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Can't stop thinking about the way Starbound's news feed had a pcgamer article mentioning SxB at the top for months. Any time you tabbed over to boot up the game, there it was. I like to think that's the reason the bounty hunter update was made, I want to imagine some chucklefish exec rushing around yelling "Work faster! We CAN'T let this surprisingly well made furry sex mod be Starbound's legacy. UPDATE the GAME."

[carpenoctxrn]

Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid x FemReader)

Chapter 8: Prove Myself

You can find Chapter 7 here.

.....so lovely shadow-banned this chapter for having explicit contents but the Warnings are properly labeled so this is a repost!

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Warning: Cussing, blxod, lowkey manhandled by creeps, borderline s*exuall offense, badass woman beating the crap out of creeps, EMTs, Cops, Reader not liking Maeve, s*xual contents such as mentions of Vxyeurism, bxndage, dxm/ sxb relationships, oral s*x.

P.O.V: Y/N

His eyes held my gaze, as my lips buried itself inside my mouth and in between my teeth on my ride side. I didn’t understand what to do or how to act so I just let out a breath of air that had entrapped itself within me.

“Right this way Doctor,” He spoke as he nodded the direction we must walk in. 

 I just smiled and nodded yes as I followed pursuit.

My own consciences will not betray me. I will have to prove myself better than the relationship that woman had pursued with my father. 

With a new vigor and new motivation behind my steps I began walking towards the door. I was going to stand strong. I wasn’t going to let anything make me trip into my conscious words to seduce a taken man.

As I was walking behind him I began to observe that he was maneuvering his arms to take off his vest suit. 

OH NO!

His physique wasn’t fueled with muscle but they still held a structure to them that just called out my hands to run through them. To feel his skin underneath mine. Maybe to feel him shiver at my touch. To beg for me to touch him more. In the silence of our little journey to his car all I did was gawk at him.

More like you wanna gawk gawk his Di-

“I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable for you.” Spencer spoke allowing my thoughts to break off at the right time.

“Why should it be? It's not like my friendship just got rejected.” I spoke as his car came into view from the open doors of David’s home.

He stopped in his tracks at the end of my words but I passed by him. Not really wanting to talk to him but in reality I craved anything I could get from him. As I reached the threshold that passed outside, my skin rose to goosebumps from the cold air that surrounded the night sky. I felt a small smile form on my lips as a feeling of momentary peace came upon me. 

“I wasn’t rejecting your friendship.” Spencer calmly states as he walks by me.

“Than clearly you weren’t part of the same conversation as I was.” I silently said as I followed his lead to his car. Standing behind him all I did was marvel at the man despite the sadness I felt creeping in my head, that I had no right to feel.

“I was part of the same conversation as you but before I could say Your friendship wouldn’t be something I need or want but I will value it and cherish it just the same, you kind off walked away. '' His words came out of his mouth like he was holding a breath. A sign of relief washed over his back as he turned around to the open door of his. The smile of his face seemed to be the signature awkward smile although this time it seemed smug. Smug probably at my red embarrassed face.

“I swear I’m an understanding human being who doesn’t leave people mid-conversation abruptly,” My apologetic tone made him look at me with a sincere emotion in his eyes.

“I know.” He said as he gestured to open the passenger door to his car.

“Thank you,” I softly spoke with a nervous tone. 

My bottom lip was pulled between my teeths again. I began biting on it in my embarrassing state of mind. Watching Spencer as he made his way around the car slowly. Not doing anything but walking one step at a time as he stared at the stars. His hands in his black pants, but at some point in his small walk to the driver's side of the car from his passenger side of the car he took his hands out to do that mind numbing action that makes my ovaries burst, my knees weak, and my mouth water.

His long fingers were rolling up his black fabric to reveal the porcelain skin adorned with his veiny arms. After rolling up the right sleeve to his elbow he moved to work on the cloth that entrapped his left hand. 

Why did he have to do that?

The only thought that rang sensibly through my mind as I ogled at my crush doing the most hottest thing known to humankind.

“Is it okay if we make a stop at the grocery store, I need to get some stuff for date night with Maeve tomorrow and I won’t have time after class to run to the store and cook.” Spencer spoke rhetorically as the engine started and he began to back out the driveway. But not like a normal human being, no. Spencer placed a hand on the top part of my seat as he leaned his body and turned his body backwards a bit.

My breath was caught in my chest and a familiar throb came back to my body. Some blood rushed all through my body as hormones making horny, whilst the others went straight to my face to heat it up. His figure was so lean but it held so much prowess in being seductive.

“Sorry, for some reason I still can’t back up using a mirror.” He said and I just nodded at his words.

Deciding to help myself I began to observe the car we were in, which was a Mercedes. The interior was slick wooden with black leather seats. It smelled like sandalwood and cinnamon inside. The car from the outside was all black as well, for some reason I believe black makes him look hot. Although any other color would have probably made him look cute.

“Usually I prefer the quiet,” Spencer said as he drove with his left hand on his steering wheel and his right hand on the gear shift, “but that's because usually I drive by myself.” 

“I apologize, I’m always used to listening to music as I speed down the highway at 3 in the morning. the cars outside look so foreign and intriguing to me at this time,” I said with a small smile on my face as I looked out the window. When I turned my head to look at him, his face held a confused look.

“For example, that car over there looks like it's a red toyota SUV released in the early 2000’s, the back of the number plate has a university logo on it, so I would say that this is the mom’s car.” I said as I put two and two together.

“What makes you say they have a child?” He said, looking at me intently.

“Because the kid in the back seat was making faces at you while you were driving.” I said to him with a very serious tone.

“Oh, I thought it was a funny looking dog or something,” He said seriously as stared deeply into the windows on the car.

“SPENCER!” I shouted out faking offense at his comparison as I began to laugh at the image in my head of a funny looking dog.

He just laughed with me as he stared at me. I looked at him and finally found the courage to swallow a lump down my throat.

“So what are you making her?” I asked him as I stared at his driving figure. He still had his tie on but the goddamn sleeve was still up. 

He looked like one of those professors from the steamy novels. The one where you would go under his desk and just play with his dick while he sits in his chair in a classroom full of students. God, the forbidden voyeurism just pushes my buttons in all the right way.

“It’s nothing complex but baked salmon with some szechuan peppers and honey glaze, with her favorite mexican style salad.” He spoke with a pride smile on his face. 

