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kuntprodukt · 3 months ago

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I NEED YOU (I BREATHE YOU)

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Dante Sparda x reader | 18+ MDNI. SMUT, female reader, sugar baby&sugar mommy dynamics, age gap(reader is in her 20s), vaginal sex, unsafe sex, creampie, teasing, blowjob, nipple play, tits sucking, cowgirl position, light feminization.

Summary: Dante isn't the best in the financial field. Too many debts, every cent he gained at missions they slipped through his fingers simply trying to finally close those damn debts - so a good question emerged in his mind; can a man be a sugar baby? At his age? Turns out the only woman that wants him is younger than him.

notes: this is unplanned and a quick fic, wrote it without too much thought and i didnt even proofread it so if you see mistakes then you are wrong and ignore them, english isnt my first language anyway. reblogs, asks or comments and any kind of interractions are really appreciated!

Dante isn't the best in the financial field, doesn’t mean he is dumb - last time he opened a dictionary the definition of smart didn’t include the ability to manage one's money well. Too many debts, every cent he gained at missions they slipped through his fingers like sand by paying too much stuff and trying to finally close those damn debts - any good bank would tell him to fuck off and ban him from even thinking about setting the foot there.

So a good question emerged in his mind; can a man be a sugar baby? At his age? Only sugar babies he heard of were young women in awful financial need or just with daddy issues. Jackpot! Hit the bullseye - he is both, with an additional bonus of mommy issues, if not worse. There shouldn't be a sex discrimination, men can work for those money not worse than women, surely there would be a woman of his age - in need of a good dick and waste her money.

Turns out the only woman that wants him is younger than him. By 20 years. Where the fuck do you get money? Daddy’s money, probably. He wishes that's not true cause at his 43 the less drama from strangers the better it is. And he just wants to throw those debts in the bin finally. Perhaps there is some kind of sugar baby chain he isn't aware of? Patience and silence, Dante, money doesn't like shit talking - and you are too perfect for him, so fucking eager to feel his hands on your pretty body. This is weird, unusual even - companionship for such a pretty tight piece while you could find any other better man than whatever the mess he is.

And you like him too much for a sugar mommy. God, can he even call you like that? Mommy. Sugar. Sweet like one, but not a mom. Yet. His coat collection became richer than before, some stuff he'd never wear, but it is a nice thing to have - just to watch or give it to Nero, boy clearly doesn't believe Dante found someone finally. Maybe some devils were just too much into fashion.

“Did you rob a bank? What the fuck, Dante?” Nero frowns at the sight of another new coat on Dante, leather one - not those used and already patched leather, like rings of cut tree showing their age. No-no, this one hugs his shoulders nicely and if he even bothered to button it then the curve of his waist would be hugged nicely. “Since when is there a big demand for you?”

“Or maybe someone learnt how to settle down“ Trish would poke at him, ambiguously raising her eyebrow. Damn her.

“Ehhh… who knows,” Dante shrugs. She eyes his face, probably already caught his uncertainty. Uncertain if he even should tell his sugar mommy to them - you. Young, god, they’d think he is a creep - like raunchy magazines weren't already enough.

Too many doubts, Dante, one should be grateful for money in exchange his dick would get wet so easily, of course, little to complain. Rent gets paid with debts, other additional stuff is just a nice dessert.

Maybe Dante likes this too much than he is supposed to.

His heart melts everytime your head lays in his lap, while he is on the couch, doing jack shit - “watching” some crappy movies (no raunchy magazine with you, he isn't sure if you would have approved those) and drinking beer - not the cheapest, the best one. The curves of your hair in his laps, luring him to rest his hand on you, brush away the curls from your face to see your half lidded gaze settled on him and feel the warmth of your silk skin. Curling like a cat, trying to draw out of his warmth before returning it back by sucking him dry.

“What are you watching?” your voice pulls him out of the trance you've given him just with your presence. Somehow he doesn't even know himself, his eyes dart to the screen that has been illuminating your bodies for a good hour. A cheap movie with a bimbo with over exaggerated curves and some cliche muscular hero - it’d be a miracle if those actors didn't end up washed up after two years of their career.

“Whatever on the TV” He shrugs, not wanting to admit he just put some crap. It is good food for your brains after a hard day. You hum mindlessly, as your fingers creep up under his shirt to feel his skin better. And he shivers, going straight to his cock with the image of you kissing his happy trail just to take his dick in your mouth. Sweet, better than magazines - they dont suck him off as you do, nor do they get wet his dick.

“Doesn't sound fun” Dante raises his eyebrow at your words, taking a quick sip of his beer.

“What’s fun for you?” His finger pokes on your forehead “I believe I’m fun enough”

“Not shitty movie with bimbos and beer clearly”

Dante stays silent, purses his lip thoughtfully,- more like a disapproval. He can't really voice it. But you are right.

“Baby” your hand raises his shirt, his abs tense after getting exposed to the air and your gaze. Your fingers brush on the hard surface, squared shapes on his stomach are so pleasant to trace your finger tip on - lower and lower to his white happy trail like a sign guiding your eyes to the zipper of his jeans. Unzip me! Like a present.

“Mmm?” Baby… Baby, b-a-b-y… Baby, - god he likes this so much, how it rolls on your tongue like a candy melting slowly just to leave a cavity - the one he wouldn’t get rid off. His cock throbs beneath the fabric.

“I have a present for yoouuu” And you have all his attention now, even more than before. He hopes it is something expensive or just cash - not that he doesn't like gifts, it’d be sad to sell them and unlikely he will anyway.

You sit up, pulling out a long little dark object, he has seen it multiple times - lipstick, Trish uses identical one. It makes him feel weird.

“What's that for?” Dante raises his eyebrow. Pop! It opens and slides out a sharp tip with the pretty cold red color. He isn't the expert here, but looks like a new buy - smells nice too.

You don't answer. Your fingers grip his cheeks, squeezing them to purse his lips with a glee smile on your own.

The curve of the lipstick presses on his lip, slowly sliding side to side and covering his slightly dry skin with a new color - your eyes lit up, like he has never seen before in you, getting off of the sight of lipstick on him and he can’t even say anything. Another pop! And something next to his eyes - trying not to blink too much, but he will be judged tonight cause it feels impossible. His eyelashes and eyes aren't used to the mascara.

“You look gorgeous,” your eyes scan his face, finally finishing your job. “Maybe we should go to some places too..” You slip lower. “Some expensive restaurant,” On your knees in front of him now. “Maybe with a dress too, like a pretty girl.”

Dante’s eyes are set on you in between his spread legs, caressing his hardening cock under the jeans before they free it. Unzip, unbutton and tug on his boxers - easy, simple. And he groans just from the anticipation. His cock bobs up to his hip, hard flesh with trimmed pubes - he isn’t a teenager to even care about his or someone’s body hair. And you don't seem to mind. Your gaze traces his cock, the red tip with an already formed bead of pre-cum on the slit, flinching under your gaze as a plea for your mouth to wrap and taste the light bitterness on your tongue. To trace his tip and underneath it with your tongue, slowly moving to the base and to feel the prominent vein of his cock pulse before cumming in your mouth.

Your palm curls on his cock, gripping it steady and Dante can see a new manicure - pretty, dark red with a sharp kitty-like shape slowly stroking his dick.

“Pretty nails..” He lets out and you sparkle up like a Christmas tree - a subtle detail can easily excite you, reminding him how young you are. Confirming his theory too - you may have daddy issues too.

Your lips press against his tip, slowly kissing around it. What a tease for him, your tongue peeks out to lick away precum his tip leaks before sinking your mouth on his cock. The warm and wet heat of your mouth envelops it, your tongue flicks along the shaft. Dante can feel himself getting harder and his hips buck back in response, letting quiet groans.

Briefly his tip brushes at the back of your throat, forcing another buck of his hips into your mouth before it pulls away from his cock. You cough slightly, having a hard time to take him entirely in your mouth - deepthroating isn't the born talent, more like an acquired skill. Dante pats your cheek with a cocky smirk.

“Don't bite off more than you can chew, doll” His hand creeps in your hair to push you up. Your lips are puffier than before, glistening with the saliva and the sight makes his cock throb painfully. His cock twitches in the air.

“Fuck, come on” Dante grunts, too impatient, pulling you up and his fingers dip in your plush thighs, the skin squeezes softly in between free space of them. “Your gorgeous girl needs to feel your pussy” He smirks, leaning back on the couch. “You wouldn’t deny me, right?”

You straddle him, your pussy hovers over his wet cock, as his arms snake around your waist - slowly pushing your hips lower: his tip nudges your hole, slipping inside and burying himself deep inside you. Warmer, wetter and so much better than your mouth, your walls stretch around him so right, gripping his hard skin tightly - surely you will feel every little curve of his cock inside you. Pressing and hitting your g-spot is so good too, like you were born to have him inside your pussy - or vice versa, he was born to be used by you. Your hips roll together with your body, it arches into him, his cock sinks deeper into your pussy and your clit grinds against his pubic bone - coaxing more moans out of you, as his arm slowly coils around your waist to pull you closer.

Your tits bounce so well in front of his face - in the sea of pleasure he leans in to bury his face in them. Slowly kissing and biting on the plush surface, coaxing more moans with a sweet perfect arch of your back. His hand creeps up to knead your boob, while sucking on the nipple of the other. Hard bud against his tongue, slowly sucking on it. Light bite, while his eyes are set on your expression twisted in pleasure. He could die here and now - but satisfied and fulfilled as a man.

He can feel his balls tighten easily, slapping against your ass as you keep riding him. So close, you are too, after all his playing with your tits didnt go to waste. Your pussy clenches tighter his cock, signaling your own orgasm is approaching too. His hips bucked up to meet yours in a messy pace as everything became more and more overwhelming. With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, giving last and soft kisses to your tits. Your body shudders eventually too, your walls spasm harder around him as the crushing wave of orgasm hits you, pleasant shockwaves dumb every bad thought in the head. His cock throbbed, finally spurting ropes of cum into you. You rest on him. Your heavy breathings feel the room, no more flesh-hitting and wet sounds, just you and the forgotten movie rolling on the tv - some crap dialogues in the background you both don't care about.

Dante was last to get hold of himself, you leaning back brought him back to you. Your hair sticks to your skin, forming wavy forms and giving a much cuter look he has never seen you having before. Something is missing.

“No kissing for your best girl?” Dante teases again, a toothy smile on his face flashed from sex and you notice his lipstick got smeared and messy without your ministrations. A sparkle of jealousy, or whatever it is. Not sure why and from where. Your hand runs through his white strands just to grip and crush your lips into his. Smearing even more the lipstick on his mouth, but this time tainting yours too with that pretty red. His mouth opens to deepen the kiss, tongue brushes at the seam of your lips just to end up denied and pulled away from you just to meet your own toothy grin dirtied with lipstick.

Huh, seems like he ended up kissblocked. Not cockblocked, at this point uncertain what's better end for him.

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eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove · 2 years ago

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Bat-Boys in Bed

I couldn’t find a good gif, sue me

Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.

He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.

I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.

Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.

Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”

I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.

He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.

Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.

He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.

I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.

Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.

Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.

I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).

This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.

Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.

You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.

Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.

Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.

Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.

I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.

That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.

Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!

Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.

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hereforuconnwbb · 3 months ago

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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 3

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 5.2k

warning: language

firstly i js wanted to say that yall NEED to check out @pazzispizookies series !! its genuinely soooo so so good and deserves all the love 🫶🏽

heres chap 3 for yall !!! i tried to follow ur guys suggestions so i hope its alr 😭 idk if its good but um yur hopefully u guys like it 🤞🏽

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“Yo, let’s go,” Aubrey called, tugging her hoodie on as she stepped into the hallway of their dorm. “Class isn’t gonna wait for your little daydream.”

Paige looked up from her phone, blinking like she’d been caught red-handed. “I’m coming,” she said, stuffing the phone in her pocket even though she hadn’t actually been doing anything on it. Just… staring at the home screen.

Aubrey eyed her suspiciously but said nothing.

