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dorizardthewizard · 10 months ago

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Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 16 - 18

Episode 16:

Nice levitation trick Simbai, but she's just allowed to use the Breath like that? Maybe because she's a flux society member? It does make me realise, since the wars were not so long ago, how many people are walking around who could previously use the the Breath all the time but now aren't allowed. That's kind of crazy!

I do like the idea of them actually learning how to use the Breath in more creative ways!

This soundtrack for Tia's training session is pretty cool

Well done Mei for wearing more weather-appropriate clothes this time!

Mice telling Mark to get it together kdjfskfd time for lover boy to get dunked on for once

FSJHDFKDSF ARTEGOR BEING A COMMENTATOR NOW I LOVE IT

Callie: Do you miss playing when you see your friends on the field? D'jok: Um, I- Callie: Certainly you must think they are still bitter towards you after beating them on Paradisia?

Callie those are some horrible questions leave the man alone 😭

I am once again asking for more Lun-Zeara action. Btw has she ever spoken a line? Fucking Stevens may have spoken more than her

I support the Snow Kids but I love seeing the Wambas winning and having fun <3

GOOOOOAL MICRO-ICE!

Artegor: Listen Barry, to be frank, I'm not a fan of your work

HE'S SUCH A BITCH LOOOL after my rewatch I want to make a compilation of Artegor's commentator moments

Lun-Zaera is CHILLING lmao, also I just checked the wiki for the spelling of her name and it's about as consistent as the Wamba's hair colour.

Why is Woowamboo being such a dick. She's trying her best!

Awwww D'jok cheering on the Snow Kids

Mei is carrying the defence in this match like the queen she is <3

Artegor contributes a more technical analysis of the game which is pretty cool

WOOWAMBOO FOULING?? I mean fouls aren't really rare but still, he's being far more aggressive than before? Sure, the Wambas aren't going to just be fun-loving when the GFC is at stake and they're as competitive as any other team, but when you combine this with the way he was talking to Lun-Zia it's just jarring?

Also WAIT. Woowamboo is ginger? So the player that switched to the Lightnings for the Paradisian tournament was just someone else? Fair enough as you wouldn't switch your star player, but yeah my bad. Actually wait, he literally has grey hair in the Netherball scenes in season 2. WHAT IS THE TRUTH

OK WHAT. SO LUN-ZIA TELLING THE WAMBAS WHERE ROCKET IS MOST LIKELY TO SHOOT IS PERFECTLY A-OK BUT D'JOK TELLING TEAM PARADISIA A LITTLE TIP ON HOW TO BEAT AHITO IS A BETRAYAL?? PLUS, in the last episode Aarch faces the SK in the holo-trainer and says he can beat them because he knows how they play, and that everyone else does too. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS SAYING WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE AHITO BETRAYAL BS. WHICH IS IT, WRITERS?!

Well at least Woowamboo seems more accepting of Lun-Zia now that he's seen her give it her all. Nice to see her settled in with the rest of the team!

I just had a thought, where is Maya in all this? We've seen Mama-Ice pop up and check on (scold XD) Micro-Ice but we didn't see Maya interact with D'jok at all? Wouldn't she have gone to see him instead of only hanging with the Snow Kids?? And now that D'jok's “retired” and hanging out by himself at Genesis, isn't she gonna look for him? She knows football was so important to him, so to give it up is a big deal! Ah well, we'll see.

Episode 17:

Yaay more Tia and Mei being besties

NOT CLOVER GIRL DOING THE MARYLIN MONROE

Side note I like Kim-8's vibes, she's just cool

That scene in Ballow's restaurant where he's talking about leaving dirty business behind, all while henchmen are constantly coming up to him with dodgy items like stolen paintings is so hilarious jfdskmn

aww I love Artegor trying to convince D'jok to come back, especially with him telling him how hard the SK took it when he left. It's also interesting to see Artegor refer to playing with the Snow Kids as a responsibility - they're a symbol of hope for the people of Akillian, who didn't even want to go to their first match in the stadium due to the trauma from the glaciation.

He also reminds D'jok he's a Snow Kid, which reminds me of their conversation in season.... 2? Where Artegor tells him he'll always be a kid from Akillian. It's also nice that once he's voiced his opinion, he changes the subject instead of pressuring D'jok to answer. He's really developed from the demanding Shadows coach he used to be.

THE PIRATES!! CRUSH THE RED TIGERS!!!!

Poor Artie, he can never watch a full match LOL

FOUR GOALS FOR STEVENS!!! WOOOOOOOOO PIRATES BEAT A FLUX TEAM! TAKE THAT!!!

NO. NO NO NO NO NO. THE CYCLOPS CANNOT FREEZE PEOPLE. THAT'S THE XENON'S FLUX. TRY AGAIN. ACTUALLY WATCH THE PREVIOUS SEASONS. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP.

Do you ever watch an old video and get jumpscared by a comment you don't remember making? Because I wrote this on another upload 9 years ago and I still don't know how they messed that up LOL.

I mean yeah sure it COULD be a new ability they've unlocked like how the Snow Kids are finding new ways to use the Breath. But they don't show the Cyclop's hypnosis thing at all, the animation is exactly the same as the Xenon's flux, and Callie even mentions their "hypnotic" flux and how the players can barely stay on their feet, which doesn't really match what's on screen sooo yeeeeeaahhh this is just an animation error. A pretty big one though.

So team Paradisia have no problem using their flux? Which was a synthetic one to begin with? And the technology for it is no longer available? Or do they just get it implanted once and that's it? So what was up with them going into those pods to “charge”? How does this work???

sfkdgfkjdf Mark went too hard on the sauerkraut, I love this gag about Mark and food

YESSSS SONNY! FATHER SON BONDING TIME FINALLY. His speech about the Pirates always being by his side even in tough times is sweet, and makes sense for D'jok. He's been through a lot with the Snow Kids and they're basically family now, and family wouldn't truly turn him away if he was sorry for what he did. At least, they wouldn't stay mad forever.

BENNETT YOU LEGEND. But also a bit reckless of Sonny to stand with D'jok right in the middle of an open area

Sonny: We're trapped!

Um no you're not, there's a staircase right there

Poor Cyclops, always getting clowned on :( ARTEGOR IS A SAVAGE IN THIS MATCH

BALLOW OUTING THE CON ARTISTS FDKFDKJDF I'm sorry I know it's a tragic moment for Sinedd but THAT'S SO FUNNY

The way they animate Sidney rolling around is hilarious. Also Thran only thought of finding Harvey just now? Wow, talk about second-class citizens.

It's so funny how this is the last episode in the official playlist, like they just gave up uploading HD episodes 2 years ago. Unless it's a regional thing? I'm editing this in Austria rn and the official English uploads aren't available unless I use VPN, are the French eps all uploaded in HD at least?

Episode 18:

Aaaaand I'm back to 480p uploads from 10 years ago. Thank you for your service youtube user lykaon868

I do get to see the intro and outro now though yaaaay

Wait what? We ended last episode on D'jok wanting to talk to the Snow Kids and with this one we just skip ahead to him being on the team again? I mean... they were building up to that moment for sooo long and we don't even get to see it? What???

It seems Tia and Rocket have accepted D'jok back but Micro-Ice and Ahito aren't so enthusiastic. It's strange to see Ahito so resentful but it's a refreshing change to see him react like that.

Micro-Ice's reaction on the other hand isn't taken very seriously and it's presented as them squabbling immaturely but like... he's right to feel hurt! We could've had some good Micro-Ice angst topped off with a heart-to-heart between two guys who canonically consider each other brothers, but here we are.

Sinedd's parents were... I M P O S T E R S ?

Sharky why are you revealing this as a scoop when it just puts you into hot water for not doing a background check before inviting them on the show

OOOO SHADOWS SPEAKING HISTORIC MOMENT

This is the serious - silly contrast dynamic I had in my head for the Shadows LOL. Although it's sad this kind of implies the Shadows only care for Sinedd as a player and not a person, telling him to get a grip after something like that? Although maybe their whole thing is that they TRY to act tough but really they're all feeling like that one guy who ran out crying lol. It IS a bit weird to insert comedy like that into this kind of scene though, kind of undercuts it for me.

Artegor just having tea and biscuits 🤣🤣🤣

CALLIE ACCEPT HIS OFFER FOR TEA DON'T BE RUDE. He looks sad after her reaction fskdjfskds honestly Artegor is probably the best character this season

STOP HAVING THEM SCORE IN THE FIRST MINUTE SFJKDFSKS

Tia squaring up to Sinedd I LOVE HER

Also wtf Sinedd, but he was about to go to Mei so I wonder what he was gonna do? Taunt her? Or maybe he regretted it? I guess we'll never know

This is a match with the Shadows, the Snow Kids' biggest rivals, and yet the first half is over in a few minutes of the episode! The matches just aren't as interesting in this season and feel too rushed

TIA CAPTAIN MOMENT YYYEAAAAAAHHH SHE DESERVES IT!

I am not immune to some D'jok vs Sinedd action

Not Maya focusing on Sinedd when she hasn't interacted with D'jok this whole time 😭

Mei is such a savage, it reminds me of Stevens handing Sinedd the ball that one time when there was seconds to spare LOL also pls forgive the shit quality gifs, demonstration purposes only folks

Sinedd: Do like everyone else Mei, don't worry about what I do and just forget me. Mei: But Sinedd- Sinedd: I lost, Mei. I lost everything. Everything.

Oof Sinedd really goes through the ringer every season, huh

Mark is smooth as butter on the pitch but so incredibly cringe at flirting

Warren: The team. The group. That's all that counts, D'jok D'jok: Being a team player Warren, that's what I want to improve!

Sure D'jok, until next season. But it's also kind of weird to portray his arc as if he just needed to learn how to be a team player again, when a big part of why he left was the emotional turmoil from the breakup and him lashing out because of it. That's never really resolved, although I guess the season is trying to say that D'jok became obsessed with winning again, which is what drove Mei away in the first place, but again I'm just speculating here! They had the means for a really good arc for D'jok but fumbled it and decided to retread old paths instead.

Is Harvey alive after all?

I do love that Clamp is still working alongside Sonny. And yaaaay Thran gets to do something!

Wait Paradisia is a dead planet, it didn't blow up or anything. Harvey is a robot so is it that surprising he's still there? Why not look for him earlier?

#galactik football #dori watches galactik football #my posts

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marsbar17 · 1 year ago

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would u mind doing cryptane (octane x crypto) headcanons? specifically in a long term (perhaps even secret due to their different affiliations) relationship? and if u do any nsfw, trans octane please, mwah. teehee ty!

This is kinda long and I got goofy with it and the nsfw part is short but shhhhhhhhh feast, my child

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《SFW》

• A lot of effort, time, and feelings went into their relationship, leading to a healthy and stable situation

• All the legends knew they were dating, it was hard not to with Octane's inability to shut up sometimes dhdhdjkaja

• Also the fact that Octane would kiss the other all the time during the games

• Super cool kraber shot? Smooch

• Downed someone in one mag? Smooch

• Kill leader? Smooch, baby

• Win the game? Extra big smooch, maybe with some tongue too (ooh la la)

• Octane wasn't super helpful when it came to Crypto's hate against the syndicate, but he was one hell of a hype man

• He's all like "I don't blame you for hating ol' 'Duardo, I hate him too haha."

• Yeah well, that changed, octane went back to papa duardo and now he's working for the syndicate yaaayyyy

• They didn't talk about it, not communicating and just continuing being romantic and loving while also avoiding the whole subject

• They'd cuddle, turn on the TV only to quickly turn it back off when Octane's face shows up next to his dad's at some big event

• This continued for a while, until Octane figured out that Crypto was helping Lifeline, Loba, and the others with trying to get information on Eduardo

• I mean, he thought about it, but he didn't want to accept that it could be happening, and then he saw it himself with the information on Crypto's computer

• Crypto tells him that Octane can make his own decisions, and that while helping his dad isn't one he agrees with, he's not going to stop loving Octane

• Octane is still a bit hurt that his boyfriend and his best friend are working against him, but fuck it man, Crypto's just too sexy to let go over something so dumb

• So they go back to not talking about it, but they also stop being affectionate in public

• No more smooches :(

• Crypto doesn't really care about what the others feel, but Octane is afraid that Lifeline will get mad that he's talking with Crypto but not her yknow

• When they're alone it's very nice tho, cuddles and watching TV with snacks

• Weird headcannon but Octane has seen all of Grey's Anatomy, and made Crypto watch it aswell

• LIKE, I JUST FEEL LIKE HED GET A KICK OUT OF MAKING FUN OF SHOWS LIKE THAT YKNOW??

• (I haven't seen grey's anatomy I just get clips on tik tok and assume I understand)

• Crypto pretends to hate it but secretly he enjoys the cornyness of it

• The communication ain't very good but it's fiiiinnnneee

• Their relationship is strained, but it's still holding on by like, a couple threads

• One of those threads is probably the sex 👍

《NSFW》

• You can't tell me you look and Crypto and don't think "yeah that man fucks"

• Either that or he has never seen pussy in his life but yknow, that's fun too

• And god is Octane's pussy GOOD

• Octane fucks

• I am an avid enjoyer of the thought that Octane just has casual sex with his friends for fun, no strings attached

• Will do anything to ride Crypto, he's too impatient to let Crypto fuck him

• "Come on perrito~ You've gotta try harder than that to get me off~"

• It doesn't matter if Crypto's on top or bottom, Octane is telling him what to do

• Harder, faster, deeper

• Octane is always begging for quickies at inconvenient times

• Man's gonna get dick when he wants it, bitch

• Crypto's always spent by the end of it, while Octane's like "come on old man, your cum is leaking out of me and I need aftercare STAT."