“That’s so sweet, so is it date night or is it a special special date night?” I asked as I emphasized the two specials.

“Umm.. all of our date nights are special and symbolic to us in many ways, like the last date night collided with the day she first saw my brain scans, so Maeve planned a movie date night in her office.” He explained with a sweet and love sick in his eyes.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. I clearly couldn’t get his attention in the way I want, and for now it would be better for me to just admire him from afar until my stupid crush-like feelings goes away.

“Aww, that's so adorable,” I said as we stopped at a red light. 

The silver truck next to me was familiar, making me do a double take. 

OH NO

It was a guy that I had a regular hook up at the bar with a few months ago. Unfortunately for me he looked straight at me. For some dumb reason he just looked angry, so I just turned my gaze away from him, trying to hide. 

“Is something wrong?” Asked a very confused Spencer.

“Not if I can help it,” I spoke. The light turned green and we calmly turned towards the Nuggets Market close to our apartments.

As we pulled into a parking lot no silver truck was in sight. The wave of relief that washed over me made me bask in it with happiness.

“Would you like to come with or stay in the car? Cause I am fine with both,” He rambled slightly as he asked what I would be comfortable doing.

“I’ll come with you,” I spoke as I opened my door and walked with him inside the overpriced market. I usually went to the small-family owned grocery store near my work to do shopping but I guess I could splurge on some “healthy” highly processed junk food.

Forget junk food, you need groceries for actual food, you starving whore.

My thoughts reminded me.

Spencer grabbed a cart and walked away to another side of the store, whilst I grabbed a basket and walked straight to the bakery part of nuggets. As I eyed the different cakes, muffins, pastries I was reminded of Gavin. I didn’t like him as a friend, and I couldn’t fuck him, but I could invite him out for drinks and force him to be my wingman.

I smiled at my thoughts as I walked towards the bread and grabbed two packs of french roll bread, a baguette, and some expensive mozzarella, white cheddar, parmesan, and a small serving of brie cheese. Walking out of the bread and cheese aisle I looked for the aisle with some hot sauces. My sriracha was close to running out and I needed more. 

My eyes caught a glimpse of the white box that boldly had Sriracha written on it with the familiar font. As I made my way to the box disappointment rose inside of me. The box was empty but luckily I spotted a few bottles on the very very top shelf. Putting the basket that I carried on my left elbow on the ground I held a part of the shelf for stability as I rose on my tippy toes again to reach the top of the shelf.

Why is everything placed on the top shelf today?

Is it hate short people in heels day?

My thoughts occupied half of my focus as the other half went into getting the sriracha but not falling. A hand from behind me picked it up. A presence behind was known. I quickly turned around to apologize for being in the way for the person behind and to ask them if they could help me. Only for my voice to be caught in my throat. This dumbass that I saw on the road a few minutes ago followed me to the grocery store.

Wanting to avoid an altercation with my used to be four or five time fling, I picked up my basket and began walking towards the cashier. Knowing that in the back where we stood currently hardly anyone was around, allowing him the perfect opportunity to pry. But in the front he would most definitely be on his best behavior. As I began walking away from him a harsh yank of my elbow pulled me back.

My hair had already begun to loosen sometime at David’s house and now with the sudden and strong force it had come out. My clip fell to the floor with a thud before the sound of it being crushed by a foot resounded amongst the empty back aisle.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The slimy douchebag asked.

“What do you want?” I asked instead, not in the mood to answer this asshole's question. He looked average for someone who is bald. He had muscles and tattoos of naked women, patriotism, guns, and dates. Yeah he wasn’t my best pull at the bar but he was able to put me in an upside position that just made me squirt like crazy and I was addicted to that feeling. 

He however was addicted to showing himself off due to him having this ego to him. He was a carpenter but he acted like he was the god of house building. Always critiquing the structure of the bar or something else.

“Isn’t it obvious, I want you.” He said through gritted teeth as his elbow pulled me closer to his body. Literally leaving no space between us, as he grinded his stupid boner on my hips. Instead of arousal the overwhelming feeling of disgust and bile ripped through my body at his gesture. 

“Well I don’t want you, so let me go.” I spoke as I tried not to squirm, not wanting to feel his stupid boner on me. With some strong force I was able to yank my arms away from him and I turned around to stand my ground against him.

“Are you sure baby?” He spoke in a low voice trying to be seductive as he came close trying to be gentle with his touch on the same elbow.

“Yes, now please leave me alone,” I said as I took a deep breathe and walked away from but not before saying “next time you pull this stunt I fucking promise you I will break your nose.” I spoke with gritted teeth as I turned around with a strong grip on my bucket.

“Oh you motherfucking Bitch,” As his words left his mouth he gripped both my shoulders and pressed me with force against the aisle of cans. My stomach hit the isle of cans as I felt my mouth collide with the edge of something dull but hard. The force sending some things over the shelf on the other side, the sound of cans hitting the floor was loud.

“Let go of me.” I said with anger.

“Or what?” He asked smugly.

“Your death asshole,” I breathed out as I kicked him in the nuts using my heels to advantage, making him let me go as he crouched down holding his damn nuts.

“Fuck you asshole,” I spat at him as I walked out to the cashier to cash out my stuff. It was an old lady who was working at the speed of a snail. 

I put my stuff on the cash register as I waited patiently to see Spencer somewhere so we could leave before the asshole stood up and came after me more pissed than ever. Eventually I did see Spencer but not before seeing the big ass man behind him. My eyes widened as the asshole pushed Spencer aside and he just stood there looking confused. The big man made his way to me looking fucking pissed. 

“You’re dead you bitch,” He said as he pulled his hands back to punch me, which I avoided by leaning to the side making him stumble a bit forward.

“It's rude to hit a lady,” I said as I grabbed his thick head and kneed him in the face. Knowingly angling my knee right at his nose to break it.

He screamed in pain as he kept on mumbling slurs at me. Although his figure was holding his face in a crouched position like before as he spinned around knocking somethings on the stand nearby. Until he stopped spinning and just stood with his back against the refrigerator.

“Oh gosh sweetheart do you want me to call the police?” Asked the old lady by the register as she trembled a bit at the sight of the tall man with his broken nose who had slumped down to the floor from the anguish he was feeling.

“No, it’s fine. He won't be any trouble to anyone. Will you asshat?” I asked him as I kicked him with my feet, to which he just groaned.

“Plastic or paper?” she asked sweetly.