The morning was crisp as they stepped outside, the sun still low enough to cast long shadows across campus. They walked side by side, feet crunching over gravel and dead leaves, the quiet broken only by the occasional chirp of birds or the distant hum of early lectures starting.

“So,” Aubrey said casually, kicking at a small rock on the path. “You gonna tell me how yesterday went?”

Paige frowned. “Yesterday?”

Aubrey gave her a look. “Don’t play dumb. Azzi. Tutoring. Ringing any bells?”

“Oh,” Paige said quickly. “That.”

“Yes, that. You had a whole session with your little brainiac crush and didn’t text me once after. I was starting to think you died mid-equation or something.”

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small grin that tugged at her lips. “It was fine.”

Aubrey laughed. “Fine? That’s the best you’ve got? C’mon, spill. You were losing your shit about it before you left. I need a play-by-play.”

Paige let out a breath, hands shoved deep in her pockets. “Okay. It actually wasn’t terrible. She’s really good at explaining stuff. Like, not just smart-smart, well she is, but actually patient. Broke things down in a way that made sense. We ran through some practice questions, and I didn’t feel like a complete idiot for once.”

Aubrey gave her a small nudge with her elbow. “Proud of you, mathlete.”

“I’m serious,” Paige said. “It was… kinda nice. I got one of the problems right without help, and she seemed genuinely impressed.”

Aubrey grinned. “You sound like you just got a gold star.”

Paige ignored the teasing. “She even said I was improving.”

“Well damn,” Aubrey said, mockingly putting a hand over her heart. “Growth.”

Paige chuckled under her breath, eyes on the path. “But yeah, it wasn’t awkward. Which I was worried about.”

“So you two talked?”

“A bit,” Paige admitted. “Nothing crazy. I asked her when she wanted to meet again for our next session and she said tomorrow works but I forgot when, so… um yeah that’s the plan.”

Aubrey smirked. “Look at you already booking the sequel.”

Paige groaned. “It’s tutoring, not a date.”

“Sure,” Aubrey said, clearly unconvinced.

Paige shook her head but didn’t argue. Not out loud, at least.

Aubrey gave her a side glance. “So… did you find out anything interesting about her? Or were y’all just buried in notebooks the whole time?”

Paige hesitated. “Actually… she told me she used to play basketball.”

That made Aubrey blink. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” Paige nodded. “Said she played in high school but stopped after losing love and motivation for the game. Didn’t go into too much detail, but she mentioned it when we took a little mental break. She gets what it’s like to balance stuff.”

“Damn. That’s kinda wild,” Aubrey said. “No wonder she seems like she’scool under pressure. Probably used to high-stakes shit.”

Paige smiled a little at that. “Yeah. It was unexpected, though. I don’t know why, but I didn’t picture her as the athlete type.”

“Well,” Aubrey said, throwing an arm loosely over Paige’s shoulder as they kept walking, “you also didn’t picture her being pretty until she was sitting three feet from you helping you solve for equations.”

Paige groaned again, louder this time. “Can we not do this right now?”

Aubrey just laughed. “Hey, I'm not even judging. I’m just saying, it’s cute. You like her brain and her face. Classic.”

“I barely know her,” Paige muttered.

“And yet you were smiling like an idiot just now thinking about her.”

Paige elbowed her. “Shut up.”

They kept walking, but Aubrey glanced over, her voice quieter. “You really do like her, huh?”

Paige didn’t answer right away. She just shrugged, eyes on the concrete.

“I dunno,” she finally said. “She’s cool. She’s smart. And she… I don’t know. She’s just different. In a good way. She’s not weird about me being on the team or whatever. Doesn’t treat me like I’m some—”

“Celebrity?”

Paige nodded. “Yeah. I had a moment with some fans yesterday and she just stood back and watched. Didn’t look annoyed or anything. Just… kinda curious.”

Aubrey raised an eyebrow. “Curious how?”

Paige’s cheeks flushed slightly. “She said I surprised her. Said I wasn’t like she expected.”

Aubrey looked smug now. “Oh? And how exactly did she expect you to be?”

“Apparently like a stuck-up diva,” Paige said dryly. “Big-time athlete energy.”

Aubrey burst out laughing. “Oh my. She thought you were gonna be one of those ‘don’t-look-me-in-the-eye’ types?”

Paige grinned reluctantly. “Something like that.”

“Well,” Aubrey said, nudging her. “At least she thinks you’re better than you look.”

“Oh well, thanks.”

“I’m just saying. Sounds like you’re making a decent impression.”

Paige exhaled slowly. “I don’t think she sees me like that, though.”

Aubrey was quiet for a moment. “How do you mean?”

“I dunno. She’s nice. And I think we’re getting along. But she’s… I don’t know. Neutral. In a good way. Like, focused. She’s not flirty or anything.”

“Well, you’ve known her what? 2 days?”

“Exactly,” Paige said. “It’s not like I’m trying to rush anything.”

Aubrey bumped her shoulder. “Still. Don’t count yourself out. You’re a catch.”

Paige gave her a look. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love me.”

Unfortunately, she wasn’t wrong.

They reached the building just as the first bell rang in the distance. Paige reached for the door, then paused.

“Thanks, though,” she said. “For listening.”

Aubrey smiled. “Anytime. You better keep me posted after your next session.”

Paige opened the door and held it for her. “No promises.”

“You mean yes, then.”

“Shut up.”

They both stepped inside, laughter echoing down the hallway.

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“I’m still waiting,” Caroline said, sliding into her seat next to Azzi with the casual confidence of someone who knew she’d get answers eventually.

Azzi blinked, startled out of her thoughts as she adjusted her hoodie sleeve and sat up straighter. “For what?”

Caroline gave her a look. “Don’t play dumb. The session. You and Paige. Yesterday. How’d it go?”

Azzi hesitated, eyes flicking toward the front of the room where the professor was still getting the slides set up. “It was fine.”

“Fine?” Caroline scoffed. “Cmon, you know I’m not accepting a dry little ‘fine’ when you were tutoring Paige Bueckers. The girl who usually ghosts help like it’s contagious? She showed up for tutoring. With you. Spill.”

Azzi smiled a little despite herself, glancing down at her open notebook, though she hadn’t written anything yet. “I mean, she showed up. On time. Sat across from me and listened.”

Caroline raised a brow. “And?”

“And she was… not what I expected.”

Caroline leaned in, grinning now. “How so?”

Azzi let out a small breath and tried to find the words. “She wasn’t super talkative. Kind of quiet, actually. But like, in a sweet way. She didn’t pretend to understand everything like I thought she would. She was just… really present. Asked questions, paid attention.”

“Hmm,” Caroline said, nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, that tracks.”

Azzi tilted her head. “How so?”

“That’s what I meant the other day,” Caroline said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Paige usually has this… front. All confident and cocky and loud. But around certain people, she’s different. Calmer. Like she’s letting her guard down a bit.”

Azzi blinked, thinking back. “She definitely wasn’t cocky. I mean, she joked a little at the start, but mostly she was just focused. Or, at least she tried to be.”

“Tried?” Caroline asked.

Azzi hesitated again. “There were a few moments where… I caught her staring.”

Caroline’s brows shot up. “Staring?”

“Not like—” Azzi shook her head quickly. “Not in a weird way. Just… I’d be explaining something, and I’d pause to check if she was following, and she’d already be looking at me. Kinda like she forgot she was supposed to be paying attention to the material.”

Caroline smirked. “Okayyyy.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe she was zoning out. People do that all the time.”

“Paige doesn’t zone out when someone’s talking to her face,” Caroline said. “Unless that person’s, you know… distracting.”

Azzi gave her a dry look. “You’re impossible.”

Caroline held up her hands. “I’m just saying. Besides, you don’t seem bothered.”

“I wasn’t,” Azzi said honestly, twirling her pen between her fingers. “It was just… surprising. She’s sweet. More than I expected.”

There was a brief pause before Caroline asked, “Did she seem nervous?”

Azzi thought about it. “A little. But I couldn’t tell if it was about the subject or just… the situation.”

Caroline grinned. “Probably both.”

Azzi smiled faintly, but her mind was already slipping back to that part when Jace had walked up near the end of their session.

“Oh,” she added suddenly. “And there was this moment Jace came by.”

Caroline groaned immediately. “Ugh. That idiot. Let me guess. Trying to ‘schedule’ another session?”

Azzi snorted. “Yeah. I tutor him too.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. “He’s the worst. If he’s not hitting on someone, he’s talking about himself.”

“Well…” Azzi shrugged. “He’s not that bad… Well, so far.”

Caroline looked at her like she was delusional. “Az, he once asked me if I thought he could ‘go pro in looks alone.’ That wasn’t a joke. Be for real.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “Fair.”

“What happened when he came over?”

Azzi hesitated. “Paige got kind of… stiff? I don’t know. At first I thought she just didn’t like him, oh well I mean she doesn't but then when he asked about our next session, she got a little defensive.”

Caroline blinked. “Defensive how?”

“She was just short with him. Told me he’s a ‘walking ego’ and a ‘player’ and that I should be careful.”

Caroline sat back slowly, eyebrows high. “Oooooo. Ok, Miss Protective Energy.”

Azzi glanced down, thoughtful. “I don’t think she meant it to come off so strong. She apologized after, kind of awkwardly. Said it came out weird.”

“But you noticed it,” Caroline said, nudging her lightly.

“I did,” Azzi admitted. “It just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting her to care that much.”

“She probably doesn’t even know why she cares that much yet,” Caroline murmured, like she was mostly talking to herself.

Azzi didn’t respond. She wasn’t about to overanalyze someone she’d only just started getting to know. She wasn’t crushing on Paige, and Paige hadn’t exactly been flirting—at least not directly. It was all so new and tentative. Still in that weird space between strangers and something else.

But she could admit this much to herself, Paige Bueckers was sweet. A little awkward. And maybe, just maybe, there was something about the way she looked at Azzi that didn’t feel entirely academic.

Azzi tapped her pen against her notebook and finally wrote a heading at the top of the page as the lecture began. It didn’t mean anything. Not yet.

It was just tutoring.

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The library was warm and quiet, sunlight slicing through the tall windows and falling across the long tables. Azzi sat curled in a small booth tucked near the back, one leg folded underneath her and a textbook open in front of her, though she hadn’t read the same paragraph three times already.

Caroline plopped down across from her, chin in her hand, no book or laptop in sight.

“You don’t have to wait with me,” Azzi said, glancing up.

“Yeah, well, I’m not about to let you sit here alone while Jace ‘Mr. I Bench More Than I Read’ McCallister slides in with his axe smell and stupid smirk,” Caroline replied. “I’m providing moral support.”

Azzi laughed softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Caroline perked up and leaned forward, eyes narrowing toward the open space on the other side of the library. “Hey. Look who’s here.”

Azzi followed her gaze and immediately spotted Paige—sitting at a big round table with KK, Ice, and Aubrey, all of them surrounded by a few classmates. Paige was laughing about something, one leg stretched out, gesturing wildly with her hands while she told a story. Her voice carried that familiar rasp lifting over the quiet library hum.

“Is she always like that?” Azzi asked, watching as Paige bumped shoulders with Ice and tossed her head back laughing.

“That,” Caroline said, pointing with her eyes, “is what I meant. That’s Paige in her default mode. Loud, confident, knows she’s hot shit and plays into it.”

Azzi frowned slightly, watching her. “She wasn’t like that with me.”

“Exactly,” Caroline said, voice low but knowing. “Two days ago, when you met her? She could barely make eye contact. Yesterday from what you told me? Nervous. Kinda flustered. Sat still and actually listened. That version?” She nodded toward the table “That's classic Paige.”

Azzi blinked, studying the difference. “It’s like… two different people.”

“Not two different people,” Caroline corrected. “Just two sides of her. One’s the mask. The other comes out around people who get under her skin.”

Azzi hummed quietly and looked down at her book. She didn’t know what it meant, or if it even meant anything. But it was noticeable. Paige was easy and loud over there, commanding the space. With Azzi, she’d been soft. Still funny, but careful. A little unsure.

“You think she does that around anyone else?” Azzi asked quietly.