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I'm realizing how long this is dhdhdnsj WELL

#apex legends #apex headcanons #apex crypto #tae joon park #apex octane #crypto #octane #octavio silva #octane x crypto #cryptane #gay #transgender

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mswritingthings · 2 years ago

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Dialogue Prompt Superlist 1

"I think you need new suits boys. Most FBI agents don't run around with vamp blood on their suits."

"We have all tried saving everyone, and it doesn't work. At some point, we all have to accept that."

"Hunters, always thinking with their blades."

"So, you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" "You're not the devil."

"Take this, it'll protect you when I can't."

"Cute car." "Excuse you, but she is more than just cute."

"If I wanted to spend my life hunched over books and research, I would have gone to college."

"You're reckless." "Aren't we all?"

"Don't let the black eyes fool you, I'm very gentle."

"There are always issues in covens. That's why I practice on my own."

"I feel like a doomsday prepper down here." "It's the only place you're safe right now, so stop complaining."

"I'll kick your ass you tall son of a bitch."

"Just because I'm not a Winchester doesn't mean I'm clueless jackass."

"Maybe if you guys weren't so selfless, all your solutions wouldn't be to sacrifice yourselves for the good of mankind."

"If you think that I'm giving up Hell that easily, you are stupider than everyone says you are."

"This isn't fair, you know I can't say no to you."

"I know it's late, but do you think you can come over?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you were hot."

"It's not like we're exclusive."

"They say they're just friends." "We are!"

"Friends don't look at each other like that."

"For this bit of time, you are allowed to be obsessed with me, I won't blame you."

"There are easier places to sneak off to than this."

"It's not fair, you call my name and I Can't help but run off to you."

"Let's face it, we stopped being just friends the night we slept together."

"Careful, that one's a tease."

"I don't want us to be anything more than what we already are."

"It's casual sex. That's all, I swear."

"Your date is an idiot, but I'll have to thank them."

"IT's not a date, but I do have a bottle of wine and some lingerie that I'd hate to let go to waste."

"When it comes down to the wire, they'll have my back."

"I trust you." "Thank you."

"It's not a good plan, but it's a plan."

"I let you down once before, I won't do it again."

"If we're gonna win, we need to work together."

"I thought you hated each other." "Things change."

"That is it: the big one."

"I'm gonna fight until I can't fight anymore."

"People like us, they go down swinging."

"Drop your weapons... All of them."

"Nobody comes into my home and threatens me."

"I'm not doing this out of revenge, I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do."

"That was one hell of a fight." "Yeah, I've got the scars to prove it."

"I know that look in your eye because I've felt that pain too."

"We didn't lose, we just have to try again."

"We take care of each other, that's how it's always been."

"Somewhere along the line, I fell in love with you."

"It's not an ideal situation, but we can make it work."

"I'm here if you need to talk to someone."

"That wasn't your fault, not really."

"It's okay, let it out."

"If I ever let anything happen to you, I'd never forgive myself."

"All I wanted was to hear you say that you were sorry."

"You can't ask me to do that. You know I won't."

"Leave, just get out of here."

"Someone around here has got to keep you safe."

"I thought you hated me." "No, never."

"Tell me it's going to be okay, even if it isn't." "It's okay."

"Stuff like this, it takes time to get better."

"I meant it when I said I was going to do everything I can to earn your trust back."

"Shh, relax and close your eyes, just let yourself feel it."

"It feels good baby, doesn't it?"

"That's it, open your legs for me like a good girl."

"Use your words. Tell me what you want."

"Don't cum yet, wait and it'll feel so much better."

"I think you can push yourself a little harder. Come on, try for me."

"You are such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. I'm so proud of you."

"All of those noises you make when I'm in between your legs, it drives me crazy just thinking about them."

"Come here, it's okay. Let me hold you."

"I suppose you've been behaving yourself long enough to deserve a reward."

"Calm down, I would really hate to punish you."

"Do you want more?" "Please."

"You've taken good care of me, now let me take care of you."

"You like being pampered like this, don't you?"

"Please don't turn away from me, I want to see you."

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you."

"Breathe with me. Come on, in... and out, that's it."

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

"Everybody needs a break sometimes, I get it."

"Crying doesn't make you weak."

"Please be careful, I don't want to see you hurt yourself."

"I shouldn't feel ashamed about needing help sometimes."

"I can't be everything to everyone."

"This isn't my safe space, you are."

"You really scared me back there." "I'm sorry."

"Can you just hold me for a couple minutes?"

"There's a lot to live for when you let yourself enjoy life."

"You don't have to be strong all the time, not with me."

"I don't know what I'd do without you." "You won't have to."

"I feel like I've worked so hard for so long and have nothing to show for it."

"I'm not saying this is illegal, but how okay are you with having a misdemeanor?"

"You are so lucky that you're cute."

"Come on, it's not even that big of an ask."

"There are certain things you only do for someone you've known for a long time."

"I never said I liked you." "But you didn't say you don't."

"Careful! You're gonna get us killed driving like that."

"You're being dramatic."

"Okay, you pump the gas and I'll get the snacks."

"No wonder you never made the team, what kind of throw was that?"

"What the hell is this?" "So nice of you to join us, take your seat."

"You look like you came from a boy band audition."

"I think I'm funny." "Of course you do."

"Look, this might not even be that big of a mess to clean up."

"If I die doing this, I am so haunting your ass."

"What was that?" "My cue to never let you watch Paranormal Activity again."

#dialogue prompts #prompt list #mine #superlist #smut #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff

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oliverreedmasterass · 2 years ago

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GVF Masterclass Group Chat

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Warnings:

language, crude topics, mentions of alcohol, Oliver Reed just kinda going off the tracks

Synopsis:

A look at what the group chat between Cal A Bungah, Chip Bunker, Dr. JMK, and Oliver Fucking Reed probably looks like

Notes:

@jmkho

has a god damn gift for writing Oliver Reed dialogue perfectly with the right british accent - thank you for helping out with this my dude

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Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey we should make this

FUCKING

WOT

WOT THE BLOODY ‘EL IS ‘AT

THE Chip Bunker

Can’t. I’ll be at the Masters, you know, winning

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Sorry you can’t have fun Chip

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’ll join if all ingredients are GMO-free, gluten-free, nut-free, fat-free, sugar-free, and organic.

My body is a temple and I must treat it with the utmost respect.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

It’ll be vegan

Idk about the other stuff though

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’ll consider it.

THE Chip Bunker

I’m surprised ur branching out from margaritas cal

FUCKING

BOooOZE

DID THE BOY SAY FUCKIN’ BOOOZE

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Now you’ve got Oliver’s attention

FUCKING

EYE’ CANT FIND MY BLOODY TROUSERS

SUM FUCKIN WANKA’ MUSTA’ STOLEN ‘EM

THE Chip Bunker

Oliver what

FUCKING

I TELL DIS BLOKE DOWN AT THE PUB THAT DEY ARE LEVIS

AN’ THE BASTARD TOOK ‘EM STRAIGHT OFF MY FUCKIN ARSE

THE BLOODY MAGICIAN

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Release yourself from the material world, brother.

It binds you down and distracts yourself from the beauty of the natural world.

FUCKING

THOSE WERE ME BEST FUCKIN TROUSERS

GONE WITH THE WIND DEY R’

JUST LIKE THAT BLOODY MOVIE

WITH CLARK GABLE

A LEGENDARY GENT WHO KNOWS CLASS

LIKE JIMI HENDRIX

Cal A Bungah Bitches has muted FUCKING

THE Chip Bunker

thank u

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Seriously whose idea was it to give him a phone

He was better off with the carrier pigeon

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Birds should not be exploited for free labor.

At least the phone isn’t conscious.

Yet.

THE Chip Bunker

scary thought

thx doctor

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Man has flown too close to the sun with modern technology.

It’s only a matter of time before AI and robots and drones begin to inherit our humanness.

We will be nothing in a silicon world.

Just withered elements of the earth.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

I kinda like this one too

THE Chip Bunker

oh jesus

you’re throwing me off my game

I’m not gonna be able to focus on my swing

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Gotta work on my swing

Gotta do my own thing

THE Chip Bunker

did you just quote fucking high school musical 2 at me

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Banger

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Where is Oliver?

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Muted that shithead

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I will not accept that.

Exclusion isolates the ego and convinces the inner self that they aren’t worthy.

That’s a lot of damage.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Ugh.

Cal A Bungah Bitches has unmuted FUCKING

FUCKING

AN’ THAT’S HOW JIMI FUCKIN HENDRIX BOUGHT AN OLD WANKA LIKE ME A GLASS OF JACK IN ‘67 WHILE EYE’ WAS ON A TWO MUNFF BENDA’ IN TIJUANA

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Welcome back, brother.

We’re so pleased to have you here.

You are worthy.

FUCKING

WOT

ME FUCKIN WOR’VY

EYE’M WORVY OV’ FINDING MY FUUUUUCKING TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Maybe you’re wearing your pants Oliver

FUCKING

YER JOKIN

WHAT KIND OV A…

OV COURSE EYE’M NOT WEARIN MY FUCKIN TROUSERS

OTHERWISE I WUDDN’T BE SO FFFUCKING IRRITATED RIGHT NOW

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Worth a try

THE Chip Bunker

thinking about buying these so I can bring my A game in style

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Wearing animal skin is not defined as style.

I weep over what capitalism has done to the power of the mind.

THE Chip Bunker

buzzkill

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey as long as the shoes match your belt, right chip?

Wait that’s the rule right

THE Chip Bunker

yup fashion 101

FUCKING

I LOST ME BELT TOO

THE Chip Bunker

I’ll get u a new belt oliver

with some of my winnings

after I win the Masters

FUCKING

AN’ THEN EYE’LL USE THAT BLEEDING BELT TO CRACK THE FUCKING SKULL OF THE TWAT WHO STOLE MY TROUSERS

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Do not let anger drive you, Oliver.

It will hurt you more than the one you wish to hurt.

Forgiveness is the chosen path to cleanse the soul.

FUCKING

GET ME A BELT WITH A BIG BASTARD OF A BUCKLE ON IT

EYE’ WANT TO HEAR HIS HEAD BREAK

Cal A Bungah Bitches

How the hell are you not on a watchlist Oliver

FUCKING

EY BUT I AM

EYE’M NOT ALLOWED IN THE STATE OF FLORIDA

THE 80S WERE A FUCKIN BLUR MY BOY

THE Chip Bunker

oh god

FUCKING

ALL IN GOOD FUN THOUGH, ALL IN GOOD FUN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Florida of all places

FUCKING

WOULD’YA LOOK AT ‘AT

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

What?

FUCKING

I FOUND ME TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Where were they???

THE Chip Bunker

$20 says he was wearing them the whole time

FUCKING

WRONG

MR. CAN GET A BALL IN A HOLE BUT CAN YOU GET YOUR HOLE IN A BALL

THE Chip Bunker

the hell is that supposed to mean

Cal A Bungah Bitches

???

FUCKING

THEY WERE IN THE OVEN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

The oven???

FUCKING

EYE’ MUST AV’ LEFT THEM IN THERE

GOTTEN WET OR SUMMIN

THEY NEEDED TO DRY

AH FUCK

I ONLY FUCKIN BAKED THEM

THE’YRE ALL CHARRED

THE Chip Bunker

you guys are distracting me

I nearly missed check in for the Masters

which, you know, I’m gonna win

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Yes, Chip: envision success.

It will become your reality.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Take a shot everytime Dr. JMK says something annoying

Jk don't

We’d all be dead

FUCKING

WARM TROUSERS THESE ARE

I’LL HAVE TO DO THAT MORE BLOODY OFTEN

ME CHEEKS ARE SIZZLING

THE Chip Bunker

sounds like the baking is already starting at oliver’s house

you better get over there Cal

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Omw now I need to see the baked pants

Wait are your pants vegan

FUCKING

I WONT LET YOU EAT ‘EM

PRICK

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’m coming over too.

I am yet to experience the wonders of baked pants.

FUCKING

THEY SMELL LIKE GARLIC

NOT SURE WHY

I DONT LIKE GARLIC

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

But garlic is one of the wonders of the world.

Pair it with tomatoes and some basil and you’ve got a heavenly sauce.

Did you know that if a tomato touches another tomato they are fucking.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

No don’t sexualize the fruit JMK

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Everything on this planet fucks.

We are all aligned.

FUCKING

NOW YER SPEAKIN’ ME FUCKIN LANGUAGE BOY

NOTHIN BETTER ‘AN THE SWEET SWEET RELEASE

THE Chip Bunker

taking this gc off my phone

y’all are weird

I need to find more golf friends

THE Chip Bunker has left the chat.

FUCKING

SEX MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Oh shit

Chip actually left

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Sometimes it’s easier to run from the truth.

He just needs his time to come around.

FUCKING

EYE COME ‘ROUND ALL THE TIME

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Jesus christ

What is wrong with you both

FUCKING

EYE’M OLIVER FFFUCKKKKKING REED BOY

WOTS WRONG WITH YEW

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We’re all sex-loving creatures of habit.

The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can start to enjoy life.

FUCKING

BAKE YER FUCKIN CAKE CAL

AN’ THEN IM GONNA FUCK IT

SIT ON IT WITH ME WARM ARSE

Cal A Bungah Bitches

…

Cal A Bungah Bitches has left the chat.

Dr. JMK, Ph.D has renamed the chat “Sex is Life”

FUCKING

SEX IS LIFE

YEW GET IT MATE

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We are so aligned right now.

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crybabyddl · 2 years ago

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I’m a million years late, but I finally watched Ginny and Georgia. Here are my thoughts.

(I am about halfway into season 2, but I binge-watched season 1 in like, 3 days, so I’m taking a bit of a break before finishing season 2.)

