as is."

"I know..." He paused. There was a familiar hiss and the clink of metal resting on the wooden end tables. My heart suddenly felt like it could beat from my chest. He heard it thumping against my ribs, I was sure. I know that I could. "I just wanted to make sure."

"Sure of-"

"I don't trust often." He interrupted. I heard another piece of metal softly land on the floor, followed by another. His voice was addictive and I hadn't realized how much I missed it.

"Or at all." He continued, his hands grasping mine and pulling me close to the edge of the bed where he stood.

"But you-" He chuckled. "You came in my life swinging- literally." He dropped his gloves to the ground and brought his hand to my face. They were soft, just like I remembered. I took a deep breath, the smell of pine and leather filling my senses just as it had on Sorgan.

"And you're strong and brave and compassionate... You're a true mystery, Princess, and you've got me hooked."

I could hardly breathe. It felt like I was dreaming, I couldn't comprehend what was happening. I had to pinch my leg to convince myself I hadn't just passed out.

"And I trust you more than I ever thought possible." His thumb grazed over my lips as he spoke, igniting a spark in my stomach that warmed my body.

"Din?" I'm surprised I managed to get the word out with my trembling.

"What is it?" He asked quietly. I didn't even know his voice could be so quiet.

"Would you shut up and just kiss me?"

It felt like it hit me like a truck. Not Din, no, he was actually so slow that it was almost teasing. But all of the feelings that I had tried to bury deep inside hit me hard.

And I loved it.

His lips slowly clashed with mine. It was so unbelievably gentle that I couldn't understand how this same man had wiped out tens of bounty hunters, stormtroopers, droids, you name it. His kiss was nothing like that.

His lips were soft, actually, albeit a bit chapped, but he hardly takes off the helmet so I couldn't blame him for that.

After a blissful moment that I wished would last forever, he pulled away. For what, I wasn't sure. All I truly remember is that he started to say my name and then I didn't give him the chance to finish it.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled his face back towards mine in a fervorous kiss that gradually slowed as his body moved over mine. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. It made me delirious and needy.

His hands trailed from my waist to my hair, leaving a fiery wake in their path. When he tugged on the strands, I failed to keep back the gentle gasp that escaped my mouth. An embarrassed blush filled my face, but once I felt his lips tug into a smile against mine, I knew that he didn't mind. In fact, he liked it.

I gripped his shoulders as I tried desperately to pull him closer to me. My teeth dragged against his bottom lip, tugging it back ever so slightly and earning a low groan from him before he captured my lips with his once again. The blissful noise brought goosebumps to my skin.

His mouth began to journey down my jaw, but a gentle knock on the door froze us in place.

Then there was another.

Once I knew Din had hidden himself in the shadows somewhere within the room, I pulled the blindfold down to rest on my collarbone. I swung the door open, desperately hoping that I didn't look as disheveled as I felt.

"Hey, Ana, what's up?" I tried to sound nonchalant and leaned against the doorway.

Her eyes shifted over me, a smirk pulling up the corners of her mouth. "Oh... I was just checking. Didn't know you two came back and we thought we heard something."

"Oh, that was uh- um-"

"You'll try to keep it down?"

Of course she knew.

I nodded and quickly shut the door, letting out a sigh of relief. A pair of hands rested on my shoulders, raising the blindfold back over my eyes dauntingly.

I felt his lips near my ear, leaving a soft kiss before whispering.

"Where were we?"

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quixotic-writer · 4 years

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Does it Scare You At All?

Song inspo: Ribs — Lorde

Both Bailey and Q have held their tongues for years about their repressed feelings for the other for fear of losing the other’s close friendship they’ve built up since freshman year of high-school. But during a college party and a couple of drinks, emotions fall out unfiltered.

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The music was so loud they could barely hear their own thoughts running through their minds. They danced without a care in the world, bathing in the colorful lights of a cheap disco ball thanks to the help of some alcohol inside the red solo cups that are held with care. The bounce and twirl laughing as they try their best not to spill anything on the carpet. There was a noticeable spark between them that no one could deny but themselves.

“I’ve known her since high school, we’re just best friends. We’ll never be anything more.” Was the answer Q always had retorted with whenever his band of friends decided it’d be funny to tease him about it. The interrogation about his feelings for Bailey was growing old. While he won’t deny the small level of feelings that he had brewing since meeting her in the high school improv club, he held back and pushed it all down because he felt as though it was a threshold he wasn’t allowed to cross. He always saw her and thought she deserved someone better than him. He tried dating others, but every girl he had dated, it didn’t feel genuine and things wouldn’t last very long. He knew deep down he wanted Bailey, but he didn’t want to destroy the bond he had built with her already.

On the other end of things: Bailey just could never bring herself to say anything. She never once denied the feelings, only her ability to speak them out. Every time she seemed close and comfortable to finally being open, she seemed to find his hands intertwined with another girl. She also knew him well enough to know the patterns of his relationships, she’s been there for each one of his break ups. Every time he said the same thing: it didn’t feel like love. She feared falling victim to the phrase she so often heard, so she never said anything and showed no signs of anything more being hidden underneath. The statement perplexed her and made it feel as though she didn’t know him as well as she thought she did. She bit her tongue, showing him support through everything as she turned down the volume of all of her roaring thoughts and rampant emotions.

They danced through their denial, standing at the edge of the fine line they silently wished to cross like a high-wire. Bailey looks at Q, his lips are moving but she doesn’t hear a thing coming out of them. The only thing she could hear is the intrusive thought in her head that was heightened because of the alcohol in her system saying “kiss him.”

“I’m gonna grab another cup of punch, do you want me to grab you some?” Q raises his voice a little louder over the booming music making Bailey snap back down to earth after being off in the space of her subconsciousness.

“I’ve had more than enough to drink tonight, thanks though, Quinn!” She smiles to him. He shrugs his shoulders and disappears into the sea of sweaty, loud college students. She continues swaying to the music all by herself and her mind begins racing again.

As she begins to reflect on how the night is going, she starts realizing she knows absolutely no one at this party. The only reason she came out to the party was because of Q. She knew he had a tendency to do stupid shit when he had too much to drink, so she came to make sure he didn’t do anything he would regret. She looks over to the drinks table to spot him out and sees him talking to that conventionally pretty red head girl he talked about sometimes that was in his english 100 class. A twinge of anger fills Bailey for a moment until it subsides to just an aching heart.

“Why don’t you just tell him!” Joe sporadically asked Bailey the million dollar question mere days ago as you both sat in the campus coffee shop. All she could do was cover her face in shame. “What’s holding you back? You tell him literally everything else and you guys talk and hang out like you’re already dating.” He had a point. Bailey plays around with her empty coffee cup, rolling it between the palms of her hands searching for the right string of words to convey properly what’s on her mind.

“I just don’t want that dynamic we have to go away, what if he doesn’t feel the same and something goes wrong?” She dreaded the idea of Q being weirded out by her emotions, what if he started closing her off and eventually just stopped being her friend?

“And what if it goes right? You don’t know until you shoot your shot, the worst answer you can get is he doesn’t want to date you. Besides if he drops you as a friend, he’s an idiot. Point blank. He’s an idiot already, but that will be a new level of stupid for Q.” That was very straight forward, but Bailey had never thought about things working out. Things had so often gone awry that she was so quick to jump to negativity and never took a moment to imagine the good that could come out of a scenario. “Besides why should unshared romantic feelings change your platonic feelings? You obviously care and look out for each other.” Joe sits back and takes a well deserved bite of a cannoli.

“Joe, when did you become so insightful?” She says shaking her head and chuckling.

“Must be the coffee and cannolis kicking in.” they both let out giggles and the thoughts continued to loom around Bailey’s head.

She looks at Q and sees how engrossed he is in the conversation, the way he’s looking at her and vice versa made her almost sick. Maybe tonight just wasn’t her night, maybe she’s had too much to drink, maybe just both. She took a deep breath and decided that her night was over. Suddenly, blue lights shine through the window of the house illuminating the room making everyone’s head turn.

“THE PIGS ARE HERE! SCATTER!” Some kid yelled to the swarm of people of which 75% of them are underage drinking, including Bailey and Q. Panic sunk into her veins and Bailey felt herself freeze, watching with wide eyes as everyone clamors and runs to flee the scene. She felt a hand grab her arm amidst the chaos and starts dragging her out the front door, her feet tried carrying her as fast as she could to keep up with whoever saved her from her catatonic state. Amidst the blue lights she looked next to her to see Q was the one that had grabbed her and she felt her heart flutter as he looked back to her.

“You froze like a deer in the headlights! You scared me for a second.” Q says loudly as they continue running down the street. Soon enough, they felt as though they made a safe enough distance where they could slow their pace and start walking again to catch their breath. “Y’know for a couple’a drunk idiots, we ran pretty fast and didn’t fall ONCE!” Q cackles out loud and Bailey snickers and snorts at the comment and she realized exactly how buzzed she’s really feeling. Bailey was a giggly get-real-about-your-feelings type of drunk, Q was a sloppy drunk but thankfully hadn’t had too much to drink tonight or at least not enough to make him act stupid.

“I really am drunk aren’t I?” She starts laughing even harder and Q can’t help but follow in suit because she can’t stop snorting. She hated when she snorted but Q couldn’t get enough of it, it was always his daily mission to get her to laugh so hard she snorted just so he could her it. So whenever they were together, he’d play up his antics and get her to laugh. Nothing made him happier than seeing her happy.

They continue walking through the street lamp lit roads and walked into the community park to sit down and really catch their breaths after their 5 minute track star moment. They sit down on the park bench, looking up at the midnight sky as the stars glistened down through the breaks in the clouds taking in the air that had a cold nip to it that slightly stung the outer part of your nostrils.

“You know I wasn’t even gonna go out tonight.” Bailey admits to the boy sitting next to her.

“Why?”

“Not my scene really. I enjoy fun, I enjoy parties, I enjoy a classic solo cup of cheap beer here and there, but after 5 minutes of talking to strangers I feel socially exhausted. I see you socialize effortlessly, I don’t get how you do it. You’re just so charming and you make it all look so easy. I wish I had your ability to just be a seemingly normal human!” She gushes about him without a second thought or hesitation, all her inhibitions are gone and Bailey becomes completely unfiltered.

“I wasn’t really planning on going tonight either honestly. I only went tonight because Sal told me you were going.” Bailey’s eyebrows furrow together in complete confusion and she sits up straight and her head shoots to Q. He went just because she was? But Sal had told her something different.

“Really? I only came out tonight because Sal told me YOU were going.” Q’s facial expression mirrors hers quickly and slowly everything began to piece together, but neither of them was about to point out the obvious.

“Well... That’s.... Strange? Isn’t it?” Q forces a chuckle and he feels his heart rate rise a little. Sal seriously set him up and he couldn’t believe it. Even though he wasn’t even the same vicinity as him, he could already see that stupid smile he wears when he plots something at the expense of others.

“That dumb son of a bitch.” Bailey busts out laughing and was on the verge of tears, this is just such a Sal move that she couldn’t help but laugh. It destroyed the awkward energy that Q was unintentionally putting out, he looked at her and just saw how care free she was about it and felt himself ease up.

“You don’t know until you shoot your shot” Joe’s voice played like a scratched record over and over in her head in that very moment. Now was her chance to be brave and do what she never thought she could.

“So you really came to a party because of me?” Q could feel his heart beating out of his chest, it felt like it could fall out and run wild at any second. He wasn’t quite ready for an emotional confrontation from his long time crush. If it wasn’t so cool outside, guaranteed he would be sweating as well.

“Y-yeah. I did. I wanted to make sure that you’d be okay.” He twiddles his fingers. Bailey notices the nervous fidgets are persistent, that’s when everything became so clear to her.

“That’s really sweet you know. It’s cute that you care about me.” She smiles and places her hand on his. He looks down at the warm hand resting on his, his heart is beating so loud he can hear it and feel it in his ears. His face feels molten hot and he looks at Bailey who has a cheshire cat smile on.

“I, uh. It’s because you’re my best friend! Of course I do things because I care about you.” He tries to brush it off, but things are just too obvious now.

“Is it really just a best friends thing though, Quinn? Because I know for me it isn’t.” She shifts a little closer to him and they lock eyes for just a moment. Q felt as though time stopped and he felt as though he could see through time. What he saw while looking into her eyes: a future he wanted with Bailey.

“I’ve wanted to say it, but I never could.” Q giggles nervously slowly taking her hand in his and it all just felt like what he’s been aching to find for so long. He chews at his bottom lip but there’s no stopping the momentum of emotions they have going. “I really like you Bailey. I have for a while.” The words finally came out. There they were at 1 in the morning in the cool abandon of the dimly lit community park on a bench sitting beneath the stars that sung from heaven, and it felt like a safe haven from the world. It felt as though they had found their own wrinkle in the universe to hide in and truly unmask their hearts from the masquerade they’ve been living.

They look into each others eyes and slowly begin to lean in closer and closer, heads tilting, eyes closed, the warmth of their faces slowly getting hotter and hotter. The moment their lips finally met, Bailey wanted to fall apart or just let out whatever joyous noise she had trapped inside herself. It felt sweet but it tasted like stale beer, neither of them minded though.

The moment they pulled away, they both began to blush and giggle, they both knew the other had been waiting to finally have that moment, they could just feel it in the air and the way that they kissed each other.

“You know I was worried you had a thing for that red head back at the party.”

“Way to ruin a moment Bail.” Q says letting out a deep chuckle. “I don’t know what else to say... but I do have a question: how long have you felt like this?” Q questions Bailey. She rubs her hands on her pants to rid them of the layer of sweat she built up because of her nerves.

“Since high school junior year prom when your date ditched you and you slow danced with me instead.” That night Bailey had never felt happier and comfortable in someone’s arms. Q’s date had gone to get drunk with some other guy and bailed, Bailey was all alone without a date and he had offered her the final dance of the night. It was cheesy and cliché but that night felt like a fairytale. “And what about you mr. ‘I feel comfortable with telling you all my emotions but won’t tell you that I like you’?” Q rubs his hand across his face in shame at the name.

“Uuuh I don’t really know, the feelings have just been there. It’s been like this since senior year. I never said anything because I was scared to ruin our relationship we have now as friends.” Bailey started laughing hysterically and holding on to Q’s shoulders for support as she bent in half cackling. “What’s so funny?”

“I told Gatto the exact same thing when I was talking to him the coffee shop a few days ago. I told him that I didn’t want to lose your friendship! We’re such stupid love struck idiots.” Bailey composed herself enough to get that out before continuing to roll around in laughter after she said what she wanted to.

Q had, in that moment, then realized that all the guys had known about both their feelings but never said anything. Suddenly a lot of memories began to click together and make a little more sense. All the time Murr, Joe, and Sal had always teased them when they were in their own world and their own conversation whenever they hung out. Anything involving pairing up like beer pong, Bailey and Q were always strung together as a team every time. At movies they would always find themselves sitting next to each other. He had thought it was all coincidence, but now he’s realizing the boys had tried to subtly set them up for a while. Funny, the one night none of the boys are around, their wish had finally come true.

“So, here’s the question that I should have asked a while ago: would you like to go on a date somewhere?” Q wrapped his arm around her shoulder and watched as her smile grew.

“I’d want nothing more than just to finally do that.”

“Would you also like to plan the next prank with me on Sal to get him back for this evening’s mess?”

“Oh hell yes!” Bailey exclaimed as ideas of his torture began brewing in her mind.

“Let’s get you back to your dorm then before more weird things start happening.” With that they both got up and started to leave the park, hand in hand, just as they both had always wanted.

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chiajasmine · 4 years

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Autistic Reclaimed Characters Masterlist

I’m getting back into making reclaimed characters/OCs by reclaiming autistic characters from media.

Character’s name (full name, if given): Christopher John Francis Boone

Apparent age: 15

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (which is a best-selling mystery novel and a drama/mystery play) and it's bad because it is ableist (the author did little research about autism and autistic people), normalizes the abuse of autistic people, and the book has a stereotypical depiction of autism. Mark Haddon portrayed the protagonist Christopher as elitist, intolerant, dismissive, unconcerned for others, unsympathetic, remorselessly violent, and not noticing or responding to insults and abuse. He is ableist towards other disabled kids at his school and looks down on them while also looking down on non-disabled people. Christopher is mistreated (abused, neglected, abandoned, deceived, gaslit, and insulted), often by authority figures like his parents and most other characters either overlook or actively attempt to justify this. His father Ed lied about his mother Judy being dead to him for two years. Ed also killed his ex-girlfriend's dog Wellington with a garden fork and receives no consequences for doing so except for causing a rupture in Christopher's relationship with him, and he tries to pressure Christopher to repair it by focusing exclusively on how much he is hurt by Christopher. Haddon also portrayed Christopher's parents in a sympathetic light even though the novel is from Christopher's point of view and despite Ed and Judy being abusive and neglectful to Christopher. Siobhan (Christopher's mentor and teacher) is only present in the early parts of the book and absent from the rest of the book without an explanation; the author could have used her to show that Christopher does not deserve to be abused and neglected, but he did not. The novel presents the autistic protagonist as responsible for his parent's divorce and being mistreated by others while showing that he is unaffected by this mistreatment, and portrays abuse, abandonment, and gaslighting as normal and justified.

Pictures of character:

Birthday: August 11

Sexuality: Mspec graysexual neuroromantic/echoromantic/arovague (queer acespec arospec for convenience)

Personality: Christopher is intelligent, sensitive, perceptive, naive, arrogant, and tends to come off as aloof. He has a very self-centered point of view, values logic, tends to be literal-minded, and is sometimes clueless when it comes to social norms. He takes pride in his intelligence and views himself as rational and logical though he can be insensitive, cold, reckless, irritable, irrational, and illogical at times. He tends to have emotional outbursts, lash out, bottle up his emotions, and split due to trauma, but he is working on expressing his emotions in healthier ways. Christopher used to be violent, break into people's houses and vehicles, steal, vandalize property, and have an ableist and elitist attitude before he got the proper help he needed. He cares about the people he is close to, treating them with kindness and is protective of them. His samefood is strawberry milkshakes. He prefers to use a stress ball or something similar to stim. Christopher is a trauma, physical/verbal/emotional abuse, and emotional neglect survivor. He is autistic and has PTSD/possible C-PTSD, NPD, conduct disorder, BPD, depression, chronic boredom, low empathy, abandonment issues, and violent intrusive thoughts and impulses.

Likes: His special interests are math, prime numbers, countries, capitals, detective fiction, mystery novels and movies, thriller films, autism/disability rights, astronauts, and Steven Universe (he especially enjoys Steven Universe: The Movie and Steven Universe Future). He also likes Jojo's Bizarre Adventures, his pet rat, his service dog, Siobhan, strawberry milkshakes, puzzles, computer games, Tetris, and everything being in order.

Dislikes: The colors yellow (when not kin shifting to Peridot) and brown, yellow things (when not kin shifting to Peridot), brown things, dirt, gravy, wood, blood (squick), being lied to/deceived, his birth parents (his birth dad, in particular), authority figures who are ableist and invalidate him, crowded places, noisy places, being made fun of, his chronic boredom, saying he can't feel or doesn’t have emotions, romanticization/glorification of cheating/affairs/infidelity, being called "a handful", everything not being in order, and being touched during a meltdown, shutdown, or flashback.