“Nope,” Caroline said instantly. “Not like that.”

Before Azzi could respond, a sudden weight dropped next to her in the booth, and an all-too-familiar voice chimed in, entirely too close to her ear.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting, star student.”

Azzi nearly jumped, turning to see Jace sliding in like he owned the damn seat, pressing up against her like there weren’t several feet of empty space. His stupid, cocky smile was already in place. Worse, his arm flopped casually around the back of the booth, his hand barely brushing her shoulder.

“Geez, Jace,” Azzi muttered, inching slightly away, but there was nowhere to go.

Caroline, across the booth, didn’t even try to hide her disgust.

“Could you not?” she said flatly, eyes locking onto Jace like she was ready to start swinging. “Get your nasty ass arm off her.”

Jace blinked, grinning, clearly thinking it was a joke.

Caroline didn’t smile. “I’m not fucking around, either. You smell like a Hollister clearance bin and desperation.”

Azzi smothered a laugh behind her hand as Jace chuckled awkwardly and finally removed his arm.

“Alright, damn,” he muttered. “Didn’t know I needed permission to sit.”

“You don’t,” Caroline said, standing. “You just need manners. Something you clearly skipped in whatever athlete orientation you fumbled through.”

She grabbed her water bottle and gave Azzi a look. “Text me when you’re done. Don’t let him breathe on you too long. Might lower your IQ.”

“Thanks for the support,” Azzi said with a small smile as Caroline walked off.

Jace looked after her and scoffed. “What’s her problem?”

Azzi turned back to her notebook and flipped to a fresh page. “You, mostly.”

He laughed again like he wasn’t offended, leaning back as he stretched his legs under the table. “You ready to work?”

Azzi didn’t respond, instead just clicked her pen and looked at him with a tired expression.

“Let’s just start with this bit.”

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The session had been going for maybe 20 minutes, but it felt like an hour.

Azzi kept her eyes on her notebook, trying to focus on equations and numbers, but it was hard when Jace kept leaning in like she was whispering secrets instead of solving problems.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, squinting at the paper in front of him. “You sure this is right? I swear you’re making this up.”

Azzi didn’t look up. “It’s literally the textbook example.”

Jace huffed. “Yeah, but you didn’t even check a calculator. You just… knew it.” He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice like it was some compliment. “Kinda hot how smart you are.”

Azzi’s grip on her pen tightened. She forced a polite smile. “It’s basic algebra.”

“Mmm,” he said, still too close. “You make it look good.”

She shifted, sliding her notebook slightly to the left to put more space between them. “Let’s move on to the next one.”

Meanwhile, across the library, Paige had just caught sight of them.

She froze mid-sentence, eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Jace lean closer again, like Azzi had said something hilarious. She didn’t even realize she’d stopped talking until Ice nudged her leg under the table.

“You good?” Ice asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, what?” Paige blinked, tearing her eyes away.

KK turned around and followed her gaze instantly. “Ugh,” she muttered. “Is that Jace over there?”

Aubrey leaned across the table. “Yeah. With Azzi.” Her voice dipped slightly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Paige said quickly. Too quickly.

KK snorted. “He’s so gross.”

“Right?” Ice added. “Why does he talk like he’s in a bad teen romcom?”

“I’m pretty sure he actually told someone last week that he’s ‘a beast at math’ and then failed a pop quiz,” Aubrey said, rolling her eyes.

Paige tried to look unbothered, but her jaw was tight.

“Seriously though,” Aubrey said, softer now. “You look like you’re gonna launch a textbook across the room.”

Paige forced a laugh. “I’m not jealous, ok? She’s just tutoring him.”

“No one said anything about being jealous,” Aubrey replied with a sly smile. “But now that you brought it up…”

“I said I’m not,” Paige muttered, shifting in her seat.

KK leaned in, grinning. “It’s giving jealousy in denial. Just saying.”

“Guys,” Paige groaned.

“She’s tutoring him and he’s being a creep,” Ice said plainly. “I’d be annoyed too.”

“I’m not annoyed,” Paige insisted, but her eyes drifted back to the table again just in time to see Jace make some exaggerated arm stretch that “accidentally” brushed Azzi’s shoulder again.

Paige’s nostrils flared. “I hate him.”

“Ah,” KK said with a grin. “There it is.”

Meanwhile, back at Azzi’s table, the vibe had not improved.

Jace leaned back, arms spread across the booth like he was chilling in a hot tub. “So like, what do you even do for fun when you’re not crunching numbers?”

Azzi didn’t look up. “Read. Study. Watch movies.”

“You should come to one of my parties sometime,” he said, flashing a grin. “Bet you’d loosen up after a drink or two.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “I don’t drink.”

Jace chuckled like she was joking. “Cmon, you’re not that much of a nerd, are you?”

Azzi’s mouth opened slightly, ready to respond, but she was interrupted by a familiar voice approaching from behind.

“Thank god I came back.”

Caroline dropped into the booth beside Jace, her face a picture of calm disdain. “My class got canceled. But it looks like I’m just in time to keep you from spontaneously combusting from secondhand stupidity.”

Jace blinked at her. “You’re back? Damn, I was just getting into a rhythm.”

Caroline smiled sweetly. “Yeah, and that rhythm’s offbeat and annoying.”

Azzi coughed to hide her laugh.

Jace looked between them, confused but still trying. “Alright, alright, let’s get back to it. What’s this one?” He tapped a question Azzi had written down. “Why the hell are there letters in this?”

“It’s variables,” Azzi said. “You’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, but it’s like—when do you even use this in real life?”

Caroline didn’t miss a beat. “Hopefully never. Especially if you’re behind the wheel of a moving vehicle.”

He shot her a look. “You’re hilarious.”

“I know,” she smiled. “And not failing algebra.”

Azzi couldn’t help it, she snorted, finally meeting Caroline’s eyes for a second, grateful.

Jace leaned over again, and Caroline immediately pointed a pen at him like a weapon. “Back up. She’s trying to teach you, not catch your whatever axe spray fumes.”

“Geez,” Jace muttered, finally leaning away, sulking a bit.

Paige, still watching from the other side of the library, cracked a small grin as she saw Caroline push Jace’s textbook closer to him and reposition the notebook so Azzi didn’t have to keep shifting away. She didn’t even care if it looked obvious anymore. She was watching with her chin on her hand, eyes fixed on the little booth in the back like it was playing out in slow motion.

“She’s fine,” Aubrey said gently. “She’s got backup now.”

“Yeah,” Paige said, sitting up again. “I know.”

But her knee was still bouncing under the table.

And even though she kept telling herself it was just tutoring… that didn’t stop the annoying little heat crawling up her spine whenever Jace smiled at Azzi like she was some prize to win.

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The bounce in Paige’s knee hadn’t stopped. She tried to stay chill, to tune back into whatever Ice was rambling about across the table, but her attention was magnetized to the back of the library like it had its own damn gravity. And Jace’s face? It made her want to commit minor crimes.

“I’ll be back,” she muttered suddenly, pushing back from her seat.

Aubrey looked up. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom,” Paige said, already moving.

The hallway to the restrooms wasn’t far, unfortunately for her blood pressure tt curved past the quiet study booths in the back, which meant she had to walk right by Azzi, Caroline, and Captain Walking Red Flag. She kept her gaze forward the whole way in, ignoring the flare of irritation in her chest when Jace laughed too loudly at something Azzi clearly hadn’t found funny.

Inside the bathroom, Paige splashed cold water on her face. You’re chill. You’re fine. You’re not mad. You’re not jealous. She stared at herself in the mirror and muttered, “You’re just normal. Totally normal.”

By the time she stepped out, she had composed herself or so she thought.

Caroline spotted her first. “Hey, Bueckers.”

Azzi’s head popped up, her face lighting up just a little. “Hi.”

Paige smiled—real, maybe a little shy, but real. “Hey,” she said back, eyes flicking to Azzi, then Caroline… and very pointedly skipping over Jace entirely.

That silence didn’t go unnoticed.

“Well hello to you too, Bueckers,” Jace drawled, leaning on the edge of the booth like he thought he was in a GQ shoot. “Don’t strain yourself or anything.”

Without missing a beat, Caroline deadpanned, “Shut the fuck up, Jace.”

Azzi tried, but failed to hide her smile behind her water bottle.

Paige smirked. “Didn’t even see you there,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Guess you really are forgettable.”

Jace’s grin faltered. Caroline snorted.

Paige turned slightly toward Azzi, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Uh, are we still good for our session tomorrow?”

Azzi nodded, already pulling out her planner. “Yeah, definitely.”

“What time works for you? I’m not too sure if we worked on one yesterday.” Paige asked, and if her voice cracked the tiniest bit, she hoped no one noticed. “I’ve got practice in the afternoon, so I’ll be wiped by like, 3.”

Azzi smiled thoughtfully, pen tapping her page. “Want to do it early in the evening? Cause I know you have a game the following day. So like, 7?”

“Yeah,” Paige nodded quickly. “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

Azzi hesitated a second, then added, “If you’re okay with it… we could do it at my dorm this time? Cause you know… It'll be too late for the library.”

“Sure,” Paige said, a little too fast. Then she caught herself and coughed lightly. “I mean, yeah. That sounds chill.”

Jace perked up again. “Damn, why didn’t I get the dorm invite? Could’ve made it a fun time.”

Caroline and Paige without even glancing at each other both said at the exact same time

“Because no one wants to catch secondhand brain rot.”

There was a pause.

And then they both cracked.

Paige wheezed. Caroline slapped the table and leaned back laughing. They reached over and dapped each other up like it was the easiest alley-oop in the world.

Azzi looked between them, eyes wide with amusement, and then glanced at Caroline who was now giving her that look. The one she gave earlier, the one that screamed: See what I meant? She’s different around you.

Azzi raised an eyebrow slightly, and Paige, still chuckling, looked back and forth between them.

“What?” she asked, a little breathless.

“Nothing,” Caroline said, drawing out the word with a grin.

Azzi just shrugged innocently. “Nothing,” she echoed, but her lips twitched.

Paige squinted. “You guys are pre’ weird.”

Before either of them could respond, Jace scoffed from the corner. “Yo, Bueckers, you done with your stand-up set or…?”

Paige didn’t even blink.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you were still here. You blend in so well with all the other mistakes.”

Caroline howled.

Even Azzi had to press her lips together to keep from laughing out loud.

Jace blinked, clearly flustered now. “Damn, you got jokes, huh?”

Paige gave him a deadpan look. “Nah, I’ve got patience. And it’s running out.”

Caroline slammed her hand on the table, cackling now. “She’s killing you, bro. Stop talking before she ends your bloodline.”

“Yall wild,” Jace muttered, clearly retreating now.

Paige just smirked. “See you tomorrow, Azzi,” she said, her voice softening a little as she glanced at her.

Azzi nodded, still half-smiling. “See you.”

“Bye, Caroline,” Paige added, already walking away.

Caroline shot finger guns in response. “Keep roasting creeps, Bueckers.”

And as Paige made her way back around the corner, the bounce in her step had returned but this time, it wasn’t frustration keeping her moving.

It was satisfaction. And maybe just a tiny bit of butterflies.

As soon as Paige rounded the corner and slid back into her seat, Aubrey’s eyebrows shot up. She had her arms crossed, chin resting on her fist like she was watching a live episode of Library Drama: Bueckers Edition.

“So…” Aubrey dragged the word out, voice way too casual. “What the hell was that?”

Paige blinked, all fake innocence. “What was what?”

“That little stand-up routine you just dropped back there,” Aubrey said, eyes narrowing. “The way you and Caroline just mind-melded into synchronized murder mode? You were cackling, bro. Like, full-body shaking. I thought someone was dying.”

KK looked up from her phone across the table. “Wait, what happened?”

“Yeah,” Ice chimed in, scooting her chair in closer. “You disappeared and came back grinning like the Grinch. Spill it.”

Paige tried to play it cool, slouching in her chair. “Nothing. Jace was just being Jace.”

“Ohhhh,” Ice said knowingly, dragging out the word like she already knew where this was headed. “Was he tryna talking to her?”