WARNING: GINNY AND GEORGIA SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

I’m gonna do a little “review” of each character.

Ginny: Can I just say that Ginny is probably one of the most selfish characters I’ve ever witnessed. Like yeah, she’s dealing with a lot of shit, but holy crap she is just so rude to Georgia. Georgia is literally 31. THIRTY ONE. She should be in the CLUB. But she has to raise her ungrateful bitch ass daughter who would rather sabotage her and put everything Georgia’s worked for in jeopardy than realize that her mother was literally just doing what she had to do to SURVIVE and make sure that her daughter never had to go through what she did as a teenager. Anyway… Girl needs to lock her window, for starters. Don’t get me wrong, Ginny is a very interesting character that I am invested in, but she’s definitely hard to like about half the time. Not everything that people in her life do is a direct jab at her, but Ginny will always take it as such. Sometimes people just have their own shit going on. The only person she seems to understand this concept with is Abby. Also, can someone tell this girl to leave that damn toothbrush ALONE? She fucked those bristles up. And down. And all around. That toothbrush was destROYED. Also, I don’t think Ginny’s ever taken a proper hit in her life lmao.

Georgia: Georgia is such a girlboss and I will defend her with everything I have. She’s the best character on that show and I love her. I will say she should totally expose Gabriel to Nick. One thing I will say, I’m disappointed that she’s refusing to acknowledge Austin’s learning disability. Yes, he’s a kid and he might grow out of it, but he stabbed someone with a pencil. That’s extremely violent for a 1st(?) grader. I understand where she’s coming from though, especially with her background as someone with neglectful, abusive parents that lived in the south. She didn’t grow up in a progressive household and spent her entire life turning her shortcomings into silver linings. She’s not going to willingly accept that Austin has difficulties that could prevent him from achieving everything he’s capable of. The same goes for Ginny’s mental health, but to be fair, she was left in the dark about that because Zion wanted to be in his daughter’s good graces. Anyway, I love Georgia. She’s gorgeous and is the best party planner. She’s a cool, hot mom and gives Ginny a taste of her medicine. I am a Georgia Miller apologist til the day I die.

Austin: He’s not the most interesting character, but I appreciate that he’s not just like all the other younger brothers in a coming-of-age series targeted towards female audiences. I like that he isn’t just rowdy or a troublemaker. They seemingly made him neurodivergent which I appreciate because it’s not just adults who suffer. Like even just the fact that he doesn’t eat like a growing kid should and usually just opts for sugar is such a minor but telling detail. Maybe I’m projecting. Probably. Regardless, I hope he has a bigger role in season 3. I also love seeing him and Paul interact. I do want to learn more about Gil though.

Zion: First thing’s first… holy smokes. The casting agents deserve a raise. He’s not only gorgeous, he’s sensitive, a great photographer, and a great dad. Obviously the whole thing between him and Georgia is awkward as hell. I wish that he wouldn’t make promises he can’t keep. But I like him and I’m glad he has a bigger role in the second season. I hope he has a bit of character development in the sense that he realizes that he’s clearly not doing as much as Georgia is and will learn to work WITH Georgia to parent Ginny instead of just doing what he can to win Ginny’s favor when she’s mad at Georgia. He should’ve told her about Ginny’s self harm.

Paul: He is so slay. I’m sorry, I had to start my review of him like that because to do otherwise would be disingenuous. I think his character is a bit less developed than what is needed, considering how much he’s in the show, but it’s also something I can let slide because of how freaking intense Ginny and Georgia’s storylines are. He’s on the himbo spectrum, just not enough to outright label him a himbo. He’s nice, not toxic, cares about Wellsbury, cares about his coworkers, and cares about Georgia’s kids, while also knowing his role as Georgia’s fiancé in regards to the kids. He did such a nice job at babysitting Austin and rolling with the punches, considering Georgia seemingly gave no instructions. (She’s a busy woman, I’m not gonna blame her!) Also, this man steps the fuck up when he needs to and steps the fuck back when he needs to. Bless him. I just cringe every time I think he’s about to learn something about Georgia’s past. Also, his parents can suck it. His brother is cool. I like him. ALSO THE FUCKING PART WHERE GINNY OPENS THE DOOR TO PAUL HOLDING GEORGIA’S VIBRATOR?💀💀 Ginny deserved that karma tbh.

Joe: POOR JOE. I was honestly rooting for him and Georgia to get together. He’s literally the reason Georgia’s in Wellsbury in the first place! Also when he realizes that Georgia is the girl he gave his sunglasses to? SO FRICKIN CUTE I WAS LIKE YES YES GO JOE! But no. As much as I like Paul, I wish we got a hookup between Joe and Georgia or SOMETHING. Because it was clear that Georgia was on a mission to move to Wellsbury and end up with Joe. ALSO THE FACT HE NAMED HIS HORSE MILKSHAKE??? I WAS SHRIEKING AT THE TV IN EXCITEMENT!!🥹 JOE DESERVES BETTER. I swear, they better not have him and Cynthia become a couple just because her husband is dying and they both like hockey. JOE IS AN ELIGIBLE YOUNG BACHELOR AND SHOULD BE WITH SOMEONE LESS DEVIOUS. The only devious person I’d accept him being with is Georgia, and that seems to be off the table. Although, I’m not entirely sure if Paul and Georgia will last.

Marcus: Oh brother. I have such mixed feelings on this character. Of course, the actor who plays him is attractive, which doesn’t hurt at all. However, I’m getting sick of the angsty, broody “bad boy” that we’re all supposed to ship with the main character. It was cute at times, but it’s getting a bit old. I get that he has trauma because his friend died, but the way in which that was written makes it feel more like the writers are using it as a way to justify his lack of empathy rather than it actually having taken a toll on him. He’s definitely not the best at taking social cues, which only further backs my headcanon that him and Max have ADHD. I do appreciate that he’s the comic relief in tense moments between Ginny and everyone, and I’m glad that the show pointed out how BIZARRE it is that he’s climbing through Ginny’s window.

Max: Ok as a former theatre kid and woman lover, I have been a Max apologist for most of my time watching this show. I’m ADHD-coding her and you can’t stop me. She’s got a flair for the dramatic, and is super pretty and talented. She was clearly written by an older person who’s trying to write someone from gen-z, and is kinda failing, but not enough to write her off as poorly written. She’s just one of those characters that isn’t necessarily someone you’d root for, but you’re not rooting against her. It’s more of a “Come on, Max. Get your shit together and change for the better!” But I love her energy and think she’s an interesting character to pay attention to. I get a lot of second-hand embarrassment whenever she has a crush on someone or overshares about her life, but that’s exactly how sophomores in high school are. She’s like the “head” of the MANG clique, and she is so cliquey, that it reminds me of being in middle school as opposed to sophomore year, especially with the Halloween group costume thing and how much she cares about social status. But seriously, everything with Sophie was such second-hand embarrassment to watch. She’s a bit obsessive when it comes to her crushes, which I can relate to, but I hope she becomes a bit less self-absorbed.

Abby: She reminds me of some girls I went to high school with. The actor who plays her is gorgeous. (Literally everyone in this show is attractive, it’s unfair and unrealistic lol) While I don’t like how her anger and negative emotions manifest, I am an Abby apologist. She is clearly hurting and hurt people hurt people. Literally nobody has been there for her despite everyone knowing her parents are getting divorced. When she freaked out over the dare because she didn’t want people to see the tape on her legs, it was clearly a sign that there was more that was bothering her. Obviously, you can’t expect others to pick up on that or get upset at people when they don’t, but Abby has ALWAYS been there whenever somebody else is freaking out, even when it’s just Max acting like the world is ending because a straight girl isn’t attracted to her, or Ginny is mad at Georgia for doing something a mother would do. Despite her misdirected anger and harsh words, Abby is a great friend and knows what is worth her energy and what isn’t when it comes to being there for her friends.

Norah: Honestly, she’s not that interesting of a character. Despite being in MANG, we don’t know that much about her other than she’s adopted and that her boyfriend is Jason, the guy with the long hair that plays bass in Hunter’s band. The actress who plays her is very pretty. I don’t like how much of a bystander she is though. Like girl, get your own personality, get your own thoughts and opinions! Anyway, not much else to say.

Hunter: Poor Hunter. He deserves better. He was a good boyfriend to Ginny. Cringe? Definitely, but name a sophomore in high school that ISN’T. I watched a Ginny and Georgia cringe compilation long before watching the show, and this guy was in almost every clip. However, watching those same clips within the context of the show actually made them significantly less cringey. I’m glad that the show highlighted how many stereotypes and expectations are attached to asian people, and how damaging they can be. I have a soft spot for this character because he reminds me of someone I went to high school with. Also, can we just acknowledge how talented Hunter is? Like he sings, plays guitar, tap dances, writes, and dresses better than any high school sophomore I’ve ever come across? Also, bonus point for not being a toxic piece of shit. I’m also gonna argue on his behalf and say that he is not at fault for his and Ginny’s breakup. Ginny should not have said that she should’ve won the essay contest IN FRONT OF HIM. Like yes, her piece was good, but it literally was not an essay, and in school, following the rules is what counts. (I’m calling it the Ms. Darbus philosophy. In High School Musical, Ms. Darbus is adamant that Troy and Gabriella did not make it to auditions on time, and therefore cannot be in the spring musicale. Obviously, she later throws that out the window, but we’re ignoring that for the sake of this being my point of reference. Maybe I should’ve just called it the Stick to the Status Quo effect, since that’s about conformity, and that’s literally what the government expects the education system to subconsciously promote.) omg ANYWAY… my point is that Hunter’s essay probably wasn’t as good as Ginny’s poem in terms of sentiment and substance, but it was better than her poem because it was an actual attempt at the assignment. Defying a teacher doesn’t earn you respect from the teacher in situations like this. Maybe if we were in High School Musical, but this show is clearly attempting to be more realistic at times to counteract how unrealistic the rest of the show’s plot is. Anyways, the fact he wrote Ginny a song is cute. She didn’t deserve him. At all. I CAN BARELY BREEAATHE WHEN YOU ARE NEEAAR😩

Bracia: I love Bracia. She’s so talented and pretty! I was a bit confused as to why she was so upset with Ginny at the Halloween party, so I’m glad they included that scene in the bathroom where they discuss what it’s like being black and how it differs from being mixed. I’m really glad they’re doing more with her character in the second season, because considering how much of Bracia’s character is focused on conveying a POC’s experience, simply having her be that token “activist” character would’ve been such a disservice and hypocritical of the creators and writers of the show. I was so happy when she got the lead in the Bridgerton spinoff musical! Also the blossoming romance between her and Bryon is so cute!! In visual media, it’s been a longstanding practice where if there’s a black side character, they’re depicted as sassy, loud, and one dimensional, rarely ever getting an actual backstory or having direct impacts on the plot. But with Ginny and Georgia, while Bracia is still a side character, she has a developed personality, has more than one hobby and aspiration, has an impact on the actions and emotions of the main character, and has a romantic interest that isn’t immediately introduced. It’s obviously not revolutionary, but it’s such a big step compared to the TV shows from when I was in high school.

Nick: I was loving Georgia and Nick’s friendship dynamic so much and then Cynthia had to go and ruin it when she trespassed and found out Georgia was embezzling. (Literally Marty pulled tf through with that.) But please tell this man to shut up about his degree from Colgate! We get it, you’re educated, you’re smart, but you’re also thirsting after a straight man! Get a grip! Ok but I love that he does drag and how it’s not like, super experienced drag that would actually earn you a living, but it’s just for fun, Avril Lavigne if she were a popstar mixed with the fashion sense of someone in 2012 (especially those peplum tops and snapback hats, along with heeled chunky ankle boots or sneaker heels). But I’m sad that his relationship is most likely not real (Maybe it is, maybe Gabriel is gay and actually likes Nick. It’s possible.) and that the friendship between him and Georgia is tarnished. They were like frenemies and I loved the dynamic.

Gabriel: Sorry, I don’t care how much you’re getting paid to dig up shit about someone. If you see someone like Georgia, minding her business after a life of hardship and barely getting by, mind YOUR business. Like what Gabriel is doing has got to be illegal. He literally moved from TEXAS to MASSACHUSSETTS to stalk a woman and is in a fake relationship with her coworker for the sole purpose of gathering intel. I’d argue that he’s doing more damage than Georgia ever did because he’s manipulating a minor to turn against her own mother based on his assumptions (they may be true, but he does not have enough evidence and is not an actual investigator, and therefore has no legal grounds to be doing ANY of what he’s doing.) Get a life and get rid of the southern accent. It’s disturbing. But like also stay handsome my guy.

Cynthia: I don’t like her. I feel bad that her husband is dying and that she’s not doing well, but she was still a bitch. However, Georgia should not have gone over and been kind solely to get her to sponser her candidacy for the neighborhood club. That was low behavior, even for Georgia. Like Georgia was more justified in murder than she was going to Cynthia while she’s preparing for her slowly withering husband’s death, seemingly extending an olive branch, then abruptly pulling the rug once Cynthia expressed her skepticism, as if it wasn’t obvious that she was up to something. Regardless, Cynthia is an entitled person that deserved to be knocked down a few pegs. Obviously, I feel bad for her because she was looked at like she was insane when she literally stumbled upon Georgia’s embezzling scheme, but trespassing is illegal, so she’s still not in the right here. I understand she’s lonely and going through unimaginable pain and grief, but her kid was a bully UNTIL this happened and she was a selfish, conniving b word UNTIL this happened. Hurt people hurt people, but what was her excuse before her husband’s condition declined?

