#yea. square ass guy

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randomly got thinkin abt this jd hc i have so i doodled him for once

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ouhhhghg I miss the kitties ….

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Foul Play - Chapter 3

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 5.1k

warning: language

hey guyssss heres chap 3 !! i literally had multiple mind blanks while writing this so im not sure if it even makes sense or if its even good 😭 but yea other than that theres nth rlly much to say but if u didnt see my post earlier, i will be busy this weekend so i wont be able to write as much... anyways i hope u guys enjoy this chapter !! 🫶🏽 feel free to send thru ideas that i can take into consideration for future chapters ! 🥊

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Paige stepped out of her dorm early in the morning. A slight chill lingered in the air, clinging to her skin as she tugged a hoodie over her head and adjusted the drawstrings. The campus was mostly asleep, still wrapped in silence.

Instead of heading to the gym, she veered off down a quieter path toward one of the outdoor rec courts tucked near the back edge of campus. It wasn’t fancy but it was empty, and that’s what Paige needed. Just space. Air. No eyes on her. No bullshit.

She dropped the basketball onto the concrete and bounced it a few times, testing the way it echoed through the morning quiet. Then, without warming up, she stepped back behind the arc and fired.

Swish.

“Fuck Marcus,” she muttered, catching the rebound on a lazy bounce and stepping back to the top of the key. “Always pulling strings like he’s slick. Like I can’t see through that stupid ass head.”

Another shot hit the back iron and rolled out.

Paige cursed under her breath, chasing it down and spinning it back to her fingertips. She squared her shoulders, bounced once, and fired again.

Swish.

“Fake as hell. Always has been.”

She moved around the arc, settling into a rhythm, her body loosening with each motion, but her mind still clamped tight around the anger she hadn’t shaken since yesterday. Another shot.

Swish.

“And Azzi…” She scoffed under her breath, grabbing the ball again. “Little miss perfect attitude. Giving dirties like I’m the bad guy when she’s dating the fucking snake.”

She launched again. Clang.

“Fuck.” Paige exhaled through her nose, jaw tight. She hated how they were both living in her head like this. She wasn’t supposed to care, well, she didn’t care. At least that’s what she kept trying to convince herself. But the whole situation kept scratching at her insides like an itch she couldn’t reach.

She walked to half-court and stood still for a second, hands resting on her hips, breathing heavy.

“Can’t believe I ever had dumbass’ back,” she muttered, squinting at the hoop. “And now he’s out here tryna mess up everything. Again.”

She dribbled twice, dropped low into her stance, then took off toward the basket in a quick drive. Hard stop, spin, fadeaway.

Swish.

She let the follow-through hang for a second longer than needed, then dropped her arms and shook her head.

“Yea. Keep watching. Let’s see who gets fucked over this time.”

She kept at it, over and over again—every shot a word, every miss a curse, every swish a release. Her hoodie was damp by the time she finally stopped, hands on her knees, chest rising and falling.

Paige finally sat on the court, legs outstretched, ball cradled beside her. Her heart was still racing, but the edge had dulled slightly. For now, it was just her, the sky, and the echo of her own voice talking shit to ghosts that weren’t there but still somehow haunted her all the same.

As the minutes dragged on, the sweat started cooling against her back and the adrenaline slowly drained. She leaned her head back staring up at the sky, trying to slow her thoughts.

But then movement caught her eye.

Across the quad from the court, a door opened.

She blinked, watching absently at first until she saw them.

Jayla stepped out, hoodie tugged low and hair messy like she hadn’t fully fixed herself yet. And right behind her was Marcus, stretching lazily as he lingered in the doorway. Paige sat upright, heart rate spiking again.

They were laughing about something, low and quiet. Jayla swatted at his arm like he said something dumb, and Marcus leaned in murmuring something into her ear.

Without thinking, Paige grabbed her phone. She zoomed in slightly and took a photo of Jayla standing too close while Marcus whispering, half-turned, his hand casually brushing her hip as he stepped away.

She stared at the screen for a second, thumb hovering before locking it. Just a receipt. Not for now. But for if shit blew up. If Azzi started acting brand new again. If Jayla came back with some other fake excuse.

“I fucken knew it,” she muttered.

The same Jayla who canceled on her last night, mid-argument with Marcus. The same Jayla who texted her she “wasn’t interested anymore.”

And there she was, right in front of Paige’s face, hair messy, mouth smiling, standing just close enough to Marcus to kill every excuse Paige tried to build in her head.

Paige just watched with her jaw tight.

Marcus reached out and tugged the edge of Jayla’s sleeve playfully before turning to head off in the opposite direction. Jayla stayed leaning on the door frame, watching him go with a small smirk like they shared some private joke.

“Unreal,” Paige muttered under her breath, standing up with a rough push off the concrete. She picked up her ball and tucked it under her arm, chest still burning with fresh betrayal, old anger, and a fucked up sense of deja vu.

She pulled her phone out again, typed out a quick text to Aubrey.