“Paper please.” I said as I took my phone and paid for my groceries through apple pay.

“Are you okay? Who is that?” Spencer asked me frantically as he turned me to face him by gently gripping my arm and pulling me towards him. His gaze studied me cautiously at a panicked pace.

“Call 911,” Spencer demanded the cashier who did what he said as he flashed her his FBI badge.

“Wait no,” I said, gripping Spencer’s arm as he turned to look at me confused.

“I handled him, and I am not in the mood of going through a police interrogation, I’ve been through it before and I’d rather not relieve those feelings,” I pleaded to the FBI agent in front of me.

He looked at me as his hands slowly but surely made their way to my face. He cupped my face as his thumb ran over my lips. The interaction between us had brought an obvious blush on my face as my mouth parted and my eyes widened at his actions. The warmth from his hands radiated on my skin, comforting my frantic heartbeat. I gulped as I stared at him not knowing if I should move or if I should say something. 

“...you’re bleeding y/n,” he whispered so quietly as his hand left my face to show the crimson secretion which evaded my skin from the passed out jerks action and now he had accumulated on his thumb.

His caring nature made me oblivious to my own feelings, to my own anxiety. His concern had brought a sense of love and distraught within me that I just succumbed to his words, his gestures, and his suggestions. He had a hold on me as if I was 16 again with a crush. I felt stupid but I felt helplessly infatuated with him.

I looked up to his eyes and nodded at him. Not saying a word. He just smiled back at him and told the cashier to call 911 and an ambulance. 

“Will you stay by my side please.” I plead with him again. Looking at him with wide eyes and a small bit of tears.

“Ofcourse,” He said as he led me to the side of the store. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

As we stood there silently he was observing my body. Looking at me intently. Trying to find where else that orge had hurt me. I took his hands which made him look at me in shock at the nature of my actions.

“I’m fine. All I have is this busted lip and probably some bruises,” I said as I held my wrist that was aching.

“What happened wasn’t fine.” He stated quietly as he took the wrist I was holding. He gently lifted my sleeve to reveal a light red handprint mark being formed.

“In his defense I bruise quite easily,” I joked trying to segue the conversation into a different topic.

“I’m making sure he never gets anywhere near you.” He said to himself more than me as his eyes were trained on my bruise. 

He lightly touched it only for me to take in a small sharp breath. To many the action would have gone unnoticed but for the FBI profiler in front of me, it said enough. It said I was threatened. That I was fragile. Even though I can protect myself, I still am endangered. His eyes were like a tsunami of chaos swirling. His mind was thinking of something as his body became jittery as if he was having an argument inside his head.

“Ma’am are you okay?” Called out an EMT from behind me. He was followed by the old woman cashier.

“I’m-” Before I could complete my sentence Spencer cut in front of me. His rude actions were abrupt but his calm tone of words made him seem in control.

“He busted her lip when he pushed her against the shelf. She also had some bruising due to the utter force he was using whilst he was committing the series of offenses.” He so calmly and authoritatively said.

“Well another ambulance is making its way here and those paramedics will get a check up done on her, we are just going to take the dude that's bleeding to the closest hospital.” The tall tan-skinned man spoke gently as he casually explained the plan to Spencer rather than me.

“Thank you, we’ll wait for them here.” Spencer spoke for me again. I didn't understand why I didn’t stop him from talking for me until I came upon this realization.

Men who have spoken for me, have done so pretending they were making a better choice for me. When Spencer spoke for me, it was to ensure I wasn’t neglecting myself like I was about to do a few seconds ago. He truly put me first in his words and thoughts. 

“Thank you,” I said looking up at him due to how close he was standing to me. His arms were radiating heat, and for some reason the comfort I seeked.

“Yeah no, it’s no problem. I know how easy it is to push yourself away,” He spoke as he straightened his posture and made his way to stand in front of me whilst having his hands in his pocket. 

All I did was smile at him whilst I muttered a small yeah as I nodded my head.

“Good thing you have a friend like me.” He joked leaning in close to me. His forehead is so close to my own. 

I looked up at him and saw how close his eyes were. The harsh shapes and flecks of gold were so obvious against the dull green of his iris. His eyelashes were short but full whilst his eyebrows were bushy but thin. 

“And here is your knight in shining armor,” Said a voice from right beside us.

It was an EMT that I had worked with on a few of the patients he brought in. He always flirted and I always smiled. If he was a stranger in a bar I would’ve been all over him, but I make it a point to keep my work life away from my sex life. Mark Sloan was an inspiration not because he was hot but because of his lifestyle that I did not want.

“Hey there Dr. Heartbreaker,” Flirted the EMT who’s name I didn’t even bother knowing, “I hope you don’t mind your rejection doing some check up on you.” He said as he flashed me with his flashlight at the nod of my head.

His words were making me uncomfortable. For some reason his behavior made me worried about what Spencer may think of me. I looked at Spencer as I smiled at him reassuringly, wanting a positive reaction back from him. But his eyes were trained on the EMT in front of him. His eyes linger on the EMT’s hands as he holds my wrist to examine.

“Where is your glove?” Spencer asked straight up at the EMT who clearly wasn’t wearing any gloves.

“There was a hole in it, so I threw it and didn’t get a chance to get a new one,” The EMT said as he continued looking at my hands. Both of his hands were caressing my fingers in an intimate way, making me flinch at the feeling.

Spencer flashed the EMT his badge.

“Get away from her right now before I arrest you for medical misconduct.” Spencer said as he came closer to the EMT whilst blocking me from him. The creep's hands are no longer touching mine.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, or rather I couldn’t focus on what they were saying. As I was massaging away the feeling of that man’s hand on mine, I was staring at Spencer. His shoulders weren’t too broad or too small. They were perfectly in proportion to his skinny waist. His upper body was definitely big, he had this skinny lean muscle physique to him that made me stare at him harder. I could imagine it.

His body was tall and all tied up on the bed. 

The sweat from his skin is the only sensation that he feels as I suffocate his head between my legs.

Allowing him to taste me while he allows me to ruin him.

“..Fine. I’m taking her to the hospital,” Spencer’s angry shouts broke me out of my little day dream.

“Wait, no.” I spoke as I grabbed Spencer’s shoulder.

He turned around at my touch and I slowly removed my hand as I nodded no to him. 

“It’s getting late, and I am so exhausted that I just want to sleep. Please.” I said to Spencer.