Overall, this show is a wild ride. It’s a lot more juicy than I was expecting. I honestly thought it was just gonna be about how Ginny resents her mom because she’s young and pretty, often getting mistaken for her sister or her friend. However, I was pleasantly surprised by how deep the storyline goes, and how thought-out and intentional the plot is. I really enjoy how we’re not just getting simple flashbacks that serve as filler and provides subpar context, we’re getting full-fledged Georgia lore, along with depictions of these past events haunting Georgia. She’e having PTSD flashbacks. I appreciate all the types of representation in this show. This is one of the only shows I’ve watched that has a deaf character, talks openly about mental health, (self harm, eating disorders, learning disabilities, anxiety, panic attacks, body image, PTSD, therapy) has all sorts of relationship dynamics, includes scenes about masturbation and vibrators, and addresses disparities regarding race in the education system, in the beauty industry, and so many aspects of life. (Albeit in a way that is so direct and unsubtle that it comes off cringey and stereotypical of gen-z.) Regardless, the show does a great job showing different characters’ perspectives on a situation, whether it be through the perspective of an adult, followed by a teenager, or through the lens of a black person, followed by that of a white person. It’s one of the most realistic shows I’ve ever watched, despite the bizarre drama and shenanigans that ensue. The amount of second-hand embarrassment I get from this show is more than I would like, but it’s bearable enough that it doesn’t deter me from watching at all. There is something for everyone to enjoy, but it’s definitely not a show I’d watch with anyone else, except maybe a friend.

But… One thing that I will say about the show—and this is more about a bone I have to pick with dear old Netflix rather than it being any sort of poor reflection on the quality of Ginny and Georgia’s plot—is that it is one of those shows like Outer Banks, Wednesday, Stranger Things, and countless others in the sense that it follows Netflix’s “golden rule”: cliffhangers.

(I start going on a tangent, so if you’re only here for the Ginny and Georgia review, this is unrelated and you’ve reached the end of my commentary. If you are interested in hearing about my gripes with Netflix and the future of quality visual media and how the digital age and its promotion of instant gratification affects the sanctity of watching television, keep reading!)

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good cliffhanger. Shows that involve murder or secrets especially, cliffhangers are present in almost every show in some regard. However, this has become such a problem. It’s like you can’t close the book on any major plot points, whether it be at the end of an episode, or the end of a season. Doing so could literally get the show axed. I just don’t think that’s fair. It’s what happened with Julie and the Phantoms, I’m Not Okay With This, and Everything Sucks!. While they all ended their last episodes, down to the last SCENE with cliffhangers, (although, the loose ends to Everything Sucks! are significantly less mindblowing and imperative, at least when compared to the other two. To be fair, JATP and INOWT are both shows that are centered around supernatural beings, while Everything Sucks! is a 90s drama navigating the loves and the lives of middle and high schoolers.) they all still got canceled. I refuse to believe it’s solely because of “low ratings”. People were dressing up as Julie for Halloween! There was a whole TikTok fandom for the show! Fanart, fanfiction, edits, and campaigns to renew JATP were abundant! The amount of people on twitter alone that rallied for I’m Not Okay With This was overwhelming, and the comments on Netflix’s instagram whenever they announced new seasons or renewals of other shows are enough proof that both JATP and INOWT have the traction to make the company plenty of money. I just think that forcing shows to keep doing cliffhangers after each episode or end each season with loose ends for the sole purpose of making sure people watch enough episodes (bc there was that study that said most people stop watching shows after the third episode if it doesn’t interest them) and get high enough ratings for Netflix to even consider renewing if it isn’t in the top 10 most watched during its debut week. I could go on a whole rant about this, but it doesn’t add to my Ginny and Georgia commentary so I’ll just put it down here.

Everything Sucks! Was a bit less popular, but I was in the fandom when it first came out, I had a whole tumblr dedicated to it, and surprisingly enough, there were Wattpad x reader fics for the show! To be fair, it came out in February 2018, right off the heels of Stranger Things season 2, which came out in late October of 2017. That may seem like enough time for the Stranger Things hype to die down, but you have to remember that this was when Stranger Things was the BIGGEST thing Netflix had. Nothing Netflix had previously released came close to the level that Stranger Things reached. This was pre-covid, before working from home was normalized, before every single network had a streaming service. (Or at least not a streaming service that you were willing to pay for.) How long did it take season 4 of Stranger Things to die down? It was even longer considering the gap between vol. 1 and vol. 2 of season 4 (That’s May to July. 2 months.) And I’d argue that the hype lasted until Halloween, since Eddie, Vecna, and Max were popular costumes. So from May to October, that’s 5 months. So Everything Sucks! really didn’t stand a chance, and it was too similar to Stranger Things at the time. (A show set in the later decades of the 20th century Middle schoolers in the AV club are the outcasts. Main guy of the group develops crush on girl that he never noticed before. Older teenagers begrudgingly become mentors to the middle schoolers and help them on their “quest”.)

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6eetle · 1 year ago

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Quickie thing i'm gonna blog about today teehee

it gets a little personal so if you dont wanna see allat i'll just put it under the cut

So like, this has been something that's been on my mind the past few weeks just as a floating concept in my mind. But today, my mom was looking at me try on a new coat. She asked me to come closer so she could examine it better so yk, i did, but then her attention drew to my face. She placed her hand on my cheek and when i looked at her she had a look of like?? absolute concern? Bewilderment, even! Why? Facial hair. Not enough to be considered a beard or anything but enough to be noticeable. She was all like "is that your hair?" (as in my actual head hair) and i was like..no? its like she didnt wanna believe it. No way! your DAUGHTER whos a GIRL has MAN hormones running through HER body! SHE isn't supposed to have FACIAL HAIR!

And I mean, technically I shouldn't have facial hair. I only have it because of PCOS. But then I think back to everything and the several cycles of denial, self-consciousness, confusion, and all the negative things I've thought about regarding the way that I am. The way my body works. And at some point I sorta just. Broke that cycle? I mean, it's still insanely difficult to accept sometimes when you pass as a woman to everyone on the outside but the INSTANT they see little ol me with some thick sideburns they get a worrisome look. Almost like they pity me! I've been told so many goddamn times as of recent years.. "Ness, you don't look like a woman! :(" "Ness! Here's some tips on how to shave!" My whole family looks at me like it's some horrible disease and that I just live in total absolute misery with a little extra hair lmao. I've even had a little kid come up to me and ask "do you have a beard?" and then it just felt like the whole room had eyes on me. But one thing I've noticed about it all is that I don't really care..? Heck, I even like it a little! But because of my own family always giving me weird looks for embracing something that's a normal bodily function by nature I feel insecure about it anyway. Not for myself, but for others. Because fuck dude!! maybe they're right! I don't pass as a woman! I mean I'm not a woman to myself, I identify as nonbinary with maybe a little bit of femininity in the mix, but that doesn't matter because they don't like it. because they think it's unnatural and is a problem that has to be treated.

And it's like. Idk man i'm so sick of being pitied and treated like some poor soul who doesn't know how to take care of themself. What I do with my body is my business. Why does it concern you??? Why do people always look at me and are so fucking put off by that small little feature about me? Always cherry-picking what should and shouldn't happen with my development. I didn't choose to grow the hair, I chose to keep it. And I'm going to continue to keep it because at the end of the day I've accepted it's a part of me. And it's super fucked that they only see me as some anomaly rather than a being who can, like everyone else, develop parts of them that are natural in a biological sense, but not natural to gender roles, beauty standards or whatever. Traits that are "ugly". It's super disappointing. Like yeah I'm beautiful until I start growing a beard or something i guess

This isn't necessarily a vent post I would say. In fact, I want to be positive about it! Because I really wanna emphasize the idea that no one should be in charge of the way you look, or the way you decide to love your body. Despite what's "wrong" with me, I'm totally fine, because i allow myself to be. Life is so much more peaceful when you don't got a bitch in your ear telling you things you already know!!!! Telling you to shave and look more lady-like!!! I think I'm winning tbh :3 Oh I don't look like a perfect soft-to-the-touch skin "not a hair in sight" girl? Sexcellent.

#look at my posts boy #sorry this is kinda long and all over the place #maybe someday ill figure out how to string this together better

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evcrlasting · 5 months ago

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Paige wish she could laugh at the confusion happening. Finley was already trying to make sense of the situation, mind you he had created this situation in the first place. She was only moving as she saw fit and Paige was at times a petty bitch. Though tonight she was less bitch and more petty. She just wanted to make it clear how she felt with him but he was turning it into something that it wasn't at all. Paige let out a soft sigh, "I just wanted to make it clear to you how important you are to me." Ew. Having to tell him clearly how she felt, was terrible after he was trying so hard to make it clear how casual he thought they were. It felt like putting herself on the chopping block knowing the knife was going to come down hard. It was just about principle at this point. It wasn't like they were closing things off either. "If I told you my plans you would tell me to go but we have such limited time together, so I made decisions." The decisions benefitted him, he didn't have to know about them to benefit. Paige made a note to rearrange her priorities. If she lost time with Finn because of other plans, she would have to accept it.

Were her options actually viable options? That was for her to find out and him to never know. Going on a date knowing she was partially doing it to get back at him sounded so bad. Paige was clear she would need to do a little work before actually going on one of the dates. Though there were a few attractive men that got her excited to explore. Finn wasn't the only man out there and honestly it was possible she'd find a better man than him. If he didn't want to commit to her, there was someone who might give her what he wouldn't. It wasn't marriage she was asking for. She wasn't asking to travel with Finn. She just wanted to see where their connection would take them and if it didn't, then she didn't. He agreed a little too easily for her liking but Paige took it as another sign. One that maybe he couldn't commit even more than he said. A grin crossed her face at his eye roll. Obviously he was at least a bit effected. Who wouldn't be? She was a catch and he had to realize that. Of course he focused on the sex. They had a good time but she wanted to experience more and if it wasn't with him then it had to be someone else. Paige shifted to turn into him more, her hand lightly played with his shirt. "Baby, that's my place to see." She was already disappointed, how much more could she be? "I'm gonna have fun exploring a new connection like you essentially suggested I should." He had set this game in motion and she was looking to win. Though it was unclear what the prize was. "You'll always be first if that makes you feel any better."

If there was anything Finn could relate to more in that moment, it was that very specific meme of the ‘math woman.’ He could picture himself with the potential right now: numbers and equations surrounding him while he looked vacantly off into the distance, sheer confusion engraved onto his face. He was almost sure someone would make that up sooner or later. If she didn’t have any problems with dropping other plans to spend time with him then why bring it up in the first place? Surely, it bothered her otherwise why even mention it? “You’re sure as hell acting like it now though, so what is it if not that?” Finn countered bluntly, shooting her an incredulous look. It wasn’t like he expected her to drop everything for him. If there had been an occasion Paige told him she already had plans then he would have told her to have a good time and find something else to do instead. At the same time, this new piece of shared information stirred something within him. Something Finn couldn’t put a name to, but it brought him an odd feeling of satisfaction. It was sweet, even. That she thought to do that for him. But again, he never asked her to. Never even thought to.

Part of him wondered whether this was some sort of test. Push his buttons, try and persuade him to cave and admit that maybe he did feel something for her. Even if there was part of him that did, it didn’t negate the fact he wasn’t ready to commit to a relationship. How was he supposed to juggle that whilst never being around? Surely that wouldn’t have been fair on either of them. That’s why their situation was (at least, up until now) so convenient. Yet the thought of her having other options, something he never really gave much thought to if he were being completely honest, caused his jaw to clench. Maybe it annoyed him because she was right. She did have options, he would be an idiot to think she wouldn’t. After all, he was attracted to her. She was beautiful and fun to be around, he would be an idiot to deny that she could have anyone she wanted. Well. Except for him, that was. “Fair enough,” he conceded with a half hearted shrug, walking around from the back of the chair so he could plop down in the space next to her. Her response to his question earned an eye roll from him, making him feel more like his reach of a theory that she was pushing his buttons to get a rise out of him seemed a bit closer to being true. Whether or not that was her intention though, was still unclear. “Yeah but more sex doesn’t always mean good sex though,” Finn mused, feeling that familiar pull of a smirk starting to tug at the side of his mouth. “Or so I’ve heard…” he trailed off, slinging his arm around her shoulder oh-so-casually, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I’d hate for those guys to disappoint you, that’s all I’m sayin’.” Definitely not the right time to be teasing but it was in his nature and he couldn’t help himself. If that made him an asshole, then so be it.