Fears or triggers: Animal death (especially dogs, trigger), garden forks (trigger), his birth dad (fear/trigger), him or autistic people being blamed for divorce (trigger), being threatened to be or saying he should be institutionalized (trigger), being abandoned (fear/trigger), loud sudden noises (fear/sensory trigger), angry yelling (trigger), being threatened with physical violence (trigger), and being called a "specimen" or other dehumanizing things (trigger).

Relationship status: Taken (Aki--QPP/zucchini and chosen person, and Clover--girlfriend and favorite person)

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters

Extras: He is demipansensual, panalterous, panqueerplatonic, cupio-aplatonicflux/neuroplatonic/aplatonicvague (aplspec for short/convenience), demipanaesthetic, and demipan- in other attractions. He is Peridot kin (SU), Spinel kin/IDs with Spinel (SU), Steven synpath (SU), and Jotaro Kujo hearted (JJBA). His favorite persons are Briony and Clover, and his chosen person is Aki.

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Caitlin Ann Smith

Apparent age: 10 (going on to 11)

Gender: Cis girl

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Mockingbird (which is a young adult novel and a theatre play) and it's bad because there were multiple moments when the main character Caitlin's behavior is too textbook, the author's writing clearly leaned to a clinical view of autism spectrum disorder, and it was written particularly for a neurotypical audience. Kathryn Erskine preferred the clinical research over the thoughts, feelings, and writings of autistic people. Caitlin's epiphany is problematic because it did not feel like her own, it was inspiration porn due to her having to "learn" empathy, and it feels like the epiphany that ableist organizations like Autism Speaks and neurotypicals who fail to understand autistic people want autistic people to have. While the book was written with good intentions, Erskine regurgitated the "no empathy" myth, people around the autistic character are constantly trying to "fix" her and this is shown to be a good thing, and the book ended up being inspiration porn for neurotypicals.

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Birthday: In the book, her birthday is unknown so I'll make it November 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Caitlin is intelligent, cheerful, socially awkward, pedantic, often blunt, and comes off as arrogant without meaning to. She tends to get excited and passionate about things she enjoys. As a result, she tends to infodump. She has black-and-white thinking, hypermorality, and fluctuating empathy. Caitlin can come off as tactless at times due to being brutally honest, but does not mean to hurt people's feelings and will try to clear things up if there are any resulting problems. She also does not always understand social cues and expectations, but she tries her best. Caitlin is more caring than she appears to be. She is autistic and is recovering from depression that is caused by the death of her mother who died of cancer and PTSD that is caused by the death of her brother Devon who died in a school shooting and being bullied in school.

Likes: Her special interests are drawing, dictionaries, and To Kill a Mockingbird. She also likes art, making charcoal drawings, pastel colors, the colors black and white, black and white TV shows and movies, cartoons (especially Disney), Bambi, her friends (especially her best friend Michael), small spaces (they bring her comfort), hiding under a dresser (her "hidey-hole") and bed, and stuffing her head under couch cushions.

Dislikes: Bright colors (neon colors especially), saturated colors, bright lights, noisy places, maintaining direct eye contact, dirt, bugs, wool clothing, fuzzy clothing, live-action TV shows and movies that are not black and white, saying that she does not have or needs to learn empathy, people not communicating with her, bullying, school shootings, and school shooters.

Fears or triggers: Really loud noises (sensory trigger), lights buzzing (sensory trigger), wool clothing (sensory trigger), fuzzy clothing (sensory trigger), gunshots (trigger), and being called "weirdo" or "freak" (trigger). No fears, but she gets uncomfortable when talking about school shootings and school shooters.

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Michael Schneider (best friend), Josh

Extras: She is Scout kin/IDs as Scout (To Kill a Mockingbird), Bambi kin (Bambi), and her comfort characters are Jem (To Kill a Mockingbird) and Atticus (To Kill a Mockingbird).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Rose Howard

Apparent age: 11 (going on to 12)

Gender: Cis girl

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Rain Reign (which is a children's novel) and it's bad because the author Ann M. Martin wrote it in Autism Voice, the narrative is stereotypical, and Rose is explicitly framed as other due to being portrayed as overly literal and the book's constant focus on her obsession with homonyms, numbers, prime numbers, weather patterns, and rules. It also stereotypes autistic people as not experiencing emotions, unfeeling, uncaring, unable to be hurt, and overly rational. In general, Martin denied Rose emotional agency and wrote a story about an autistic character for a neurotypical audience.

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(Rose with Rain)

(Another picture of Rose and Rain)

Birthday: In the book, her birthday is unknown so I'll make it September 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Rose is intelligent, level-headed, brave, determined, polite, socially awkward, and a rule-follower. She loves homonyms and tends to blurt out when she hears one. Rose is caring, patient, and undertakes the role of peacekeeper. She is autistic, has OCD, panic attacks, and hypermorality, and is recovering from depression that is caused by her mother leaving her and her father (she is dealing with her feelings of guilt over it) and PTSD that is caused by her father's past alcoholism.

Likes: Her special interests are weather patterns, homonyms, and numbers (especially prime numbers). She also likes her dog Rain, her uncle Weldon, wordplay/puns, meteorology, the weather channel, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, The Incredibles movies, The Secret of NIMH, and being on her routine.

Dislikes: People not explaining things to her, people not listening to why she is upset, being made fun of, being invalidated, and being off her routine.

Fears or triggers: Alcohol (trigger), hurricanes (fear), and being shaken (fear/trigger).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Rain

Extras: Her comfort characters are Madame Foster (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends), Helen Parr (The Incredibles), and Mrs. Brisby (The Secret of NIMH).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Willem Edward Smith

Apparent age: 12

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): How to Fly with Broken Wings (which is a children's fiction book) and it's bad because the author Jane Elson wrote Willem as stereotypically autistic without naming him as such. Willem seems to check off all of the diagnostic boxes of autism without having much of a personality beyond this. Willem isn’t always treated with respect or dignity, particularly when he’s reduced to facts about airplanes and telling people that he can fly. In the middle of the book, Willem suddenly becomes a magical autistic detective by pulling out several pieces of physical evidence and lines of argument to prove that one person wasn’t involved in gang riots, although these abilities are never previously mentioned. Elson doesn't fully address him being mistreated at school. Sasha describes him in her first chapter as “one of life’s special people” and regularly refers to him as her special friend as their relationship develops. Willem is relentlessly bullied at school and in danger at home, although no other characters do anything about this. Other kids make him jump off of objects or buildings and there are rival gangs in the area who are also interested in manipulating him. In class, his teacher frequently singles him out by requiring him to make two friends instead of completing equations for homework like his peers. The teacher tries to mix up students to get kids to interact with Willem and pulls each aside to say that she wants them to show him friendship, though she recognizes that forcing him to make friends in class encouraged him to interact with his bullies and put him in numerous dangerous situations, and she apologizes by the end of the book. The assignment led to Willem being deceived or put in dangerous situations more than once, and the author offers no clear condemnation of this. Willem’s main bully apologizes for his actions a few times but immediately returns to hurting Willem, and when he eventually befriends him it’s in order to gain favor with the girl he likes. Many adults apologize to Willem-- including his teacher, who recognizes that forcing him to make friends put his life in danger; not that her treatment of him was emotionally manipulative. Also, there is no further discussion of any emotional repercussions.

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(Willem with a dog and holding hands with Sarah)

(Willem)

Birthday: In the book, his birthday is unknown so I’ll make it June 21

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Willem is shy and timid yet friendly and easygoing. He doesn’t believe that true friendships can be made by assigning people to be friends. He infodumps regularly and has trouble distinguishing when the other person has heard enough or when the conversation is over. Willem relates to people by using the colors of the traffic lights. He tends to take things more literally and struggles with understanding facial expressions. Willem gets very anxious in stressful situations. Willem gets very anxious in stressful situations. He stims by counting, rambling about anything, shaking his hands, and flapping his arms and hands. Willem is a trauma and physical/verbal/emotional abuse survivor. He is autistic, has anxiety, and is recovering from PTSD that is caused by being bullied at school by other kids, being emotionally manipulated by his teacher, and the trauma from the gang riots.

Likes: His special interests are airplanes (especially Spitfire planes), model airplanes, pilots during World War II, and flying. He also likes his dog Buster, Magic Man Archie, tea, digestive biscuits, cookies, his grandmother Gracie, Sasha, Peter Pan, Arthur (his favorite character is Carl Gould), and traffic lights.

Dislikes: Bullies, gangs, riots, being made fun of, being excluded/left out, people who are too close to him, Finn Maison and his gang the Beckham Estate Boyz, being assigned friends, being forced into a "buddy system", being manipulated or deceived, shouting, being kissed, and his food touching.

Fears or triggers: Bullying (fear/trigger), gangs (fear/trigger), riots (fear/trigger), Finn Maison and his gang (fear), falling (fear), death threats (trigger), being assigned friends (trigger), being forced into a "buddy system" (trigger), shouting (sensory trigger), being kissed (sensory trigger), and his food touching (sensory trigger).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Sasha Barton, Magic Man Archie, Buster

Extras: His comfort character is Carl Gould (Arthur).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Colin Fischer

Apparent age: 14

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Colin Fischer (which is a young adult novel) and it’s bad because despite being written by an autistic author--Zack Sentz--and Colin being likable, the book distances the readers from the perspective of him by othering him and casting him as incomprehensible and weird. Colin is rarely seen as anything but intrigued, confused, or panicked, and that reinforces the damaging, ableist notion of autistic people not having emotions. He is also depicted by Sentz and Ashley Edward Miller to be a super special autistic with “mysterious skills”. Colin’s brother Danny loathing him and their parents is portrayed with no nuance and no emotions from Colin’s end. In the book, Asperger’s syndrome is mentioned as being “related to” autism rather than being part of the autism spectrum. His school is said to be supportive and accommodating, but there is not much proof to support this as the narrative appears to condone the ableist treatment of the protagonist. For example, when Colin is purposefully taunted in class and ends up barking from stress, the principal accepts that it wasn’t his fault, but she also threatens Colin with punishment if he “acts out” again. Another example is his gym teacher Mr. Turrentine ignoring a note from his therapy team that he can skip gym. He also aligns with the popular image of “high-functioning” autistic people as being a socially awkward, math/logic/train-obsessed, straight, white, middle-class teenage boy. His symptoms become less extreme at the end of the book, which is seen as a positive development; this portrays autistic traits as undesirable and negative.

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Birthday: In the book, his birthday is unknown so I’ll make it September 22

Sexuality: Disordinebisexual biromantic, leans towards females

Personality: Colin is curious, inquisitive, and friendly. He enjoys being organized and tends to have meltdowns when not being organized. Colin has slow reflexes and activities like basketball, soccer, playing catch, monkey bars, riding a bicycle, and gym class are difficult for him while activities like jumping and bouncing are easier for him. He speaks in a monotone voice, but talks fast when excited. Colin is often very literal and has trouble detecting sarcasm. He stims by barking when stressed or overwhelmed, jumping especially when happy or excited, and making repeated clicking sounds. He usually has a hard time telling when people are upset because facial expressions don't come naturally to him, and does not always understand social cues and expectations. Colin pet regresses to cope with stress and being autistic, disabled, and otherwise neurodivergent. He is autistic, nearsighted, a dog regressor, and has gross motor dyspraxia and hypotonia.

Likes: His special interests are science, aliens, trampolines, SHAED (his favorite song is Trampoline), asparagus, Sherlock Holmes, and Star Trek. He also likes math, trains, jumping, bouncy balls, dogs, his notebook, repeated clicking sounds like pens, stacking things, and patterns (especially finding them).

Dislikes: The color blue, blue things, being touched if he does not initiate it or if he is unprepared for it, being touched when stressed, direct eye contact (he finds it uncomfortable), phones ringing loudly, the sound of the school bell, mushy foods, high-pitched voices, dolls, gym class, sports, perfume counters at store entrances, being made fun of or taunted, bullying, ableist people, having his infodumps be interrupted, his room and belongings being tampered with, Rudy Moore, and biphobes/bimisics.

Fears or triggers: Sudden loud noises (sensory trigger), phones ringing loudly (sensory trigger), the sound of the school bell (sensory trigger), perfume counters at store entrances (sensory trigger), high-pitched voices (sensory trigger), mushy foods (sensory trigger), and dolls (fear).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Melissa Greer (best friend), Wayne Connolly

Extras: He is alienkin and dogkin, and his comfort characters are Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock) and Spock (Star Trek). He has reading glasses to help with his nearsightedness.

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greyliliy · 6 years

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You also have a tendency to write Katsuki as a deer in the headlights or suffer emotion induced paralysis/stupidity/recklessness which works for your plots. Usually by the time that comes up you have written him into a state where that response is believable. Path to Villainy/early Villainy featured glimmers of intelligent, competent and cautious Katsuki, but recent stories and updates he seems to have lost his brain which is a shame because his intelligence would make him more of a challenge-

- for your villain Izukus. Canonically his emotional immaturity does compromise his intelligence and in One exception there is very good reason why he’s compromised, so I see why you write him like you do.

However, is it because you do see him a little stupid that you tend him write him this way, or is having two intellects/tactians against each other difficult to write that you need to nerf one or is it just so he is vulnerable in a way that Izuku can win.

I hope this is not read as me getting at you. I am more curious about your process as a writer and challenges when writing the plots and characters as well as this emerging trend. Is it so you can keep the stories reasonably short? Is it because you don’t see the character as intelligent or is it just how you characterize Villain Izuku is so much smarter or his will so much greater that Katsuki’s comparative intelligence is barely a factor.

I am asking because I think your a greater writer and care about your thoughts but if this upsets you and you don’t want to answer, that is perfectly reasonable and I’ll apologize in advance.

[I only jumped in your ask box because you showed self awareness about Izuku and this trend with Katsuki is something I noticed in your stories and was interested in but I don’t want to put something that looks negative in your comments so I just leave kudos in AO3.]

Yo! Oh man. I saw this an hour ago and was upset I wasn’t someplace I could answer. I love attention and I could ramble about my fanfiction and the headcanons behind it all day if you let me (If any of you want to hit me up on Skype or Discord to talk fic meta I’m here. Just sayin’). Ha ha. So this was awesome to see and I’m gonna’ just drop an essay in your lap because I can. :D

My next thought was “Ah yes. That lovely thing happened where what an author intends doesn’t always make it to the page, which is why for all my original writing I try to have a beta reader” followed immediately by “This is karmic retribution for giving Harry such a hard time in his fifth book when I read it with absolutely zero thought or awareness given to his mental state.”

It’s my turn on the other side. Ha ha ha. XD Anyway this is a super long post so I’m just gonna smack a cut right here~

I guess I’ll start with saying that fanfiction is a fun, self-indulgent thing for me so I am very guilty of exaggerating traits of characters that I like.

In the case of Izuku, I make him way thirstier for Katsuki than he actually is (for rule of funny & shipping purposes) and I like to play with his more selfish/greedy side such as Izuku specifically wanting to be the star hero that people look up to to make them smile/feel better/cheer, even if it was unreasonable because he was Quirkless etc. vs Just Helping People However He Can, even if it’s not in the limelight.

This sort of leads to writing an Izuku that wants Katsuki to see him specifically. A “I worked hard for this and became someone amazing so he should notice me.” attitude.

(I’m not saying this is a bad thing. Wanting to be a public role model & person people look up to is natural. But there is a fine line between genuinely wanting to help people, and wanting to do it for the fame & spotlight. Which is a much longer discussion. Canon Izuku is genuinely empathetic and cares about people and he’s definitely a Hero, but he’s also selfish, angry, and reckless and I like highlighting that second part of his character because it often gets ignored.)

Whereas for Katsuki, I like exaggerating his general lack of social awareness (he has a bad habit of not paying attention to the people around him; like not learning their names or not knowing his classmates Quirks at the Sports Festival), his misunderstandings of others due to his pride and his general insecurities (The entire “Deku was looking down on me” thing), and I like to headcanon a little bit of self-hatred and denial (Less in canon and more things I like to explore as ‘what-ifs’). Etc.

I also am very guilty of exaggerating how much he picked on Deku in middle school. In the canon, I honestly don’t think it was that bad. I think there was the one time he beat up Deku when they were tiny, and then the rest of it was a lot of Katsuki ignoring Izuku. Their interactions in the first episode seem like a special case due to Izuku being an open threat to Katsuki’s future (He was scared enough Izuku might actually make it in and ruin his “I’m the only one who got in” that he didn’t want him to even try). He was threatened and lashed out with harsh words that even his friends thought were “too much.”

But I admittedly like violent characters, so I tend to exaggerate Katsuki’s physical side. Heh.

However, one thing that I’ve never seen him as is stupid. Ignorant at times? Sure. But stupid? Never.

In fact, I had to laugh because I end up writing a lot of his “Deer in the headlight/Panic” moments very specifically because I think he’s a smart guy.

I like to write Katsuki as someone who does not understand & can’t wrap his head around why Izuku would like him. Katsuki remembers Middle School too and this “I totally forgave you the second you finished beating me up” just doesn’t make sense to him. Izuku is dropping Unconditional Love in his lap and he’s like “What is this? Who does that?”

Because I also like to headcanon that Katsuki is in constant denial that he likes Izuku. Because if he admits that, he has to admit to all the things he admires about Izuku that makes him special which leads to Katsuki admitting that Izuku is heroic in nature and kind and all the things he wants to be, which leads him down the jealousy/angry/frustrated route of insecurity so he just covers it up with “I hate him” - when it reality it’s a “I hate that I don’t hate him” if that makes any sense.

(Long story short, I like Katsuki as an emotional mess that doesn’t know what he wants or how to deal with himself which often leads to him making bad choices, whether it’s punching Izuku in the face or just flat out avoiding him.)

However, I can’t really think of anything I’ve written so far that makes Katsuki seem ignorant or stupid? Which makes me wonder what I missed.

I’ve tried very hard to keep most of his bad decisions be due to being overemotional and not thinking things through clearly. I wouldn’t call someone stupid or dumb for making rash decisions while they’re angry or upset. Heh.

OH. Or like. The latest chapter in Villainy. I’ve gotten a lot of comments that read along the lines of “Why was Katsuki so stupid to walk into a trap?” which confused me because I actually put in the effort this time around to set all that up.

(Spoilers for Villainy now if you haven’t read it. Also it’s a little long on the “This is why I did stuff” front…)

I’ve been planning Toga’s attack on Katsuki since Chapter 3. In chapter eight I made sure to add in a line that he’s got Mrs. Midoriya’s phone number in case she needs anything while his parents are out of Town. Katsuki was prepared to get a phone call or text from her asking for his help.

Toga saw that text exchange which is why she made her plan to Text Katsuki pretending to be Deku’s mom.

Why would Katsuki question that she needs a bookshelf put together? She’s a small, single woman and probably doesn’t have anyone else to call. Katsuki has no reason to think twice about it.