He smiled at me sweetly as he whispered a small sure, before walking out the store with me, my grocery bag in his hands. As we passed the doors of the store I gasped and stopped. Making the tall man crouch down in front of me in worry.

“What? What is it?” He has questioned.

“Your groceries,” I whispered in a small voice as I let worry and guilt wash over my face.

“I can order it tomorrow, it's no trouble,” He spoke as he took my hand to lead me to the car, “Really.” He stated as we were about to cross the street and make it to his car.

As I sat in the car my body felt heavy and my thoughts were weighing on me too. The thoughts of running my hand through this man's hair. The thought of him using a handcuff on me or me using one on him. The thought of me taking off my seatbelt and grabbing this man's face and kissing was the big one.

His protective demeanor was one thing. But his authoritative tone made me lose some form of self respect I had for myself.

As we drove back to the apartment Spencer was quiet. The atmosphere around me was unknowing. Like I couldn't understand what it felt like. In my thoughts I closed my eyes. My breath gained a slow and peaceful pace as some light violin music played in the background. It had been playing the entirety of the ride since we left David’s house but I didn’t focus on it until now. 

In my thoughts the only thing that I wanted to think about was the man driving me home. The same man who had occupied every breathing second and thought for the past four hours of my life. The damn man has made me into a mess without even saying anything relative to sexy to me and yet I’ve had fantasies that are so sinful that holy water wouldn't be enough to quench its thirst.

I don’t know if I am fetishizing Spencer because of his height but I do know that even if he was 5 '4 and acted the same way he acted now, I would have mounted him.

 It’s an aura to him that lulls me towards him. And I genuinely don’t know what else to say.

“..so gorgeous…” His whispered words made my own chaotic and quite anxious thoughts stop.

Snapping my eyes open I looked at him to see he was staring at my sleeping form.

“Did you say something?” I asked him, feigning my ears deaf to the words he had just spoken.

“The tree’s, they look gorgeous with the amber leaves and the dark night sky,” He spoke as he looked out to my side of the windshield. 

Smiling, I looked out and agreed with him through a nod of my head. 

He probably said amber leaves are gorgeous because of her hair.

That ugly jealousy came back into the pit of my stomach at my own thought. The feeling traveling up my stomach and latching itself painfully to my heart that I could feel breaking at the weight of the new feeling.

“Do you like amber leaves because they remind you of her?” I questioned him.

“I think I like amber leaves because they remind me of you.” He said with a smile back.

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Authors note: Yo so like now I want to say more progression and Spencer interactions will happen. Also like be safe out there in the world with creeps. Just saying you dont have to be nice to someone who is making you uncomfortable. Like be loud and be offended, its a known fact that rapists rape people who are easily pushed around due to them reporting the accidents much later and also because they would be quiet. So you know be loud and be offended at creeps, you dont owe them kindness because their intentions are not humane!!!

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The Detectives’ Adventures, Season 3, E2 > The Mission: Get someone to say, “It’s okay. I forgive you.” ZXD calls LYN.

translations under the cut:

- His playback ringtone is Rang Jiu!! ZXD: Hello? LYN: Hi- hello.  ZXD: That... Ning-ge. Are you shooting the drama right now? LYN: I’m recording, what’s up? Go ahead. ZXD: That... LYN: I’m recording a song. ZXD: Uhm... you’re a pig. LYN: /laughs/ ... What the heck? ZXD: You’re a pig. SXB: She said you’re a pig. LYN: Who’s that there next to you? SXB: ?! (Not me.)

ZXD: Um... Yesterday I accidentally... took your best looking outfit from your drama and cut it. (/internally/ What am I saying??) LYN: What are you talking about? Are you crazy? Everyone: /holding back their laughter/ ZXD: I thought it looked too nice! LYN: Are you a psychopath? Why would you cut my drama(’s clothes)? Everyone: !!! X’D ZXD: Um... LYN: What’s wrong with you? Just tell me. What’s wrong? I feel like you’re not acting normal. ZXD: Then, if I AM not normal and I did this thing, would you forgive me? LYN: It’s fine. It’s okay. ZXD: :D! LYN: If you did cut it, then just pay for the damage and it’ll be over.

ZXD: If it’s okay, then do you forgive me? LYN: Go tell the drama dept. What are you telling me for, it’s not my clothes. I forgive you. I forgive. On my part, I forgive you. ZXD: Quickly! That is, is it a problem and do you forgive me? Is it okay? LYN: It's okay. I forgive you.

Staff: ZXD mission failure. You can only direct him, but you can’t say the keywords directly. LYN: You were playing a game and lost, huh? ZXD: /laughing/ Yeah, we’re filming for a show. - /Tao gets up, “Miss, I’ll protect you.”/ /grabs the phone/ HZT: How can you talk to a girl like that, bro??  LYN: Who are you??? HZT: /dying/ Ok. I’m hanging up. LYN: Okay. ZXD: Okay. Thank you. Bye bye.

EDIT: I saw a different clip where LYN responds to Tao with, “Let me tell you, I almost cursed.” (x) [It probably went “Who are you?? XD Let me tell you, I almost cursed.”]

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[evelynndecipio-blog]

October 17th, 2021

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[sailorsplatoon]

What if Shiver and Birch’s kid and Frye and Elle’s kid hung out with each other?

They totally do all the time.

Shiver and Birch’s kids are almost the polar opposite of Frye and Elle’s kid. The best way I can describe FxE’s kid (who I really need to come up with a name for eventually) is neutral good (please tell me someone here understands DnD alignments). They’re not as chaotic as most of the kids, but they’re by no means orderly either. They kind of shift back and forth based on the day and their mood. SxB’s kids however are extremely chaotic all the time. They’re bundles of energy and they use that to cause destruction. When all of them hang out things can get very interesting.

Sometimes it’s FxE’s kid trying to prevent SxB’s kids from doing something they shouldn’t, other times all of them are doing things they shouldn’t together. Kai kind of always has to be there to make sure things don’t get out of hand. Though they often end up getting roped into whatever the younger kids are scheming. Especially if it involves Master Mega or the eels. (Kai loves hanging out with them.)

Thank you for the ask!!! They would definitely end up breaking something important eventually, hopefully it’s not something irreplaceable.