Paige: omw to urs 

Paige: need to be around someone not fake before i throw hands

She shoved the phone in her pocket, turned toward the path, and started walking faster than necessary. Every step was heavy, but all she could think about was getting to Aubrey’s dorm before she said something or did something she couldn’t take back.

Her knuckles were white around the basketball as she reached Aubrey’s dorm building, shoving through the front doors with more force than necessary. She took the stairs 2 at a time, her hoodie sticking to her back with cold sweat and her jaw locked tight. By the time she knocked on Aubrey’s door, her pulse hadn’t slowed.

Aubrey swung the door open, still in her sleep shirt, one sock halfway on and hair shoved into a lazy bun. “Geez,” she blinked. “You look like you are about to kill someone.”

“I am,” Paige snapped, pushing past her and dropping the ball onto the floor with a thud. “I’m so fucking sick of this shit.”

Aubrey closed the door behind her. “Ok. Sit. Talk.”

Paige didn’t sit. She paced. “It’s not Jayla. I mean—I’m not mad at her, not really. She don’t owe me anything, whatever. But Marcus, that piece of shit is always ruining shit for me. Every time I start to get peace, he just shows up. In my past. In my face. In someone else’s bed.”

Aubrey leaned back against her drawer, arms crossed, letting her get it out.

Paige stopped pacing long enough to yank her phone from her pocket. “Tell me this don’t look sus as hell.”

She turned the screen toward Aubrey, showing her the photo of Marcus whispering into Jayla’s ear, his hand just grazing her hip as she stood in the doorway, clearly fresh out of bed.

Aubrey raised her brows. “Well, damn.”

“I’m not tryna assume,” Paige muttered quickly, dragging the phone back to herself. “Like—I don’t know what happened last night. But knowing Marcus ?” Her voice cracked a little with rage, “They probably fucked. He don’t hang around girls for fun.”

“Paige…”

“Don’t say it,” Paige cut her off. “Don’t say I should talk to Jayla yet. I will. Later. I just needed to not be alone right now or I was gonna lose my shit.”

Aubrey held her hands up. “Ok. I won’t say that.”

Paige dropped onto Aubrey’s bed finally, head in her hands. “And don’t tell anyone about that picture.”

“I won’t,” Aubrey said quickly. “You know I won’t.”

There was a long pause before Aubrey added, “You should show Azzi.”

Paige looked up, eyes sharp. “Fuck no.”

“Paige—”

“She’s not my problem,” Paige snapped. “Let her find out her own way. I’m not saving her from shit.”

Aubrey didn’t push, just nodded once.

Paige leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “I’m gonna find Jayla before practice. Talk to her face to face.”

“You sure that’s a good idea ?”

“I’m not sure of anything,” Paige said. “But I need to look her in the eye. Hear whatever bullshit excuse she’s got. If she’s real about it, cool. If not ? Then I know where we stand.”

Aubrey tossed her a water bottle. “Well… at least drink something before you go confronting people later.”

Paige caught it with a tired smirk. “Thanks, mum.”

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Across the campus, Azzi stood in front of her mirror, dragging a brush through her curls with slow strokes. Her jaw still ached from how hard she’d been clenching it the night before, and sleep hadn’t done much to soften the knot of irritation sitting in her chest. She felt anything but calm.

She was halfway through pulling her hoodie over her head when a knock landed at the door.

She frowned, moving to open it, expecting maybe Caroline or Kaitlyn—but instead, it was Marcus.

Azzi blinked. “Seriously ?”

He gave her a crooked smile that used to work on her. “I just… wanted to say sorry. For yesterday.”

Azzi crossed her arms. “You mean for bailing last minute with no real explanation after we planned that day all week ?”

Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “Yea. I know. I fucked up, babe. I had some shit come up—stuff I couldn’t blow off. But I should’ve called. I should’ve said something better than just ‘I’m busy.’ That was weak. I get it.”

She didn’t respond right away. She just watched him. He was in sweats, jacket half-zipped, eyes tired like he hadn’t slept great either. For a split second, she considered slamming the door in his face but then his voice softened.

“I hate letting you down,” he added, voice low, “I just…I don’t know. My head’s been all over the place lately. But I’m here now. Can I make it up to you ?”

Azzi stared at him, her stomach twisting in a way she couldn’t name. She wanted to stay mad. She should’ve stayed mad. But instead, she sighed, stepping aside and letting him in.

Marcus slid past her quietly, and she shut the door behind him, leaning back against it.

“You can’t keep pulling this shit,” she muttered. “This ‘something came up’ act. It’s starting to feel like I’m not a priority.”

“You are,” he said quickly, moving closer. “You are, Az. I just suck at showing it sometimes. But I care about you. I swear.”

She searched his face, trying to read something deeper beneath the apology, some crack in the surface but there was nothing. Just those soft eyes and that familiar voice, saying all the right things in all the right ways.

Azzi exhaled slowly, tension easing in her chest. “Fine. But you’re buying me breakfast.”