As for why he didn’t react to seeing “Izuku” there, one of the reasons Katsuki’s dreams have been such a big deal is because I wanted to highlight his mental state after Path to Villainy - he’s not in a good way. He is still seriously anxious and disturbed after watching Izuku try to kill Kirishima. Kirishima almost died. And he’s upset because he liked Izuku the entire time.

“Villainy” Katsuki has had a crush on Izuku since they were little and he feels guilty about it because of his behavior. He got a kick out of roughing Izuku up and he feels bad about it. He doesn’t think Izuku would want anything to do with him and then he finds out it’s the opposite so then he’s just guilty and confused and “I still like the guy who tried to murder my best friend” messed up.

Second, his dreams having been getting worse. Those dreams where I fooled the readers into thinking it was real? Did that on purpose. Because Katsuki’s having a hard time realizing when he’s in a dream at first, too. That’s why he’s been having intrusive Dream thoughts, too. Just to help blur that line a little.

I also made sure that only Dream!Izuku calls Katsuki “Katsuki” so that when Toga did it, he’d question whether he was awake or not.

Toga calling Katsuki “Stupid” was a callback to when she said “He’s not too bright is he?” at the theme park, and because she isn’t aware of Katsuki’s own internal issues or about all his “Make out with Deku” nightmares, she just thinks it’s dumb he’d make out with a guy who’s been trying to kidnap him.

Anyway, long story short, I don’t see anything Katsuki did in that situation as “Dumb” aside from maybe going by himself. Which is less “stupid” and more exactly the reason he gave in the text itself with a “I need some time alone doing something mindless like putting together a shelf” to get his thoughts together.

(End spoilers)

I hope that wasn’t too long. But I really can’t think of any other moments where he’s been particularly unintelligent?

I mean, there were a few moments were I exaggerated his social awkwardness for laughs (Like in One Exception, I’m pretty sure Canon!Katsuki would pick up that Kirishima was trying to play nice and be friends–like he did in Path to Villainy–but that story was so dark, I needed a little humor to balance it out), or had him act rashly from time to time for drama’s sake.

I guess overall I just sort of feel like Izuku and Katsuki are weak points for each other, so when they get involved they tend to act more recklessly and emotionally than they would in other situations, which I guess may come across as unintelligent as they make Bad Life Choices? XD

Anyway, I’m not sure if that answered your question or not but I’ve rambled enough. Ha ha.

Thanks for the asks!! :D

#Ask Liliy #This was long. XD #BakuDeku #Gotta' love them.#Liliy Fanfic

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tsaritsa · 6 years

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hi @yanumii i was ur secret santa this year!!!! u asked for fic, a modern au, and royai: so i went a bit crazy and wrote a 7k multimedia fic extravaganza. i hope u enjoy it, and that u have a safe holiday period into 2k18!!!

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“Riza Hawkeye,” she lifted her glass in greeting.

He inclined his head in return and took the chair next to her. “Roy Mustang. What brings you to a charity gig this evening?”

(In which Roy Mustang is a national rugby hero and falls in love with neurotrauma specialist Riza Hawkeye as soon as he lays eyes on her).

He’s been seen out and about in Briggs with internationally-ranked ice-skater Olivier Armstrong, 36.

But rugby royalty Roy Mustang, 28, stepped out solo for his trip to East City last week, and tried to go incognito as he arrived at Bardowick-Lyles station late Thursday afternoon.

The captain of the Drakes cut a casual look with oversized black shades as he tried to dodge the prying eyes of the afternoon commuters.

Braving the cold in a black winter coat with pearl buttons, Mustang kept it cosy in a light blue jumper and worn black jeans.

He matched his elegant coat with midnight Tom Ford boots, emblazoned with a bold red strap over the foot.

He stylishly pulled the look together with a tan messenger bag with statement buckle to give off a touch of glamour.

The sighting comes after a report from the Central Star that the rugby superstar is getting serious with ice-skater Olivier Armstrong, who has just come back from the competition circuit in Drachma. Though there have been no photos of the two together, several sources have reported on their dates.

Olivier attended his last home game in East City last November. And Mustang headed to Briggs with her where they were both spotted enjoying the sights at Lake Yastreb, well-known in the region for its picturesque views and opportunities to skate on the lake itself.

'Roy and Olivier are definitely dating,' a source tells Central Star. 'They’ve gotten to know each other really well and are very comfortable from one another.

'Olivier sends Roy music to get his opinion on what she should choreograph her pieces to. It’s more than just a fling.' 'They’ve been dating since early autumn and spend most nights hanging out at his holiday home in northern Central and laying low,' another source told the Central Star.

'His friends already love her and see how happy she makes him,' it was claimed.

The Drakes face off against Creta this Saturday at the Eastern ‘Cake Tin’ Stadium, in which punters are expecting the professional debut of newly-signed scrum-half, Edward Elric.

Roy Mustang is supposedly single!

While it was previously reported the Rugby Union star was ‘casually dating’ the pretty figure skater Olivier Armstrong, he says he's not worrying about his love life for now (though he did not outright deny that he and Olivier have been seeing!)

He told The Bell:

"It's not that I'm not pursuing love in some sense, but I'm just focusing on the team right now. We have some really exciting games coming up against the new Creta lineup and training has been non-stop. The spare time that I do have, I want it to be fun and casual and light and easy-going."

Well, there's nothing wrong with fun and casual!

Anyway, Roy isn't worrying about being in a serious relationship at the moment, but maybe some time in the future:

"I'm sure there will come a time when I'm ready to make a more serious commitment and be in a relationship like that – one where I can really focus my time on someone else – but I'm thrilled to be able to keep things simple at the moment."

And for now he's focusing on his fellow teammate (and self-proclaimed best friend) Maes Hughes' happiness in his engagement to Gracia Barker:

"I was really excited and anxious to hear from Maes on the day that I knew he was going to pop the question. When I finally did, it was just the best. I think they’ve found their other half in each other and it's wonderful to see them so happy. It's rare in a lot of cases and when you see it happen it brings you an overwhelming sense of joy."

Aww!

Roy can live vicariously through them AND still enjoy the single life!

Riza huffed as she adjusted the dress she wore, cursing under her breath as she shot a pained smile towards her grandfather across the dance floor. She understood that the job her grandfather had – as the leader of their country – was important, but he made it very hard for her to appreciate his role when he forced her to attend these soirées as his informal date. You’ll meet plenty of men this way, he had cajoled her, eyes twinkling.

Of course, it didn’t matter to Führer George Grumman the III that his only grandchild had no current plans to meet a man and settle down – she was having plenty of fun focusing on her job as a doctor in a small borough just an hour out of Central City. It was challenging work, as well as rewarding, and it frustrated Riza to no end that her grandfather refused to see her as she was, rather than as someone she could potentially become.

She would, however, give him credit for the dress she was trying to wrestle with discreetly as she could manage. Despite the awkward way she felt it sat on her body, she would admit that she looked damn good in it. It was one of the more scandalous-worthy dresses on show tonight – she had been approached by an up-and-coming designer who knew her through a co-worker that worked on the surgery side of head trauma (she thought it was funny how small the world could be at times) – and the designer had arrived last week with this hip-hugging, gossamer affair. Truthfully, the dress actually stopped at the top of her thighs: the rest was a delicate gauze embellished with floral appliqués that accented the long length of her thighs and calves. It was a bold choice that Riza knew had some of the high society girls fuming – technically she hadn’t broken the dress code, but she knew she was walking on a very thin line between looking chic and modern and looking downright scandalous.

Whatever. If she had to be dragged to be paraded around on her grandfather’s arm, at least she could look stunning while doing it.

Tonight was a charity event – these were par for the course for her. The causes were almost always something she could easily support, and the press tended to be minimal (and generally only the legitimate forms of press would even turn up to these sorts of events).

Unfortunately for Riza, this particular charity event was something she was struggling to find an ounce of support for. It didn’t help that their supporters and partners had hadn’t really given much thought to the security of the whole event. Gate crashers kept seeming to wriggle their way in, and the few men on duty had their hands full trying to ensure than nobody was unduly accosted.

It was just her luck that the entire Drakes team had been invited to attend, and with them, every person with a smartphone and a nametag saying, ‘Hello I’m an invasive journalist’ had turned up to report (intrusively investigate, a little voice in the back of her head whispered).

The main speeches that had practically bordered on self-congratulation had already been done (thank god), and the dinner had been alright (the only saving grace). The mingling afterwards was what she didn’t enjoy, but it was barely ten o’clock yet and she had promised her grandfather that she would stay until at least half past. This event had been sponsored by the national rugby board, celebrating the commencement of a new initiative that would see coaches and equipment being deployed to the poorer regions of the country. If her grandfather was considered the head of this nation, rugby was undoubtedly the heart. And the lungs. And the kidneys. And any other vital organ in the body. Amestris without rugby was…well, a country of little international standing and an awful lot of sheep per capita.

It was in their blood, or so the saying went. Everyone either played or watched the national sport. There was never any discussion about disliking rugby: naturally, that never factored into the equation at all. Riza could remember playing it as a young child – even the other sports made available at her school all paled in comparison to the funding and exposure that rugby got.

Her grandfather knew she wasn’t the biggest fan of rugby – being a neurotrauma specialist meant she often dealt with people suffering from concussions and other injuries that were common in the sport: so spending an evening with the people who actively ignored any warnings she and her colleagues put out about the inherent dangers of such an oft-contact sport was just peachy.

Also, Roy Mustang was here. Riza didn’t have anything against the man personally; she was just sick of seeing his name and face plastered across her newspapers, social media feed, christ – even her bread wasn’t safe from his smarmy expression, endorsing her use of wholegrains and encouraging her to learn more at playrugby.co.am

The overexposure of such a man was to be expected, she supposed. He was the captain of the Drakes – the national rugby team, and played in the local league for the East Eagles. Alongside Hughes, Armstrong (the male one, his older sister did figure-skating and was reputed to be as cold as the ice she worked on) and the up-and-coming Elric Brothers, the national team was formidable, to say the least – and that was only the names that she could remember off the top of her head. The Drakes were currently ranked number one in the world, and for good reason. She’d give him this, Mustang was talented – after years of embarrassing defeats and almost-wins against Creta (their arch rivals), Mustang had swanned onto the scene and essentially rebuilt the team from the ground up. The drinking and bashing tabloids went away, the team practically became good at rugby overnight, and the country’s morale was at an all-time high.

Mustang had given the country something to be proud of, and that in turn made the country better for it.

She spied him across the room, talking with her grandfather and other men in suits. George was a big fan of the rugby, and Riza knew her grandfather would certainly be enjoying himself tonight, surrounded by plenty of players to natter off to. She remembered that he used to play when he was haler and heartier: tonight would probably be the highlight of his social engagement calendar for this season.

It was rather funny to watch the man try to extract himself from what looked to be a very one-sided conversation with her grandfather – Riza was well-versed in various modes of escape from him once he got into an animated discussion, but in this case Mustang seemed to be at her grandfather’s mercy. Eventually another team member had wandered over and she saw him quickly duck his way out, skirting the edges of the ballroom.

“I see you’ve met the ‘real’ Führer,” she called out to him as he passed her table. He turned back to look at her, confused.

She smiled kindly at him and his face lit up in understanding. “You saw that, then?”

“It’s been fun watching everyone realise what they’ve gotten themselves into. You did remarkably well.”

She poured herself another flute of sparkling wine and raised her eyebrows at her companion.

“Riza Hawkeye,” she lifted her glass in greeting.

He inclined his head in return and took the chair next to her. “Roy Mustang. What brings you to a charity gig this evening?”

“I’m here as my grandfather’s date,” she replied. It was the truth, after all. But with men like Mustang, she relied on their own fame and notoriety to eclipse hers. There had been no spark of recognition at her first name (which usually gave it away). It was refreshing to be a simple civilian, talking to another, slightly more (okay, extremely well-known) civilian. Besides, she was interested in seeing how he was off the field, and out of the press scrum after every game. He had always presented himself as polite and engaged – but here, amongst his peers, Riza would have an opportunity to see the real man.

“That’s very kind of you,” he said politely, fiddling with the stem of his glass. “Is he involved with the board?”

“Not quite,” she hedged, ducking her head. “To be honest he’s not a very important person in the scheme of it all, not here certainly. Not like you, however.” A teasing smile pulled at her lips. “You’re the man of the hour.”

Roy sighed, shifting in his chair to see her properly. “It’s a good venture.”

“I never said it wasn’t,” Riza said coolly. “But you don’t look like you’re having fun, despite all the attention.”

Roy folded his arms over his chest and Riza tried to ignore how his dress shirt pulled in all the right places. “You don’t sound like you’re having much fun either.”

“Why would I? Your board never listens to me: being stuck in a room with them is not my idea of a good Thursday night.”

He paused, frowning. “What do you mean about the board?”

Perhaps it was the all the wine she had drunk throughout the night (well, something needed to get her through their inane speeches); perhaps it was the fact that she would be able to give Mustang the slip in just under ten minutes; perhaps Riza had the slim hope that maybe he would listen to her, even if nobody else would.

The words spilled out of her before she could think to what impact they might have. “I’m a neurotrauma specialist. I’ve written entire books on how a blow to the head affects your cognitive function later on in life. Your board seems to think their players are immune to those effects.”

His eyes bugged a little out of his head and Riza allowed herself a small smirk. It wasn’t an attack on him directly – hell, he would probably be one of the worst-off players considering how long he’d been playing for the Drakes now – but there was something perversely fun about educating the star of rugby about its inherent failings and dangers.

“I mean-” he was struggling for words here, moving forward in his seat. “I’d heard the rumours but – surely they would listen, at the very least?”

Riza shrugged, finishing off her glass. “You tell me. Every paper I send them – internationally peer-reviewed, mind you – is quickly ignored. They don’t want the proof that the current form of the game is slowly killing their star players.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe you’ll have more luck with them than I do. I mean the game no disrespect, but with how it’s embedded into our day-today-lives-” she waved an arm around for emphasis. “It’s not just retired players and people with over twenty concussions. I’m getting children in now because they’ve have a hard knock and it’s screwed them up. There’s absolutely no focus on safety, just on how manly it is. And a gala like this? It’s only going to exacerbate the problem.”

He had grown quiet, looking at something over her shoulder with apprehension.

“I heard from your grandfather that you had come along with him tonight, but I never imagined you would be so rude as to spread lies when you’re here as our guest,” an oily voice said from behind her.

“Chairman Raven,” Roy said carefully, moving out of his chair and shaking the older man’s hand.

Riza stood up to, and made a point of extending her hand towards the man as well. His cologne was overpowering as he gripped her hand with more force than necessary, she could feel it settling onto her skin like the sardines her grandfather liked to eat for lunch. Everything about him screamed money and power.

“It’s hardly a lie, I’m afraid,” she replied coolly, enjoying how his gaze hardened. “I have nearly eight years’ worth of data now. Every year you ignore me I just add to my statistics some more.”

“Chairman, I think it might be worth looking into this,” Roy said earnestly, and Riza felt a rush of affection for him as he stood next to her, their shoulders barely brushing. “I saw Basque only just last week and he had been telling me-”

“A conversation for another time, I think,” Raven said pointedly, still looking at Riza with barely contained distaste. “You’ll have to forgive Mr. Mustang: he sees a pretty face and simply loses all common sense.”

Riza felt the smile freeze on her face. Roy had grown very still next to her, and she willed for him to say something – anything. The silence stretched on, and Raven’s lewd smile grew.

“I think we should give Mr. Mustang more credit than that,” she said eventually, tasting bile on her tongue. “At least he doesn’t judge at first glance.”

“Because there’s so much to judge the granddaughter of the Führer on, isn’t there?” Raven inclined his head at the two of them. “It was nice talking to you again, Miss Hawkeye.”

“Doctor Hawkeye,” she ground out.

Raven laughed loudly. “Of course, silly me. Doctor Hawkeye.”

Roy turned on her as soon as the older man was out of earshot; Riza let go of a breath she didn’t realise she was still holding onto.

“You’re George’s granddaughter?”

“Yes,” she said distractedly, checking her watch for the time. “My grandmother doesn’t have the patience for these sorts of things, so I come along instead.”

“His granddaughter-”

“I need a drink,” she said tiredly, finally looking up at him. His mouth was gaping open inelegantly and she smiled softly, placing her fingers on his underside of his chin to close his mouth gently. “Would you care to join me? I find Chairman Raven robs me of all energy.” Her fingers lingered on his jaw for a moment, savouring the heat of his skin against her own.

He stared at her, confused, before nodding and offering her his arm. “I know a good bar a few blocks from here,” he said lightly.

“You read my mind, Mr Mustang. Lead the way.”

She woke with a start, and immediately wished she hadn’t moved so quickly. The room swam; her vision swam; her head swam.

Riza had the worst hangover in living memory. Her legs were wrapped awkwardly around a sheet and she struggled for a few moments before flopping back onto the bed, breathing deeply and trying her best not to hurl onto the ground.

How much did I drink last night? Her head was throbbing painfully now, and she realised with growing dread that she didn’t recognise where she was.

She also wasn’t wearing anything.

FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckityfuckfuckFUCK.

Another wave of nausea passed over her and she rolled onto her side, blearily opening her eyes to figure out exactly where she had ended up. The room was familiar – maybe one of the hotels in the CBD? The room was pretty basic in its setup, but the furniture spoke of moderate wealth. Riza sat up slowly, not caring how the bedsheet fell and pooled around her hips. She could spy her dress crumpled up on the floor, and her shoes kicked off on the sofa.

How in the fuck am I going to get out of this?

She heard movements to her left, and watched with horror as Roy Mustang’s head emerged from beneath the other half of the bedsheet, like the birth of the world’s most hungover butterfly. He blinked slowly up at her, his mouth opening and shutting.

“Where did your dress go?” he asked, puzzled. Riza shrieked, quickly grabbing the sheet back up.

“God, not so loud I beg you-”

“What the fuck happened last night-”

“Did we-?”

“I think we-”

“Christ, I would never mean to take advantage of you like that, I’m so sorry-”

She held up a hand and took a deep breath. “We were both obviously drunk – it’s – it’s not ideal. But it’s alright, it – this shit happens.” She gripped the bedsheet tightly against her chest.

He curled around a pillow and looked at her with an expression she couldn’t be bothered to figure out. “I’m glad it was you,” he said honestly, wincing at how tactless he sounded. “I mean – you know, people throwing themselves at you for your fame?”

“Yeah…” she nodded her head uncertainly. “I-”

“ROY!” A voice boomed from outside, the two of them tensed, and looked at each other warily.

“Fuck, it’s Maes,” he whispered harshly, running a hand through his hair – if it was his bedhead before, Riza didn’t know what to call whatever the mess was now on top of his head. He pushed himself off the bed and puttered around the bed; Riza found it hard to tear her eyes away from his body. Yes, she knew he was fit but – it was different seeing it in the flesh.

“You won’t want to wear that out,” he said, gesturing to her dress on the floor while shimmying on his boxer shorts. “I think I have some spare clothes you can borrow.”

“It’ll be fine-”

“Dressed to the nines?” He laughed and shook his head. “We’ve got press with us at the moment – they might be sport-focused, but I’ll wager they’ll be quicker to pick up on who you are than I was.”

She bit her lip: he had a point, despite her apprehension. Of course the media would be here – it was a bloody miracle that Roy had taken them to a little bar off a side street where nobody seemed to care who they were.