Paige didn’t respond fast enough. That was all the confirmation they needed.

Aubrey leaned forward, grinning. “So he was flirting again?”

“More like… delusional,” Paige muttered, picking at a tear in the knee of her jeans. “Said some dumb shit. Caroline shut him down first. I just followed her lead.”

“Followed her lead, my ass,” KK snorted. “Caroline’s probably still wheezing. What’d you say?”

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smirk. “I told him he blends in with other mistakes.”

“OH MY GOD YOU LEGEND BUECKERS,” Ice shouted, slapping the table so hard the girl at the next table flinched so hard. “You did not!”

“I did,” Paige said proudly. “And before that? Caroline and I said the exact same insult at the exact same time.”

KK whistled. “You tag-teamed his ass.”

“Azzi looked like she was trying not to laugh,” Aubrey added with a sly glance. “Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

Paige’s expression tightened, but she played it off. “I mean, it was funny.”

Aubrey smirked. “It was you.”

Meanwhile, back at the booth in the far corner of the library, Jace was still planted at the edge of the table like he hadn’t just gotten cooked in front of half the library. But his smile was more forced now, his swagger cracked around the edges.

Caroline glanced at Azzi, who had gone quiet, eyes locked on her notes but clearly not seeing a damn thing.

“Can we go over that thing from earlier again?” Jace asked, sliding his chair an inch closer. “The part about… um, the coefficients?”

Azzi blinked and looked up. “We covered that ten minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t paying attention,” he said with a grin that he probably thought was charming.

Caroline groaned audibly. “You’re not supposed to admit that.”

Azzi forced a small smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Okay… so you take the coefficient—”

Jace wasn’t listening. He was watching her mouth, leaning in just a little too close.

Caroline noticed immediately. “You good, Az?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She tried to refocus, pointing at a formula. “So here, this number is distributed—”

“Damn, you must tutor a lot of people,” Jace interrupted, his voice lower now. “Bet you’ve got a line.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

“Like, I get it,” he said, smirking. “Smart, cute, helpful. That’s a whole fantasy package.”

Azzi sat back slightly, her expression turning colder. “We’re studying. I’m tutoring you”

“I know,” Jace said, hands up like he was innocent. “I’m just saying, you’re probably breaking hearts all over campus.”

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “Seriously, dude?”

“What?” he said, like he hadn’t just turned a tutoring session into a bad pickup attempt. “I’m just being friendly.”

Azzi looked down at her notebook, then slowly closed it.

Jace blinked. “Wait, are we done?”

“Yeah,” Azzi said, her voice sharp but polite. “We’ve covered what we needed to, and you’re clearly not here to learn.”

Caroline crossed her arms with a smirk. “Took the words right outta my mouth.”

Jace sat back, scoffing like he was the one being wronged. “Damn. You girls are cold.”

“No,” Azzi said, standing and sliding her bag onto her shoulder. “We’re just not here for you.”

Jace opened his mouth to say something else, but Caroline stood up too, cutting him off just by sheer vibe.

“You should probably go,” she said. “Before you embarrass yourself any harder.”

Jace muttered something under his breath, but grabbed his bag and stalked off, ego limping behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Azzi exhaled like she’d been holding it in.

“Fucking finally,” Caroline muttered. “I was 2 seconds away from pouring my water on him.”

Azzi laughed—tired, but real. “He just wouldn’t let up.”

“I know,” Caroline said, glancing toward the front of the table where Paige was at with Aubrey, KK and Ice. “And someone was definitely not chill about it.”

Azzi followed her gaze and frowned a little. “Paige?”

“Mhmmmm,” Caroline hummed. “You didn’t notice?”

Azzi looked away, lips pursed, thinking. “She was funny.”

“She’s always funny,” Caroline said. “But not always like that.”

Azzi didn’t say anything to that. She just zipped up her bag and shook her head, her expression unreadable.

Caroline didn’t push. But as they walked out of the library together, she tucked a knowing smirk into her back pocket for later.

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#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #pazzi #pazzi fics #uconn #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #ncaa wbb #dallas wings #wnba #wbb

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thebearme · 5 months ago

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TIME TO ANSWER QUESTION ABOUT FAMILY!!!

The meeting up was more of a surprise visit than anything planned, but it when well. Donut's interactions with Petey was pretty normal... well as normal something could be in the dogman universe. A couple of dumb invasive questions but overall Donut means well, but it is draining Petey's patients.

"Yes, I was the world's most evilest cat."

"No, I won't get into the nitty-gritty of how that happened."

"Yes, Lil Petey looks exactly like me because he was made in a cloning machine."

"No, I won't explain why my tail is shorter than his."

"Yes, me and your brother are parenting him together."

"NO, WE AREN'T MARRIED!"

"NO, YOU DONT HAVE TO BE MARRIED TO PARENT A CHILD!"

"NO I WONT EXPLAIN THE WHOLE DUMB SOCIAL CONSTRUCT THAT MAKES PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT THE ONLY WAY A CHILD CAN BE RAISED RIGHT IS WITH MAN AND WOMAN MATRIMONY!!"

"Yes.... I can get you water."

Swoopy interaction with Petey was quick and short. He doesn't talk/bark... or sign.

Cocoa never talked to a cat before, let alone TWO. So if there's any sibling that going to embarrass Dogman, it's gonna to be her. Asking if it true that "cats have nine lives" or that "cats have a more sophisticated taste than other animals" or "do you have like, a billion different degrees. Oh what am I talking about, you probably already at the trillions, aren't you?" While Petey funny enough never even went to college. AND dropped out of high school when he was younger as well... But hey, even though all of those are dumb cat stereotypes he DOES enjoy being called smart.

Donut is a fun uncle to Lil Petey, telling him fun stories from when he was a pup, teaching him how to bake and all types of silly stuff.

Swoopy is like Ice bear from we bare bears, so it's a gamble if Lil Petey and him would have a normal day if you left them alone.

Cocoa (I admit I thought more in-depth about) would try to impress Lil Petey with her "travels around the world". Tho this is a big lie, she has been living on a milk farm. She doesn't think any of her REAL stories about how they make almonds into milk is really that interesting, at least to a city boy like Lil Petey and she just wants to be seen as the cool aunt! Eventually with enough pestering from Dogman, told the truth to Lil Petey and was surprised by the fact he was ACTUALLY INTERESTED in how it's like working in a farm. Anyways, Cocoa is definitely the aunt you invite if you're playing pretend or something.

Oh most definitely! I feel like he wants a sibling since he met Molly and all her brothers and sisters. Even though the household is completely chaotic he still wants a sibling.

Now don't ask me for some Detey fankid design because I don't do good in making things like that. Idk why but with all my years and different fandoms and ships I've been into, I can't imagine fankid designs for the life of me. Never had but kudos to the people who can.

Yup, If anything I think they would adopt. Idk it just feels in character, they just home a kid for a bit until uh oh- we accidentally planned a college fund- I guess we're gonna have another kid now.

Well I'll try explaining how the beginning went. It definitely was a surprise for Dogman's parents. Lil Petey had this all planned out before hand so when Petey and Dogman were getting groceries thats when Lil Petey went to get his grandpa- which was easy because the security in cat jail is crap. "Can I take my Grandpa for a night, we're gonna have a big family dinner." and a thank you note left for the Warden, went he notices after his long monolog about how he can't just let Gramps leave. 80HD was the only to grab Maggie and Joe, They all eventually met up at the house.

LP apologizes about the abrupt napping of the two and gives a proper introduction. "Hi I'm Lil Petey, your grandson!" "We kinda met before but I didn't get to say hi, so.. hi!"

The pair are still in a daze of confusion over what's even happening and HOW could this kitten be their grandson? Looking over to the old feline next to him they can guess that he's the grandfather... he kinda looks like that one cat that was with them in the first visit to the ranch. Was he the father? Does that mean-

Before the two can spiral into their next conclusion LP starts up again.

"We you two like to stay for dinner? Papa and Dogman should be coming home with the groceries soon."

With abit of distain in their face at the name "Dogman" they surprisingly nodded a silent yes to the question of if they'll stay or not.

This immediately supports Lil Petey's hopes in the situation. I was right, They do still care! They just need to talk with each other and actually talk. And maybe soon Dogman can have his parents again and we can be a big family! Plus- If it annoys Grampa enough maybe he'll admit he's wrong and start actually caring for once!

The kid is abit too optimistic because this is Grampa we're talking about and just because he's been good recently doesn't mean he's been tamed.

Grandpa has no interest in playing along with the kid, he may have not act out recently- all because that big loaf of a purple cat wouldn't let him anytime he was outside. But this time he eat what he wants, say what he wants, take what he wants and DO what he wants.

Of course Gramps can't try to steal everything in the house but 1) the house is endless. 2) he'll be robbing from a cop, and Gramps is smarter then THAT! So he sticks with playing along, at least act like he cares... but he'll make sure the dinner isn't COMPLETELY boring. The best/worst thing about Gramps is that he can read people and read them well. Seeing from the two dogs expressions and body language, there must be some tension between them and their son. Some tension, ey? That's fun.

Sorry for no drawing with this but the answer for how the interactions went was... something.

They are tense about the whole thing but they do ask Lil Petey more about himself. And of course LP gladly tells them and even shows a little comic he made before hand with them in it. It's about them and Dogman forgive each other and become a big family- LP isn't sneaking ok but he's trying.

This is all before Dogman and Petey enter the house.

Im sorry that's what yall giving off /j

anyway- I never planned out the full dinner. So even if wrote it out instead of illustrating it, I still wouldn't have much. I'm sorry guys.

I only got these bulletpoints.

Quiet dinner till someone talks first.

Dogman's parents don't have a good bias towards cats. So this is making Petey REALLY irritated. Which cycles back to this REALLY not being a good idea.

LP leaves for a second to make a little phone call

Petey prays that some kind of monster or villain of the week shows up to stop the dinner. But no it's even worse-

Molly should up to help LP and soften the tension.

But the tension finally blows when Gramps decides to spill the ONE big open secret that everyone but him promises to not bring up. "If you hate how your son looks so much then you got Petey to really blame. It is his fault that the old Greg and Knight you knew are gone."

Plates were smashed and food was flying all before dessert.

Gramps was sent back to jail no duh and 80HD took Molly and Dogman's parents home. Petey and Dogman comfort and clean up Lil Petey and tell him- "Although what you did was bad we understand why you did it. But Lil Petey, sometimes there are families that can't reconcile with. No matter how much you want them to, no matter how much you try, it's doesn't mean it will work and that's okay."

"I wish my parents could be in my life, to see us grow and change and cherish everything around us but they can't... I've accepted that, because if I have to choose a family I'm only attracted to by birth that doesn't want me for me OR a mitch-match of misfits that care about each other through thick and thin. Then I'm choosing my misfits no matter what."

I probably made you cry, oops! If this inspires anyone to make something DO IT!! I love creative so go crazy.

#ask #dogman #dog man #dogman oc #lil petey #dog man petey #petey the cat #dogman x petey #detey #dogman jailbreak #SoundCloud

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hugemilkshake · 5 months ago

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I got a request but it a au kind of one so if you don't want to do it you that's understandable, but if you can it's Mafia boss ancients x undercover cop Y/N that was sent to get dirt on them (players choice if they succeed or not).

Suggestion idea: Have the top being the less threatening and the bottom being the most threatening.

Enjoy the milkshake! I don’t know what the suggestion idea is in reference to do im going to ignore that

Also I don’t know much about the mafia besides it’s organized crime so feel free to correct me

Mafia AU Ancients + undercover detective reader

-idk if this is romantic or platonic-

Pure Vanilla

Infiltrating Pure Vanillas group is surprisingly easier than you’d expect!

Everyone is surpisingly friendly and it’s like this isn’t even a mafia being ran and everyone’s just old friends

And it’s surprisingly easy to get close to Pure Vanilla! He’s very sweet and treats you like an old friend

But there’s one problem. The crows.

Crows follow you everywhere, almost to the point you feel uncomfortable and even unsafe going, or even talking about your detective work

And that’s exactly how Pure Vanilla wants you to feel.