[ramziargya]

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Bulan Februari 2024

Memasuki bulan dan tahun politik, yep Februari--- Selama dua minggu ini dipenuhi dengan arek2 kartar dan kita upgrading ke jadi abdi negoro aka kppz wkkwk :D, bulan ini ada SxB acara tahunan untuk mencari freebies murce. I lop fdx. Tengss Fdx Kegiatan bulanan lainnya, dalam 2 minggu ini aja udah 2x ke bengkel dan 2x facial. Yep seboros itu, overbudget bgt ini ges. But its olrite. Ketemu temen SMA yg lahiran first baby nya, she talks a lot. But agak sus dgn fam nya, kan aneh. But i hope, she is happy. Penutupan dengan warga kppz, makan bareng di gacowan terus pembagian uang. we talk a lot about next kppz pilkadun. Dan ya, aku dan adik2ku agak banyak interaksi di dewasa ini :))) ------ merger edited Hi, lagi. u kno wht, akhirnya aku beli sepeda ontel setelah bbrp tahun lalu dijual daaan welkambek gue gowes gowes era. makasi duid kppz wkwk :D u kno wht, tgl 20 nya. it was my first time movie date WKWKWKWKWK mana sama si leadernya MS Jatimz wkwk. Tapi aku akan nulis ini terpisah wkwk. Jujurly kemaren sangat terlihat clumsy era, ternyata era kupu kupu balik egen wkwk tgl 25 spent banyak waktu sama temen jaman bocil era, di rumah usahanya. bodonya waktu salim sama bapak ibu nya wkkwk trlalu clumsy jg :D closingan bulan ini sama sobat north waktu kerja, we talk a lot. i rlly miss them.

[carpenoctxrn]

Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid x FemReader)

Chapter 8: Prove Myself

You can find Chapter 7 here.

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Warning: Cussing, blxod, lowkey manhandled by creeps, borderline s*exuall offense, badass woman beating the crap out of creeps, EMTs, Cops, Reader not liking Maeve, s*xual contents such as mentions of Vxyeurism, bxndage, dxm/ sxb relationships, oral s*x.

P.O.V: Y/N

His eyes held my gaze, as my lips buried itself inside my mouth and in between my teeth on my ride side. I didn’t understand what to do or how to act so I just let out a breath of air that had entrapped itself within me.

“Right this way Doctor,” He spoke as he nodded the direction we must walk in. 

 I just smiled and nodded yes as I followed pursuit.

My own consciences will not betray me. I will have to prove myself better than the relationship that woman had pursued with my father. 

With a new vigor and new motivation behind my steps I began walking towards the door. I was going to stand strong. I wasn’t going to let anything make me trip into my conscious words to seduce a taken man.

As I was walking behind him I began to observe that he was maneuvering his arms to take off his vest suit. 

OH NO!

His physique wasn’t fueled with muscle but they still held a structure to them that just called out my hands to run through them. To feel his skin underneath mine. Maybe to feel him shiver at my touch. To beg for me to touch him more. In the silence of our little journey to his car all I did was gawk at him.

More like you wanna gawk gawk his Di-

“I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable for you.” Spencer spoke allowing my thoughts to break off at the right time.

“Why should it be? It's not like my friendship just got rejected.” I spoke as his car came into view from the open doors of David’s home.

He stopped in his tracks at the end of my words but I passed by him. Not really wanting to talk to him but in reality I craved anything I could get from him. As I reached the threshold that passed outside, my skin rose to goosebumps from the cold air that surrounded the night sky. I felt a small smile form on my lips as a feeling of momentary peace came upon me. 

“I wasn’t rejecting your friendship.” Spencer calmly states as he walks by me.

“Than clearly you weren’t part of the same conversation as I was.” I silently said as I followed his lead to his car. Standing behind him all I did was marvel at the man despite the sadness I felt creeping in my head, that I had no right to feel.

“I was part of the same conversation as you but before I could say Your friendship wouldn’t be something I need or want but I will value it and cherish it just the same, you kind off walked away. '' His words came out of his mouth like he was holding a breath. A sign of relief washed over his back as he turned around to the open door of his. The smile of his face seemed to be the signature awkward smile although this time it seemed smug. Smug probably at my red embarrassed face.

“I swear I’m an understanding human being who doesn’t leave people mid-conversation abruptly,” My apologetic tone made him look at me with a sincere emotion in his eyes.

“I know.” He said as he gestured to open the passenger door to his car.

“Thank you,” I softly spoke with a nervous tone. 

My bottom lip was pulled between my teeths again. I began biting on it in my embarrassing state of mind. Watching Spencer as he made his way around the car slowly. Not doing anything but walking one step at a time as he stared at the stars. His hands in his black pants, but at some point in his small walk to the driver's side of the car from his passenger side of the car he took his hands out to do that mind numbing action that makes my ovaries burst, my knees weak, and my mouth water.

His long fingers were rolling up his black fabric to reveal the porcelain skin adorned with his veiny arms. After rolling up the right sleeve to his elbow he moved to work on the cloth that entrapped his left hand. 

Why did he have to do that?

The only thought that rang sensibly through my mind as I ogled at my crush doing the most hottest thing known to humankind.

“Is it okay if we make a stop at the grocery store, I need to get some stuff for date night with Maeve tomorrow and I won’t have time after class to run to the store and cook.” Spencer spoke rhetorically as the engine started and he began to back out the driveway. But not like a normal human being, no. Spencer placed a hand on the top part of my seat as he leaned his body and turned his body backwards a bit.

My breath was caught in my chest and a familiar throb came back to my body. Some blood rushed all through my body as hormones making horny, whilst the others went straight to my face to heat it up. His figure was so lean but it held so much prowess in being seductive.

“Sorry, for some reason I still can’t back up using a mirror.” He said and I just nodded at his words.

Deciding to help myself I began to observe the car we were in, which was a Mercedes. The interior was slick wooden with black leather seats. It smelled like sandalwood and cinnamon inside. The car from the outside was all black as well, for some reason I believe black makes him look hot. Although any other color would have probably made him look cute.

“Usually I prefer the quiet,” Spencer said as he drove with his left hand on his steering wheel and his right hand on the gear shift, “but that's because usually I drive by myself.” 

“I apologize, I’m always used to listening to music as I speed down the highway at 3 in the morning. the cars outside look so foreign and intriguing to me at this time,” I said with a small smile on my face as I looked out the window. When I turned my head to look at him, his face held a confused look.