The knocking on the door was becoming more insistent. “ROY WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU LAZY SON OF A-”

“I’M COMING, MAES!” He yelled back, throwing her a wrinkled t-shirt and shorts; she quickly put them on. They were a loose fit, but it would have to do, at least until she could hail an uber to take her home. He ducked into the bathroom, she could hear the taps running at full tilt.

She was just bending down to pick up her wallet when the door suddenly flew open and Maes walked in, looking harried and ready to draw blood.

“Roy, I swear on my grave you are gonna get it-”

He stopped as he saw Riza crouching by the side of the bed.

“Oh shit, Roy. What have you done?”

Roy walked out the bathroom, scrubbing at his face with a washcloth. His shoulders slumped as he saw his best friend, and he walked over to where Riza was standing, frozen like a deer in the headlights. “Look, I’ll-”

“It’s fine,” she whispered lowly, very aware of how this must look to the deputy captain: here was the Führer’s granddaughter dressed in his best friend’s clothing and looking thoroughly shagged. “I’ll go, and you can – can deal with whatever is going on-”

“Riza-”

She placed her free palm against his chest and breathed in deeply. “It’s fine-”

He dipped his head and kissed her chastely on the mouth, a little part of her melted at the fact that despite his being needed elsewhere, he was still here, with her. His fingers curled against the side of her face and she tried her best not to see too much into this: he was just being a gentleman and –

“Roy this can’t wait-”

He ripped his lips from hers and breathed deeply, resting his forehead against her own.

“I swear-”

She nodded, trying her best not to let her emotions get the better of her. “Maybe we’ll – later.”

“Later,” he breathed, kissing her forehead lightly before picking up her shoes and handing them to her. “Take the stairwell, it’ll lead you to the back entrance and away from the main road.”

Maes was quiet as he watched her gather her purse and slip out of the room. “You didn’t answer your phone,” he explained, handing his own over. The local news site was loaded, and Roy sucked in a breath as he read the headline.

BREAKING: ZOLF J. KIMBLEE FOUND GUILTY OF DOPING DRAKES ON BEHALF OF DRACHMAN BEARS. MORE TO FOLLOW.

“Christ,” Roy muttered, skimming the article before handing the phone back to Maes, quickly putting on his team jacket. “Of course it was Kimblee.”

Maes shrugged. “We all knew something was coming. What I’m more interested in is-”

“Absolutely not.” His voice brokered no argument and Maes deflated a little. “It’s not – we’ve got more important things to worry about right now.”

“Is she just a one-off or-?”

Roy rubbed his eyes roughly, sighing. “For fucks sake, you know me better than that. Later mate, when I’m not hungover.”

Maes slung his arm around Roy’s shoulders, and coaxed him down the hall towards the elevator. “I’ll hold you to that. Anyway, Kimblee was found with the drugs in his room, and his phone’s been confiscated by the police. All you need to do is look solemn and refuse to answer any questions.”

“That should be easy.”

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 5:28pm when did u manage to put ur number into my phone

elizabeth, 5:31pm Sorry, who is this?

UNKNOWN NUMBER, 5:32pm man this is embarrassing UNKNOWN NUMBER, 5:32pm it’s roy UNKNOWN NUMBER, 5:32pm y’know UNKNOWN NUMBER, 5:33pm the dude u marked to hell and back UNKNOWN NUMBER, 5:33pm i had to fend off so many questions from maes about u

elizabeth, 5:34pm Oh shit elizabeth, 5:36pm Thank you for sending back my dress. I owe you

concussion boy, 5:37pm go out to lunch with me tomorrow and i’ll call it even

elizabeth, 5:39pm They said you were slick on the field

concussion boy, 5:40pm meet u at the café on the corner of elm and lyles? 12ish?

elizabeth, 5:44pm I’ve got a meeting at 1pm back at the hospital so it’ll have to be a short lunch

Looks like Roy Mustang scores on AND off the field!

On Saturday, the Drakes star was snapped out and about with the gorgeous First Granddaughter Riza Hawkeye, and it seems like these two had quite a ball on their lunch date!

The precious pair hit up Il Pomadoro in the Carlston borough of Western Central, and they were totally getting their flirt on after the meal!

The accomplished neurosurgeon and the captain of the Drakes were caught on camera smiling and laughing, and Riza even tried to grab for something in the athlete's hands!

And close sources say this isn't just a hit-it-and-quit-it date! Insiders say that these two are, in fact, dating, but it's still very new, which is why they're trying to keep it on the down-low.

For example, when the sports star was asked about being spotted on the outing later that week, he responded by saying:

"I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about."

Playing coy, Mr. Mustang?!

We appreciate the effort, but those snaps are pretty telling!

[Images courtesy of Lily Marrell.]

Things are heating up between Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye in the cold winter weather… literally!

On Tuesday night, the blonde beauty and the charismatic captain were spotted hanging out together once again! The stars were caught on camera at a Starbucks near Mount Kahma, about five hours north of New Optain.

Since the cosy ski resort is probably one of the few places in the Eastern District that actually gets cold, the precious pair was most likely trying to get their body heat rising… with some coffee! LOL get your mind out of the gutter!

The romance rumours surrounding these two have been in a flurry ever since the pair were spotted talking at a charity ball sponsored by the National Rugby Union. Miss Hawkeye, a talented neurotrauma specialist at Central General had apparently charmed the Drakes Captain with not just her enviable fashion sense, but her brain as well. Sources say that Roy was smitten with her from the very beginning, while Riza took a little time to warm up to the fly-half.

Do you think the relationship between this dynamic duo is more than platonic? Or are Roy and Riza just friends? This girl hopes that Roy Mustang isn’t off the bachelor market just yet!

[Image courtesy of Lorne Yoki.]

It’s heartbreak on top of heartbreak for Olivier Armstrong, 36, and Roy Mustang, 28, and sources claim to The Daily Star that Roy has betrayed Olivier by seeing another woman for the past five months. ‘Roy finally admitted to Olivier that he had fallen in love with another woman! They had to hide their feelings, but they’ve been seeing each other on the sly whenever they could over the last five months,’ an insider reveals. ‘Their friendship turned into something more as time went on.’ OMG!

So who is this alleged mystery woman? None other than the granddaughter of the Führer, Riza Hawkeye. ‘She’s a neurotrauma specialist, and often attends charity events as a date to her grandfather,’ the source adds. Sounds like they run in the same circles. ‘As such, they had crossed paths at numerous events, both in Amestris and abroad, for some time,’ the insider reveals. ‘She’s classically beautiful and was educated in Creta, as well as here at Central U — and the attraction between her and Roy was immediate!’ Whoa, sounds pretty serious.

Miss Hawkeye has been described as somewhat of a gold-digger in certain circles – she was largely left out of the public eye as George Grumman soared to power in the election of ’19, and the insider reveals that there’s talk amongst those closest to the rugby star that she’s after a ring to solidify her social standing amongst the WAG’s of the Drakes. ‘She grew up in a very poor household until her grandfather took her under his wing, so she’s very hungry for any kind of power. We honestly can’t see what he sees in her.’

Of course, Roy had to eventually tell Olivier about his secret love. ‘Roy finally came clean to Olivier about his new woman just a few days before her Grand Prix competition at North City,’ the insider says, referring to that dramatic and shocking exit by Olivier in the semi-finals. ‘At first Olivier was stunned — and certainly blindsided — by Roy’s confession. But then she got furious. It wasn’t pretty,’ the source shares. We can only imagine. Olivier is considered one of the strongest skaters in the world – she must have truly been heartbroken to be affected like this.

Perhaps Riza will see her true influence now – not as a doctor saving lives, but as one ruining them too.

concussion boy, 2:31pm i know u saw the daily star article. rebecca dm’ed me. concussion boy, 2:31pm u can’t just keep ignoring me concussion boy, 2:32pm we need to talk about this

elizabeth, 2:26pm there’s nothing to talk about

concussion boy, 2:27pm i’ll make sure i get a concussion next match unless we talk concussion boy, 2:27pm u know i will concussion boy, 2:28pm and then u will have to treat me and be a professional while i ogle u concussion boy, 2:29pm har har

“You never thought to tell me it was a PR relationship?”

“It didn’t seem – I mean, if you had met Olivier-”

Riza let out a shriek of frustration. “But I haven’t, Roy. I don’t move in the same circles as you! Was it her? Did she tell them to write this?”

Roy held up his hands in defeat. “No, she wouldn’t. She doesn’t get revenge that way. I just – I know our lives have been busy! Between you, and getting the team through this fucking doping scandal-”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Because I’m such a hassle, aren’t I? You know that’s not what I meant. It’s not like I’m deciding to date the next guy I meet in the bakery – you’re Roy Mustang! Every man, woman and unborn child knows who you are. It was foolish to think that we’d be able to keep it quiet for any length of time, you’ve always got media after you-”

Roy snorted, shaking his head. “And you’re the Führer’s granddaughter, who is known in the public eye-”

“Because he asks me!” She wrung her hands, trying her best not to get upset. “He always gives me the option to say no! You never asked me if this is what I wanted, you just took me out on a date and hoped like mad the press wouldn’t catch wind-”

“Didn’t stop you from fucking me in the hotel.”

She stood there, mouth open and gaping like a fish. “That’s not – you can’t just – we-”

He laughed humourlessly, a pale imitation of a smile on his face. “Right. I see how it is. You’re allowed to hang that over my head for as much as you care to do, but as soon as I try to make a point you won’t even fucking listen. Are you sure that it’s me who’s has the multiple head injuries?” It was an a needlessly cruel jab and part of Roy regretted it the moment it left his mouth. His idea of a ‘mild press day’ was probably far beyond whatever she had experienced – but still –

She sat down on the sofa, her head in her hands. Her shoulders were trembling. “Don’t,” she said forcefully when he went to sit next to her, her arm flung out in a final stand.

There was an ugly silence as Roy stood there, hand hovering in the space where her own was being held. She swallowed what sounded like a sob before she raised her head and tucked her arms against her body, blinking her watery eyes.

“Never use my job against me again,” she said coldly, before shifting on the sofa, inclining her head slightly. He sat down, and she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder.

“You’re used to the press,” her hand found his and she laced her fingers with his tightly. “You’re used to how they write about you, how they-”

“But-”

“Please let me finish, Roy.” Her voice was firm, but tired. “You have an entire team of people who coach you in how to deal with the media; that same team protects you from the worst of it. I don’t have that luxury. Being the granddaughter of the Führer means that people are aware of me, yes – but I’m no more than a line in an article; perhaps included in a single society photo with my grandfather because he wants one of the two of us. No more than that.” She paused, and shifted against him.

“I have complete strangers approaching me at my work. Making up fake head injuries so I’ll see them – taking up a spot that could be used by somebody who actually needs the medical attention. The girlfriend of Roy Mustang.” Riza laughed bitterly. “It’s like I’m in zoo or something. Back when people saw me for who my grandfather was, not for my own achievements. I worked hard to get to where I am today – to be reduced in such a way, it’s–”

She sighed heavily. “This is the reality I’m living with. Please understand that.”

Roy nodded slowly, squeezing her hand lightly. “I didn’t consider,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I put you in that position.”

She lifted their joined hands and kissed his knuckles delicately. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when it happened. I just…I thought I could deal with it. They’re only articles.”

“And you’re just a person,” Roy soothed. “A brilliant, smart, and kind person-” she laughed shakily, “-but a person nonetheless. I’ll see what I can do about the tabloids. They weren’t this harsh on Gracia.”

dickhead bf, 09:28am sorry to inform u but i’m breaking up with u dickhead bf, 09:29am i know this will be hard for u dickhead bf, 09:29am i'll send some flowers so the world knows i’m a gentleman

ice monster, 09:40am fuck off ice monster, 09:40am i’ve seen the articles. is she staying for longer than 2 months?

dickhead bf, 09:48am har bloody har. she just doesn’t want any press cooking up a story we all know to be fake dickhead bf, 09:50am they haven’t been kind to her

ice monster, 09:52am cry me a river mustang. she knows what’s she’s getting into right? fuhrer’s grandkid and all that ice monster, 09:54am seriously tho, congrats. didn't think there was anybody who could deal with ur arse 24/7. wish her luck from me

dickhead bf, 09:55am you’d probably like her. doesn't put up with any of my shit and makes me ring my mum once a week

ice monster, 09:56am real wife material there ice monster, 10:11am oh ffs DO NOT propose to her yet otherwise i’ll get stuck with ur press cycle again. ur meant to make me look GOOD

dickhead bf, 10:28am i know. say hi to jon for me

Olivier Armstrong may have a new man her life!

On Monday, it was reported by The Standard that the renowned figure skater has been spending time with Jonathon Buccaneer for the last few weeks. AH-Mazing!

However, the 32-year-old's family have declined to comment on her possibly changed #RelationshipStatus. Well, that's not a no!

According to the paper, the twosome went on a romantic getaway together to Beaumont, Western District where they supposedly went on scenic hikes into the mountains and basked in the sunshine. Too cute!

Still, we have to wonder, who exactly is this mystery beau?? Ch-ch-check out these five fast facts on Olivier’s (possible) new squeeze!

Mr. Buccaneer has an automail arm: Apparently, he has a variety of different get-ups for different jobs. It’s unknown how he lost it, and no sources close to the man have offered up any hints. We can’t imagine how he lost it, what with working in the military and all…

He has NOTHING to do with professional sports: Surprisingly, Olivier is dating a normal guy who works at as a military analyst for the Briggs outpost for the military. Mind blown!

Olivier’s rumoured BF is SUPER smart: The 35-year-old is said to have gone to not one, but TWO ranked universities. Yep, Jon went to the University of Amestris for his undergraduate education and also attended Briggs Military Academy. Remember, the blonde beauty graduated from Central U herself!

This possible boyfriend is ALSO a fan of nature: Reportedly, his now private Instagram account showed a series of pics of Jon being in the great outdoors, hiking, and camping in the Northern Ranges. Colour us impressed!

Jon may be exactly what Olivier needs to finally move on from her supposed ex: the athlete was said to be heartbroken following the news that rugby player Roy Mustang had given her the slip and moved onto the granddaughter of the Führer, Riza Hawkeye.

Maybe now Olivier feels ready to be happy with someone new. Is that someone Jon?

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Rebecca asked worriedly, glancing around the now deserted gangway of the stadium: the cheers were muffled, but still echoed hollowly against the cool concrete. “Like follow your heart and all that shit but it’s not gonna be a decision you can just turn your back on-”

“I know ‘Becca,” Riza replied quietly, toying with the shirt in her hands: the deep blue fabric slid easily over her fingers, the flecks of silver embroidery glinted back at her merrily. “But…I’ve got to meet him halfway, don’t I?”

Rebecca snorted. “This is more than halfway. Halfway is following his actual twitter handle instead of the spoof one – you do know it’s a spoof right? It’s important to me that you know it’s a spoof account-” Riza didn’t respond, watching one of the nearby television screens with interest as the Drakes began to run out onto the field.

Rebecca’s cheeks puffed out as she waved a hand in front of her friend’s dazed face. “This is like…eighty-five percent from you and only fifteen from him. He’s playing a game anyway – he’s not gonna see you until the second half at least with where we’re sitting!”

“That’s the point, ‘Becca. I do not want to be blamed for his fucking up of a conversion.”

Rebecca sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “It’s Drachma, Riza. They’re not gonna lose.”

“And I am not going to take any chances,” Riza replied primly, quickly putting on the shirt over the top of her singlet. It was a little baggy, but the fact that she was even able to have one – she’d have to think of something to give to Hughes to say thank you; the man was surprisingly cunning and determined. She never stood a chance of getting out of this anyway. She smoothed down the fabric and spun on her foot. “How does it look?”

“Like the cheesiest gesture since that nineteen-page spread of Hughes’ kid.” She fixed her friend with a hard stare. “You have thought about this? Like I’m not trying to jump the gun or anything here but if you guys get married or have a kid-”

“Yes, I have,” she answered irritably. “We’ve talked about how we move forward. I know the press is never going to go away but…it would be nice to give them something positive to spin. This entire week has just been about how I broke Olivier’s heart by stealing Roy away and-” she bit her lip and smiled weakly at her friend. “I need to show that I’m serious about this too.”

“This is the best way?”

“Hughes reckons it is. The press seems to like him, I’ve got no reason to suspect he’d prank his best friend quite so publicly.”

“Alrighty,” Rebecca said with an air of finality, gesturing to gate 28. “Are you ready to face the music?”

Riza nodded. “Let’s go.”

It’s official! And in the sweetest way imaginable.

The Drakes may have had their best win against the Drachman Bears yet (74-6), but nobody is going to be talking about that (not even about the Drachman doping scandal), not after Roy Mustang’s reaction to seeing his now-confirmed girlfriend Riza Hawkeye wearing his rugby number to the game last night.

It wasn’t until after the final whistle had blown that Roy had noticed her, sitting in the front row alongside friends, insiders say. As they were congratulating their opponents, running back Maes Hughes had quickly caught up to his friend on the field, motioning to where the Führer’s granddaughter was watching. Obviously someone had been paying attention to more than just the game!

Roy was meant to be making his way over to be interviewed post-game – as Captain, it’s his job to represent the team immediately in the aftermath. Not last night though!

Instead, he made his way over to where Riza was sitting and jumped the billboard boundaries with ease, motioning at the nearest security guard to open the gate to where the seating was. Riza was quickly pushed out of her seat by an alleged friend and all but fell into her beau’s arms onto the pitch proper, smiling widely from ear to ear before Roy kissed her soundly on the mouth.

If the cheers from the stadium crowd were anything to go by, Central City appears to back this couple too!

A love story like this comes once in a lifetime – let’s hope it goes the distance!

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fin

the spoof account is a reference to holy musical b@man – “someone already took the twitter name ‘roymustang’ and all they do is tweet about how dumb i am.”

three guesses to who owns that account (and no, it’s not hughes)

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #fullmetal alchemist #fmasecretsanta2017 #fma fanfiction #my fanfic #this fic got wildly out of control but i do hope u enjoy it!!!!

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THIS CHAPTER: Ladybug (Ruby/Blake): asexuality discussion, PDA, kissing lessons, making out, frenching, grinding, sixty-nine, exploration, cunnilingus, fingering, handjob, fellatio, deep-throating, swallowing, coitus interruptus, voyeurism, awkwardness, panty-sniffing.

AUTHOR NOTES: Building up to some future fun now! Thanks for sticking with this fic, I know it's super long but I promise we're into the second half now and there IS an ending!

=Chapter 23

"So I ran out of books, and Yang mentioned you know where the best ones are, and mentioned you know what genres go where, and which you'd recommend and..."

Ruby Rose had been babbling on for the last five minutes. This evening, she was with Blake in the library, desperately trying to seek new books to read. As good as she thought her own books were, reading just about heroes saving the day was becoming rather… tiresome. Besides, it wasn't the story of heroes saving the day that she needed. It was books on romance. How else would she figure out the perfect way to confess her love for the heiress? To ask her to be her own? And…

How else could she surprise her in the bedroom? Any books that went into detail in that department would be greatly helpful.