#BUHAHA SAME! I'm like you must love me cause you would've ditched me otherwise LMFAO #it does suck cause I've lost other good rpers cause they've just left the community #sdcs omfg but if he realized he was a dumbass would he change???#omg thank you #this is my first time writing with her and of course she's first heartbroken #c: Paige #cursivebloodlines #( Paige x Finn )#opp: Finley Lowe

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britcision · 2 years ago

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Okay so I fucking adore “Jason feels peace around Danny as the pit shuts the fuck up”

Now give me the slow burn

Just two lads trying to help but keeping it as not-weird as possible

Weekly coffee dates where Danny and Jason just… go somewhere

Read in the park

See a movie

Hang out behind a mall doing kick flips, whatever

Danny doesn’t wanna take advantage of the warm fuzzies Jason gets around him cuz they’re not personal, this is just…

A weirdly fast friendship speedrun

Someone who finally, fully gets him, and yeah, maybe just getting to be himself feels pretty fucking good to Danny too

Jason doesn’t want to impose any more than he surely already is, this is the Ghost King, taking time out of his schedule just to hang out with him so he can have some self control

He’s always and only a burden, Danny’s clearly just being cool cuz he’s the only King Jason’s met who actually fucking cares

He’d do the same for anyone

And so Jason tries to make sure they’re always doing something convenient/easy for Danny, something Danny likes to do

And Danny’s Physically Allergic to asking for anything or telling people things he wants or needs, so this requires Jason’s full detective abilities

And Tim’s but shut the fuck up no one will ever no Jason caved and asked for help

So when Jason sets up their next weekly sesh and takes Danny to the planetarium (maybe he was scared to ask first, maybe he was prepared to wimp out, it’s a surprise stfu)

And sees Danny’s whole face just light up

And they go inside, and Danny’s glowing in human form, bouncing from one place to another, gushing about everything

Jason knows he’s even gonna accept a favour from B to get the whole place to themselves for an overnight viewing

Cuz all he can feel isn’t just the soothing calm of the pit being silent, isn’t just the satisfaction of a job well done

He can feel the joy, the excitement, the radiant enthusiasm pouring off of Danny as if it were his own (and maybe something soft and small and fond that’s truly his)

And Danny

Danny’s a competitive little bitch

If we’re playing “Find Each Others’ Secret Hobbies” he’s got the god of software and his lesser subject Technus both on the line

(Technus stays Tucker’s subject instead of Danny’s until he can hack the PDA, it was a dare)

So he brings Jason out of Gotham for the first time (maybe through the zone, it’s fast travel either way) and they do Shakespeare in the Park

And Jason knows exactly what Danny’s doing (the bastard, this is supposed to be how Jason thanks him for this clearly super annoying favour) but he’s

He’s not had the chance to be soft in so long

To be the literature nerd he’s never left behind

It takes literal years for them to realize they’ve been competitively dating each other and everyone else is absolutely betting on when they will finally kiss

Danny moves in and Jason makes a joke about “well I guess we won’t need our weekly hang sesh” and Danny stares him dead in the eye, full Eldritch Horror

“Does that mean I win?”

So nah Date Night is permanent and eternal and every fucking rogue in Gotham knows to hold it sacred

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #jason todd #slow burn #dp x dc prompt #i do not have the time or patience to write a slowburn but that doesn’t mean they don’t haunt me #jason x danny #bonus points if jason gets kidnapped once before date night and thr fucking ghost king comes for him #‘oh you were expecting batman? that’s adorable tell him hi when he gets here’#danny fenton dead and loving it

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wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

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Rawhide

Ch 11: Even Secrets Have Secrets

Summary: Hydra finally play their hand…and the rat is finally revealed.

Warnings: Talks of kidnap, forced medical procedure (nothing graphic and I’m keeping this vague so as not to spoil the plot) kidnap situations, violence, bad language.

Pairing: Cowboy Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: the big reveal…let’s see how many of you saw this one coming… 😈 As always, thanks to my beta @spectre-posts

W/C: 5k

Rawhide Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Ch 10

Your mouth felt dry as you stared up at your brother, his features so like those of your father, the man you’d feared all your life.

“What, no hello?” He stepped into the room, arms folded over his chest.

"You son of a bitch.” It was the only thing you could think to say. Bryce merely scoffed.

“Is that anyway to talk about mom?” He tutted.

“You piece of shit. Why go through all this, killing people, if it was just me you wanted?”

At that, Bryce laughed. “It ain’t just you we wanted. You happened to be in the right place, right time. Or wrong place, wrong time, depending on how you look at it.”

"Then let me go. Save yourself a war, and just...."

“Ahh yes, your new alpha.” The word rolled of Bryce’s tongue with disdain. “Expecting him and the rest of those Shield assholes to come rescue you, huh?”

"He'll find me and he won't stop until he does."

Bryce popped a shoulder, “maybe…but they ain’t found this place so far, and by the time they do, it’s gonna be too late.”

You felt your body sweat as a fear filled you. "Wh... What do you mean too late?"

“Well…” Bryce moved further into the room and took a seat on the edge of the small cot you’d awoken on, “it ain’t just the Alpha genome we’ve been playing with. You see, Hydra is all about order. We like things to be uniform, as they should. Keeping Alphas at their right place, top of the chain. And the likes of you, at the bottom.”

You trembled at the nonchalance of his tone, his demeanor. Sinister at best was the only word you could come up with on how he seemed. "I don't.... Playing with?"

“Oh, come on, worm…” he grinned as he spoke that vile childhood nickname he had for you and you swallowed, “you’ve always had brains. Figure it out.”

As you stared at him, you realised you’d been right. They had taken the Omega genome, and more so, the attack on Stark Tower hadn’t simply been to get at you. They’d wanted the research.

“You’re not only gonna use the serum to make Alphas stronger…” you spoke quietly and Bryce clapped his hands together. “You’re gonna make us, Omegas weaker.”

“Bingo.”

"So if I wasn’t your main target, why use me?"

“Because I want you to know your place. The shame you brought to the family when you defied us and left, can’t let that go unpunished.” Bryce looked at you, “it makes the name Langley look weak. And, as Rumlow is gonna take the Alpha serum…what better way to ruin Rogers life even more, huh? Last thing he’s gonna know before he dies is that you’re even more of a nothing than you are now. And you’ll spend the rest of your life being Rumlow’s little play thing. Regardless of whether he can bond you or not.” At that, his eyes flicked to your infinity mark and you swallowed. “I mean, what’s more worthless than an omega who can’t actually fulfill her purpose and be bred?”

"You're sick. A vile, disgusting piece of shit." You couldn't continue as the back of your brother's hand met your cheek.

“Don’t you speak to me like that, bitch. Know your fucking place.” His hand gripped your chin painfully as the tears swam in your eyes.

"You'll never win." You whispered tearfully.

“Shows what you know,” Bryce let go of your face and your hand immediately went to your cheek, “we’ve already got the upper hand. Have for months. Our insider has seen to that. Every move Shield have made we’ve been one step ahead.”

At that you heard a movement. A familiar scent and aura filled your senses and your head snapped towards the door.

“You…” the word was nothing but a whisper as you stared at the blonde alpha in the doorway.

"Oh don't look so surprised, Y/N," Sharon snorted as she stepped forward. "Who else could it have been? Surely not Widow, although she'd have been my first choice in your position. Then again there's the usual suspect in the soldat, reformed, turned and fixed again, a broken pup with nowhere to go." Then she playfully gasped in fake shock, "or what about Peter; young, sweet Pete, nieve and maliable."

You blinked hard, the betrayal piercing you with a stab far sharper than any blade ever could.

“Langley, I suggest you don’t hit her again. The boss isn’t going to be happy if her pretty face is roughed up too much.” Sharon looked at him.

Bryce shrugged, “I take it you’ve come to tell us he’s ready.”

“Yup. Take her down to the lab. He wants to use the Omega serum on her first, make sure it’s safe. If she survives…he’s gonna take the Alpha one.”

Your heart stopped, your blood ran cold. Your flight instinct took hold, "no. No, you can't...." you backed up until you hit the wall, your hands in front of you defensively.

“Oh, I think you’ll find we can,” Bryce stood up, gripping your arm.

You resisted as best you could until two large uniformed men assisted your brother in carrying you out of the room as you went kicking and screaming. A look over your shoulder found Bryce and Sharon walking side-by-side with dark eyes and sinful smirks on their lips.

*****

“There must be something!” Steve slammed his hand down on the desk. “Anything, a clue…we’ve been tracking these fuckers for months…”

"It's come up short every time," Tony shook his head. "Which doesn't make sense."

“What do you mean, short?” Thor frowned.

"I've had FRIDAY look through every bit of Intel we've had on these guys and the only thing that comes up is there's a rat in the nest. But that very rat is unknown."

“No they’re not…” a familiar voice spoke and everyone turned to look at Fury as he walked into the conference room.

“You figured it out?” Thor looked at him as Steve felt his entire body stiffen in anticipation.

And then, Tony gave a scoff, “no he hasn’t.”

“What do you- he just said he knew.” Banner frowned and Tony arched a brow as Steve slowly turned to look at him.

“He hasn’t figured it out,” Tony’s eyes blazed, “because he’s known this whole damned time.”

“Is that true?” Steve looked at Fury who merely responded with a flick of his brow.

Steve saw burning red as he stalked toward his Commander, who stood stoically as he typically did.

“Rogers…” he held a hand up, “just listen to me…”

Steve's right fist connected with the director's chin and sent Fury to the floor. Then the Captain’s large and strong hands gripped the lapels of that black leather coat and hauled Fury up, slamming him into the wall, denting it. "You son of a bitch. The lies! The secrets! All the fucking time!"

“I know who it is because I put them there,” Fury’s voice was loud through the gritting of his teeth as Steve held him pinned into the wall. Steve's expectant glare kept focus on Fury. "Agent Carter was assigned the task of infiltrating Hydra."

Stunned silence fell across the room which was broken by Banner. “Sharon….she’s…she’s been…”

“On the inside for over a year.” Fury looked at him over Steve’s shoulder. “She’s been feeding me information about what Hydra have been planning, when they’re going to strike and where…”

“When they’re- so you let Erskine die, for what? Your own agenda?" Banner growled.

“No, of course not.” Fury shook his head, “and if Rogers let’s me go, I can explain.”

Steve’s grip remained tight, the anger and betrayal coursing through his veins and a large hand settled on his shoulder.

“Captain…” Thor spoke softly.

A harsh breath slipped from Steve's nose and he slammed Fury again into the dry wall before letting him go with a vile glare.

Fury dusted himself down as Steve turned away, running his hand through his hair.

“Start talking, Nick.” Tony looked at Fury.

“After the last war, Shield was almost destroyed. You all know as well as I do we suffered heavy losses. We were outmanned form the start, out gunned…but we won.” Fury shook his head. “I don’t know how, but we did. When the dust settled, I swore that going forward we needed to be smarter, faster…and should Hydra ever start their movement again we would need a different way to get them on the back foot.”

Tony glanced at Banner who was stood stock still. Thor was perched on the desk, arms folded as Steve was pacing the floor, his impatience evident.

“When I got word that they were moving again, mounting campaigns for support…I had to act. So me, Hill and Coulson decided the best way was for stick someone on the inside. And who better than a Carter.”

At that, Steve stopped pacing and a growl flew from his throat, “you used Peggy’s death to convince her own cousin to do this?”

“Not exactly, but Sharon wanted revenge. She was keen, and one of my newest agents. Hydra wouldn’t have bought it if I’d shoved Widow or Hawkeye or Hill in there. And, if I do say so myself, we made the right call. They did buy it. Took a few months and we had to, compromise morally in a few areas so they would but…the ends justified the means.”

“The DC bombing…” Tony groaned, “you knew that was gonna happen and you let it.”

Fury simply looked at him, as Steve turned away, shaking his head, a derisive snort flying from his flared nostrils.

“And Erskine?” Bruce asked, his eyes locked onto Fury’s.

“During the raid on the lab, Sharon was tasked by Rumlow with taking him out. But he’s alive and well. Hidden. We staged the whole thing.”

“But you let them take the serum!” Banner pinched the bridge of his nose, “after everything-“

Fury shook his head. “I told you, we shut that programme down. And I was telling the truth. All Hydra took were synthetic fakes. They’ll stand up to examination but… they’ll do shit. All the research they took, we doctored it, well most of it anyway, had to leave some of the original in there to make it believable.”

“Well this is all very well and good but there’s one thing I don’t understand,” Tony looked at Fury, “why are we still here? I mean you’ve had Sharon on the inside, so I assume you know where their base of ops is- “

At that Steve stiffened, Tony was right. “What’s- we have to go…”

“Already on it.” Fury shook his head, “the moment Y/N was taken I’ve had a team working on extraction. If I’d have simply told you where it was, you’d have gone in there all guns blazing and gotten her and yourselves killed. Coulson and Hill are on it.”

“We wouldn’t need an extraction if you’d have told us all this.” Steve spat, “I would never have left her alone…”

“He didn’t know.” Thor then spoke softly as he studied Fury, “you didn’t know they were going to hit when they did, did you?”

Fury shook his head, “no. Sharon didn’t find out until five minutes before it happened. She had just enough time to make sure she was in the room with Y/N and Miss Potts. As soon as she found out their play, she knew they’d be targeting Y/N too and-“

“How?” Steve frowned, “they didn’t even know Y/N was…” he trailed off as Fury fixed him with a glare and he felt his chest tighten. “Oh my god…she told them. Sharon told them she was here! Didn’t she?!”

"If she hadn't, her cover would have been blown and a year's worth of work would be destroyed. It was the only way." Fury deadpanned. "You know as well as I, Captain, that sometimes sacrifices for the good of a mission are necessary."

At that, Steve lunged towards Fury again, Thor quick to jump up. As the large, blonde alpha struggled to hold Steve back, he glanced at Tony.

“A little help, Stark…”

“Let him go, kick the shit out of him.” Tony waved his hand, “no more than he deserves.”

But as Thor struggled with his Captain, it was Banner who side stepped around the duo and clocked Fury this time. A rage burned in the Omega's eyes as he stood over his commanding officer. "That's for my work, Steve can kill you for y/n."

“Way to go, Brucey…” Tony grinned.

The shock of the mild mannered Doctor punching the head of Shield made Steve stop, his eyes still blazing with anger.

“Where is the base?” He demanded.

“Rogers…”

“I swear to god… you better tell me right now.”

Fury looked at him, then shook his head as he got to his feet, “you won’t beat the extraction team.”

“I don’t care.” Steve snarled, “I wanna go get Y/N.”

“I hate to say this, Captain, but Fury is right.” Thor spoke gently, “if we go in like we are, we risk causing more danger to her and Sharon…”

“They’ll be taking her to a secure location, a secret bunker, well hidden off even Shield’s radar.” Fury looked at Steve, “we can meet them there, and call the rest of the team back.”

"Then do it. I want wheels up in five minutes and it's not up for negotiation."