“For example, that car over there looks like it's a red toyota SUV released in the early 2000’s, the back of the number plate has a university logo on it, so I would say that this is the mom’s car.” I said as I put two and two together.

“What makes you say they have a child?” He said, looking at me intently.

“Because the kid in the back seat was making faces at you while you were driving.” I said to him with a very serious tone.

“Oh, I thought it was a funny looking dog or something,” He said seriously as stared deeply into the windows on the car.

“SPENCER!” I shouted out faking offense at his comparison as I began to laugh at the image in my head of a funny looking dog.

He just laughed with me as he stared at me. I looked at him and finally found the courage to swallow a lump down my throat.

“So what are you making her?” I asked him as I stared at his driving figure. He still had his tie on but the goddamn sleeve was still up. 

He looked like one of those professors from the steamy novels. The one where you would go under his desk and just play with his dick while he sits in his chair in a classroom full of students. God, the forbidden voyeurism just pushes my buttons in all the right way.

“It’s nothing complex but baked salmon with some szechuan peppers and honey glaze, with her favorite mexican style salad.” He spoke with a pride smile on his face. 

“That’s so sweet, so is it date night or is it a special special date night?” I asked as I emphasized the two specials.

“Umm.. all of our date nights are special and symbolic to us in many ways, like the last date night collided with the day she first saw my brain scans, so Maeve planned a movie date night in her office.” He explained with a sweet and love sick in his eyes.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over me. I clearly couldn’t get his attention in the way I want, and for now it would be better for me to just admire him from afar until my stupid crush-like feelings goes away.

“Aww, that's so adorable,” I said as we stopped at a red light. 

The silver truck next to me was familiar, making me do a double take. 

OH NO

It was a guy that I had a regular hook up at the bar with a few months ago. Unfortunately for me he looked straight at me. For some dumb reason he just looked angry, so I just turned my gaze away from him, trying to hide. 

“Is something wrong?” Asked a very confused Spencer.

“Not if I can help it,” I spoke. The light turned green and we calmly turned towards the Nuggets Market close to our apartments.

As we pulled into a parking lot no silver truck was in sight. The wave of relief that washed over me made me bask in it with happiness.

“Would you like to come with or stay in the car? Cause I am fine with both,” He rambled slightly as he asked what I would be comfortable doing.

“I’ll come with you,” I spoke as I opened my door and walked with him inside the overpriced market. I usually went to the small-family owned grocery store near my work to do shopping but I guess I could splurge on some “healthy” highly processed junk food.

Forget junk food, you need groceries for actual food, you starving whore.

My thoughts reminded me.

Spencer grabbed a cart and walked away to another side of the store, whilst I grabbed a basket and walked straight to the bakery part of nuggets. As I eyed the different cakes, muffins, pastries I was reminded of Gavin. I didn’t like him as a friend, and I couldn’t fuck him, but I could invite him out for drinks and force him to be my wingman.

I smiled at my thoughts as I walked towards the bread and grabbed two packs of french roll bread, a baguette, and some expensive mozzarella, white cheddar, parmesan, and a small serving of brie cheese. Walking out of the bread and cheese aisle I looked for the aisle with some hot sauces. My sriracha was close to running out and I needed more. 

My eyes caught a glimpse of the white box that boldly had Sriracha written on it with the familiar font. As I made my way to the box disappointment rose inside of me. The box was empty but luckily I spotted a few bottles on the very very top shelf. Putting the basket that I carried on my left elbow on the ground I held a part of the shelf for stability as I rose on my tippy toes again to reach the top of the shelf.

Why is everything placed on the top shelf today?

Is it hate short people in heels day?

My thoughts occupied half of my focus as the other half went into getting the sriracha but not falling. A hand from behind me picked it up. A presence behind was known. I quickly turned around to apologize for being in the way for the person behind and to ask them if they could help me. Only for my voice to be caught in my throat. This dumbass that I saw on the road a few minutes ago followed me to the grocery store.

Wanting to avoid an altercation with my used to be four or five time fling, I picked up my basket and began walking towards the cashier. Knowing that in the back where we stood currently hardly anyone was around, allowing him the perfect opportunity to pry. But in the front he would most definitely be on his best behavior. As I began walking away from him a harsh yank of my elbow pulled me back.

My hair had already begun to loosen sometime at David’s house and now with the sudden and strong force it had come out. My clip fell to the floor with a thud before the sound of it being crushed by a foot resounded amongst the empty back aisle.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The slimy douchebag asked.

“What do you want?” I asked instead, not in the mood to answer this asshole's question. He looked average for someone who is bald. He had muscles and tattoos of naked women, patriotism, guns, and dates. Yeah he wasn’t my best pull at the bar but he was able to put me in an upside position that just made me squirt like crazy and I was addicted to that feeling. 

He however was addicted to showing himself off due to him having this ego to him. He was a carpenter but he acted like he was the god of house building. Always critiquing the structure of the bar or something else.

“Isn’t it obvious, I want you.” He said through gritted teeth as his elbow pulled me closer to his body. Literally leaving no space between us, as he grinded his stupid boner on my hips. Instead of arousal the overwhelming feeling of disgust and bile ripped through my body at his gesture. 

“Well I don’t want you, so let me go.” I spoke as I tried not to squirm, not wanting to feel his stupid boner on me. With some strong force I was able to yank my arms away from him and I turned around to stand my ground against him.

“Are you sure baby?” He spoke in a low voice trying to be seductive as he came close trying to be gentle with his touch on the same elbow.

“Yes, now please leave me alone,” I said as I took a deep breathe and walked away from but not before saying “next time you pull this stunt I fucking promise you I will break your nose.” I spoke with gritted teeth as I turned around with a strong grip on my bucket.

“Oh you motherfucking Bitch,” As his words left his mouth he gripped both my shoulders and pressed me with force against the aisle of cans. My stomach hit the isle of cans as I felt my mouth collide with the edge of something dull but hard. The force sending some things over the shelf on the other side, the sound of cans hitting the floor was loud.

“Let go of me.” I said with anger.

“Or what?” He asked smugly.

“Your death asshole,” I breathed out as I kicked him in the nuts using my heels to advantage, making him let me go as he crouched down holding his damn nuts.

“Fuck you asshole,” I spat at him as I walked out to the cashier to cash out my stuff. It was an old lady who was working at the speed of a snail. 