"Ohhhkay," Blake laughed as she pulled a book of world maps out of her hands and set it on the coffee table. There had still been a few other people in the library when Ruby started, but they had all filtered out, partly due to the late hour and partly due to her ceaseless chattering. They probably assumed they could get more studying done in their dorms. "You've been asking me all this stuff for a while but never specified what you want this book for. I mean, what kind of story are you after? Or are you trying to research something?"

"Well... Uuuum..."

That was when Ruby seemed to be getting rather defensive. She couldn't just out right tell Blake that she was after a specific genre, could she? How embarrassing would that be to admit she was after a smut book!

Although... There was a more socially acceptable option. "Romance! It's… about the only genre I haven't read much of."

And Blake was prepared to take Ruby's insistence at face value... but something about her nervous disposition was telling her that there was more to this story. Looking at her fidgeting hands where she sat on the far end of the comfortable sofa, she leaned in very slightly - not sure why she was doing so when they were alone. "Ruby, are you after romantic stories , or… advice?"

Seemed the books weren't the only thing Blake could read so easily. The innocent asking of a book recommendation had backfired dramatically. Blake knew her game already. Or did she? Perhaps she could still pull the wool over her eyes.

"Well... If you think I'm looking for advice, I do not want to be following in Twenty Shades of Black 's example, heh."

"Oh, that's a relief," Blake snorted. "I've never read a bigger collection of bullsh... I mean, unsafe ideas in my life." With a shrug, she laid her own book aside and crossed her legs primly, trying to look completely at ease and open for discussion. Not that she was, but Ruby was nervous enough for the both of them; she didn’t need to make it worse. "Can you be more specific? Like, bedroom advice, dating, buying a present?"

"…All three?" Nervously hunching her shoulders, she grinned innocently, tilting her head in the hopes that Blake would drop the subject that she needed help. But it wasn't to be. She needed help. Reluctantly sighing, she looked to the ground, trying to keep the blush off her face. "I guess ‘bedroom’ is the one I need most urgently."

"That's totally fine, okay? Ask me whatever you need." Of course, Blake only had the tiniest bit of experience with Yang and Carm, and Weiss just the once, but she had read a lot more about this subject than Ruby had. "Do you want to learn some new, um, positions, or what?"

"Positions, tricks, anything that'll keep someone interested!" she came out with. This seemed to be a bit more dire than just curiosity. And the following confirmed it. "Okay, so… you know Weiss and I are… intimate, right?"

The Faunus nodded. "So I've heard." To be entirely honest, when she first heard little Ruby was intimate with anyone it had thrown her for a loop, but after what happened with Carmine that would be awfully hypocritical. "Why do you think you need to get Weiss 'more interested'?"

How was best to explain this? It wasn't like explaining it to Yang, there was nothing holding her back from going into gorey details around Blake. But would she want to hear it?

Nothing else for it. Clenching her eyes shut, she began to explain. "Cause my sex drive only picks up once in a blue moon, so I want when I am in the mood… I want it to be good . Y’know?"

"What has Weiss complained about? I mean, if she has," she amended hastily. "We can work on those areas and make sure you're an old pro at them next time!"

"She hadn't complained at all... but I just…" With a deep sigh, she stared down at the ground. This was going to be harder to explain than she thought. "I don't want her to be bored with me, I guess? If I'm barely in the mood to do anything, then surely she'd get bored, wonder off and do things with Yang instead. I like Weiss a LOT. I just wanna be good enough for her."

"Oh, Ruby..." She reached to her side and picked up a stack of books and papers from the couch, moving them onto the table. Then she placed her own rear end where the books had been so she could reach over and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sure Weiss knows how you feel. She's not going to leave you just because of… bedroom situations."

Unable to help herself, Ruby leant her head against the Faunus's shoulder, wrapping one hand around her body and resting it on her hip. "How can you be sure, though? With you two it seems easy, you guys can be in the mood any time. I just seem like I'm too much trouble, considering sometimes I have to jump through mental hoops just to get turned on..."

"Well... you could always just pleasure Weiss without being turned on, give her what she wants as long as it's nothing too demanding or past what you're comfortable with. Sometimes that's part of being in a relationship." With a slight sigh, she looked down at her boots. "I'm... kind of like that myself, to be completely honest. Sometimes I'm all ready to go, and sometimes my libido needs a little convincing."

"Is it weird that even seeing her naked doesn't even trigger anything?" It sounded almost like she was going off her lover, by the way she was describing it. But that was never the case. Ruby just simply didn't work that way. "Not her specifically… anyone. I never have, really."

Digesting that, Blake tapped her chin with the free hand for a moment. "Well that's fine. It's not about visuals for you, it's about... connecting with the one you love." Dropping her voice slightly, she said, "I think that's really sweet, you know? Maybe it's causing you problems right now, but you and her... I think you clearly care about her more than anyone else if you're willing to ask me about this."

"... Maybe." Not wanting to say much more on the subject, Ruby let Blake's hip go at last so they could get back to looking through the card catalogue.

An hour later, the two teammates stared at the selection of books over on the table. They'd picked a few of Ruby's typical genre, but also a small batch of romance novels. Not that the particular advice within them was too useful. It seemed Blake was more useful in getting that information.

“Sorry,” Blake sighed at last. “We tried. But hey, maybe those two on top will still be helpful.”

"Maybe. So... How do you think I could please her without getting myself off too?"

"Well... okay, you know how to use your mouth, right?" Not even waiting for her to respond, she went on, "And there's always hands. You never know, touching her and smelling her, hearing how much pleasure she's getting from you... it might bring you around. And even if it doesn't, that's still fun for both of you because Weiss gets off, and you get to get her off. Get it?"

She nodded, understanding what exactly Blake was explaining. She did enjoy getting Weiss off, even if the deed wasn't returned. That was how their first few encounters went in the first place, especially the very first when she had used her mouth. But there was one slight problem.

"Still... Doing things with fingers and hands isn't exactly… the same, you know? It's fun, but I don't know if it really shows how…" This was becoming dangerous territory. As far as she knew, she had never told anyone her true feelings for the heiress. This would become the first time, and to one of her other lovers no less.

No harm in trying.

"...How deep I feel about her."

And that did make Blake suspect. Maybe Ruby felt about Weiss the way she herself felt about Yang. However, she wouldn't dream of assuming any such thing.

"Well, let's see... thing is, I don't think during sex is when you're going to show her your true feelings. It's going to be other ways. Surprising her with flowers, or taking her to one of her favourite places." Then she tilted her head slightly. "Do you guys kiss very often?"

That question made Ruby think. When actually was the last time she and Weiss kissed? Properly kissed? She kissed her shoulders and neck when they were playing, licked other places... But an actual full-on liplock?

"... Not really. I d-don't think I'm very good at it."

"Come on, I highly doubt you're not very good. You're Yang's sister, after all."

Which was when Blake had the idea that they should kiss.

Immediately, she tried to dismiss it, to pretend she hadn't been hit with such a crazy, intrusive thought, but it was too late. What if they did kiss? Would it be weird? She was only even considering it because she wanted to give Ruby some feedback about her technique... but once that thin mental barrier had been punctured, she also couldn't deny that the short, energetic redhead was adorable, and was also the only member of her team she had never had a non-platonic encounter with.

No, that was stupid. Stupid and dangerous; it could lead somewhere that neither of them intended. Shaking out her head, she went back to waiting patiently for Ruby to respond.

"Hey, it's not like she kisses me. That would be weird!” The comparison was somewhat expected. Ruby knew very well that Yang was highly experienced with many different partners in such matters. It made sense that she would be a good kisser. “And I can't exactly make out with someone random and ask for tips. Except maybe Jaune."

"Jaune?!" Blake burst out, then cleared her throat. "I m-mean... yes, I know you two get along fairly well. Then again, given the type of person he is, he would definitely read more into it than just a simple 'test'."

"Yeah... I guess that's true. And Pyrrha would probably hit the roof!" Now that image was in her mind. Jaune Arc kissing her, making out with her. Good lord, why couldn't there be such a thing as mind bleach?! Shaking her head, she went back to the subject. "Y-you get the idea though, I'm not exactly going to have anyone else to compare to."

The increasing desperation in Ruby's voice was making her feel less and less sure that she should abstain. What if they threw caution to the winds? What real harm would come of it?

"You could... practice on me."

"Maybe I could practice on my own ha- wait what?"

Eyes widening, she quickly looked around to Blake. She offered to kiss her. Her teammate, her sister's girlfriend , just offered to kiss her to give her tips. Wouldn’t that be a problem? Highly awkward? Then again, at this stage, she thought not. After all, in their team, it seemed kissing and even more intimate things were becoming a group activity. And it wasn’t as if they were going to do anything more in the library…

"…Would you be okay with that?"

"Y-yeah," Blake said, even though clearly she still had some misgivings. "I mean, it's not like we're going to both drop our current partners just because of one kiss. Besides, you're my teammate. I want to help." To make her words sound less hollow, she edged a couple of inches closer, moving her hand from Ruby's shoulder to the middle of her back. Not overly flirty, but definitely inviting her into her personal space.

Already, the smaller redhead was beginning to blush intensely. She really was thinking about this. Blake was certainly very good-looking, and there was something rather alluring about kissing someone so much taller than her, in comparison to the mere inch Weiss had. It could certainly teach her some things.

"M-maybe we could…"

Half as much trying to convince herself as to convince her teammate, Blake shrugged and said, "No big deal. But I want you to be the one to kiss me. I'm not going to do much so you can show me how you normally kiss, and then we'll go from there. Think of it as... an aptitude test, okay?" And with that, she leaned down slightly and pursed her lips, waiting.

"Alright... okay…" Taking a few deep breaths, the smaller girl tried to calm herself as much as possible. She was going to start the kiss this time. Had that ever actually happened before?

And so, Ruby slowly started to lean forward, closing her own eyes as her lips made contact with her friend's. From there, she slowly allowed her lips to begin kneading against hers. Very gradually, her lips began to open all the more, and she allowed her tongue to press into her lips slightly.

"Whoa, whoa," Blake laughed breathlessly as she drew back - but only just enough to speak. Their lips still very slightly brushed each other when she talked. "So that wasn't... right away, but it was still a little soon for tongue. Maybe not for you and Weiss, though... does she usually go straight for that?"

Resting her forehead against the Faunus's for a short moment, she couldn't help but continue to stare at her lips. How was she supposed to keep thinking rationally through all this?

"She... Um…" Swallowing, she attempted to think back to previous kisses. What exactly did Weiss do? "U-usually we kiss when we're about to do t-things… so we kinda get excited."

Blake made sure to caress her cheek for a few seconds before answering, trying her best to reassure the poor thing. "That's understandable. Okay, try it again, but move your lips slower... and try to do something with your hands. Go on."

Taking another few deep breaths, the redhead slowly leant in again. This time, when her lips reconnected with her teammate's, she left them there for a short while. Things slowed right down, especially the kneading against her lips as she very gradually moved them against hers. And one of her hands then rested on her thigh, gradually rubbing up and down. It was all she could think of doing.

Against her will, Blake began to feel her body responding to these new tactics. So far, it was only vestigially, but that could change if Ruby's technique improved much more. Without breaking the kiss, she took Ruby's other wrist and guided the attached hand onto her neck, then left it there. Hopefully, her pupil would take the hint.

Which she did. Ruby was indeed a practical learner. And through this practice, she was learning where to put her hands. Slowly rubbing both her thigh and her neck, she found herself beginning to lean forward, deepening the kiss more. Finding she had nothing else to instruct so far, Blake simply melted into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly and tilting to one side to allow Ruby free reign. The girl was quite skilled, as it turned out; yes, she had more to learn, but she was no beginner. Almost as a sort of reward, her own hands came to rest on Ruby's waist, a gentle reassurance.

"Mff…" She found herself pulling away very slightly. The embrace was wonderful, as was the kiss! But the girl had more questions, and it made for a good excuse to hit the “abort” button. "S-so... When do you think I-I'd use tongue?"

Eyelids fluttering, the Faunus had to take a moment to gather her wits. "Um... you could have by now, actually. When I put my hands on your waist, it was kind of a green light that you could do more."

"O-oh... Um... Well this is awkward." Hunching her shoulders nervously, she kept her hands where they were on Blake, gently rubbing again. "Can we continue from where we were? O-or has the mood gone?"

"Not gone,” she said with a slight chuckle and a warm smile. “We’re only practising, anyway; you can jump right in."

And she figured she would take some pressure off Ruby by initiating the next kiss herself; they had already gone over that part, after all. Her lips met the soft ones of her teammate and kneaded very gently, still waiting for the next move to be made onto her instead of making any herself. Now that they returned to the same point, Ruby was ready, and she had clear instructions on how to take the next step. So from there, she parted her lips, poking her tongue forward and into the other woman's mouth. Rather than barge right in, she ran her tongue gently over the woman's lips, a way to ask permission.

The kiss was making something else appear, however. Seemed Blake was right in that and kissing or touching, more emotional connections, did the job in getting her arousal going. And thanks to not taking a certain antidote, that arousal would soon be visible.

A sigh escaped through Blake's nose as she parted her mouth to allow the tongue access. This was going quite well, wasn't it? Both of them were enjoying themselves, and Ruby seemed to be smoothing her rough edges. All in all, a success. So what if she was beginning to feel her body awakening? Nothing would happen - and even if it did, Weiss and Yang could hardly fault either of them after the way they both handled their relationships.

Perhaps it was time to try something more, Ruby thought. As her body continued to awaken, she found her mouth parting further, and her tongue brushing against another. The Faunus was a very good kisser, even if the main person she learnt from was Yang – not a thought she enjoyed, but she could ignore it . How far could this go? Could she perhaps ask for other critiques if she did try to go further? But before she could even think about the consequences, she found her body leaning forward, falling gently onto the other woman's body as she pressed her chest against the Faunus's.

That was when the game officially changed - when Blake felt another set of soft breasts connecting with her own, flattening each other's as if locked in battle. The thigh had been easy to ignore, but this less so; Ruby was slowly pushing her onto her back. And she was letting her.

Did she want to actually "make out" with her lover's little sister? Was that okay? Yes, Ruby was technically old enough to make this decision by the laws of Sanus, but she was also innocent of the ways of love - as evidenced by her asking for advice. Nevermind that both Weiss and Yang would probably have something to say about it, even if they forgave her this indiscretion. But they had agreed to this training session, and Blake felt committed to keep it going until Ruby called things off.

But as Ruby continued to kiss her deeper, continued to push Blake down as she laid on top of her; she found her legs parting, allowing one of her friend's to slide between them. And that's when she felt her arousal coming into contact with her, and it only made such a thing grow more...

Blake was just on the point of breaking the kiss to ask if Ruby had some sort of new weapon, when something registered in her mind: Dust. The formula. Apparently, Weiss had taken it once, and then Yang had given her the full demonstration. What if Ruby was experimenting with it now?

Was she feeling her lover's sister's magically-male organ against her thigh?!

And yet she could not stop kissing, could not pull back to inquire about it or to protest. Ruby's kiss was still earnest and true, and she desired it, even if she was slightly wary of what might happen should they continue.

However, the leader herself was wary. No matter how much she wanted to continue, how much she felt her body getting further and further aroused, she couldn't. Weiss could have multiple lovers, as could Yang, as could Blake. But Ruby could not. She was too emotionally invested in her partner to go any further. Slowly parting her lips, she gradually looked up into Blake's eyes, finding she couldn't shake that feeling at all.

For a long moment, Blake simply looked back at her, breathing hard and licking her lips. That look of shame and uncertainty was clear as day; poor conflicted Ruby. She ran a hand through her soft hair and asked, "What... else do you need help with? Feels like you have a pretty good start."

Her eyes continued to dart between the eyes and lips. Kissing her felt good, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it. But she couldn't keep going. Something was holding her back from doing the actions she wanted to whilst she was kissing Blake. "I-I'm sorry… can we stop k-kissing? I... I think I got it, but I just..."

"Just what?" Blake asked gently, allowing her hands to slide down Ruby's back. Then they perched on her waist, not going further down for fear of that being deemed too far. "Just... could use some help? Down here? It's okay if that's something you need."

Not that she was entirely comfortable with the idea of that anatomy. Maybe it would be alright this time, maybe it wouldn't... but she couldn't honestly imagine Ruby hurting a flea. It felt a lot less threatening when attached to their diminutive leader than it would have any other girl - or guy, for that matter.

"N-not exactly my lower half I need help with…" That wasn't entirely right. Ruby did want to admit that she stopped kissing for one main reason; she was too in love with Weiss to keep going with that aspect. But that was one thing she was struggling with. She had only been intimate with Weiss on one occasion when she was biologically female. She knew nearly nothing on how to please that part of her anatomy when she had it.

"H-how much do you know about Weiss? About the... Dust stuff?"

"Not a lot in detail," Blake told her calmly, manually shifting Ruby's hips up and down, grinding her leg up against the erection. She had the feeling she wanted to stop out of fear of judgment, but that was the last thing Blake wanted - if she wanted to pull away completely because she truly did not want this anymore, that was another matter, but she would not have her teammate shaming herself out of a pleasurable experience. "Just that Weiss used to have... wh-what you have right now. Because of the accident. She didn't when I was intimate with her, though."

As the leg began to grind against her hardness, she couldn't help but moan out loudly. So much so that she quickly slapped her hand over her mouth. How ridiculous was that?! Licking her lips to compose herself, she tried to edge away from the leg. It was driving her too mad to think!

"W-Weiss... Has only ever had… what you have… once. When we've done things, that is."

Smiling gently, Blake stopped moving her hands, though she did not withdraw her leg. "I think I know what you're after... you want to know more about how to please the female anatomy? That's not so hard, I can give you a few pointers. Or show you."

Now it was Blake's turn to bite her lip and look regretful. She hadn't really meant to say she would SHOW Ruby! Her internal thought process was that she would find a diagram in a book, but that definitely wasn't how her words had sounded!

"Oh! I... Uh…" Was it possible for her face to turn any more red?! Blake had offered to kiss her, give her tips, and was now offering to teach her about this? How could she return the favour?

Except… she could feel Blake's legs constantly rubbing against her hardness. Over and over. She was interested in learning about this part of the anatomy, as well.

"Maybe we can teach each other?"

"W-well, I don't really..." But perhaps she was being too hasty. She would much rather practice on a friend with a vagina because it held more appeal to her, but it was true that she would like to know what on earth she was doing should Yang ever partake in the Dust again.

"I don't... really know what I'm doing in that area, either. I've never taken the Dust."

"You don't have to. I mean, if it's not your thing of course, you don't have to. Yang would never force you, either. But, if you want to practice on me for when Yang has…" She offered once more. Truth be told, if this teasing continued, she may have to wonder off and satisfy herself. How did teaching Ruby how to kiss end up with her turned on completely?

There was only the briefest of pauses as Blake considered the pros and cons. If they did things this way, clinically, then there would be less chance of things getting out of control. Besides, she really should give herself a chance to really examine one; last time she had been so dead set on getting things over with that she hadn't stopped to really look at it.

"Okay. Why don't we, um, do it at the same time? I'll lay back and you can turn around." At least she already had that much figured out.