He knows your a detective, he knows about every detective for security reasons. He’s not dumb

But instead of tossing you aside he decided to try and force you convince you to fully join his group! I mean its probably the smart option, Black Rasin and Strawberry Crape wouldn’t mind having a few words with you…

Hollyberry

Similar to Pure Vanillas, it’s very easy to infiltrate Hollyberrys group, except one key difference…

It’s way harder to get information.

Now the only reason why you can even get information is either through Princess Cookie, details like family photos and very rarely Pitaya Dragon

Now if you had the idea to get Hollyberry drunk then that could work… except it takes a lot for Hollybery to get drunk and Wildberry would prevent her from spilling any valuable information if she were to get drunk

And another difference between Hollyberry and Pure Vanilla is that the likelihood of be being found out to be a detective is a lot lower

Wildberry has suspicions but has nothing to base them off of

But should you be found out, you won’t be killed, but you will be sent to the hospital in critical condition

Not by Hollyberry. She might be tough but the most she’ll do is ridicule you, now Wildberry on the other hand… be prepared to say bye to your kneecaps.

Dark Cacao

Difficult. That’s all this is. Difficult.

Getting in is difficult and building trust with anyone is difficult, you’d have a better chance fighting a dragon and surviving than getting information

Only VERY few know a lot, and they won’t spill, I mean Affogato might spill but you better be paying him A LOT

You most likely won’t have the funds to bribe others so you have to result to snooping around

The most you find is stuff about allies, enemies and future, still important but not what you would prefer to find.

Now this is were you have two options, stop or keep looking around and potentially making Dark Cacao aware of who you are and what your doing

Honestly no matter what you do Affogato will threaten to blackmail you, I mean why do you think you’ve not been caught yet?

Look… if anyone, especially Crunchy Chip or Caramel Arrow caught you then you’d be dead

But the moment you find out anything about Dark Choco from snooping around… is the second Dark Cacao learns who you are.

No one learns about Dark Choco and gets away with it

And for that, you better pray that Affogato likes you enough to try and help you because if he doesn’t then you are a goner.

Golden Cheese

It was hard to find a way into Golden Cheeses group, hell it was hard even finding evidence that it exists!

But once you do get in it’s pretty much pointless, Golden Cheese already knows who you are

Now why are you kept around? Well it’s because she wants to mess with you.

She will intentionally get super close to reveling something super important but ends up avoiding it or straight up lies to you

It’s funny to see you get excited only to get let down or believe something blatantly false

Of course, everyone plays into it.

Mozzarella is the most willing while Smoked Chesse has to let it grow on him.

Burnt Cheese is confused but plays along. Fettuccine would tell you stuff if she knew anything

To summarize your experience, your gaslit and messed with the entire time your there.

If you do find something out, it’s not like you are aware it’s true, if could be made up for all you know

White Lily

Now White Lily doesn’t necessarily run the group she’s in, she’s only second in command to Elder Faerie Cookie

But man does she take her job seriously.

Any information she writes down, it’s in the language of the faeries

If you want to learn anything or even get in, you need to learn a whole new language. Sometimes you got to commit to the bit.

Once you do learn the ins and outs of a new language then you’re going to be reading a lot.

No one’s telling you anything, so you have to read.

It’s mostly due to everyone being really secretive, like everyone is. Finding out someone’s favorite color can be trying to solve a puzzle that’s missing a piece

But unlike Dark Cacao, most are pretty chill if your caught, unless if your in either Elder Faeries or White Lilies office

If your caught it’s up to them, maybe your kicked out, maybe your never heard from again. It’s a gamble

BONUS

Dark Enchantress

Getting into Dark Enchantresses group can be dirt easy or the most difficult thing ever but once you get in, information can be easy to come by

It’s because of Licorice and Poison Mushroom.

Licorice accidentally spills stuff while Poison Mushroom would tell you everything for a skittle.

Now if you want any information about Dark Enchantresses personal life then just give up. It’s never going to happen

Dark Enchantress won’t tell you and neither will anyone else since they don’t know it or are put under strict oath

To be blunt, if your identity is discovered then your going to be killed. So just play along since this group is kinda fun at times

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #pure vanilla cookie #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #golden cheese cookie #white lily cookie #dark enchantress cookie

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ysrjune · 2 months ago

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“ ᯓ SCOTT BARRINGER X TEEN!SON ˖ ֹ੭

a/n: request from @blckberrie 🍒 ,, first part is more about Leo than Scott, but it gets to both of them after that!

How does Leo act when he goes through puberty?

13 • Leo is very awkward and likes to keep to himself. He's often sitting in his room playing video games, painting/drawing, listening to music, or doing homework. He keeps himself busy—he doesn't like to stay still and be lazy unless there really is nothing better to do.

14 • He's not as awkward anymore. He knows how to “act normal” because he's more comfortable in his changing body. He's starting to look exactly like Scott, and he actually takes pride in it. Leo grew up hearing that his father was a good-looking man, so to be told he looks like Scott is an honor. Leo doesn't play football, and he doesn't take much interest in the idea as an extracurricular. Playing it with friends or relatives is fine.

15 • His freshman year of high school isn't as bad as he thought it would be. Scott told him how to get through high school smoothly. Leo seriously thinks his dad is a master mind at this kind of stuff. The 15 year old is actually very smart and gets great grades.

16 • The era of Leo's first girlfriend. He's so embarrassed to mention it to his parents, especially Scott, even though you'd think it would be his mother. No, Scott wants to know everything about this relationship. What the girls name is, why Leo likes her, what she looks like, has she had a boyfriend before, is she a skank?

“Dad!” Leo whines at the dinner table, sitting across from his parents as Scott is asking all these questions. “Whats so wrong with asking if she's a skank? There was a bunch of 'em back when I was your age.” Scott smirks, knowing he was bothering Leo, but he didn't care. He always bothered Leo. “Scott, you're being annoying.” Leo's mother holds onto his father's forearm. “Thats what dads are supposed to be.” Scott responds.

“To be fair, dad.. Mom says you were pretty annoying before you even became one.”

“You two love to pick on me, dont you? But once the tables turn and it's my turn to have some fun, you get butthurt.” The older blond rolls his eyes and eats the food off his fork. “Look, sport. You just gotta be careful with girls, alright? And dont be getting them preg-”

“OKAY, DAD. JEEZ.” Leo blushes harshly.

17 • He's a carbon copy of his father. Witty, sarcastic, and kind of mean. Lately, he's been spending more time with Scott. They've gotten closer. They really do have the same kind of humor. They go out sometimes and make fun of their appearances or just say really dumb stuff. Leo also loves to argue with Scott to annoy him and get himself out of things.

“Leo, go get me a rag from the garage so I can clean this mess up.” Scott asks as he works on his car. “Get it yourself, man.” Leo rolls his eyes and stays put next to Scott.

Scott looks over at his son with an annoyed look. “You're out here to help me. Not sit on your ass. Get inside and get me a rag, now.”

“I dont even wanna be here in the first place! It's hot, and you didn't give me enough time to put on sunscreen, so now I'm gonna burn. And mom's gonna get pissed about it! All cause of you!”

“Leo just go get me the fucking rag, God damn it! You're such a bum. Go back inside afterwards—I dont wanna see you for the rest of the day. You piss me off.”

Leo came back from the garage with a rag but didn't go back inside like Scott said to. Instead, he was hovering.

“Why are you still out here? Go!” Scott groans, not looking at the teenage son.

“I changed my mind, I wanna spend time with my dear old papa.” Leo curls his finger in Scott's hair. “Im about to give you five across the face, moron. Leave me alone. Go back inside and lather yourself up with sunscreen or something.” Leo, for some reason, starting spinning around with his eyes closed.

“But fatherrrr! I wanna hel—STOPSTOPSTOP IM SORRY!” Leo yelps as he's getting wet by the hose. The cold, cold water caught him off guard. Scott starts laughing and sprays it all over Leo's face and hair. “DAD STOP IT!!” Leo keeps yelling, but honestly, it's his fault for not even attempting to move out of the way.

18 • Prom and Graduation! Scott starts Prom Day off by following Leo around the house and taking pictures of him everywhere—Leo getting out of bed, eating cereal on the couch in his boxers, brushing his teeth, trying on his outfit, and styling his hair. Leo's so mad. Scott is being so annoying. Leo didn't end up going to prom with a girl since he and that girl didn't end up lasting too long. He instead went with a group of buddies. All the boys were in glasses, and they just looked so silly. Again, Scott was taking hundreds of photos. Graduation went the same, basically.

ᯓ ♡ —

“ITS THE THIGGISH RUGGISH BONEEE” Leo yells around the house every few minutes. He's so obsessed with that part of the song. It gets on Scott's nerves how comfortable this kid is singing around the house like that. “I miss when he was too shy to ask how to shave.” Scott complains to his wife as they watch TV in the living room. “Hes always liked singing, Scott.”

“No, he's always liked being an annoying prick.”

“Sounds like someone familiar.” She laughs at Scott's unamused face.

Leo shuts his door when he goes back to his room, but then he turns his music on, using a speaker. Scott HATED when Leo would blast his music. Especially because he wasn't very fond of the type of music that Leo likes to listen to. Scott is hoping that this is a phase. LIVING DEAD GIRL is heard.

“This song again.” Scott throws his head back on the couch. “Is he not sick of this song? He listens to it every day, and you can hardly even understand what the guy is saying!”

ᯓ ♡ —

“Bruh im so HUNGRY.” Leo bursts into his parents' room and flops onto Scott. “Theres food in the fridge, fatty.” Scott replies, changing the TV channel. “I want in-n-out.” Leo says. “Do you have in-n-out money?” Scott shoots back. “Yeah, you have money saved up, dont you?” His mother asks.

“Oh.. hah.. about that money..” Leo says nervously. “Mother fucker I swear if you wasted that shit on something stupid, im gonna beat the hell out of you.” Scott didn't mean it, but he wanted to let Leo know that he really didn't want him to spend money on snacks or anything of the sort when there's some at home.

“I went to the game shop and bought a game.” Leo confesses. “You had 20 dollars. Are you telling me that you spent twenty dollars on a damn game?” Leo didn't want to answer. Scott was intimidating, so he just ignored him. “Ma, do you have money..” He asks. Scott scoffs and pushes Leo off of him. “With your ugly ass..”

ᯓ ♡ —

“I dont like her. She's too nice. She's hiding something.” Scott whispers to his wide with a raised eyebrow as Leo and his girlfriend walk away to go get something in the kitchen. “She gives floozy vibes.” She gasps and elbows Scott. “This is a 16 year old girl you're talking about!”

“What?! I was 16 once, too! And And! There were a bunch of 'em.” He whispers again. Scott takes another look at the girl. “You know what, she sort of looks more like a loser now that I think about it. We're safe, amiga.” Scott smiles. “Literally shut up. I hate you. I wish you left me when I was pregnant.”

“Girl you better check this attitude, I do not like it.” Scott rolls his eyes and shoves his hand to her face with a laugh.

The girl and Leo look back at his parents, and Leo's face is flushed. “Ignore them.. they're weirdos.”

ᯓ ♡ —

“And so then we take this tool and??” Scott asks Leo as they work on teaching Leo how to do an oil change. “Er.. I dont know. I wasn't paying attention. I was watching Crash fight with the neighbors cat.” Crash is Leo's cat. The one he'd had since he was 7.

“Oh my God. Did you forget to take your normal pills?” Scott groans. Normal pills.. Leo introduced Scott to the dream meme, so now he calls Leo's medication for ADHD "normal pills."

“OH MY GOSH!!! I knew I had forgotten something. It was right at the bottom of my nose! I'll be right back, big dawg.” Leo pats Scott's back and goes inside. Scott was fighting demons right now. This kid needs a to-do list, definitely.

ᯓ ♡ —

“GIRL WHY CANT YOU SEE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME? AND IT JUST TEARS MY ASS APART TO KNOW THAT YOU DONT KNOW MY NAAAAAAMMEEE” Leo sings to his mom as she makes dinner. “Who sings that song?” Scott walks in with a few groceries. “Dad, oh my God. How do you not know? Its by D12!”