Fury nodded and swept from the room. Steve watched him go before he sank into one of the chairs at the table, his head in his hands. He felt helpless, distraught, betrayed and most of all scared. Scared that something was going to happen to you, despite the fact Sharon was there with you. He needed the base location, he’d go in single handed if he had to, he-

“Steve…” a voice who had remained quiet all through the exchange spoke jerking him from his thoughts. He looked up, Pepper’s face in his vision swimming through his tears. “Y/N is okay…”

“How do you know that?” He shot back, “you can’t possibly.”

“Yes she can.” Thor spoke. “If anything had happened you’d have felt it. You already know what a Pure Bond feels like when it is broken. I can guarantee a Soul Bond breaking will feel ten times worse. Whilst you can’t feel anything, then…she’s alive.”

His flooded blue orbs matched Thor’s and when he nodded in assurance, the pained Alpha blinked. Two large tears fell to the floor with a splash and he sniffed.

"Captain Rogers..." FRIDAY spoke. "The Quinjet is secure and ready, sir."

"Time to go," Steve stated wetly.

Without another word, he rose and headed to exit the room. He paused in the doorway, and then with a loud, angry growl, he pulled his right fist back and smashed it straight through the ceiling to floor glass pane to the side of the frame.

******

Despite your best attempts, you were no match physically for your captors and you were strapped, kicking and screaming into a chair in the middle of the lab.

You looked around, fearfully, at the three men in white coats and masks who were bustling around, prepping syringes and IVs, and your attention then turned to Bryce and Sharon, who stood by a desk at the side of the room, deep in conversation.

Behind your line of vision, a door opened and closed, causing everyone in the room to stand at attention. And then you heard his voice.

“Omega, you haven’t changed a bit.”

You felt your teeth grit as Rumlow stepped into the middle of the room and your eyesight. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, don’t worry…plenty of time for that.” He chuckled as he stopped in front of you, his eyes taking over your body. He then bent down, and you turned your face away. He ran his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent and you felt the bile rise in your stomach.

“You reek of that Shield scum.” He pulled back, his eyes fixed on your bonding mark.

“I told you,” Sharon spoke, “an Infinity Mark. They have a Soul Bond. Even if you kill Rogers, that ain’t going away.”

Rumblow's thumb traced the mark and you flinched.

"No matter." He snided. “I don’t need to bond her, I’m not interested in breeding with the bitch, just using her.”

You said nothing, merely watched as his face hovered inches from yours.

"It the serum ready?" He wondered, eyes not leaving yours. You could feel the excitement emanating from him, his entire scent was laced with anticipation and the strength of it was making you sick.

“Yes, boss.” One of the scientists spoke, “the tests all stand up.”

Rumlow smirked, "time to fix you and put you where you belong, y/n."

He didn't even blink as you spit right in his face. Instead, his smirk merely widened as he wiped at your saliva as it dropped down his face. Then, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and sucked. “I wonder if all of you tastes this good.”

“You know, no matter what happens to me…if this serum works or kills me, Steve’s gonna find you, and then-“

“Oh, enough fucking around,” Bryce sighed, cutting you off, “she’s boring me now. Get on with it already, we have shit to do.”

"Gimme the needle," Rumlow demanded. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

“Sir…” one of the scientists spoke, “I would highly recommend that you let one of us-“

At that Rumlow spun round and gripped the man by his neck. “I said, give me the needle.”

The man's partner grabbed the needle from the tray and handed it over to Rumlow without comment or query.

Rumlow dropped the scientist from his grip and turned back to you.

“Into the neck, Sir…”

"I know just the spot."

You trembled with fear and disgust, straining against your restraints as you screamed and struggled. Rumlow's left hand gripped your neck, painfully, shutting off your airway and you felt the sharp, pierce of the needle stab you straight in the middle of your bond.

You cried out, a scream curdling enough for the faint of heart. It burned, it hurt.

Rumlow stepped back, as you gasped for air, and felt your body tense, waiting for the rest of the reaction. You didn’t know what was going to happen, but as the pain in your neck subsided…there was nothing.

Whatever it was they’d stuck you with had done nothing. Nothing at all. But they didn’t know that.

And in that moment, that was all you had. A sliver of defiance.

Your eyes flicked around the room, and you saw Sharon. As you opened your mouth to quip some smart ass remark about them being stupid and useless, she gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.

Your heart skipped a beat. What the hell was happening?

“What’s…why hasn’t it worked?” You turned towards your brother as he spoke, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah, what’s going on?” Rumlow demanded.

As mutters spread across the lab, despite your confusion, you knew that they were expecting something. And if you didn’t give it to them, god knows what they were going to do.

So you faked it.

Suddenly, you let your head fall back as you screamed, thrashed, gripped the arms of the chair. You rolled your eyes back, jerked and twisted. And after ten or so seconds you sagged forward, your chin resting on your chest.

In your moment of fake exhaustion, Rumlow instructed for you to be released. The straps gave way and you let your body fall limply forward to the floor.

“Omega, stand.”

The alpha command was strong, but for some reason, you found it almost easy to ignore. Your training with Natasha paying off. Nevertheless, you rose to your feet, tears in your eyes.

“Please…” you gasped.

“Come here.”

You stumbled towards him, taking care to make it look like you had no choice, which when all was said and done, you didn’t really.

You stopped in front of him, your entire body trembling as he bent, scenting you once more.

“Still smells of him.”

“I told you…”

“Yeah yeah,” he waved Sharon away before he grinned, “doesn’t matter. It’s all irrelevant now anyway.” His hand gripped your chin, his fingers bruisingly tight, “do not fight this, Omega…”

His lips crashed to yours. You gave a whimper, tears flushing down your cheeks as you fought everything you had in you that was telling you to struggle. You remained passive, as his tongue invaded your mouth, soft cries of protest escaping you.

Eventually, he let you go, nosing at your neck again as he gave a little growl of arousal.

“See, the bond means shit, you’re powerless now to do anything but obey.” He whispered and you turned your head away, your chin dropping in submission as your tears fell to the floor. “And much as I would love to take you somewhere and really test that out, I have more pressing things to deal with first…” he stepped back, and turned to the rest of the bystanders. “Take her back to her cell, and prep the Alpha serum.” Rumlow instructed, his smugness at the seeming success of his experiment was clear in his face, voice and aura.

You stumbled again as you were hauled back the way you had been led. You were tossed, unceremoniously onto the cot, and the door shut.

You waited, making sure they were clear, and you had just raised your hand to touch your bond, to communicate with Steve, when you heard a loud explosion from somewhere outside.

*****

Coulson readied his team as the smoke started to clear, "boots ready for extraction."

“Comms on six!” Hill instructed as their troops descended the ramp, “you know the drill, go!”

The gun fire started immediately, but Shield had the upper hand thanks to the element of surprise. As Coulson led his team to their position, Hill headed with hers in the opposite direction, and thirty seconds later they had breached the compound.

Hill glanced at her watch, “be ready…” she spoke and no sooner had she done so, the power shut off, leaving the entire place in darkness.

As the night vision goggles the team were prepped with kicked into play, they swept deeper into the base, yells and the sounds of guns and grenades, smoke bombs and fists connecting filled the air.

From your cell, you had no idea what was going on, bar there was clearly some fighting occurring and your heart surged.

Again, you raised your hand to your neck but you were once more interrupted. Your door flung open and Sharon held out her hand, “time to go.”

“No.”

“Y/N, come on. We don’t have time…”

"I…what’s going on? I don’t-“

“Look, I need to get you out before Rumlow gets here!”

You hesitated, as your eyes quickly jumped from her hand to her face.

“Please, Magpie…”

The use of your nickname caused your brain to fire, bringing you to your senses and you grabbed her hand and she flung you and herself into the hall.

It was pitch black, you were barely able to make out where you were putting your feet but you clung to Sharon’s hand as she led you through the winding corridors. As you rounded the corner, you heard someone yell and Sharon spun, tugging you behind her. She fired off her pistol, the flash illuminating one of the guards behind you and he fell to the floor.

She spun again, pulling you with her and soon you entered a large room which looked like some form of office.

“This way,” she continued to lead you and you headed through god know how many doors and archways before she stopped and spun sharply to her right, gun held up.

“It’s okay, it’s me.”

A torch flashed on and you blinked. You could just make out the face of a dark haired, pretty woman, her aura and smell telling you she was an alpha.

“Hill…” Sharon nodded.

“Coulson’s team have the exit covered.” The woman called Hill stated and then she turned to you. “You ready?”

You nodded frantically and a whispered yes came from your lips.

Sharon turned to you, both hands on your shoulders. “You run, okay…keep going to the jet. Don’t stop no matter what. You hear me? That’s an order.”

A door in front of you flung open, and you blinked at the harsh light of the setting sun before you set off at a sprint. You kept going, heading towards the jet, Sharon and Hill flanking you, firing off their guns as they went.

More and more people joined you, all dressed in identical black tac-ops outfits. The blood pounded in your ears, your breathing deep as you drew on all your physical training to keep going. Eventually, your feet hit the metal ramp of the waiting jet and you tripped up it, two hands grabbing yours as they hauled you in.

“Go!” A loud male voice instructed, and the jet started to rise.

You sat up, watching as the Hydra base began to grow smaller and smaller, before the ramp closed shutting it from view. You let out a sob as the thrusters fired, powering the jet forward.

“Y/N?” A kind voice spoke and you wiped your face, turning to look at the man who it belonged to. “I’m Agent Phil Coulson with Shield. You’re safe now, okay? We’re taking you back to HQ.”

“Where…where’s Steve?”

"I'm told he’ll be at HQ waiting for you. He was only just briefed on your rescue by director Fury."

You gave a little nod and then took the outstretched hand as you were helped to your feet. You turned to look at Sharon, who was slumped against the wall of the jet, her hand pressed to her arm, blood seeping through her fingers.

“Flesh wound.” She shook her head, “EMT will patch me up.”

"Can I get a med-pak for Agent Carter?” Hill called out.

“I don’t…I don’t understand…you…”

“I’ve been undercover for a year. I never meant for this…I’m sorry,” she sighed as an agent approached with a small green box.

Your mind was swimming. You glanced around, trying to make sense of what the fuck had just happened.

“What did they inject me with?” You managed to ask, accepting a bottle of water which was offered to you.

"That's not my department, but what I do know is it was fake." Sharon winced a moment as her wound was cleaned.

“It was a synthetic form of the genome,” Coulson stepped forward, answering you as you slumped into a seat, “mixed with a small dose of glycolic and hydrochloride acid.”

“It burned…”

“Yeah, it needed to replicate some form of reaction.” Coulson gave you an apologetic smile before he then nodded to the cockpit. “Do you want to speak to Cap?”

“I don’t need the radio…” you shivered, as you raised a shaking hand and pressed it to your mark.

*****

“Steve…”

The Captain spun and watched as his best friend walked into the control room. The two embraced quickly and Bucky stepped back.

“Any news?”

“Not yet,” Steve spat, kicking out at a chair and sending it crashing to the floor. One of the Agents who was sat at a computer turned, before he spun back quickly as Bucky shot him a look.

“This is gonna be fine.”

“You don’t know that, Buck. No one does…and it’s driving me insane being here and not…” Steve trailed off, a choked sob brewing in his chest as his back pressed against the wall of the room. “I swear to god if anything happens to her I will kill fury…”

Bucky stayed silent for a moment as Steve slumped to the floor, hands resting on his knees.

“Steve, I…I want to apologise,” Bucky swallowed as he sat next to him, his hand running through his hair.

"For what?"

“I haven’t been…as nice to Y/N or as supportive to you as I could have been. I thought…” he trailed off as Steve looked at him.

“Thought what?”

“The info that Hydra had…I still get blank periods, times when I just black out and…” Bucky shook his head.

“You were worried it was you giving them info.” Steve finished for him, a pang of sympathy lancing across his chest, “oh, Buck…”

“I thought if I distanced myself, then it would help.”

“Yeah well, it wasn’t you. You’re just another person in all of this that Fury has fucked over.”

"If it's any consolation, I know she's going to be alright, Steve. She's your mate, anyone willing to bond with you has to be strong as hell."

“Punk…”

Bucky chuckled lightly as he gently pressed a hand to his best friend's shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze in assurance until Steve jolted from him.

“Steve…”

Steve held his hand up, before he shakingly pressed his other to his neck.

Doll?

I'm okay.

Oh…thank god…baby I’ve been so worried. I’m so sorry this happened I…

It’s not your fault…

No, I should have protected you…

Hush… save it, please. I’m okay, I’m fine.

With tears in his eyes, Steve turned to Bucky, “she’s okay, they got her out…”

Bucky nodded. He turned to the agent next to him at a set of computers. "ETA on Coulson?"

"5 clicks, Sergent Barnes."

“Not long, Steve…” he gripped his shoulder.

It might not have been long, but for Steve it felt like an eternity. He constantly kept pressing his neck, just to hear your voice. Eventually, they got word the jet was arriving and Steve hurried outside to the landing bay, watching as the it lowered down through the trees which hid the large base from view.

You hadn't even waited for the platform to meet the tarmac fully before you were taking off from the metal grating. At a sprint, Steve met you.

You flung yourself into his strong arms as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. One arm supported you as the other cradled your head against his neck, fingers cupping the back of your head.

The relief at being reunited with your alpha, your soulmate cascaded over you like warm sunshine as he held you close, you sobbing into his skin.

“Oh baby,” he stuttered, “I’m so sorry, if I’d have known what was going on…”

"I'm okay, we're okay." You cried.

A throat being cleared behind Steve brought the two of you from your moment. "If we could carry on with this reunion inside, we'd all be more appreciative." Fury's voice made you shake.

Steve snarled as he set you on your feet and glared at the man behind you. “Fuck off.”

"Steve...." Tony interjected.