"So like a 69 type of pose?" the leader asked, hands both on the waistline of her skirt to get things ready. This time she could have a good look, and learn the best ways to please. She felt a little self-conscious about doing it in the library, but it really was completely deserted…

"Um... yeah, exactly. Where did you learn that term?" Then she raised a hand. "Not important."

Her other hand was already unzipping her shorts as she leaned back on the couch, legs still off to one side until Ruby moved so she could stretch them out. Part of her was dreading this, but part of her was undeniably curious. Would Ruby's be just like Yang's? Would she be just as squeamish about it this time, or would the second encounter be easier than the first?

"Okay…" Taking more deep breaths, Ruby finally pushed her skirt downward even further, until it hit the floor beside them. After that, she kept her underwear where it was. There was no way she wanted to pressure Blake into looking at it if she didn't want to. That wouldn't be fair.

Turning around so she could better see the Faunus's body, she looked down at her underwear now that it was visible. It seemed she wasn't the only one becoming aroused, considering the wetness she could see soaking the fabric.

It turned out Ruby's consideration was well-founded; Blake glanced at the taut bulge in Ruby's underwear and then away again, cheeks redder than they were a second ago. Clearing her throat, she finished sliding her shorts off and kicked them onto the floor next to the discarded skirt.

"So, um... do we want to be more naked than this, or do you want to get started?"

"J-just get started, please!" In truth, she feared if she got any more naked in this public place, she would probably faint from sheer embarrassment. But to begin things, she placed one hand against Blake's inner thigh, very slowly stroking the soft skin there to begin. If their kissing lessons had taught her anything, it's that slow and steady always won the race.

Nodding to herself and trying to relax into the sensation, Blake reached over and began to tug at Ruby's thigh, encouraging her to straddle her face. Even just thinking about anyone straddling her face made her bow twitch anxiously. Blake found herself wishing she had worn cuter underwear today, or trimmed the hair beneath it more recently, but then again this wasn't supposed to be perfect. Just an object lession.

Ruby complied. Placing her legs either side of her face, she slowly began to lower herself into a better position. This would indeed not be the best, but that didn't matter. It was a chance to learn for their partners. A chance for them to have more fun in the future with a better understanding of anatomy. Feeling brave, Ruby placed one hand on her underwear, gradually lowering it down her legs to expose the softness below...

Which had Blake straining not to freak out. Once Ruby had nixed the idea of disrobing further, Blake had somehow mentally convinced herself that she wouldn't be exposed at all, despite the knowledge of what they were doing. Squeezing her eyes closed, she obediently lifted her hips up to allow Ruby to take them off, then lifted her feet so she could finish the process. A small, shaky breath escaped her when she felt her bare rump touch the couch. They were going to get in so much trouble!

Somehow, the possibility of getting caught was both horridly embarrassing... and wildly erotic to Ruby. What if someone did come in and see what they were doing? What if... Weiss came in, and joined them both? Such an idea only caused her sex to embarrassingly twitch, made her try and focus on what was below. Blake was rather pretty down there. The soft set of lips was very inviting, and the visible wetness was all the more wonderful to look at. No wonder Yang was so eager to do things with her all the time.

Being one step braver again, she found a hand slipping between her legs, allowing one of her fingers to push between the folds...

The moan that issued from Blake was mostly from feeling Ruby touch her, but also from seeing the bulge in the underwear throb. Without the skirt in the way and it hanging over her face, it was a lot harder to ignore.

"Okay," Blake sighed shakily. "S-so now you're looking at me... touching me. You'll probably want to stroke along the lips, pushing in about as much as you are now but going all the way down and back up."

The redhead's breathing was becoming shakey. This was so exciting! Even if it was with Blake rather than who she was seeking the advice for, the idea of being able to send her over the edge was so appealing. Pressing her finger firmly between the folds, she began to stroke the length of them between her lips, feeling a particular bump at the top...

"HHHAH! Oh, th-that's good! Great job, A plus!" It was really embarrassing how much she was enjoying such simple actions, but she couldn't help it - Ruby was a quick study. She had even found the clitoris on her first try, without having to ask about it! The way Ruby was poking it made her suspicious, though. "So... that's the clit. Did you, um, do much with that before?"

"Weiss did with me... I kinda just dove in." She laughed nervously again, continuing to stroke the length of her wet folds. Occasionally, when she went by her clit, she found herself rubbing to the side of it. Even if it was tiny movements , she awaited response.

Now raising her own hands to the backs of Ruby's thighs, she began to stroke smoothly and gently, wanting to give Ruby more time to explore before she started her own lesson. Even if she was beginning to get more and more curious about the thickness hovering directly over her face. Without the shock of finding out girls could have actual functioning penises from exposure to Dust fresh in her memory, having one nearby wasn't so intimidating. In fact, it had been warm and soft under her hand last time. Nowhere near as disgusting as she had been expecting.

"That's g-good. Now you might want to circle it with a finger, or... or your tongue. That's pretty enjoyable." Of course, nothing Ruby was doing was unenjoyable, but that didn't mean Blake wasn't going to help guide her a little at a time. "And you can usually start pushing y-your fingers in a little at a time after a minute or two. Mostly, you just… want to listen to your partner for changes in her breathing, or tone."

Nodding again, Ruby took Blake's advice. Or more… she took the second option. Leaning her head down even further, she pressed her tongue against the clitoral hood, beginning circling movements around gradually. The hand that was once stroking the length of her was getting into position, this time stroking around the entrance.

"Mmmhhh," Blake moaned with a little shiver. That was so good! Of course, Ruby was used to putting her mouth on something much larger, but that wasn't the only thing her tongue could tease. So smooth and wet!

But she could give as good as she got. "M-my turn," she breathed as her fingers reached up and tugged the fabric of Ruby's underwear aside, sending the tender flesh swinging down toward her face.

When she felt her arousal gently swing once it was released from her underwear, she sighed against Blake's sex. Already fully aroused and ready, the girl's equipment was slightly smaller then her sister's. And definitely nowhere near as hard. If anything, it was very similar in appearance, aside from the size. A less intimidating Yang-wang, almost.

"O-okay…" she spoke softly a moment, breaking away from her. "D-do you wanna look first, or shall I tell you what's what?"

"Um..." Then Blake realised something: she really might need a lesson in what was what. Even though she knew the basics from reading, it would be different learning how they looked in person, how they moved. "If you don't mind, y-you could... tell me what I'm touching and what it feels like as I go. Is that okay?"

"Y-yes... That seems like a good idea. That's easiest way really." Of course Ruby was nervous. Blake was staring right at her male sex, examining it. And soon she would be touching it. Only Weiss was the one who did such a thing before.

"Okay, so... so let's start here." Blake laid her index finger along the thick shaft, feeling its pulsating warmth. Feeling her own stomach clench when she did it.

"Oooh…" the smaller girl sighed contently, breathing out against her current partner's sex. "T-that's the shaft. It's way more sensitive on the underside, so where you're stroking is nice."

"Oh," Blake breathed quietly. That was new information; she had just assumed the whole thing felt about the same. Trailing downward, she poked the thin seam between where the shaft met the head, feeling a thin bit of skin bridging the two. "And... here? What's this do?"

"HNN!" At first Ruby groaned quite loudly, soon biting her lip to quell any unwanted noises. How embarrassing once again. "T-the head? Things start to feel REALLY good there… but you gotta be careful, it’s also kinda sensitive…"

"Okay!" Blake squeaked, drawing her hand back and away. That was more than she had been bargaining for. Then she looked up and saw the two small orbs hanging in their sack between shaft and tiny puckered anus. The loose skin around them had been so inviting before...

"How does this feel?" Trapping some skin between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled it away very slightly, watching the objects within shift and the member swing back and forth slightly from the nearby movement.

It certainly made the younger woman sigh contently, but wasn't a moan of sorts. The sensation was... Nice. It was pleasant. But not necessarily pleasurable. It was more like a gentle caress than anything else. "It feels kinda nice… not as good as the head, though."

"Okay, good, because I..." Blake had been on point of saying she was glad because she had done that to Yang and was worried it hurt more than the blonde let on. Luckily, she had realised that would perhaps be information overload for the young leader. "Because I think I like the feeling of this stretching." Leaning in, Blake did what she had done before, pulling a fold of the skin between her lips and laving over it with her tongue.

"Hmmm..." Ruby further enjoyed the sensation. The woman certainly was skilled with her tongue! Not even in a way to cause pleasure, but to relax her. All of the pent up fear she had of doing this seemed to melt away, and she allowed herself to relax fully.

Then finally, she leant back down to Blake's clit again, drawing her tongue back out to re-perform the small circles around it.

"MMmhh!" That spread throughout Blake like fire. Since when did Ruby need any lessons when she had already mastered everything?! Almost as if solely to delay any more pleasure to her clit, she said, "W-wait, how is... how's this?" A second later, she began to slide her loosely-closed hand up and down the shaft, hoping her movements weren't too awkward due to the angle.

"Aaaaahhh..." Such actions were turning her to jelly. It was difficult to hold herself up away from Blake's face, rather than either sit to one side and let her get on with it, or even sit on her face and hurry things along that way! It did make her back away from her clit a moment though. "Oh... Yeah, that's nice. R-Really nice. Squeeze m-more on the underside… ooh , not that much!"

Blake thought on that for a moment. Did she mean more pressure, or to move her hand? Her palm was already on it, so she decided to squeeze slightly tighter as she stroked, feeling it somehow grow even harder since she had began.

"Like this?" Both cheeks were still aflame, both from the knowledge of what they were doing and Ruby's recent laving of her own sex.

"Yeah! S-So good!" Another slightly embarrassing moan sounded out from her. It was the perfect amount of pressure on her, and as she felt it tighten all over her sex, she couldn't help but thrust her hips slightly against the hand.

"Yeah? Then good, I... that's g-good to know." She forced herself to phrase it that way, to remind herself that she was only doing this to learn how best to service this type of organ. And even though she still preferred the other kind... she was starting to enjoy herself. Something about how bouncy and soft it was made the activity fun.

To that end, she began to tug Ruby slightly lower; it was easy given what she had her hand around. Then she leaned her face up and captured as much loose skin from between the two balls as she could within her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue, massaging it with her lips. Her stroking hand was just barely grazing her chin with every backswing, but it was worth it - she still inexplicably loved doing that!

Cheeks burning, the team leader had completely and utterly submitted. Even though Blake was a bigger fan of the other version of sexual anatomy, she was exceedingly good at learning fast. This would have to be something she would try with Weiss when she would choose male parts again!

That being said, she wanted to please Blake just as much. And so, tongue returning to her clit again, the smaller girl then trailed her fingers around Blake's entrance, soaking up whatever juices she could get to prepare two of them for entry. Two seemed the right number; it wasn't as big as a male sex, but was still certainly satisfying.

"Hmmnnhhh!" Blake moaned again, this time all over the soft folds in her mouth as she stroked. Finally feeling brave enough to do so, she reached up with her free hand and used one finger to begin to push very gently against one of the orbs right beside her mouth. Merely testing.

"GNNN!" If Blake were to be any firmer with that area, she would be in a lot of pain. That certainly would not be a turn on. With Ruby, if she was injured in that area she would simply keel over on the floor. If it were Yang however, it could mean a punch back. It was best to tell her now.

"Gently! Be very very gentle with those..."

"S-sorry!" Blake panted as the sack fell from her mouth. Of course she knew they could be hurt, but didn’t think the little poke would be enough to do so! Then she thought for a second before proceeding. "If... it gets to be too much, tell me, alright?" Not waiting for a response, she took the very same sphere into her mouth, gently moving it around and carrying it on her tongue as if it were made of glass.

"WAITWAITWAITWaitwai… oh, ooh…" The frantic squealing was quelled right away, as she felt the tongue glide over her sensitive sack with extreme care and caution, she melted once more into the Faunus's actions. How on earth was she so fantastic at this?! She decided to stop any further movement down there, for now. If she startled Blake, it could hurt, a lot. This way, she would have something to work for.

And of course, the Faunus felt all of Ruby's actions come to a halt. They really were sensitive, weren't they? Experimentally, she drew her current project even further into her mouth, feeling the skin between her lips growing more taut. She also began to trace her fingertips around the very base of the head, feeling the tiniest little bumps there. Weird as a cock was, so long as she was being given free reign to explore she was finding herself fascinated with all the ins and outs.

All the while, the girl continued to moan over and over. Such delicate movements were something she had yet to experience. Her last venture was rough, extremely rough. And in it being so rough, she had missed out on what it was like to feel someone pamper her, spoil her. It was marvellous.

"Keep going..." she couldn't help but beg, head now resting against one of Blake's legs. Even having Ruby's face so close to her sex was enough to make Blake feel inflamed, but Ruby wanted her to keep going - so that was what she would do. But perhaps not quite in this fashion.

"There's... one other thing I want to try." Gulping as she began to stroke her again, she left a tender kiss against the sphere before saying, "I'm a little afraid to do it, and I might react kind of... badly, but if I could try it on you... I mean, that's what we're supposed to be doing, right? Figuring stuff out?"

Having to lick her lips to re-calm herself again, Ruby tried her best to look down to her friend. She was curious, very much so. But being so close was making her afraid to try anymore. What if it turned her off just as she was about to? But then again... Maybe it would make things even more intense.

But she was right. This was experimenting. And she had to let Blake do as she desired, since that was the whole point of starting this in the first place. "G-Go for it… if I don’t like it, I’ll s-say something."

"Okay, good. Then… here goes." Without further delay, she slid just a bit further down along the couch, resituating herself for a moment. Then she began to kiss along the thick length above her, breath increasingly shaky with nerves as she did so, her thigh muscles twitching visibly.

"Aaaah... Aaaah…" As Blake began to kiss her way upward, Ruby was also beginning to shiver in nervous anticipation. What was Blake doing down there? She had an idea, but couldn’t be sure. Either way, she was completely given over to her own desires.

When Blake's lips reached the sensitive head, she hesitated. What would this be like? Would she enjoy it? If she did, would that mean she wasn't quite as much of a lesbian as she first thought? Or would it mean nothing? After all, apparently one could switch back and forth with no ill effects. Maybe she just liked women regardless.

'In for a penny...' Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she angled the phallus down and took the entire head into her mouth.

"OH!"

Instantly the girl quivered, hands gripping at whatever fabric of the sofa she could get when she felt Blake take her. By slight reflex, her hips eased forward, accidentally pushing more of herself into the Faunus's mouth.

A blast of air erupted from Blake's nostrils. That was unexpected - she wasn't ready for more! Still, it slid in easily enough, and didn’t go deep enough to gag her, so she merely swirled her tongue around the surface, testing how it felt within her mouth. Not awful, and the flavour wasn't altogether different from that of a vagina. Not identical, but there were similarities. The sweet sounds coming from Ruby's throat went a long way toward helping her enjoy the whole process. Maybe she could do this for Yang, after all.

And that tongue was relentless over her sex. Each movement sent tingles up her spine, made her quiver again and again. All she could do was let Blake get on with it. Deeper and deeper, she began to penetrate her throat, and the skilled Faunus took her with relative ease; there was a choking noise once or twice, but it never lasted more than a second. All else was bliss and pleasure.

After a minute or so, Ruby began to feel her muscles tightening. But what could she do? She couldn't do that in Blake's mouth, Blake was so new to this she could choke! But she couldn't do it on the floor, or the sofa, they had no way of cleaning it. All she could do was warn her.

"I-It's coming... I-I'm... Sorry!"

Really, that soon? Yang had lasted a bit longer than that, if not by much. Perhaps it was the thought of being with someone new, or the positioning. Or maybe just the feeling of the inside of a mouth. Regardless, it was clear that something was about to be loosed inside of her mouth.

This was the final test. Clearly Ruby wanted to warn her, and she appreciated that, but she needed to know if she could handle this act from beginning to end. Therefore, she simply opened wide to allow Ruby's modest length to continue sliding into her throat over and over, feeling the two soft orbs grazing her face in the doing. Part of her felt slightly degraded, but most of her only wanted her friend to derive maximum pleasure from this moment.

The moment was imminent. Blake wasn't making any move to stop or to make her go elsewhere. She wanted to try this. Was it really just for the experiment? Or was it to please her? Such questions could be asked later, as she could feel her muscles tightening yet again.

With one more thrust forward, she let out a loud cry in pleasure, body quivering as the length released plenty of of thick white fluid into her mouth. Thanks to how deep she was, most went straight down her throat, but a small amount did land on her tongue. Enough for her to sample.

Once finished however, the leader found herself flopping her upper half down onto the girl's body, panting heavily as she rode the pleasure out.

There were many muffled gagging sounds from deep in Blake's throat. Oh, but that was unpleasant! Or was it? The more she weighed it, the more she decided it wasn't anything she wanted to repeat just for the sheer fun of it, but it was very easy to manage the mild discomfort. As for the flavour... there wasn't much to speak of. All of it was worth doing for Ruby's enjoyment - and Yang's, in the future.

Even after Ruby stopped moving, Blake started to shift her around in her throat and mouth, feeling the strength slowly ebbing from the instrument. Soon, she would desperately need to withdraw her from the mouth so she could breathe more properly, but Blake had training in holding her breath against water and smoke during her time in the White Fang. This was a cakewalk compared to that.

Ruby, of course, was unaware of that fact. Whilst she was laid there panting heavily to regain her strength, she'd cut off her friend from breathing, full stop! "S-Sorry!" she quickly called, hauling herself upward so she could pull her length out of the woman's mouth.

Although, that's when she heard the noise of a door shutting. Right at the other side of the library...

So did Blake, of course; her supernatural hearing was more than capable of catching such noises. Her eyes flicked regretfully to the slick member hanging above her face, thinking that just maybe she wanted to play around with it a few more minutes, before she allowed her hearing to zero in on the voices that might be too far away for Ruby to catch.

"...really think we're going to find anything in here?" That was Pyrrha. It was Pyrrha in the library!

"Maybe... Surely it has to be something minor. Dust Properties section is just after Romantic Fiction, right?"

Jaune was with her. And what was worse, they were headed for that exact section of the library! There was only one option Ruby could possibly think of.

"Under the couch, quick!"

"Under the couch? Are you insane?!" But there was no time to debate a better hiding place - they were headed their way. Grabbing her shorts and Ruby's skirt, Blake dove underneath along with her, reaching back out to grab Ruby's underwear as an afterthought.

"Should be," said Pyrrha as they drifted between the shelves, running their fingers over the spines. "What if there's nothing here that can help us, though? I hate to think of how far we've come, only to be stopped here by… this ."

The gesture couldn't be seen from where the two girls were hiding. Although it was a good place, it wasn't convenient. Ruby found herself having to snuggle up as close as she could to Blake's back in order to save space, and keep herself hidden. Curiosity however made her try and keep her head above Blake's.

"There will be a solution. Weiss may have just... got the mixture slightly wrong! C-Can happen to the best of us, right?"

Finally taking a book from the shelf, there was an even more alarming factor for the girls. He was headed their way! But if one was to look at the book, they could easily see the title. "Dust and You: Biological Dust and its uses."

What did they need such a book for? Ruby’s eyes narrowed above her teammate’s hair, but she honestly didn’t know what they were talking about.