“Keep it that way.”

She cackles, seeing how Leo's face literally goes: 🤨.. 😐

“HAW-HAW! Good one!” Leo says sarcastically and sits down at the table.

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year ago

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Girlfailure reader x incel König continuation pleaseeeee

I need to know what happens after he shows up at her door. How did he get her address? What were his intentions? What are HER intentions of letting him in? Are they now a couple? Will he baby trap her????? Am I getting too invested? yes.

Lovely writing dearest, hope you’re doing well.

Oh, getting your address was the easy part. He had friends in places - and it's not like you were smart enough to move out from the first time he sent you a gift. You enjoyed the attention, with him being the first guy to ever look at you in a romantic sense...poor, dumb little you - you should have called the police after the first flower bouquet embraced with a very fancy lingerie covered in dried cum. Instead, you simply washed it and wear it after a few days. God, you seriously deserve each other. You...well, you let him in because you were lonely. You didn't want to be left alone, you enjoyed being his obsession - especially since he was willing to send you money for the smallest stuff and almost eliminated your need to work. You thought to yourself that even if he is ugly as fuck and actually 50 years old, you could work with it - you can pretend it's your prince, you can pretend that the first guy to look at you romantically wouldn't have some weird intentions. It's absolutely dumb but, when he first arrived at your doorstep, you let him in. He is tall, bulky, you wouldn't be able to fight him even if you wanted to...but you don't want to, and this is the problem. You invite him to your house, he pronounces some dumb joke about finally meeting his online goddess and you apologise for the state of the room. You weren't exacty cleaning the last fe days, but he just pushes piles of clothes away and smiles as you look a bit too embarrassed. God, you are fucking adorable - Konig wants to kiss you, but you both are too awkward to initiate. He ends up sleeping at your couch because it's too late to drive and he wants to steal as much of your stuff as possible. You let him take your favorite shirts and he promises to kidnap you as soon as he prepares a room - this is all feels surrealistic, but you put your head on his shoulder and ask if he has other girls. He doesn't. You ask if you would be able to work and he says that you won't have to. He shows you his bank account, he talks about guns, he doesn't touch you despite putting you on his lap, and this is the most absurd, arousing experience you had in your entire life. you are a couple now. A bit dysfunctional, but...yeah, you make it work. Somehow.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #loser!konig

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idk6505 · 4 months ago

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Something Real (Derek Morgan x Reid! BAU! Reader)

Summary: Derek and Y/n had a moment when her leg was broken and she answered the phone for Penelope. Now the team is back and Derek and Y/n need to have a chat because he cannot stop thinking about the several moments that happened when they had several personal phone calls after. However she is now avoiding him and he has no clue why

Paring: Derek Morgan x Reid! Reader (soon to be relationship)

Warnings: It’s just gonna be Y/N avoiding the hell out of Derek tbh

Sadie notes:ughhh I was gonna make it a cute love confession and stuff but the more I wrote the more I wanted drama. Also I thought he and Jordan were so into each other when I first watched and I don’t remember why so that's why she’s here. It's brief I promise.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid

She knew she was leading herself into a rather dangerous game here. She still did it though. She figured at first 'What's the harm'. She had been jokingly flirting with Derek all this time. This felt different though. They weren't making dumb jokes about a case when they had phone calls this time.

No, this time they were being an escape for each other. They talked about anything that wasn't the case. This wasn't the first time they'd done this with each other but This time they were flirting the whole time

She would throw out stupid lines when she answered the phone like something as ridiculous as "What's cookin' good lookin' " and then immediately regret it.

She melted a little every time he would ask about her ankle and what he could do when he got back. She hated that he made it all so easy to fall for. She hated that she wanted him to help her. They'd hung out so much outside the BAU.She hated that she was leading herself into some silly version of this going the way she wanted it to go.

Why was having a stupid crush like this always so hard? She wasn't a teenage girl anymore who didn't know how to take what she wanted.

And yet, every time she talked to Derek she wanted to let him take the lead. She wanted him to ask her out to some place nice even if they got interrupted by work. She wanted to get him flowers just because.

It was so... stupid.

She hated that all intelligence was lost because of a hot, smart, flirty guy!

What ridiculousness was this. She was an extremely intelligent, hard-workin woman plus she had an eidetic memory. Somehow though, everything about him made her melt like a sad cone of ice cream that was left alone on a hot summer day in Florida every time he called her Sweet Thing.

What magic spell had he cast? That was the only explanation that seemed to be possible. She never got weak because of some pretty guy.

She sighs as she takes a moment and remembers they would be back in the afternoon. Hotch was letting them get a good rest since the case ended late.

She had just gotten off the phone with Derek because ehe was going to sleep. So now she was in her bed trying to think about what the hell might happen when they see each other face to face.

When the next morning rolled around she was nervous about going into work. She didn't know what would happen. Part of her wanted everything to just stay the same so she didn't have to deal with any confrontation.

Really it was so she didn't have to deal with her feelings because that was quite possibly the worst thing she could do. She had to eventually but she wasn't ready for that.

She wanted it to be some stupid chick flick moment and she knew it wouldn't be. She was least dressed the part if she couldn't have the movie scene of her dream. it was a business enough outfit since she was at work and a casual enough outfit since she would be at a desk all day.

She made her commute to Quantico, taking trains since she lived in D.C in a nice townhouse. It was kind of a far ride but she didn't mind it.

When she got to the building all her nervous started up again though. what was she leading herself into. She wasn't going to get the thing she really wanted.

Why does she have to be his Sweet Thing?

Why couldn't he call her the same millions of other pet names he calls most women?

Why did he have to run around rent free in her mind? It had to be breaking some kind of rule for him to have cast such a strong spell on her and yet she didn't care that he was reeling her in.

It was sad really that she fell so hard. Why did she have to fall for him so hard. He wasn't perfect. She was like 75% sure she saw him digging for gold in his nose once.

Maybe she imagined that so she could pretend he was imperfect because the reality of him being a sculpted god with so much charisma you could feel it in the room before he was even there.

She was at work now so there was no turning back. the moment she used her id to open the door she was clocked in. She had to push through. She didn't remember hobbling herself into the elevator but here she was.

She sighs as she can't help but pick at her cuticles and the skin around her nails. It was a horribly awful habit and she knew it.

Suddenly the elevator made a little ding and she was snapped out of her thoughts. She sighs as she used her used her crutches to go into the BAU offices and when someone opens the door she didn't look and her brain automatically figured it was Penelope.

"Thanks Pen" she muttered out but then she. noticed the nice shoes and the slacks. oh. damnit. this wasn't Penelope. Her eyes moved up the body of this very tall man. She knew who it was when she got to his shirt.

"Derek! You're back early! I just remembered I need to see Garcia" She looks at him with wide eyes and he looks at her suspiciously as she uses her crutches to walk past him and back out the door to Penelope's bat cave.

When she gets through the door she walk in the closes the door behind her and sits in a chair. "Pen! why didn't you tell me they were back early! I am so not mentally prepared to see my work crush, who I've been flirting with over the phone while we're technically working, at 6:45 in the morning?" She pouts like a petulant child and crosses her arms.

This was completely unfair for her. She watches as Penelope just smiles and laughs a little. "You wouldn't be mentally prepared even if I told you. Honestly if I told you this morning when I found out they got in early then you would have gotten all in that pretty head and gotten anxious and then would have missed your train or something." Penelope gave a knowing look as she spoke to Y/n.

Y/n rolls her eyes but she knew it was true. she probably would have started to spiral if Penelope had told her. "Fine I guess maybe you're a little bit right but still! I need warnings when hottest stuff of the fbi is concerned" She admitted reluctantly.

"Go back to the bullpen, Hon. You have work to do" Penelope smiled. Y/n groaned and left her lair. She sighs as she crutched her way back to the bullpen. She went to her desk and got to working on some files since she was a bit behind.

She felt the rest of the Team's eyes on her and she looked at them. "what?" She mumbled. She looked behind her and saw Derek talking to some woman. She remembered her. It was Jordan Todd. She remembered they had a bit of chemistry when she first replaced JJ. She rolled her eyes at the way the rest of the team was looking at her as if she would act on her jealousy.

She doesn't, she just gets back to her work.

This was fine. JJ was there and Penelope was basically their media liaison now and so there was no way that Jordan was going to be replacing anyone. She didn’t like being part of the BAU anyway. Y/n focused, or attempted to focus on her files and crime scene photos but somehow her eyes wandered back to Derek. Who was walking over now.

Wait- what? No… she should go.

As she was about to get up though he had already gotten to his desk and was smiling, Jordan was smiling too. “Hey everyone.I just came to say hi, I was also gonna invite you all to my…” Jordan was speaking and Sadie stopped listening as she got up. “Sorry… bathroom” She mumbled before walking as quickly as she could towards the bathrooms.

Sadie sighs as she messes with her papers she was starting to get bored of all her paperwork. She severely disliked files. She needed a break but she only had 4 more to finish. She groans and gets up and goes to the kitchenette to make herself some coffee.

This whole day was torture. She had avoided Derek and gotten her stuff done and now she felt like garbage. Let’s go over all the times she’s avoided Derek

She ran away when he held the door open and hid in Penelope’s office

She ran away when Derek came over so everyone could say a quick ‘hey’ to Jordan

She went with Spencer to wherever he needed to go because Derek was calling her over. (Spencer told her to stop avoiding him, as a good brother should)

She went to get Coffee earlier because he leaned over to her

She was sadly very very opposed to confrontation. So she was decidedly now going to probably have to stop avoiding him. All of this was easier over the phone.

Over the phone he couldn’t see the way she smiled when he said something maybe too flirty. She didn’t have to look him in the eye as she flirted back.

She hated how shy she had to be when it came to being face to face. She also didn’t need her brother seeing her in a relationship, it would just end in constantly being teased with horrible relationship facts.

She sighs as the sad, probably broken coffee pot started to clunk out. “No, no, nooo” she mumbled and then saw an intern. “Go tell whoever is in charge of getting the appliances that the coffee pot is broken” she sighs.

Today just seemed to get better. She groans as she goes back to her desk, hobbling her way along. She sighs as she sees a sticky note on top of her pile of files.

‘Meet me in Babygirl’s bat cave’ is all it says.

Y/n is obviously suspicious because he shouldn’t want to talk to her considering how she’s been avoiding him all day. That was the whole point of her avoiding him.

Then she sees a very overly excited Garcia. So, she reluctantly lets Penelope help her to the office of intellectual superiority. When she gets there and Penelope opens the door for her She sees Derek with flowers and she tilts her head a little as her face warms up. She uses her crutches to take some steps closer to him.

“You, Sweet Thing, are going to come with me this weekend. I am so not taking no for an answer” Derek smiles and helps her sit down as he hands her the flowers.

“So you think I’ll just let you kidnap me, Morgan? I have a brother who happens to also be in the FBI” She joked and set her crutches aside as she smelled the flowers. It was a bouquet with Alstroemerias, Dahlias, and Carnations.

“I happen to know your brother is very okay with this. Asked him about it already” Derek smirked and leaned against the desk as he looked at her.

“I’m kind of in crutches and I have a cast, Derek. There is no way I’m going to some fancy dinner like this” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

“Who said anything about a fancy dinner? I am making you lunch and we’re going to a park near your place because of that ankle, Sweet Thing” He looks at her, waiting for a response with his heart racing a little. It wasn’t showing ,obviously, but he was nervous. He genuinely liked her and what they already had going on.

“I suppose It can be arranged but only if you promise to get me another bouquet like this” She smiled softly as she spoke. This was exactly what she wanted. She seriously didn’t understand how he had to be so perfect.

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rabotimagines · 2 months ago

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This is a bit old but I was reading this post of yours https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/777430496310329344/battlefield-flirting-gn-bot-reader-x-megatron

And it for me thinking of the constructicons cause the way your wrote Scrapper was adorable. And it had me thinking of a rare time the bots and cons have to work together over something, and you have the constructicons being little fangirls.