I put my stuff on the cash register as I waited patiently to see Spencer somewhere so we could leave before the asshole stood up and came after me more pissed than ever. Eventually I did see Spencer but not before seeing the big ass man behind him. My eyes widened as the asshole pushed Spencer aside and he just stood there looking confused. The big man made his way to me looking fucking pissed. 

“You’re dead you bitch,” He said as he pulled his hands back to punch me, which I avoided by leaning to the side making him stumble a bit forward.

“It's rude to hit a lady,” I said as I grabbed his thick head and kneed him in the face. Knowingly angling my knee right at his nose to break it.

He screamed in pain as he kept on mumbling slurs at me. Although his figure was holding his face in a crouched position like before as he spinned around knocking somethings on the stand nearby. Until he stopped spinning and just stood with his back against the refrigerator.

“Oh gosh sweetheart do you want me to call the police?” Asked the old lady by the register as she trembled a bit at the sight of the tall man with his broken nose who had slumped down to the floor from the anguish he was feeling.

“No, it’s fine. He won't be any trouble to anyone. Will you asshat?” I asked him as I kicked him with my feet, to which he just groaned.

“Plastic or paper?” she asked sweetly.

“Paper please.” I said as I took my phone and paid for my groceries through apple pay.

“Are you okay? Who is that?” Spencer asked me frantically as he turned me to face him by gently gripping my arm and pulling me towards him. His gaze studied me cautiously at a panicked pace.

“Call 911,” Spencer demanded the cashier who did what he said as he flashed her his FBI badge.

“Wait no,” I said, gripping Spencer’s arm as he turned to look at me confused.

“I handled him, and I am not in the mood of going through a police interrogation, I’ve been through it before and I’d rather not relieve those feelings,” I pleaded to the FBI agent in front of me.

He looked at me as his hands slowly but surely made their way to my face. He cupped my face as his thumb ran over my lips. The interaction between us had brought an obvious blush on my face as my mouth parted and my eyes widened at his actions. The warmth from his hands radiated on my skin, comforting my frantic heartbeat. I gulped as I stared at him not knowing if I should move or if I should say something. 

“...you’re bleeding y/n,” he whispered so quietly as his hand left my face to show the crimson secretion which evaded my skin from the passed out jerks action and now he had accumulated on his thumb.

His caring nature made me oblivious to my own feelings, to my own anxiety. His concern had brought a sense of love and distraught within me that I just succumbed to his words, his gestures, and his suggestions. He had a hold on me as if I was 16 again with a crush. I felt stupid but I felt helplessly infatuated with him.

I looked up to his eyes and nodded at him. Not saying a word. He just smiled back at him and told the cashier to call 911 and an ambulance. 

“Will you stay by my side please.” I plead with him again. Looking at him with wide eyes and a small bit of tears.

“Ofcourse,” He said as he led me to the side of the store. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

As we stood there silently he was observing my body. Looking at me intently. Trying to find where else that orge had hurt me. I took his hands which made him look at me in shock at the nature of my actions.

“I’m fine. All I have is this busted lip and probably some bruises,” I said as I held my wrist that was aching.

“What happened wasn’t fine.” He stated quietly as he took the wrist I was holding. He gently lifted my sleeve to reveal a light red handprint mark being formed.

“In his defense I bruise quite easily,” I joked trying to segue the conversation into a different topic.

“I’m making sure he never gets anywhere near you.” He said to himself more than me as his eyes were trained on my bruise. 

He lightly touched it only for me to take in a small sharp breath. To many the action would have gone unnoticed but for the FBI profiler in front of me, it said enough. It said I was threatened. That I was fragile. Even though I can protect myself, I still am endangered. His eyes were like a tsunami of chaos swirling. His mind was thinking of something as his body became jittery as if he was having an argument inside his head.

“Ma’am are you okay?” Called out an EMT from behind me. He was followed by the old woman cashier.

“I’m-” Before I could complete my sentence Spencer cut in front of me. His rude actions were abrupt but his calm tone of words made him seem in control.

“He busted her lip when he pushed her against the shelf. She also had some bruising due to the utter force he was using whilst he was committing the series of offenses.” He so calmly and authoritatively said.

“Well another ambulance is making its way here and those paramedics will get a check up done on her, we are just going to take the dude that's bleeding to the closest hospital.” The tall tan-skinned man spoke gently as he casually explained the plan to Spencer rather than me.

“Thank you, we’ll wait for them here.” Spencer spoke for me again. I didn't understand why I didn’t stop him from talking for me until I came upon this realization.

Men who have spoken for me, have done so pretending they were making a better choice for me. When Spencer spoke for me, it was to ensure I wasn’t neglecting myself like I was about to do a few seconds ago. He truly put me first in his words and thoughts. 

“Thank you,” I said looking up at him due to how close he was standing to me. His arms were radiating heat, and for some reason the comfort I seeked.

“Yeah no, it’s no problem. I know how easy it is to push yourself away,” He spoke as he straightened his posture and made his way to stand in front of me whilst having his hands in his pocket. 

All I did was smile at him whilst I muttered a small yeah as I nodded my head.

“Good thing you have a friend like me.” He joked leaning in close to me. His forehead is so close to my own. 

I looked up at him and saw how close his eyes were. The harsh shapes and flecks of gold were so obvious against the dull green of his iris. His eyelashes were short but full whilst his eyebrows were bushy but thin. 

“And here is your knight in shining armor,” Said a voice from right beside us.

It was an EMT that I had worked with on a few of the patients he brought in. He always flirted and I always smiled. If he was a stranger in a bar I would’ve been all over him, but I make it a point to keep my work life away from my sex life. Mark Sloan was an inspiration not because he was hot but because of his lifestyle that I did not want.

“Hey there Dr. Heartbreaker,” Flirted the EMT who’s name I didn’t even bother knowing, “I hope you don’t mind your rejection doing some check up on you.” He said as he flashed me with his flashlight at the nod of my head.

His words were making me uncomfortable. For some reason his behavior made me worried about what Spencer may think of me. I looked at Spencer as I smiled at him reassuringly, wanting a positive reaction back from him. But his eyes were trained on the EMT in front of him. His eyes linger on the EMT’s hands as he holds my wrist to examine.

“Where is your glove?” Spencer asked straight up at the EMT who clearly wasn’t wearing any gloves.

“There was a hole in it, so I threw it and didn’t get a chance to get a new one,” The EMT said as he continued looking at my hands. Both of his hands were caressing my fingers in an intimate way, making me flinch at the feeling.