Meanwhile, Blake was trying not to say anything about the fact that a wet-with-saliva, semi-hard member was up against her bare behind. Obviously there wasn't enough time to put their clothes back on, but now she wished she had taken that time anyway. Pyrrha and Jaune were too close to risk all the rustling now! So all she could do was feel embarrassed and silly.

"Perhaps." Pyrrha paced closer and closer until she was standing in the dimly-lit seating area itself, though still pulling out book after book to peruse the titles and tables of contents. "Should we ask her or Yang for more details? I'd hate to be more of a bother to either of them after all they've done for us, but... we may have no choice."

"I-It could be a good idea... Perhaps they'll know something. I'm still a little… scared of them knowing about me; but it might help them figure out things if they know I'm the one it worked on."

What on earth were they talking about? Weiss and Yang knew of what they were planning to do with Dust? From the sounds of things, they had even helped them with something...

"What's to know about you now?" Pyrrha said gently as she looked over her shoulder at Jaune, closing the book that had been in her hands. "You are now completely and fully male, we don't have to ever tell them otherwise."

As she contemplated that, Blake began to flex her hindcheeks against Ruby's half-arousal, unable to totally keep still. What did they mean that "now" Jaune is fully male? That almost made it sound as if he had been...

Which was when she fully understood. Yang had hinted that the Dust wasn't purely for Pyrrha. Jaune had been born with a vagina.

"I know, but what if it could be important information? Like, I hadn't started hormones before I took it, but you've been on them for a while now. If they need all that information, I'm happy to give it to them. Just… nervous in case anyone other than them found out, that's all."

And then, Jaune took a seat on the sofa, the area below indenting just by the two's legs. Thankfully, they were out of the way enough, but it was a close call.

However, now Ruby was also trying to figure things out, as well. They needed Dust, something obviously hadn't worked for just Pyrrha, Pyrrha had been taking hormones? Of course. Blake had understood Jaune was a trans man, and Ruby had figured out that Pyrrha was a trans woman. However, there was no way for the two to compare notes with Jaune so closeby.

"What do you have to be nervous about?" Pyrrha sighed softly as she crawled into the seat next to him, legs crossing at the ankles as the "ceiling" above the two girls sagged onto Blake. She held as still as possible. "You've always been a man, and there's nothing they could even argue with about you being one now. Besides, they are our friends. I trust them."

"Of course. I trust them, too - just expect Weiss to laugh at me, you know. I was kind of a jerk when I didn't stop asking her to the dance." But upon reading this book in particular, there was a particular page he had flicked to. 'Reversing Dust's effects'. Of course, he would have flicked right by, if he didn't read the particular phrase, which he read aloud. "Hey, here we go: ‘While antidotes for the physical effects of Dust are safe for consumption, they will cause no effect on the user whatsoever. IE -- If the antidote for a tail-growing mixture was consumed by a Faunus with an already existing tail, the antidote will have no effect.’"

"Oh." That was all Pyrrha said at first, absorbing the impact. It was all too clear: both tails and penises were appendages, and neither one would be affected by an antidote intended for something else. She needed a completely new mixture all her own. "I... see."

Blake also saw. Put together with what they had been talking about, and what Yang had told her before, it meant that Pyrrha was born male and was still in possession of that part of her male anatomy. The two lovebirds were only halfway through their journey to being the ‘perfect heterosexual couple’, since that appeared to be the end goal.

"Is it just me," she breathed so quietly that only Ruby could hear, "or am I the only one in this room without a dick?"

Unable to help herself, the smaller girl instantly chuckled, immediately slapping a hand across her mouth to prevent the other two from hearing. That would have been a disaster. But it seemed they were too invested in the book to have heard such a thing. Especially as Jaune read forward in silence. Until finally piping up.

"You... had two vials of different stuff. You had the vial itself, and the cure." And then thinking on even more, a smile was beginning to grow. He'd figured it out! "One doesn't make a dick and one doesn't make a... lady garden; one changes what’s already there to the opposite thing, and the other reverses that effect. You just need the same one I took!"

While Blake was trying to decide whether or not to laugh at the phrase "lady garden", Pyrrha was excitedly saying, "Really? Do... do you think that's how it works? That would be such a relief!" There was the sound of a kiss on a cheek. "I'll go straight to the nurse tomorrow and ask if she has any more!"

"From the looks of this, I think so… but it makes sense now! We were taking a mixture and an antidote. Just seemed like we were shooting at a bulletproof vest, right?" Of course, when there was silence from that awful metaphor, Jaune eventually gave in, leaning in to kiss her cheek right back. "Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant idea. Just think... You're gonna be who you are on the inside, outside. Really soon."

"Yes, I will. Finally! Oh, Jaune..." And with those words, she leaned in and took his mouth, humming with joy and positive prospects. Although at first he was surprised, Jaune instantly sunk into the kiss. As was made evident as the area above the two's hiding area was gradually getting smaller and smaller...

Although at first Ruby's thought was to wait this out, she leant closer to Blake, whispering, "We'd better leave, before he kisses it goodbye for her..."

Of course, Blake was still wildly aroused, but she had to agree; if Jaune and Pyrrha didn't slow down, this was about to get much worse if nothing stopped those two lovers. But should they try sneaking away as they were, or try to struggle into their clothes first?

"How are we going to do this?" she hissed as Pyrrha's boots began to slide back and forth and her moans got louder.

Simple. If they could get to the horrendously boring sections of the library before leaving completely, this would be a breeze. But to do that, they would have to sneak away. The small readhead poked her head out from underneath, checking it was the side their legs were on, before she started to shuffle out and make a break for it, even without her underwear or skirt!

"R-!" That was about to be a very loudly-squeaked "RUBY", but Blake just managed to catch herself and instead slid out behind the couch, catching up her shorts and Ruby's skirt, along with both sets of underwear. However, she was a few seconds too late to stand and dash.

"What was that?" Pyrrha whispered as her lips parted from Jaune's.

"Does it matter?" Jaune smirked, taking such an opportunity to bring his hand quickly down onto one of the soft cheeks of Pyrrha's backside. "We're kinda busy here..."

Thank goodness Jaune's somewhat awful flirting was a distraction for the two; it bought the Faunus more time to get to where Ruby needed her. Waiting for the couple to say parting words to that part of Pyrrha would have been an awfully awkward task. She stayed crouched until they were totally involved with each other again, then sprinted away to join her teammate.

"Whew!" Blake breathed once she and Ruby were several rows of shelves away, holding out the skirt. "Did... did that really happen? Did we really come that close to hearing them, uh, do what we did?"

"If we don't head out of here soon, I think we still will. I don't expect Jaune to be the quiet type!" Ruby whispered, quickly taking the skirt from Blake and forcing it on, quickly pulling it up her legs. Then the arm outstretched again. "Panties?"

Blake reached into her other hand, and came up with both pairs. A thought came to her - one probably mostly spurred on by her currently aroused state. Raising the cute little pink ones of her teammate up to her nose, she inhaled slowly and deeply, eyes closing in feigned bliss. Actually, mostly closed; one of them was just barely slitted open, watching Ruby for a reaction.

Right away, Ruby's once determined look vanished. And it was replaced with that very same crimson blush all over her face. And a few surprised blinks. Why was that so hot?

In truth, the panties mostly just smelled of perspiration and a very tiny amount of "male" arousal... but it still managed to stir Blake's passions a tiny bit more. Therefore, she quickly lowered them and began to put on her own underwear. "I'm gonna keep these as a souvenir. You'd better run along. Thanks for helping me out, though; I learned a lot."

"Wait... WHAT?!" She had to try her very best to keep herself from shouting, walking much closer to Blake as she began to continuously fidget with her skirt. With what was poking upward to create a slight tenting. Why did it stay up now, when she DIDN'T want it to?! "I-I need those!"

"And I needed... you to finish your lesson," Blake said delicately, currently zipping her shorts back into place with a grimace; she still really, really needed somebody to go to town on her! "But since you didn't, I think this is fair. And you don't really need them, unless you're going to be walking back to your dorm on your hands!"

"I... Well... Hnnn..…" It was a good point, more than suitable revenge. Ruby had left Blake practically begging for release, to the point when she was uncomfortable. Just because it wasn’t her fault, and that of two other blissfully ignorant students, didn’t matter. Having no underwear until she got to the dorm seemed like a very minor sacrifice compared to such a thing. "Okay okay... You win. I'll head back to the dorm like this, and I can take care of you there, if you want."

Suddenly feeling a little shy, Blake smiled and whispered, "Maybe I’ll take you up on that. Just don't-"

"MMhhhh, JAUNE!!"

Blinking, Blake glanced over her shoulder briefly before shaking her head and turning back to Ruby. "Just don't forget that you've got a dick. A nice-sized one covered in me." But then she started to feel like she was being too mean. "And... who knows? Maybe it will feel nice, letting it all hang out. Never know until you try, right?"

"Says the girl who's never had to deal with an erection," Ruby muttered, clearly struggling with said erection as she obviously fiddled with her skirt more and more, trying to make sure it would stay down. But it was only getting worse when overhearing the two on the sofa.

"So quick, huh? Usually it takes me a while to keep you going!"

"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha announced. "You just feel so good, and I'm so in love with you that... that I need you right away!"

"Okay then!" Blake hissed, goose-stepping toward the exit as she tucked Ruby's undergarment underneath her vest, steps noticeably shaky. "We'd better go before we become the worst kind of voyeurs of all time!"

"You can say that again!" the leader agreed, quickly running through the exit with Blake, leaving the members of team JNPR to satisfy one another. Without their input.

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You Look Happier | Chapter 9

university au, teamiplier + jack

platonic/romance/angst/(smut at one point but it’ll only be on ao3)

previous chapter

“Run that by me again?” I asked, shocked.

Mark was a little taken aback at my outburst. “I want you to be involved in this project. You’ll get to work with all of us. You’ve been… an inspiration to me. I understand it sounds a little-”

“Invasive,” I finished, folding my arms. “You’re basing your alter ego, one that your fans worship, off of my personal struggles, and-”

“That’s why I’m giving you control over that particular thing. You can’t expect me to call off this project, there’s already so much that’s gone into it!” Mark argued. “And you’re the one who inspired a majority of what this ego is! Don’t you remember you telling me your ideas a couple years ago?”

“I was drunk and destructive!” I shot back. I paced his living room, fuming. “That was me venting, that wasn’t for your creative process! God, I should have known! This was why you started talking to me again, right? You just wanted something from me!”

“Now hold on-”

“You were just manipulating me! And I fell for it, como una pinche pendeja! No lo puedo creer!”

“Listen to me!” Mark snapped, his voice booming. Then he brought it down a notch. “If you don’t want to be involved in this project, then fine. It’s going to happen with or without you. But I have never tried to manipulate you into anything! I promise you, I would never do something like that.”

I didn’t say anything to that. My defensiveness only rose higher. He had to be lying. He brought me back into his life just as he started working on this project that included the alter ego that was the representation of my dark and intrusive thoughts. That had to be the only reason why he contacted me.

“Alright, you know what?” Mark spitefully said. “Wait until the videos come out. You’ll see what manipulation is. You’ll see the difference between me and whatever you’re feeling right now.”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my purse and left his house. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was to fall for any of this. He just needed me for something, and then he would leave again. He didn’t want to be friends again. Why would he want to be friends with me?

I came home to an empty apartment. I didn’t have any classes to keep me busy today, and the only two people I talked to had their own things to worry about. I was alone again.

But then I thought about Ethan. He was apart of Mark’s big project. Was he apart of the “Manipulating Bella” plan? Did Mark tell Ethan to pretend to date me to let my guard down, just so Mark could sneak in and take more away from me? Was that all I was to them?

My phone was pulled out of my pocket, and I was typing a frantic message to Ethan as I paced around the living room. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not stupid enough to fall for it! Mark already told me what was going on and what he wanted from me! Never talk to me-”

Suddenly, I stopped typing. Was I going to dump him so abruptly? Over a text?

That’s what he deserves, said the bad voice in my head.

Does he, though? Did this really make any sense?

Quickly, I backspaced and wrote out a different message. “Do you actually like me?” Too desperate, try again. “What do you think of me?” That’s better. I hesitated for a moment before sending it.

The time it took for him to reply went agonizingly slow. I continued pacing and rubbing my hands together, and then nearly screamed when someone knocked on the door. I had a fleeting moment of sheer panic, but then the lightbulb going off in my head made me relax again. But then I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. Ethan was supposed to come over today. That meant we were going to have quite the conversation.

“Did you get my text?” was the first thing I said to him. My mind was starting to spiral, and I had to come back to earth before I impulsively dumped him.

“Um, yeah. I’m glad I came over, actually,” he replied, entering the vicinity. “Is everything okay?”

There were so many things I was feeling, I couldn't put any of them into a coherent sentence. I couldn't lie and say I was fine, either. Ethan had already seen my text, and I couldn't keep the worried look off my face. I walked towards the living room with him following after me.

“So what do you think of me?” I asked, but then I had to explain. “I know I probably sound insane and I'm sorry, but I'm… I feel like…” I paused, not know which emotion to express. “I feel like I'm freaking out over nothing?”

He looked worried, but also confused. “Um… did something happen?”

This wasn't helping. “Do you still like me?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said without hesitating.

“Why?”

He shrugged lightly, like this was no big deal to him. “‘Cause… you get me. And you're funny and talented and… you're patient with me. I don't know, it's not coming out the way it is in my head. There's a lot of reasons.”

I nodded. I knew he had trouble getting his words together. I knew that feeling all too well. “Can you… tell me I'm being paranoid?”

“You're being paranoid,” he said like it was a question. “Bella, what happened?”

Now I was hesitating. A huge ball of emotion and tears were stuck in my throat. I needed someone to tell me that I was being stupid, that the anxiety was playing with me again, because I couldn’t trust myself to calm down alone. Ethan was here, and he wasn’t scared off yet.

I sighed, and then I explained what went down with Mark earlier in the day. Somehow, I didn’t cry, but my speech was shaky and frantic. “...a-and you work for him, and I had a moment of…”

“You think I would manipulate you?” he finished in disbelief. “I’d never do that, I promise.”

“Promise is a big word that adds pressure,” I said.

“Well… I would never do anything to hurt you. You gotta trust me.”

Trust? Don’t know her. Don’t like her… but I have to play nice with her. No more shutting people out. I talked about this so I could feel better and come to some sort of solution.

I nodded lightly. “I’m trying.”

“Okay. Trying counts as progress.” He paused. “I… I know things like this aren’t easy for you… but I’m glad you were able to tell me.”

What is it about Ethan that makes these things less difficult? A year ago, I could barely tell Mark what I wanted for dinner, much less be intimate with him. Maybe things were better off this way.

A few days later, it was Jack’s birthday. I had gotten him a bundle of Overwatch merch (like he needed more) and then… we went to Mark’s house for a little celebration. The only reason why I went was because it’s my best friend, and I reminded myself of the time he ditched his other friends at Thanksgiving because of me. Also, Ethan was there. So were Tyler, Kathryn, and Amy. To them, I was only there because of Jack, but it wasn’t as awkward as I had anticipated.

“Did you have a good birthday?” I asked once we were back in the car.

“Yeah,” Jack replied, still high from the euphoria and the drinks he had. “It was fun. Were you okay? I noticed you didn’t drink at all.”

“I had to drive,” I said. “And I did this for you. Plus, I didn’t have a panic attack, so that’s cool.”

“It was a great day!” Jack cheered, throwing his arms up. “Let’s get ice cream!”

I giggled. “Whatever the birthday boy wants.”

“In that case, let’s also get a yacht and twelve puppies!”

After going to a Sonic drive-thru, I took us home. It was late in the evening, and I was mildly exhausted from all the interaction. But Jack was still a bundle of energy, like always. When we sat on the couch, I took out my phone and posted an old selfie of us on Instagram with a heartfelt happy birthday caption. I hadn't checked my social media all day, but I could guess that I was probably getting yelled at for not publicly wishing my friend a happy birthday.

“So how was it pretending not to be Ethan's girlfriend?” asked that particular friend.

“Easy, because you were there,” I replied, still scrolling on my phone.

“Why didn't you guys tell everyone? It seemed like the perfect time,” Jack mused. “They were all there.”

I chuckled. “I'm not stealing your thunder on your birthday.”

“I wouldn't have minded! Now you guys have to pretend to not be dating when we're all together for a weekend,” he said.

That was true. Another thing that happened at the party was Mark, Tyler, and Ethan's idea for all of us to take a trip to the Grand Canyon at the end of the month. Don't get me wrong, I was still salty at Mark about the Darkiplier thing. If it wasn't for Ethan and Jack, then I would have turned down the trip. A weekend with the friends Mark abandoned me for? It sounded like a nightmare. But I was trying to be a bigger, stronger person.

“Hmm, do you think Mark would be mad if I told him about me and Ethan?” I wondered, leaning back so I was slouching.

Jack thought about it. “Well, he was mad when he found out you and I were friends, and we didn’t even try to hide that.”

I chewed my lip nervously. “Oh man. And you guys aren’t as close anymore because of that?”

“I wouldn’t say that. He threw a party for me, and we had a good time. Sometimes friends grow distant for a little bit. And besides… he hurt you pretty bad. But time goes on.”

After all this time, I still didn’t understand how Jack picked me over Mark, but I didn’t feel like getting into that. My mind was too clogged up for any more overthinking. I was already less sad about life and being alive, I didn’t want to soil it with my own intrusive thoughts.

We continued on with the week, already accustomed to our YTU schedules. Awake and out of the house by seven. Drop off Jack. Go back home and sleep. Breakfast is optional. Seeing the boyfriend is also optional. Classes from twelve to four. Dinner by six. Spend the rest of the day with either the bestie or the boyfriend.

One day, though, I got out of my psych lecture when Ethan had some downtime. We met up on the courtyard and walked around the area, keeping a decent distance apart. There were lurkers and gossip channels all over. Not that anyone paid any attention to us, I was just mildly paranoid. Plus, on some gossip channels, I was still painted as ‘Markiplier’s Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,’ so that’s fun.

“Have you made any new friends?” I asked as we strolled by the fountain.

“Yeah, I talk to some people in my classes,” he replied. “Well, in one class. I have Mark and Amy in video production and bio.”

“Cool,” I said, even though I was surprised to hear about those two. Didn’t know Mark decided to come back, and to bring his non-YouTuber girlfriend with him. “My biology class requires group work, and I’m trying really hard not to drop the course.”

“Aw, no. Do you talk to anyone at all?”

I shook my head. “I could literally be failing the class and I won’t ask for help or anything.”

“Whoa… wait. So, being in a room full of people is really stressful for you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So then… why did you enroll here in the first place?”

There was a huge story behind that, but I stuck with the short answer. “My followers.”

I stopped in my tracks when my phone rang. My stomach sank when I discovered a new Twitter DM from someone named ‘Peebles.’ Oh crap, today’s the day.

“So, um,” I said to Ethan, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen, “did I tell you that Amy wanted to meet up with me?”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. “Now?”

I nodded, reading over the message. “She wants to meet at The Tube in about an hour.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Always.”