“I’m not interested,” Steve spat, “he is the reason she was taken, his lies and secrets. I got nothing to say. As of now, I don’t want anything to do with Shield, or him, I’m done. No more.”

"Steve....." you whispered, "this isn't over."

“I didn’t say that,” he looked at you, his voice slightly softer, “I know it’s far from over. But how can we follow someone who we can’t even trust?” He turned to Fury, pointing at him with the arm that wasn’t firmly wrapped round you. “You know, I knew Shield could be morally grey but this…this is something else. Maybe Hydra isn’t the only division that needs bringing to its knees.”

“What are you suggesting?” Fury asked.

“I’m suggesting that nothing will change until we do.” Steve shook his head. “As long as Shield exists, so will Hydra.”

“Okay, I think maybe you’re…”

“No, he’s right.” Clint stepped forward, “we won the war last time but, well, just look around.”

“ We’re still divided, red states and blue,” Natasha added, “whilst there’s that divide, this is always going to be a threat.”

“Are you suggesting a collaboration?” Hill arched her brow.

“No, I’m suggesting the opposite.” Steve spoke, “Shield, Hydra…it all goes.”

The room fell silent as everyone contemplated his words. He was right, and most people in there would have admitted it had they been honest. But even if they didn’t agree, you knew it wouldn’t matter to Steve. There would be no convincing him otherwise. There never was.

Bucky looked at the two of you and his eyes met Steve’s. He’s best friend raised his chin defiantly, and Bucky gave him a small nod.

“To the end of the line.”

Steve then turned around, each person in the room answering in their own way before he reached Tony.

“Well, my tower’s trashed so…what the hell, a fight to the death gets me out of choosing wall paper for the remodel…” He picked a piece of lint off his sleeve. “This time we bury them for good.”

All eyes then flicked to Fury who took a deep breath, and looked to Hill and then Coulson. When he found no opposition to Steve’s proposal, he turned to the Captain and held his hands up.

“Looks like you’re calling the shots now.”

Steve stood tall, drawing his shoulders back as he took a deep breath. To win the war on Hydra this time, he had to cut off the head and make damned sure two more didn’t grow in its place.

And he knew that the end of Hydra would come from the death of one man and one man alone.

“What’s our play, Cap?” Sam asked.

“I’m gonna kill Rumlow,” his voice was level but laced with a definitive tone that left no room for argument, “and end this once and for all.”

#rawhide #alpha steve rogers x you #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha Steve Rogers #alpha beta omega #cowboy steve rogers #cowboy steve rogers x you #cowboy steve rogers x reader #avengers au #chris evans characters

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moonshineboyz · 3 years ago

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Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

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k-popanimeotomeandyanderes · 3 years ago

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Yandere Dr2 Reactions to You Accepting Their Affection (after they kidnapped you)

In random order. Some of these characters I really can’t see being yanderes and/or don’t know them very well, so some may be ooc or just low quality (be warned).

Spoilers: I use something revealed in chapter 5 or 6 (I forgot which, sorry)

Tw? Cw? (What’s the difference again?): degrading, mention of drugging the reader

~Nagito Komaeda~

He would be surprised. Why would you return the affection of trash like him? Don’t you hate him? Why are you doing this? Even so, he would love it. Finally, his darling was showing him love. No matter how much he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, it doesn’t change how much he loves you. How much he carves for your love.

“What are you doing? No, no, don’t stop. I like it, it just startled me.”

~Chiaki Nanami~

She wouldn’t act like anything was weird about it. You’re together, aren’t you? Of course you’re showing her affection. What’s so weird about it. It does feel nice though. Finally, you’re done with your playing hard to get phase. It was all worth the wait.

“You should do this more often, player 2.”

~Hiyoko Saionji~

She would take this as an opportunity to put you in your place. Sure, she loves you and what’s your affection, but you have to deal with the tough love. Otherwise, how can she tell you really love her if something as simple as nasty words can make you flinch away?

“Oh it’s almost cute how desperate for my love you are…almost. It’s kind of pathetic too. I bet if I let go right now, you’d probably cry like the weak little bitch you are.”

~Gundham Tanaka~

He would be flustered. He didn’t expect this. He thought you were still too shy to do anything like that. Of course you loved him, but you were too embarrassed to show it. He understood that, but now you’re returning his love, he’s a blushing mess.

“Y-you’re counterattacking the supreme overlord of ice? Well done, mortal, I knew you would eventually.”

~Peko Pekoyama~

She would act normal, but inside she’s a mixture of fangirling and scheming. On one hand, you’re absolutely adorable like this. One the other, it means you’re starting to love her, now she can finally advance her plot.

“Oh this? I suppose it’s nice, but it’s just what you’re meant to do as my significant other. It’s not something you need to be praised for.”

Bonus

“Oh my god, young master! They hugged me! They finally hugged me! Does this mean they love me?”

“Yes, Peko, of course they love you, you’re dating.”

~Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu~

At first, he would be pleased, but then he’d remember all the previous times. Why were you only doing this now? Was it a scheme? Of course it was. It had to be. What an ungrateful bitch.

“Why didn’t you do this before? What’s so special about now?! What the fuck are you planning?! You’re going to leave me, aren’t you, bitch?”

Bonus

“Peko, I can’t fucking believe them! They can’t really think I’m that gullible, can they? That bastard! I know what they’re doing, I know their plans-“

“Young master, they might really love you. Shouldn’t you trust them? Maybe you can apologize.”

“If you think they’re telling the truth…then yeah, I’ll go apologize.”

~Mahiru Koizumi~

She would be relieved, but in a slightly sinister way. Of course, it was amazing having your affection for the first time, but she couldn’t let you win that easily.

“Jeez took you long enough. I thought I was going to have to be more…forceful.”

~Kazuichi So(u)da~

He would be overjoyed. His beloved darling was finally showing him love, how could he not he? After all, this is everything he yearned for. Now that he finally has it, he’ll do anything and everything to keep it.

“No, I won’t let you go. Let’s just stay like this a little longer.”

~Teruteru Hanamura~

He loves it. Of course he does, this little nasty boy is all about your affection…and other…less wholesome things. He’ll probably ruin the moment.

“You know…we could be doing…other things ;). I have been looking forward to tonight’s main dish- wait no no don’t stop! I’m sorry, I’ll stop with the flirting…or I suppose I could just drug you…”

~Sonia Nevermind~

She would expect it. Although she would never admit it, she’s quite used to being loved. She has gotten used to it, not to mention Kazuichi’s obsession with here…She likes it, she does love you after all, but it’s nothing really remarkable.

“Hmm something’s different today, what is it? Oh I suppose you are a bit more affectionate than usual, could that be it?”

~Mikan Tsumiki~

She would be surprised. This was very unexpected. Maybe she was being too harsh and now you thought you had to fake affection to make her happy?

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I love you no matter what, so don’t feel obligated.”

~Ibuki Mioda~

She would be excited. Ibuki’s darling was giving her affection? How could she not be? This is what she always wanted, she even went as far as to kidnap you for it! So, she’ll squeeze you even tighter.

“No, Ibuki’s not gonna let you go~ not now, not ever!”

~Nekomaru Nidai~

He would be relieved. Finally all that training and all those punishments were working. He knew you would be his obedient darling eventually, but you’re doing it even sooner than he thought. You really never cease to amaze him.

“It looks like your training has been working, good. I’m proud of you.”

~Hajime Hinata~

He would be surprised. He wasn’t expecting this. Sure, he dreamed of it and desired it, but he didn’t think you’d start to Stockholm syndrome this early.

“Oh…this is nice.”

~Akane Owari~

She would not know what to do. She really only focused on eliminating her love rivals and getting you here. She didn’t think about what might happen afterwards.

“What? Uhh I should just continue to give you affection, right?”

~Ultimate Imposter/Twogami~

He would hide his true feelings about it. Sure, he actually liked it, but he was acting like Byakuya, who is a little rude. So, he would try to act like that.

“…Took you long enough.”

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.

It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?

Here’s a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it 🥰

"Are you all comfortable?"

The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.

"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.

I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.

"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.

He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."

A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.

Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.

"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.

I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.

Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.

She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.

Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush – the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.

I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.

Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.

"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."

"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"

She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.

"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."

I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."

"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."

I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.

"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.

She shook her head. "Nope. You?"

"Never."

"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anything–!"

"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."

She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.

"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.

"I– er– sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?

Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.

"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"

She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Maybe if we–"

But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.

"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"

I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me – that was not five minutes.

"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.

Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.

—

Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.

She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.

This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?

It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.

For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.

"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.

She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"

I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."

She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"

She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."

Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."

Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.

"Thanks," I got out quickly. "I– yeah."

Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.

Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.

"Wanda, head's up!"

"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.

Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.

"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.

"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.

Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.

"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.

Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."

"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"

He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.

"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.

"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.

"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.

"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.

Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."

Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."

Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."

I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.

"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."

She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.

—

Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.

I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.

Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"

"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."

At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.

"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"

He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.

Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."

Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.

"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."

I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.

"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"

Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."

The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.

Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.

"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.

"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.

Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."

Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."

I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."

Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.

She accepted the bag reluctantly. "I– thanks. At least let me pay for it–"

"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."

Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.

"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.

"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."

He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.

—

I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?

I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.

I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.

The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly – give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting – but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space – I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.

Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.

"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.

She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."

I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."

Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.

"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."

I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"

She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."

I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.

"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.

I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.

"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.

Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.

Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.

When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.

I knew I'd fallen for her.

—

"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."

Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."

I frowned. "I know."

As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."

I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.

He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.

My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.

She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit – black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.

Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.

"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.

He was definitely right.

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Say You’re Sorry

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a petty argument, Reader and Spencer spend weeks trying to get each other to say they’re sorry first Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light choking) Word Count: 4.3k

Full Request: “...a smut about Like reader and spencer fight for something stupid, because both of them think are right, And maybe the fbi it has the annual gala of something and reader wears a *SUIT* with just a nice bra under the jacket, and spencer lost his mind.” —Anonymous

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NOTE: This one was so much fun to write! All of these requests have been, of course, but I just loved getting to write Spencer and Reader’s petty tactics and dialogue here 😂❤

***

It was stupid and they both knew it. Everyone in the office knew it, too.

But when two people who were always priding themselves on being right have been dating for years, stupid little arguments like that were bound to happen.

This time, though, Spencer and Y/N seemed to have taken it a little too far. For weeks now they haven't spoken unless it was bickering, and when it wasn't bickering, it was demanding the other person to admit they were sorry.

And now it was just a game.

The first round started when Y/N gave Spencer a cup of coffee as a gesture, a sign of good faith. She hadn't explicitly said sorry, though Spencer was willing to accept it as an apology anyway. The round ended, though, when he took a drink to find it completely bitter, not a grain of sugar to be found. She laughed, the sound somehow even more bitter than the coffee she'd given him, and left him with a prompt, "Gotcha."

Round two was a bit more evil, Spencer retaliating by changing all the settings in her car so that when she got in, everything would be the exact opposite of how she preferred it. She was always particular about how she had the air, the seats, the mirrors, and everything else set up in her car, and the day she got in it after work almost had her in tears of anger. First of all, her seat was set all the way back, which she found strange, but then after adjusting it she turned the car on, and the radio blasted intense techno music, which she always found annoying. She turned it all the way down after almost having a heart attack, suddenly very angry and confused, only to then notice that all the mirrors were adjusted as well.

But the tip of the iceberg was when she looked at the speedometer and noticed she was almost entirely out of gas. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get her home.

"What the actual fuck?" she yelled, only to jump again when Spencer knocked on her window.

"Looks like you're gonna have to take the train home with me."

It really was her only option, and she hated it. And he was so hopeful that it would get to her admit that she was sorry, that when they got to his apartment he would be able to convince her to come to bed with him and sleep it all off.

Turns out, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't talk to him the whole way there, and when they did manage to make it up to his apartment, Y/N locked him out of his bedroom and slept in his bed alone. No matter how many times he tried to convince her to let him in, she yelled back, "Say you're sorry, and we'll see if you deserve to sleep with me!"

But he wasn't going to give up that easily. So he gave up trying to reason with her, and stayed on the couch.

When he woke up, he was drenched in freezing cold water, cursing as Y/N stood over him with a smirk. "Mess with my car again, and it'll be something worse, Reid."

She never used his last name. She was doing it to taunt him, and it only made him angrier.

She left that morning, calling Emily for a ride and hoping she'd taught Spencer a lesson.

Unfortunately, no lessons had been learned. A few days later, he 'accidentally' bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her white blouse, and said 'oops,' in the least apologetic way ever.

Y/N scowled as she dabbed up the liquid, not even paying attention to him as she ranted about how pissed off she was and how childish her boyfriend was being.

"If you'd just man up and say you're sorry already, maybe I won't have to be such a bitch, but you're really getting on my fucking nerves..."

He was suspiciously quiet. So she looked up to catch him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she'd seen many a time. In fact, it had to be one of her favorite looks.

He was staring directly at her chest, where she'd unbuttoned a few buttons to get at more of the coffee that splashed on her shirt.

It was only a few seconds, and Spencer seemed to snap out of it rather quickly, giving her a wink before walking away completely.

She glared at him as he disappeared into another room, but in the back of her mind, a plan was already forming.

***

The Bureau was hosting a mandatory gala for a few agents who were retiring, and with the event coming up, Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to get Spencer's attention and maybe, just maybe, get him to finally apologize.

But that was all unbeknownst to him.

He knew she was going to show up on her own, because neither of them had stepped up to the plate to apologize, and truth be told, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It had been about a week since he'd spilled his coffee all over her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not that he never thought about her at all—she was his girlfriend, of course he thought about her—but after going weeks without getting to kiss her, touch her, or even just be around her when they weren't playing stupid, petty games with each other, Spencer was starting to think maybe they should just talk it out.