And holding back Scrapper from going over as he gushes you glanced at them(completely missing Long Hual who’s already walking over)

Just big dorks, I love big dumb himbo mechs my sweets

Please never be shy to mention my older works I like talking about stuff I've shared old or not (*´∀｀)ﾉ, also I'm assuming you meant Scavenger based on context.

"Paparazzi" GN BOT Reader x The Constructicons

Summary: Constructicons fanning from afar. (Long Haul up close)

G1 characters: The Constructicons, a lil' bit of Ironhide.

Genre/Theme: Yearning/jealous gestalt.

Warnings: Constructicons being possessive while not in a relationship with Reader.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Flirty Autobot Reader! The cons all want a piece, actually, but Constructicon focus, reader threatening Long Haul a little. (He likes it so its fine)

"Scavenger, stop fragging trying it, you useless fragger!" Bonecrucher yanked Scavenger back by his grappler. Scavenger yelped and nearly took a knee from the force of it. Scrapper grabbed his arm and forced him to stay up right before he could make a big show falling down in the dirt.

Scavenger helplessly wriggled against the hold he was in. "Why not!? We're on the same side right now!"

"Because you're going to embarrass us, you pathetic loser!" Mixmaster snapped. Hook scoffed and tried very hard to pretend he was not a part of his own gestalt via looking away from the entire scene while off to the side.

The Decepticons were on a temporary ceasefire right now with the Autobots. And well... more than a few Deceptions figured they'd obviously try and take advantage of the situation to interact with you a bit.

But the Autobots were smarter than that. Because they had made sure not to let you be without at least one of them by your side at all times. Optimus had kept you particularly close for the first joor of the cease fire. Megatron making a point to converse with both of you. Optimus smart enough not to let Megatron even a klick of privacy with you. But you just seemed somehow entertained by the development. Chiming in occasionally with your usual smile like you weren't stuck in between both faction leaders heated glares.

Thundercracker had surprisingly managed a few private words in with you. You were stuck with the twins as guards at the time, and they were both distracted by Skywarp and Strascream. All until that red mini bot noticed and came stomping in and physically got between the two of you. He immediately and loudly started chastising Thundercracker for being a pervert. That got people's helms turning back towards you and Thundercracker to retreat. While you physically held the red mini bot back from breaking the held peace.

Ironhide was with you now sitting right next to you on a large rock. And they were faced by a truth they hadn't had the privy to know before now. You and Ironhide were close to one another. Very close. Sure, you were friendly with everyone enemy or not, but-

Scapper watched you grab Ironhides arm and then use it to both pull the mech closer and lean your full frame weight against him. Ironhide jolted and stared at you with a frown. Your smile curled a bit more in clear amusement, and you said something to him. Whatever it was made, Ironhide's optics brighten, and his plating fluff. Scrapper could feel a bit of jealously curl in his own fuel tank. So Scrapper already wasn't looking forward to their next mind meld if even he was feeling this way about it.

Scrapper then watched Ironhide shove you off his arm aggressively- which had Bonecrucher and Scavengers plating visibly bristling at the sight. You were theirs to break and make after all- but you only laughed and pushed Ironhide back. The sound much lighter than how you'd usually laugh on the battlefield around any of them.

"Slag it all-!" Scrappers' attention was brought back to his gestalt when Scavenger cursed and promptly broke out of the hold he was in- and rushed forward. Oh Primus, if this idiot breaks the ceasefire on accident!

You noticed Scavenger running over and wordlessly stared. Which only made Ironhide turn and watch just as Mixmaster closed in on Scavenger and tackled him. They hit the ground, and Mixmaster sat down on top of Scavenger, effectively pinning him in place. Scavenger scrambled at the ground while Mixmaster rightfully degraded him.

And you saw that entire thing- Oh, joy and Ironhide was making his way over here now. This could only go well...

Ironhide marched off towards Long Haul's disruptive gestalt. Now Long Haul couldn't help letting himself get a touch closer and ended up stopping in his tracks to stare. You looked- different so close up. Well, it's not different, but it was definitely different being able to actually see you like this. Your faceplate, the shape of your olfactory, and your optics. He could even make out a few scrapes and scratches in your metal.

You must've felt him staring because you turned immediately towards him, and your optics found his visor. Oh, slag- well- it's been a fraggin while since he's done this, but he knows he's supposed to go over or make himself scarce when he's been caught staring. Long Haul glanced at Ironhide, still focused on the rest of his gestalt before he let himself get even closer to you.

"Hm- oh uh-" your optic bridge creased in thought. "...Long Haul-? Right?" You wondered aloud. Slag- you knew his designation- unaware of the effect you had on him, you just continued on. "Sorry I call y'all different things in my helm." You laughed like it was no big deal. "I like 'Doll' a bit better for you to tell the truth." You're smile curled, and Long Haul could feel his visor brightening under the playfulness in your tone.

"Uh, right. That's me! ...Ha ha-" Oh Primus, fragging come on-! it hadn't been that long since he'd done this... had it? Primus, how long had he been a Decepticon, and how long ago was his last bar pick up? Long Haul stared before finally sitting down next to you on the rock. Not nearly as close as Ironhide had been not feeling particularly lucky about you saying something if he got as close as you two had been.

Fortunately, you just seemed to find his floundering amusing because you just slightly raised your optic ridge. You then huffed a breathy vent that could have been taken as a laugh- (He was taking it as a laugh and a win in his processor.). "Right, now... what's got you over on my side of the red tape, Doll?"

"What? I can't-" Long Haul gestured vaguely, and why the slag did he do that? "Socialize during the ceasefire?"

"Oh, is that what you're doing now? How brave of you." You praised him, and Long Haul knew you were trying to make a joke from the soft amusement oozing into your voice. But he had to tamper down the urge for his engine to purr. Why the frag was he acting like this right now!? He wasn't Scavenger! Have they not had an actual interaction with you in so long that his frame was glitching over benign slag now!?

Long Haul was so worried over his frames reaction- and his plating fluffing and what you'd think that he almost misses it. But he was close. The closest he'd ever actually been to you before. And Long Haul needed to have a critical optic for noticing small slag for all the projects they'd build- so he sees it. Long Haul notices your optics crinkle and your smile becoming just slightly more pronounced over his response. Long Haul is struck with a sudden realization that made his plating clamp back down and his processor to stop to focus immediately.

You knew.

You knew what you were doing to him-!? You knew!? You knew what you'd been doing to them, and- you enjoyed it! It wasn't just some thoughtless habit!

Something heated, he usually only feels when it's all of them as Devastator forms in his tank, and he acts without thinking.

Long Haul couldn't stop himself from grabbing your arm when you almost turned away. "You know-!"

Before anything else happened, you grabbed his own arm with your free one and yanked him closer. Your chassis pressing against his own Immediately derailing his train of thought and making him release your arm. You waggled a digit in his face and clicked your glossia. The pad of the digit coming down and pressing were a mouth would've been on his mask if he had the equipment. "Careful now, Doll, you might just get burned if you get too close. We don't want that now..."

Long Haul arched his spinal strut instinctively when your other servo suddenly dug into the notches of his back. Only making him press closer to your own frame, causing a slight sound when metal pushed on metal. You tilted your helm slightly, your face now only a digit away from his own- "Do we?" Your tone was dark. Your optics sharp. Your em field that was brushing along him warmly had gone completely flat. And Long Haul suddenly remembered the other Autobots weren't the only reason the Decepticons hadn't been able to capture you right yet.

... And maybe Long Haul did want whatever you were promising him if he didn't comply.

But the look in your optics told him that was not what you wanted to hear from him right now.

"N-no." Long Haul settled on getting out.

The almost devious expression on your faceplate turned back to looser and more playful- like usual. "Good." You pulled away from him and stood up. "Till next time then, Doll!" You practically sung. With that, you turned and waltzed your way over to where his gestalt was definitely getting threatened by Ironhide- and Long Haul was suddenly very aware he really liked watching you go... he has to suppress his engine from revving, and he could still feel his back plating shifting where you'd grabbed him roughly.

You threw your arm over Ironhide's paldron and tugged him closer to you, making him and the rest of his gestalt snap their attention right to you instead. His gestalt was absolutely going to hate him when they mind melded again. But hey, it wasn't Long Haul's fault you were so addicting! Primus- they needed a better strategy to get a hold of you and make you theirs yesterday! Especially when you did everything on purpose!

They may be mad after the mind meld, but afterward, they'd at least be as serious about you as Long Haul was right now... For better or worse.

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ominous-horse-noises · 1 year ago

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im ab to be annoying ab dimension20 fhjy but im genuinely loving the character arcs for the bad kids this season?

kristen going from self-annihilatingly stupid to trying to build a genuine bridge with the man who not only wielded the religion that traumatised her (bobby dawn), but also was trying to ruin her life, just bc she thought a grieving father ought to be comforted in some way? her genuine distress at being unable to revivify buddy even though the two had only had negative interactions, or her biting her tongue in front of her parents so she could better look after her little siblings? grappling with the fact that she still, on some level, expected practising religion to be easy and convenient for her as a holdover from an entire childhood spent being a Chosen One, and finally putting her nose to the grindstone and committing to working her ass off for a deity that couldn't even benefit her for a hot minute? making an effort to be cordial with tracker's new gf and letting go of that codependency? the kristen applebees from ep20 would NOT do all the same stupid shit as ep1 and i love that.

fabian being humbled by the narrative again and again has been an absolute treat for his character. the whole ivy/mazey situation was great: freshman/sophomore year fabian would've gone for ivy no sweat, i mean her character seemed pretty similar to pre-redemption aelwyn and he had a huge crush on her then. but this time, when he realised he'd hurt a genuinely great person, and intentionally swallowed his pride to make it up to mazey, even though it required him being 'uncool' with the whole twister thing. his general arc of learning that earnestness and humility doesn't make him less of a man felt like a natural extension of fabian defining his own version of masculinity- sure, a 'maximum legend', but also someone deeply involved in the arts, and someone who is less afraid of saying sorry and being vulnerable in front of someone he likes

fig. fig fig fig. what a woman. its been absolutely fascinating watching build her sense of identity over these three seasons. at her core, fig is a character that loves so deeply. in freshman, she was terrified of the depth of her own devotion, so she tried to distance herself emotionally from everyone. in sophomore, she built herself around that love for other people. in junior year, fig's arc has been learning she can do both: that she's defined by her love for others, but not solely by it. ik emily wanted to retire the character before this season but i think fig's paladin arc was the best capstone to her journey possible.

gorgug's arc has been about establishing clear boundaries for himself and i love it. im aware there's been some Discourse ab the mango soda scene but to me that was pretty easily chalked up to teenage insecurity. a big part of gorgug's arc was trying to believe in himself when everyone around him told him he was too dumb to follow his passion- imagine struggling in an area that you have no natural aptitude for, and someone comes along and also trounces you in the one area you thought you were the best in. i'd be petty and reactive too (gorgug follows up calling her a freak with the fact that she beat the shit out of him, so its clearly him just still smarting from a bruised ego and not actual malice). in general, i've really like gorgug learning to put his foot down and say enough is enough without completely losing his gentleness.

adaine hasnt had an obvious arc, but considering she addressed most of her baggage in the first two seasons, i'm not surprised. i would've liked to see the other bad kids address her 'teenage adult' behaviour, but her self-awareness about it and relying on fabian to pull in clutch for the oracool stuff still felt like she'd learned to rely on her friends at least + her reaching out to aelwyn and the two of them healing from their parents together has been rewarding it its own right.

riz is perfect and has learned nothing. his neuroticism is part of his natural swag

#fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #dimension 20 fhjy #dimension 20 #adaine abernant #figeroth faeth #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #kristen applebees #riz gukgak

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rimurutempest · 1 year ago

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I watched all of modern Doctor Who and these were my favorite episodes.

If you told me back in 2015 that I'd watch the entirety of modern Doctor Who, I'd probably think you're a liar. But, a cute girl wanted to watch Doctor Who with me, and how do you tell a cute girl “No?” Being that of the Superwholock trinity, Doctor Who the least upsetting of the three, I figured “Why not?” I mean, it's enjoyed by thousands and thousands of people, surely it has merit for existing, right?