“Hey,” Ethan said, putting his hand on my shoulder, “it’ll be okay. I know Amy, she’s really cool once you get to know her. And she’s really nice, and she’s probably just as nervous as you are.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay… it’s fine. This is fine.”

“Do you need a distraction or something?”

“Yes please.”

“Wanna drop me off at the office?”

It was a good idea. Driving took my mind off of things. Although, it was a fairly short ride from campus to the office, and Ethan had to get out of the car quickly just in case the blonde alien lady left the building. Although, he did quickly duck back in to kiss me goodbye, and then he went on his way to the office.

Getting to The Tube was a bit more stressful, because I didn’t have anyone to talk me down from the oncoming anxiety attack. I was in the parking lot, trying not to hyperventilate. I should have suggested another place to meet up, given that this particular diner didn’t have a nice place in my history. But I was here now, and I couldn’t back out. It would only make things worse.

We met up and sat at a booth. Thankfully, it wasn’t so busy at this hour. Nerves were still pretty high, though. She ordered a coffee, and I stuck with water.

“Sorry I took a while to contact you,” she began. “So much has been going on, there’s this project we’re all working on. It’s taking up a lot of time.”

“Yeah, I heard,” I told her. “Mark was telling me some stuff about it.” And I turned into a mega-bitch, which I was sure he told Amy about.

She nodded. “Yeah… um, how often do you talk to him?”

The reason why we were here: Mark. I shoved my hands under my thighs to keep them from shaking, but then my whole body began to tremble. I made myself rigid to keep myself still. The last thing I need is for my physiological symptoms to show and freak her out.

“Usually, once a week,” I replied. “But he’s been busy, so…”

“And you guys talk about… the past?”

I shrugged. “Yeah. Mistakes we made, moving on. I kind of assumed that he had told you.”

“Yeah, he tells me some things. I know it’s between you guys, so I try not to butt in. I know he’s doing this so he and I can have a better relationship.” She paused. “And he wants to be friends with you.”

“That’s because we were friends before we dated,” I said.

“I know. He would talk about you… like, when we first met.”

Blood began pounding in my ears. If I had eaten anything at all today, I would have thrown it back up. I couldn’t even drink my water.

“He never told me about you,” I softly admitted. “I never knew you existed until he broke up with me.”

Amy’s face fell a little. She leaned back in her seat and stayed quiet.

“I-I mean,” I went on, trying to fill the silence, “it was… it was random, I guess. He very recently told me how long he had known you and I… I suppose it made sense, given how the last couple of months of our relationship were. I don’t know, I just wish I had known about you sooner. Maybe things would have been different. I mean, it still would have hurt, but maybe I wouldn’t have tried to kill myself, I don’t know-”

“Whoa, wait,” Amy suddenly said, sounding concerned and shocked. “What do you mean you tried to kill yourself?”

My eyes widened. For a second, I stayed frozen in my position, my mouth agape. “He never told you?”

“No? Oh my god…” Amy trailed off. “I’m… was it because of him, or us?”

Here we go. Time to hold her hand and not make her feel like a total asshole.

“No,” I replied, but then again I couldn’t lie. “Not necessarily. I’ve had my fair share of bad shit happen, along with my disorders... and for a while, Mark was giving me hope and strength. Then he was gone. But I’m not blaming my shitty mental health on him or your relationship with him. I think…” I sighed as I came to a conclusion that I had to admit. “I think I had it coming with or without the breakup.”

Amy sat there, still looking very distressed and caught off guard. “I-I’m so sorry. I had no idea that happened.”

“Really?” I asked, now confused. “I mean, well, I told him not to tell anyone when it happened, but I assumed that you would have been the exception. Where did you think he was when he disappeared for a couple of weeks?”

“I was still living in Boston. All he told me was that he broke up with you, so I gave him some space until I moved here. I can’t believe he never told me.”

I hesitated. “That’s on me. I asked him to keep it to himself. I realize now that that wasn’t the best idea.”

“Well, I imagine you were in a really dark place,” Amy said solemnly. “It’s not an easy thing to talk about.”

I nodded. “Pretty much.”

The air was awkward all over again. If I had known that Amy never knew about my attempt, I would have kept my mouth shut. Now she knew things about me, personal things. I couldn’t help but feel exposed. It was worse knowing that I had exposed myself in front of the girl that Mark had left me for. It probably wasn’t surprising to her that Mark had decided to dump me.

“So, the Grand Canyon,” Amy said, changing the subject. “You’re really up for that?”

I nodded, despite that her change in tone only added to the nerves. Was it really a good idea for me to go? To all of ‘Teamiplier,’ I was the ex-girlfriend. I was sure to make everything uncomfortable. My presence in general was uncomfortable. Why did I agree to go on this trip?

“Okay, well I hope it’s fun for the both of us.” She smiled.

“Me too.” It’ll only be fun if I could be slightly intoxicated once we got to the park, but lord knows that won’t happen.

“Don’t freak out, and don’t get mad okay?” read the text from Ethan.

Honestly, I had taken one step back into my apartment, ready to recover from the day I had. But no, I had to worry and stress even more, just because of the way my boyfriend had worded his text.

“What’s going on?” I replied as I took deep breaths. He wouldn’t break up with me over a text, would he? He wouldn’t tell me anything really serious over a text, right?

Before I could pace in a frantic manner, I got another text.

“Kathryn knows about us. But she won’t tell anyone!”

My eyes widened. I didn’t know how to form a coherent sentence, so I just smashed my keyboard and sent the jumble of letters to him. Then, before I could panic, I sent, “How???”

“Can I tell you over dinner?”

“I have to know NOW otherwise I’ll lose my mind over it until I see you.”

My stomach sank further. Any normal person wouldn’t get so twitchy and irrational over something like this. I was aware of this, yet I was still playing terrible scenarios in my head of Mark finding out and then firing Ethan. Or worse, Mark making Ethan choose between his relationship and his career. Oh god, would I be able to handle that?

Ding!

“I had on lip gloss… from when you kissed me in the car… She kept asking about it, so I told her about us and I made her not tell anyone!”

Well shit. This was my fault. I was going to be the reason why we were exposed before we were ready.

“FUCK,” I typed. “Are you sure she won’t say anything? Did she say anything else?”

“I promise she won’t tell. She’s my friend, I swear she’s cool. Look, can I come over? Idk if this is making you anxious, I wanna make sure you’re okay.”

I sighed, now feeling guilty. I was losing my mind over this whether I liked it or not.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess over this ugh,” I sent.

“It’s okay, you’re my mess ❤”

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#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #jacksepticeye x oc #markiplier x oc #peebles #sweetheart writes #ylh fic #i know right #only a few more chapters left yall #shit gon go down

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Autistic Reclaimed Characters Masterlist

I’m getting back into making reclaimed characters/OCs by reclaiming autistic characters from media.

Character’s name (full name, if given): Christopher John Francis Boone

Apparent age: 15

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (which is a best-selling mystery novel and a drama/mystery play) and it’s bad because it is ableist (the author did little research about autism and autistic people), normalizes the abuse of autistic people, and the book has a stereotypical depiction of autism. Mark Haddon portrayed the protagonist Christopher as elitist, intolerant, dismissive, unconcerned for others, unsympathetic, remorselessly violent, and not noticing or responding to insults and abuse. He is ableist towards other disabled kids at his school and looks down on them while also looking down on non-disabled people. Christopher is mistreated (abused, neglected, abandoned, deceived, gaslit, and insulted), often by authority figures like his parents and most other characters either overlook or actively attempt to justify this. His father Ed lied about his mother Judy being dead to him for two years. Ed also killed his ex-girlfriend’s dog Wellington with a garden fork and receives no consequences for doing so except for causing a rupture in Christopher’s relationship with him, and he tries to pressure Christopher to repair it by focusing exclusively on how much he is hurt by Christopher. Haddon also portrayed Christopher’s parents in a sympathetic light even though the novel is from Christopher’s point of view and despite Ed and Judy being abusive and neglectful to Christopher. Siobhan (Christopher’s mentor and teacher) is only present in the early parts of the book and absent from the rest of the book without an explanation; the author could have used her to show that Christopher does not deserve to be abused and neglected, but he did not. The novel presents the autistic protagonist as responsible for his parent’s divorce and being mistreated by others while showing that he is unaffected by this mistreatment, and portrays abuse, abandonment, and gaslighting as normal and justified.

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Birthday: August 11

Sexuality: Mspec graysexual neuroromantic/echoromantic/arovague (queer acespec arospec for convenience)

Personality: Christopher is intelligent, sensitive, perceptive, naive, arrogant, and tends to come off as aloof. He has a very self-centered point of view, values logic, tends to be literal-minded, and is sometimes clueless when it comes to social norms. He takes pride in his intelligence and views himself as rational and logical though he can be insensitive, cold, reckless, irritable, irrational, and illogical at times. He tends to have emotional outbursts, lash out, bottle up his emotions, and split due to trauma, but he is working on expressing his emotions in healthier ways. Christopher used to be violent, break into people’s houses and vehicles, steal, vandalize property, and have an ableist and elitist attitude before he got the proper help he needed. He cares about the people he is close to, treating them with kindness and is protective of them. His samefood is strawberry milkshakes. He prefers to use a stress ball or something similar to stim. Christopher is a trauma, physical/verbal/emotional abuse, and emotional neglect survivor. He is autistic and has PTSD/possible C-PTSD, NPD, conduct disorder, BPD, depression, chronic boredom, low empathy, abandonment issues, and violent intrusive thoughts and impulses.

Likes: His special interests are math, prime numbers, countries, capitals, detective fiction, mystery novels and movies, thriller films, autism/disability rights, astronauts, and Steven Universe (he especially enjoys Steven Universe: The Movie and Steven Universe Future). He also likes Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures, his pet rat, his service dog, Siobhan, strawberry milkshakes, puzzles, computer games, Tetris, and everything being in order.

Dislikes: The colors yellow (when not kin shifting to Peridot) and brown, yellow things (when not kin shifting to Peridot), brown things, dirt, gravy, wood, blood (squick), being lied to/deceived, his birth parents (his birth dad, in particular), authority figures who are ableist and invalidate him, crowded places, noisy places, being made fun of, his chronic boredom, saying he can’t feel or doesn’t have emotions, romanticization/glorification of cheating/affairs/infidelity, being called “a handful”, everything not being in order, and being touched during a meltdown, shutdown, or flashback.

Relationship status: Taken (Aki–QPP/zucchini and chosen person, and Clover–girlfriend and favorite person)

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Caitlin Ann Smith

Apparent age: 10 (going on to 11)

Gender: Cis girl

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Mockingbird (which is a young adult novel and a theatre play) and it’s bad because there were multiple moments when the main character Caitlin’s behavior is too textbook, the author’s writing clearly leaned to a clinical view of autism spectrum disorder, and it was written particularly for a neurotypical audience. Kathryn Erskine preferred the clinical research over the thoughts, feelings, and writings of autistic people. Caitlin’s epiphany is problematic because it did not feel like her own, it was inspiration porn due to her having to “learn” empathy, and it feels like the epiphany that ableist organizations like Autism Speaks and neurotypicals who fail to understand autistic people want autistic people to have. While the book was written with good intentions, Erskine regurgitated the “no empathy” myth, people around the autistic character are constantly trying to “fix” her and this is shown to be a good thing, and the book ended up being inspiration porn for neurotypicals.

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Birthday: In the book, her birthday is unknown so I’ll make it November 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Caitlin is intelligent, cheerful, socially awkward, pedantic, often blunt, and comes off as arrogant without meaning to. She tends to get excited and passionate about things she enjoys. As a result, she tends to infodump. She has black-and-white thinking, hypermorality, and fluctuating empathy. Caitlin can come off as tactless at times due to being brutally honest, but does not mean to hurt people’s feelings and will try to clear things up if there are any resulting problems. She also does not always understand social cues and expectations, but she tries her best. Caitlin is more caring than she appears to be. She is autistic and is recovering from depression that is caused by the death of her mother who died of cancer and PTSD that is caused by the death of her brother Devon who died in a school shooting and being bullied in school.

Likes: Her special interests are drawing, dictionaries, and To Kill a Mockingbird. She also likes art, making charcoal drawings, pastel colors, the colors black and white, black and white TV shows and movies, cartoons (especially Disney), Bambi, her friends (especially her best friend Michael), small spaces (they bring her comfort), hiding under a dresser (her “hidey-hole”) and bed, and stuffing her head under couch cushions.

Fears or triggers: Really loud noises (sensory trigger), lights buzzing (sensory trigger), wool clothing (sensory trigger), fuzzy clothing (sensory trigger), gunshots (trigger), and being called “weirdo” or “freak” (trigger). No fears, but she gets uncomfortable when talking about school shootings and school shooters.

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Michael Schneider (best friend), Josh

Extras: She is Scout kin/IDs as Scout (To Kill a Mockingbird), Bambi kin (Bambi), and her comfort characters are Jem (To Kill a Mockingbird) and Atticus (To Kill a Mockingbird).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Rose Howard

Apparent age: 11 (going on to 12)

Gender: Cis girl

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Rain Reign (which is a children’s novel) and it’s bad because the author Ann M. Martin wrote it in Autism Voice, the narrative is stereotypical, and Rose is explicitly framed as other due to being portrayed as overly literal and the book’s constant focus on her obsession with homonyms, numbers, prime numbers, weather patterns, and rules. It also stereotypes autistic people as not experiencing emotions, unfeeling, uncaring, unable to be hurt, and overly rational. In general, Martin denied Rose emotional agency and wrote a story about an autistic character for a neurotypical audience.

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(Rose with Rain)

(Another picture of Rose and Rain)

Birthday: In the book, her birthday is unknown so I’ll make it September 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Likes: Her special interests are weather patterns, homonyms, and numbers (especially prime numbers). She also likes her dog Rain, her uncle Weldon, wordplay/puns, meteorology, the weather channel, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, The Incredibles movies, The Secret of NIMH, and being on her routine.

Dislikes: People not explaining things to her, people not listening to why she is upset, being made fun of, being invalidated, and being off her routine.

Fears or triggers: Alcohol (trigger), hurricanes (fear), and being shaken (fear/trigger).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Rain

Extras: Her comfort characters are Madame Foster (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends), Helen Parr (The Incredibles), and Mrs. Brisby (The Secret of NIMH).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Willem Edward Smith

Apparent age: 12

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): How to Fly with Broken Wings (which is a children’s fiction book) and it’s bad because the author Jane Elson wrote Willem as stereotypically autistic without naming him as such. Willem seems to check off all of the diagnostic boxes of autism without having much of a personality beyond this. Willem isn’t always treated with respect or dignity, particularly when he’s reduced to facts about airplanes and telling people that he can fly. In the middle of the book, Willem suddenly becomes a magical autistic detective by pulling out several pieces of physical evidence and lines of argument to prove that one person wasn’t involved in gang riots, although these abilities are never previously mentioned. Elson doesn’t fully address him being mistreated at school. Sasha describes him in her first chapter as “one of life’s special people” and regularly refers to him as her special friend as their relationship develops. Willem is relentlessly bullied at school and in danger at home, although no other characters do anything about this. Other kids make him jump off of objects or buildings and there are rival gangs in the area who are also interested in manipulating him. In class, his teacher frequently singles him out by requiring him to make two friends instead of completing equations for homework like his peers. The teacher tries to mix up students to get kids to interact with Willem and pulls each aside to say that she wants them to show him friendship, though she recognizes that forcing him to make friends in class encouraged him to interact with his bullies and put him in numerous dangerous situations, and she apologizes by the end of the book. The assignment led to Willem being deceived or put in dangerous situations more than once, and the author offers no clear condemnation of this. Willem’s main bully apologizes for his actions a few times but immediately returns to hurting Willem, and when he eventually befriends him it’s in order to gain favor with the girl he likes. Many adults apologize to Willem– including his teacher, who recognizes that forcing him to make friends put his life in danger; not that her treatment of him was emotionally manipulative. Also, there is no further discussion of any emotional repercussions.

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(Willem with a dog and holding hands with Sarah)

(Willem)

Birthday: In the book, his birthday is unknown so I’ll make it June 21

Sexuality: Questioning

Dislikes: Bullies, gangs, riots, being made fun of, being excluded/left out, people who are too close to him, Finn Maison and his gang the Beckham Estate Boyz, being assigned friends, being forced into a “buddy system”, being manipulated or deceived, shouting, being kissed, and his food touching.

Fears or triggers: Bullying (fear/trigger), gangs (fear/trigger), riots (fear/trigger), Finn Maison and his gang (fear), falling (fear), death threats (trigger), being assigned friends (trigger), being forced into a “buddy system” (trigger), shouting (sensory trigger), being kissed (sensory trigger), and his food touching (sensory trigger).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Sasha Barton, Magic Man Archie, Buster

Extras: His comfort character is Carl Gould (Arthur).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Colin Fischer

Apparent age: 14

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Colin Fischer (which is a young adult novel) and it’s bad because despite being written by an autistic author–Zack Sentz–and Colin being likable, the book distances the readers from the perspective of him by othering him and casting him as incomprehensible and weird. Colin is rarely seen as anything but intrigued, confused, or panicked, and that reinforces the damaging, ableist notion of autistic people not having emotions. He is also depicted by Sentz and Ashley Edward Miller to be a super special autistic with “mysterious skills”. Colin’s brother Danny loathing him and their parents is portrayed with no nuance and no emotions from Colin’s end. In the book, Asperger’s syndrome is mentioned as being “related to” autism rather than being part of the autism spectrum. His school is said to be supportive and accommodating, but there is not much proof to support this as the narrative appears to condone the ableist treatment of the protagonist. For example, when Colin is purposefully taunted in class and ends up barking from stress, the principal accepts that it wasn’t his fault, but she also threatens Colin with punishment if he “acts out” again. Another example is his gym teacher Mr. Turrentine ignoring a note from his therapy team that he can skip gym. He also aligns with the popular image of “high-functioning” autistic people as being a socially awkward, math/logic/train-obsessed, straight, white, middle-class teenage boy. His symptoms become less extreme at the end of the book, which is seen as a positive development; this portrays autistic traits as undesirable and negative.

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Birthday: In the book, his birthday is unknown so I’ll make it September 22

Sexuality: Disordinebisexual biromantic, leans towards females

Personality: Colin is curious, inquisitive, and friendly. He enjoys being organized and tends to have meltdowns when not being organized. Colin has slow reflexes and activities like basketball, soccer, playing catch, monkey bars, riding a bicycle, and gym class are difficult for him while activities like jumping and bouncing are easier for him. He speaks in a monotone voice, but talks fast when excited. Colin is often very literal and has trouble detecting sarcasm. He stims by barking when stressed or overwhelmed, jumping especially when happy or excited, and making repeated clicking sounds. He usually has a hard time telling when people are upset because facial expressions don’t come naturally to him, and does not always understand social cues and expectations. Colin pet regresses to cope with stress and being autistic, disabled, and otherwise neurodivergent. He is autistic, nearsighted, a dog regressor, and has gross motor dyspraxia and hypotonia.

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Melissa Greer (best friend), Wayne Connolly

Extras: He is alienkin and dogkin, and his comfort characters are Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock) and Spock (Star Trek). He has reading glasses to help with his nearsightedness.

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