So that's what he decided. The gala would be a perfect opportunity to make a grand romantic gesture and admit that he missed her, that they were both being childish and he wanted to work it out.

All of that completely went out the window, though, the second she walked through the door.

The drink in his hand almost dropped to the floor. The only thing that even kept him standing upright was Derek's hold on him when he stumbled. And as if he didn't already know he was in trouble, Spencer heard his friend whistle lowly beside him.

"Kid, I think you better apologize, or I have a feeling you're gonna regret it..."

"No kidding," was all he responded with, his eyes still glued to his girlfriend from across the room.

She was wearing a pair of maroon suit pants and a matching jacket that held together at the middle by one button, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, exposing more of her neck and chest as small pieces of hair framed the sides of her face. From far away he noticed her wearing some long silver earrings and a matching necklace that landed right above where curve of her breasts met her neck. She walked—no, glided—across the floor with heels that accented her every step with power.

She caught his eye, and though she was the most stunning, captivating woman he'd ever seen, the pure smugness that lit up her pretty features as she walked towards him made Spencer want to win. No romantic gestures, no giving in and talking it out... He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

It was a pretty hard task, though, considering the second she got closer and he searched her eyes, he almost crumbled beneath the sheer power they exuded. They gleamed at him as if to say, "You lose."

Everything was made even worse when she smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't been playing childish pranks on each other all week. She leaned in and held onto his arms, giving him a sweet kiss on the jawline.

"Hi, babe," she chirped happily, and before she pulled away, she added into his ear with a whisper, "By the end of the night you're gonna be real sorry for last week..." It was low and seductive and pure evil. Spencer would have stumbled again had she not been holding onto his arm.

He wanted to think that Y/N surely wouldn't resort to using her seduction to get him to apologize, but that would be a flat-out lie. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't let it.

He cleared his throat and led Y/N to the table they were staying at, trying his hardest to ignore the low burn that settled in his stomach.

But once again, that proved incredibly hard when she was sitting next to him all night, talking confidently with other agents and occasionally slipping her hand along his inner thigh to tease him. When no one was looking, she'd move it higher, lightly drawing circles along the inseam of his pants. And when he gripped her wrist under the table, leaning in to say lowly in her ear, "You better quit," she responded with a turn of the head and a kiss on the cheek, whispering right back, "Not until you say you're sorry."

She pulled back and they smiled at each other sweetly, right before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

What she wasn't counting on was him following after her, catching her arm and pulling her into an empty storage closet before anyone could see. It all caught her completely by surprise, but even as the light switched on and she saw Spencer standing in front of her, a look of pure frustrated grief flashing across his features, she settled into another smug smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, babe?"

His eyes raked her up and down, and it was obvious how hungry he was for her. His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, and she let him. They settled on slipping under her suit jacket and practically burning handprints into the bare skin of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, running his hands farther up her stomach and just below the bra. He could see his fingers peeking up through the jacket, and it made him absolutely feral. "You're a fucking tease, that's what's wrong."

Y/N cooed like she would at a crying baby. "Aw, and who's fault is that, hmm?"

"I'm not gonna say it." His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and still she was unwavering.

"I'm not gonna say it either."

"Well... Maybe I'll just have to fuck it out of you, then."

She would have been lying if she said she hadn't lost a little self control upon hearing those words come from his mouth. Which is why she challenged him yet again, silently hoping that he'd make true on his promise.

"I'd like to see you try..."

They stared at each other then, and for a moment Y/N thought he would actually do it. Her body shivered with excitement, especially when he pushed her into the door and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her neck and down her collarbone, and eventually, he found his way back to her neck.

Right when his hands moved to her back to unclasp her bra, he suddenly removed them altogether, and placed them on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the door.

And with five simple words hummed lowly into her ear, he'd managed to win this round.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spencer opened the door and pushed past her, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

***

The night was nearly over, and she still hadn't managed to break him. And after the stunt he pulled in the storage closet, she was getting just as frustrated as he was. Since then, he'd practically dangled himself in front of her all night, making a point to play with his hands (which he knew she went crazy for), doing the same with his mouth (which she also had praised multiple times over), and occasionally resting his hand on her lower back, or on the inside of her thigh under the table.

And now, he had her cornered near the back of the room after she'd excused herself to collect her bearings.

But she wasn't having it.

Before he could say or do anything, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her, sneering in his face. "Back off, baby, or I swear to God..."

She wasn't really sure what she was going to say, because no words could properly accentuate her frustration. All she could do was give vague threats and hope Spencer stepped up to the plate.

Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"What? What are you gonna do?" he laughed, looking at her hungrily.

At this point they were just needlessly teasing themselves, and they both knew it. But the game had gone on for so long that one of them had to break eventually, right?

She couldn't answer him... There was absolutely nothing in her brain except for images of them, screwing each other to the ends of the earth. So, she looked back at him, silently hoping that he would just forget about the apologies and do something about the tension that had been building up for weeks now.

And truthfully, she thought he would have. He looked like he was ready to say fuck it and kiss her right there. He leaned in, and she gripped his tie even tighter.

But then someone cleared their throat beside them.

"Alright, you two." It was Rossi. "Get out of here, go kiss and make up. That's an order."

"But you're not our boss," Y/N pointed out, apparently still on the high of arguing.

"Tonight I am. Go on, get."

She turned away from them and left without another word.

***

One silent car ride later, the two of them walked up to Y/N's apartment. It wasn't until Spencer had closed the door behind him that either of them said something.

In fact, they both said something at the same time.

"Take your clothes off."

"Leave the suit on."

And then, silence.

For one second. Then two. Then three.

And then the only sound to be heard was Y/N's heels as she glided to Spencer in three large steps and crushed her mouth to his. The second it happened, it was like a rubber band snapped, all this pent up tension finally releasing and shooting across the air until it landed somewhere.

In this case, it landed on the kitchen table. She pushed off his jacket the second her butt landed on the cool wooden surface, and her mouth pulled away from his with a harsh smack. "I thought I told you to take off your clothes."

"So fucking impatient," he breathed, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her again.

A second later, she pulled back and gripped his tie. "Then don't take so fucking long," she said lowly, and then pulled him forward by the tie, connecting their mouths once more.

He grunted in her mouth, releasing her face and working at the buttons of his shirt while she tried her hardest to get the tie. The second everything was loosened, she slid her hands under his shirt and pulled his body into hers by the waist, digging her nails into his skin.

"Lift your hips, baby," he breathed against her mouth, his hands already at the button. "Let me get these off."

"I thought you wanted me to keep the suit on?" she laughed.

"Well, I can't fuck you with your pants on, Y/N."

She lifted her hips then, using her hands on the table as leverage while he shimmied them off over her heels. "I know, genius, I was just fucking with you."

"Well, stop it," he got out with an exasperated sigh.

And before she could retort, his fingers were pushing her panties aside and slipping through the opening of her pussy, causing her words to get caught in her throat.

She choked on a moan and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up."

"Fuck you," she gasped.

"I'd rather fuck you instead."

And with that final sentence, he started finger-fucking her, leaning forward and applying kisses and bites to her neck. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, pushing the rest of his shirt off and then clinging to him like a cat clinging to a tree.

"Who knew all this fighting would make you so wet for me," he said, punctuating his words with a nip to her neck. As if to prove his point, he worked his fingers in and out of her quicker and deeper, the both of them taking in and relishing the sounds it made. Meanwhile she rocked her hips against his hand and tried her hardest not to make much sound, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was affecting her.

Though, it seemed he caught on to her scheme.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? I know you wanna let it out, so why don't you?"

"Not... until you say you're sorry," she managed to respond clearly, leaning back to look him in the eye.

The look he gave her radiated cockiness as his fingers worked even faster, and she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back any noises.

"Aw, not even one little moan for me, pretty girl? I know you've got one in you..."

"N—no," she pressed, obviously trying not to react at all. But it was getting harder when every second Spencer was curling his fingers inside her now, hitting that sweet spot and bringing her closer to the edge.

"Yes," he reiterated, bringing his other hand to her mouth and pushing her lips apart to press his thumb down onto her tongue, keeping her jaw open and forcing out all the sounds she'd tried so hard to hold in.

There was no getting out of it, but... right now she didn't care. Because she loved when he took control like this, seeing his face scrunch up with determination to get what he wanted, the raw, primal look in his eye that boiled her insides and broke her down every time...

Inevitably, she moaned out. Loudly. And when she was met with a smug, "Atta girl," she closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked on it, humming as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "That's a good fucking girl..."

As he worked her through her orgasm, the high subsiding, she thought, Alright... You win this round...

And then, as he pulled away from her and brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, Y/N slowly grew a smirk.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

She took out her earrings, jumped off the table, and unbuttoned the suit jacket, letting it hang open as she dragged him with her to the bedroom in nothing but her bra, panties, jacket, and heels. "I'm gonna get you for that."

His heart raced as she all but threw him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and leaned back, breathless as she kicked the door shut with her foot and settled her hands on her bare hips. From the low angle he had, she very much radiated dominance and power, and God, if she wasn't the most stunning specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on...

He wanted in that moment so badly to submit to her, to give her everything she wanted, but... If he didn't, what would she do?

She took a few slow steps, and with every one Spencer sunk back, until he was laying down and she was standing at the edge of the bed, using her knee to push his legs apart.

"Sit up," she demanded softly, and he almost obliged. But he wanted to see what she'd do if he refused. So when he remained on his back, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and then gripping his chin in her other hand to make him look up at her.

In the dim light of the bedroom, he studied her, every curve and peak of her face and the way the shadows accented her prettiest features, the faint glimmer of the eyeshadow she was wearing, the way her tongue danced behind her lips as she figured out what to say next...

Likewise, she took him in completely, the way his eyes softened with each passing second as they roamed her face, and how his just settled in her hand, like he was completely submitting to and amazed by her. And truth be told, the feeling was mutual. Just looking into his eyes alone, Y/N could tell how much he loved her, and it made her heart swell.

Consequently, the electric buzz that had been between them all night and growing stronger for weeks was a dull hum, something more warm and... remorseful.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, loosening the grip on Spencer's chin. She let her fingers slide down his neck and over to his shoulder, where she gave him a light, loving squeeze. "And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," he whispered back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her cheek. "And I love you."

She sat down on one of his legs, bringing them closer together and to eye-level. And with a smile, she said, "Truce?"

"Truce."

"Good. Now, fuck me?"

"Always."

Her body melted into his when he pulled her face to him and kissed her. His lips moved slowly against hers, yet with a burning passion and need that made it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't long before she starting rocking against him, butterflies swarming in her stomach when he noticed and used one of his hands to run up her thigh. Meanwhile their kisses grew stronger, deeper, and the little sighs and moans they produced together provided the cherry on top.

Y/N slid off of him, then reached down to take his pants off, head spinning and heart soaring. And Spencer felt the same, tugging at the hem of her panties.

She laughed, breaking away once his pants were off. "How do you want me, baby?"

"Just like this," he responded, not needing any time to think about it. "Ride me, do whatever you want to me. I just want you."

With another little laugh, she pushed him back lightly and took off her underweat and heels, then climbed over him to straddle his hips. "Careful what you wish for."

When she reached back her arms to remove the jacket, Spencer stopped her, gripping her thighs and saying in a low voice, "Don't you dare take that off."

She sounded satisfied. Triumphant. "I knew you'd like it."

And before he had a chance to elaborate on just how much he liked it, she shifted her hips and ground down on his bare, hard dick. All words escaped him at the feeling, and she seemed to know it, because she smiled down at him victoriously.

She leaned down and braced her hands on his chest as she continued to rock back and forth, slicking him up with her arousal. Soon after, she snuck one of her hands down to help herself onto him, and she sank down slowly, ever so slowly...

Spencer sighed out, long and drawn out, and the sound was like music to Y/N's ears. She started off slowly, but it wasn't long before she sat up and set a steady pace riding him. And once he found his bearings, getting used to the feeling of her around him after almost a whole month of missing it completely, his eyes opened and took her in once more, the sight before him almost shattering him to pieces.

As his hands flew out to grip her waist, Y/N sighed, reaching down and placing her hands on his stomach. "Fuck, I missed this, baby... Missed you..." Then she slid forward and settled her hands at his collarbone, slowing her hips and making sure to speak just as slowly. "Missed the feeling of your cock deep inside me..."

He lost it then. His grip tightened on her waist and he shifted his hips, repeatedly thrusting up into her with a force that elicited a deep moan from Y/N's throat. She gasped out as he continued this pace, the tension inside of her starting to stretch thin.

"Fuck, baby, please! Oh, right there!" she couldn't help but yell out. She sat up just a little so he had a better angle, and her hands gently wrapped around his throat, to which he rolled his eyes back and groaned out a soft, "Fuck, yes."

They were moving together now, meeting each others' hips with an urgency that could only be present through weeks of built up tension and depravation. It was like a thunderstorm, intense and filled to the brim with flashes of lightning that danced behind both of their eyes as they reached the pinnacle.

Their bodies slowed down naturally, and Y/N's hands were now combing through his hair as she slumped down over him and felt his release as it started to drip down her thigh, and Spencer basked in the feeling of her envelopment, her body weight over the top of him like a warm blanket. They both felt little aftershocks of pleasure as they slowed their breathing and just laid there, hands gently rubbing each others' skin and mouths exhaling soft whispers of 'I love you,' and 'I missed you.'

And then they fully came to their senses, the storm having rolled through completely and leaving them in a calm breeze. It was peaceful. Rehabilitating.

Y/N kissed Spencer's neck and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "Babe, you know I love you, but I'm not sleeping in this thing tonight."

He laughed, tucking some of the hair behind her ear that had fallen from the updo and then running his thumb along her bottom lip. "That's fair. You should... wear suits more often, though. They're a good look for you."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Duly noted."

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