And, it does! There are many great episodes that I really enjoyed (not to mention a lot of schlock I hated). I even enjoy some of the old serials and that 1996 movie is pretty fun (so very 90s). I can't claim to have seen all of Doctor Who, there is a lot of old stuff I'm probably never going to know even exists, not to mention all the spin offs and audio dramas, there's no way I can get through it all. But, I have seen the modern run, starting with Christopher Eccleston all the way to Ncuti Gatwa in Empire of Death.

Annnnd, anyone that knows me knows I love to rank and review episodic tv shows. So, with that said, here are my 15 favorite episodes of modern Doctor Who:

15 - Dalek (S01, E06)

It is probably unsurprising to any Doctor Who fan to see this episode on the list. The Eccleston era was my introduction to Doctor Who (as I'm sure it was for a lot of people) and this episode was my introduction to the famous villain, the Daleks. It's really a wild way to be introduced to the Daleks when you think about it, the Doctor and his companion Rose end up in an underground museum of alien artifacts out in Nevada and find the man that runs it has a Dalek in captivity. Upon learning of the Dalek's existence, the Doctor goes on a campaign to kill it with extreme prejudice until Rose yells at him about how he's being this horrendous person – which makes the doctor have a “Maybe I'm the baddie” moment and it resolves peacefully. Genuinely is really a good episode about moving on and realizing that we all have good and evil in us. A true standout of the early modern run of the show.

14 - The Impossible Planet & The Satan's Pit (S02, E08&E09)

There's a spectrum when it comes to Doctor Who, there are episodes that are gorgeous and smart and well thought out, then there are episodes that are just absolutely ridiculous. If Dalek explores the prejudice that can be enacted by those we see as “good,” then this duo of episodes is “what if the Christian devil was real and he was in space.” This is such an unbelievable hit of stupid bullshit, but it's delivered so very well. The first episode is loaded with mystery and adventure and unknown horror, while the second episode introduces the goofy concept in whole but still somehow grounds it enough that it still feels like a real plot with real stakes. It's the acting. The actors really sell this one to you. Space Satan is not what I expected when getting into this show but hey, it works and I like it.

13 - Blink (S03, E10)

I'm going to be honest with you, I feel like the internet really hypes up the Weeping Angels to a point that when you finally encounter them you're like, “Oh that's all?” Every episode of Doctor Who with the Weeping Angels feels underwhelming, silly, dumb, boring, with one exception: the original. I will not try to convince you that Blink lives up to the hype that the fandom has built for it, but if you can watch it without the Superwholock kind of bullshit in your head, what you'll find is actually a pretty good story. One of the best of the show. If the angels existed for this one episode and nothing else, they may have stood as the best antagonist of the show, but they got overused. I'm not going to explain the episode, I'll end up overhyping it more, just watch it.

12 - A Town Called Mercy (S07, E03)

I never see anyone really talk about this episode and it makes me wonder if maybe I'm alone in thinking it's great, which if so, oh well. I like westerns. The long and short of this is the Doctor and his companions, Amy and Rory, arrive in the old west to find a town with electricity too early and an alien cyborg gunslinger hanging outside of town hunting the town physician who turns out to be an alien that committed some horrific space crimes. The episode feels like a fun, loving homage to the western genre while once again exploring those aforementioned qualities of good people can be bad and vice versa. It's a fantastic little romp for the cast and these are the kinds of episodes that made the show fun to watch.

11 - Midnight (S04, E10)

Does this count as a bottle episode? The one thing I have to give the cast of Doctor Who is that when they decide it's time to really act, they act very, very well. This episode is completely carried by the acting of David Tennant and his supporting cast. In this episode, the Doctor's companion Donna sits one out while the Doctor takes a shuttle bus to go see a waterfall, until some unknown alien starts taking over people's bodies. This is a very, very well done episode that shows that you don't need elaborate set dressing or endless action to make good television, you just need good actors.

10 - The Devil's Chord (S14, E02)

I realize this might be controversial to say, but Ncuti Gatwa is my favorite actor to portray the Doctor. He's a fantastic actor and the energy he brings the role is so different and wonderful. When it comes to media, people typically don't like to hear you praise the modern bits over the older stuff, but this most recent run of Doctor Who with Gatwa is consistently more interesting and enjoyable than any other season of Doctor Who (that's probably Davies doing).

That all said, The Devil's Chord is a wild episode. I previously said that Doctor Who has a spectrum, from really great story telling to really goofy. If Midnight is the great story telling, then The Devil's Chord is the goofy. In this episode the Doctor and Ruby must face off against Maestro, the God of Music, who wishes to take all music from the world. The energy of this episode is wild, with Ncuti Gatwa's take on the Doctor going up against the insanely wild trickster character Maestro, who is portrayed by the trans actor Jinkx Monsoon. If you've fallen off of late Doctor Who, or you are completely new to it, please give this new season a watch (and don't let the Beatles jump scare at the beginning stop you, I swear there's no Beatles music!).

09 - The Empty Child / The Doctor Dances (S01, E09&E10)

If you're starting your Doctor Who watch at the beginning of the modern series, this will probably be the first episode that strikes a real chord with you (well, other than Dalek that is). This was the show's first real attempt at telling a horror story, one that is sort of zombie adjacent. This bizarre World War Two story with a child in a gas mask morphing people's bodies and existences into more versions of himself is one of the more original stories in the entire Doctor Who series, no one but Eccleston and Billie Piper could have sold this so well. Not to mention the introduction of Jack Harkness! (We'll uh...we'll ignore the actors conduct for this...)

08 - Planet of the Ood (S04, E03)

This is not the first time we meet the Ood, they were in the aforementioned Impossible Planet episodes, however this is when the Doctor finally does what he should have from the very start. The Ood are essentially a slave race, and in Planet of the Ood, they finally start to act out and revolt. The Doctor, as unpolitical as he has always been according to some people, decides “Yeah! Slaves are wrong!” and starts working with Ood Sigma (who becomes a recurring character kind of) in freeing the Ood. This episode also has one of the sickest, most awesome, kinda horrific effects in all of Doctor Who. Above all else, this episode is just very beautifully shot and well made. One of the highlights of the entire series.

07 - The Day of the Doctor (50th Anniversary Special)

Exploring the Doctor's mind during the Time War is such a cool concept. It's a thing the Doctor keeps referring to as this horrific, life changing thing for him, and getting even a glimpse into it is guaranteed an amazing time. Featuring both David Tennant and Matt Smith, while bringing on John Hurt of all people because Eccleston wouldn't reprise his role, the acting talent in this special is incredible and genuinely so wonderful to watch. At the end of the day, it's a really, really good Doctor Who romp and deserves any praise it gets.

06 - The Waters of Mars (2009 Autumn Special)

Pic from the BBC. Theirs looks better than anything I could get.

Hey look! It's the Hugo award winning special! And I only put it at number six!

Everything about this special is so fucking cool. The set designs, the costumes, the fucking monster itself, everything in this is so cool. You know how people always joke about horror needing to be wet? Well this is wet horror. David Tennant puts in so much effort here, struggling with what he wants to and what he has to do, the Doctor is really pushed to some stressful limits here that has such a fantastic end to it. Even if you disagree with where I placed it on this list, there is no doubt that The Waters of Mars is among the best stories Doctor Who has ever put out.

05 - The Impossible Astronaut / Day of the Moon (S06, E01&E02)

This is one that's probably going to get some pushback. I am an X-Files fan, it's my favorite show, love it when it's great and I love it when it's trashy. This two part season opening is the most X-files like the show ever gets, and I am so into it. The opening mystery of the episode sets up a really cool overarching concept for the season (don't ask if it's resolved well, please don't ask that) while introducing us to one of the coolest enemies Doctor Who ever made (please don't ask if they stay that way, please don't ask that). Everything about this is so fun and interesting and I hope others come out of it feeling the same way.

04 - Voyage of the Damned (2007 Christmas Special)

Pic from IMDB.

DOCTOR WHO TITANIC IS VERY GOOD!! Sorry for yelling. For a long while this sat as my absolute favorite episode of Doctor Who. Journeying alone on a rare occasion, the Doctor finds himself spending Christmas aboard the space Titanic (I am not kidding, they named it the Titanic!) and as the name of the ship would imply, tragedy strikes. This story is really wonderful, we get to see the Doctor try his hardest to save people and show love and kindness to so many people, not to mention having a group of characters instead of one companion to explore. I especially love the Van Hoff couple, who are two fat and poor people who won tickets to come aboard what is a wealthy cruise. Everyone around them is rather classist and fatphobic to them, but of all they characters in the special, they exhibit real happiness and love and their devotion to one another is genuinely so wonderful.

As I said, this one stood as my favorite episode for a long time. And, you don't really need to see any previous episodes to watch it, so please go watch it. It's a fun time.

03 - The Giggle (60th Anniversary Special)

I don't know what the wider fandom's thoughts on the 60th Anniversary Specials are, so I don't know if this is a controversial take or not. But, The Giggle highlights everything that is great about Doctor Who. It tips its scales back into the goofy part of the spectrum, but that goofiness is ultimately what makes this such a fun and interesting special. When thinking of actors like Neil Patrick Harris, who are so big and popular and well known celebrities, you forget that the popularity came from the fact they're good at their craft, and if The Giggle did anything for me, it was reminding me that yes, Neil Patrick Harris is an outstanding actor. And, getting put with a returning David Tennant and Catherine Tate really just solidified this special as some of the best acting the series has to offer.

The scene where the Toymaker forces the Doctor and Donna to watch a puppet show about the fates of the Doctor's companions is one of the best meta commentaries the show ever did about itself. The introduction of Ncuti Gatwa is pulled off in a fantastic way. And, the ending is so heartwarming that it makes makes me happy they brought Tennant's Doctor and Donna back.

02 - Heaven Sent (S09, E11)

I previously said that Ncuti Gatwa stands as my favorite Doctor. But, before the Gatwa episodes were out, my favorite was Peter Capaldi. Though Capaldi was given some of the worst scripts of the series (Jodie Whittaker probably got the worst of the worst), he brought such a different interpretation to the Doctor. David Tennant and Matt Smith's Doctors, despite their differences, were largely the same characters. Capaldi's had more of that Eccleston-esque attitude and charm, while bringing this gravitas that makes the silly moments feel real emotionally.

Which brings me to Heaven Sent, which might be the pinnacle of acting in the series. When people think of the best Doctor Who episodes, they probably expect big action and lots of adventure, but to me, the most interesting parts of Doctor Who are when we explore the Doctor as a character. What makes him tick, what makes him who he is, why is he here doing this – exploration of the Doctor and his motives is spectacular, especially when done right. Heaven Sent follows the Capaldi Doctor, after the death of his companion, imprisoned in a castle where he must reveal all his secrets. The torture and sorrow that Capaldi is able to show on his face is both horrifying and spectacular, really showing that he is an outstanding actor. There is no other piece of television like Heaven Sent.

01 - Vincent and the Doctor (S05, E10)

I don't think this is a surprise to anyone. I'm sure everyone has seen the gifs go around of the Doctor taking Vincent van Gogh to the future to see how his work is revered and loved and how moving that scene is. What I don't think most people know is how after that scene, after Vincent has been put back in his own time, the museum doesn't change. There are no new paintings. Amy, the Doctor's companion, then must learn that love and praise alone do not cure mental illness.

This episode has a haze of melancholy. The Doctor may change history plenty of times, but he doesn't often change real events. So, from the very beginning, you know van Gogh's fate, and you know it won't be changed. I actually liked this episode' portrayal of mental illness, it really is something that affects our lives, and makes it hard (if not impossible) to fit into society. How people with mental illness are often outcast, harassed, and treated like subhumans. But, this episode also shows happiness, hope, and love. And, that people do love you, no matter what you may think.

And, I think that makes it the best episode of modern Doctor Who.

Tumblr has decided that adding my full episode rankings would make this post too long. So, I will be adding them in a second reblog (check notes if you want to see!)

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