Spencer flashed the EMT his badge.

“Get away from her right now before I arrest you for medical misconduct.” Spencer said as he came closer to the EMT whilst blocking me from him. The creep's hands are no longer touching mine.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, or rather I couldn’t focus on what they were saying. As I was massaging away the feeling of that man’s hand on mine, I was staring at Spencer. His shoulders weren’t too broad or too small. They were perfectly in proportion to his skinny waist. His upper body was definitely big, he had this skinny lean muscle physique to him that made me stare at him harder. I could imagine it.

His body was tall and all tied up on the bed. 

The sweat from his skin is the only sensation that he feels as I suffocate his head between my legs.

Allowing him to taste me while he allows me to ruin him.

“..Fine. I’m taking her to the hospital,” Spencer’s angry shouts broke me out of my little day dream.

“Wait, no.” I spoke as I grabbed Spencer’s shoulder.

He turned around at my touch and I slowly removed my hand as I nodded no to him. 

“It’s getting late, and I am so exhausted that I just want to sleep. Please.” I said to Spencer.

He smiled at me sweetly as he whispered a small sure, before walking out the store with me, my grocery bag in his hands. As we passed the doors of the store I gasped and stopped. Making the tall man crouch down in front of me in worry.

“What? What is it?” He has questioned.

“Your groceries,” I whispered in a small voice as I let worry and guilt wash over my face.

“I can order it tomorrow, it's no trouble,” He spoke as he took my hand to lead me to the car, “Really.” He stated as we were about to cross the street and make it to his car.

As I sat in the car my body felt heavy and my thoughts were weighing on me too. The thoughts of running my hand through this man's hair. The thought of him using a handcuff on me or me using one on him. The thought of me taking off my seatbelt and grabbing this man's face and kissing was the big one.

His protective demeanor was one thing. But his authoritative tone made me lose some form of self respect I had for myself.

As we drove back to the apartment Spencer was quiet. The atmosphere around me was unknowing. Like I couldn't understand what it felt like. In my thoughts I closed my eyes. My breath gained a slow and peaceful pace as some light violin music played in the background. It had been playing the entirety of the ride since we left David’s house but I didn’t focus on it until now. 

In my thoughts the only thing that I wanted to think about was the man driving me home. The same man who had occupied every breathing second and thought for the past four hours of my life. The damn man has made me into a mess without even saying anything relative to sexy to me and yet I’ve had fantasies that are so sinful that holy water wouldn't be enough to quench its thirst.

I don’t know if I am fetishizing Spencer because of his height but I do know that even if he was 5 '4 and acted the same way he acted now, I would have mounted him.

 It’s an aura to him that lulls me towards him. And I genuinely don’t know what else to say.

“..so gorgeous…” His whispered words made my own chaotic and quite anxious thoughts stop.

Snapping my eyes open I looked at him to see he was staring at my sleeping form.

“Did you say something?” I asked him, feigning my ears deaf to the words he had just spoken.

“The tree’s, they look gorgeous with the amber leaves and the dark night sky,” He spoke as he looked out to my side of the windshield. 

Smiling, I looked out and agreed with him through a nod of my head. 

He probably said amber leaves are gorgeous because of her hair.

That ugly jealousy came back into the pit of my stomach at my own thought. The feeling traveling up my stomach and latching itself painfully to my heart that I could feel breaking at the weight of the new feeling.

“Do you like amber leaves because they remind you of her?” I questioned him.

“I think I like amber leaves because they remind me of you.” He said with a smile back.

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Authors note: Yo so like now I want to say more progression and Spencer interactions will happen. Also like be safe out there in the world with creeps. Just saying you dont have to be nice to someone who is making you uncomfortable. Like be loud and be offended, its a known fact that rapists rape people who are easily pushed around due to them reporting the accidents much later and also because they would be quiet. So you know be loud and be offended at creeps, you dont owe them kindness because their intentions are not humane!!!

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-ATLETA BECADO A NIVEL UNIVERSITARIO-

ANÁHUAC VERACRUZ - CONDDE / CONADEIP

Fecha: 20.07.2024

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Maximo Terminel - Básquetbol - Sonora - 2024

Posición: Base, Escolta, Alero , Ala-Pívot

Descripción del atleta

Soy un deportista que comenzó jugando con el equipo de su escuela y en un club a mis 10 años, a los 12 años empecé a jugar en la Liga Municipal (2da Fuerza) con mi escuela, a los 15 tuve mi primer juego en la Primera Fuerza de la Liga Municipal de Caborca y hasta la fecha, tengo experiencia en tanto municipales, estatales, regionales y nacionales.

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Trayectoria deportiva

Estatal Juegos Nacionales Conade 2024 (Hermosillo)

Participación Liga Cibapac

(Turiones de Caborca) (Sub-17) 2 temporadas

Campeón Concurso Triples All-Star Liga Cibapac 2023 (Turiones de Caborca)

Participación Copa Caborca (1er Lugar) (1ra Fuerza) 2023

Participación Torneo Estatal Ademeba (2do lugar) (Navojoa) 2023

Participación Copa Gante (Nogales) 2023 (2do máximo Anotador y 4to máximo Reboteador)

Participación Etapa Estatal CONADE 2005-2006 (Caborca) (2do Lugar) 2023

Participación Copa SXB (Caborca) (2do Lugar) 3 partidos nombrado MVP (2023)

Participación Campamento Paco Cruz Basketball Camp (Nogales) (2022)

Participación Macroregional CONADE (Zacatecas) 2022

Participación Estatal CONADE (1er Lugar) (MVP) 2022 (Hermosillo)

Seleccionado Sonora Nacional Gustavo Ayón 2022

(Cancelado motivos organización)

Seleccionado Nacional ADEMEBA 2022 (Tepic)

Participación Destacada Navideño Obregón, Sonora, Equipo: Selección Sonora (1er Lugar) (MVP) (2022)

Participación Nacional ADEMEBA Pachuca, Hidalgo (2021-2022) (3er lugar)

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Carreras en las que tiene interés:

1.- Ingeniería Industrial

2.- Ingeniería Biomedica

3.- Ingeniería Civil

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Si tienes interés en contactar a Maximo para futuras ofertas de beca deportiva / entrenamientos de prueba contáctanos.

+52 686 307 97 29 -  Gustavo Ibarra - Zukunft Sports Management

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