Marcus grinned. “Bet.”

They sat down on her bed, Marcus pulling Azzi’s legs into his lap as they leaned back against the headboard, scrolling through food delivery options on his phone. Azzi let her head fall onto his shoulder, eyes half-lidded, the warmth of his body sinking into her skin.

A few quiet minutes passed as they sat together, the hum of Marcus’s voice filling the room while he scrolled on his phone.

“You want pancakes or something heavier ?” he asked, glancing at her briefly.

Azzi gave a small shrug. “Pancakes are fine.”

He clicked through a few menus, completely content, like everything was back to normal. Like she hadn’t been up half the night feeling like shit. Azzi watched him for a second. The smile on his face, the way he absentmindedly rubbed her shin with his thumb. It all looked good. It all felt good. But something about it didn’t sit right.

“You got anything going on tomorrow ?” he asked casually, still tapping at his screen.

Azzi blinked. “Tomorrow ?”

“Yea, like afternoon. Thought maybe I’d grab us a late lunch. There’s that new burger spot off campus. I could pick you up around three ?”

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. “I’ve got a game tomorrow.”

Marcus glanced up. “Wait, really ?”

“Yea,” she said flatly. “Trial game. Against georgetown.”

His brow furrowed, just slightly. “Since when ?”

Azzi scoffed. “Since last week, Marcus. I’ve mentioned it like three times.”

He blinked, then looked away, rubbing at his jaw. “Damn. My bad. I must’ve zoned out or something.”

Azzi pulled her legs out of his lap, sitting up a little straighter. “You didn’t zone out. You just don’t listen when I talk about soccer unless I’m scoring.”

Marcus raised both hands like he was surrendering. “Alright, chill, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You never do,” she muttered.

There was a pause before Marcus tried to shift the mood back, flashing her a lazy grin. “Okok. My bad. But I’ll come to the game. I’ll be there.”

Azzi’s stomach twisted. She didn’t know if it was guilt, or doubt, or just tiredness, but the last thing she wanted was him showing up out of nowhere after being mia.

“You don’t have to,” she said, already grabbing her phone.

“Nah, I want to,” he insisted, leaning in again. “Text me the time. I’ll show up, front row, loud as.”

Azzi forced a smile. “Sure.”

But in her head, she was already wondering what excuse he’d have this time.

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It was now late afternoon when Paige wandered to the back corridors of the rec center with her hoodie slung over a shoulder and her bag hanging low off the other. She wasn’t even sure why she was still trying to find Jayla. Maybe part of her needed closure. Maybe part of her wanted to catch her slipping. Or maybe she just wanted the truth.

Her eyes scanned the clusters of athletes filtering in for their sessions, but there was no sign of Jayla. Not in the hallway. Not near the locker rooms. Not courtside. Paige felt her jaw tighten until she finally saw her by the vending machines near the back exit, Jayla stood alone, fiddling with her phone, airpods in. She looked tense with her shoulders high, posture closed off, like she already knew someone was coming.

Paige approached slowly.

Jayla glanced up and flinched, her eyes flicking around like she was half-preparing to bolt. “Paige.”

“You free to talk ?” Paige asked evenly, voice low.

Jayla hesitated before nodding, pulling her airpods out. “Yea. Sure.”

They moved into a quiet corner between two practice rooms, out of view.

Paige crossed her arms. “So… you really gonna ghost me with a dry-ass text ?”

Jayla looked down. “I didn’t mean to ghost. I just—”

“You just weren’t interested anymore,” Paige finished for her, voice clipped.

Jayla flinched again but nodded. “That’s what I said, yea.”

Paige studied her face. The avoidance in her eyes. The way her fingers twisted the hem of her sleeve. “You didn’t even give me a proper reason.”

Jayla swallowed, voice tight. “I didn’t have one.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I know.” She looked up at Paige finally. Eyes soft. Guilty. “I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just… I messed up.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “So you’re not gonna tell me what really happened ?”

Jayla opened her mouth then froze. Something behind her eyes shifted. Like she was about to say something important, and then swallowed it down. Her hand gripped the strap of her bag tight, her nails digging in.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

Paige’s jaw twitched. “Can’t or won’t ?”

Jayla didn’t answer right away. Her breath came shallow. Then, softly “I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

Paige leaned in, gaze sharp but not cruel. “So something did happen.”

Jayla’s eyes flickered just for a second. Fear. Guilt. Regret. She didn’t nod. Didn’t speak. But that silence said everything.

“I just wish you’d been straight with me,” Paige said, backing off half a step. “You could’ve told me you weren’t safe to be real. I wouldn’t have pushed.”

Jayla looked like she might cry for a second. “It’s not like that.”

“It never is, until it is.”

Jayla sniffed and wiped at her cheek quickly, then cleared her throat. “You didn’t deserve it. I should’ve been honest. You didn’t deserve to be left hanging like that.”

Paige gave a small nod. “You good tho ?”

Jayla blinked at her, surprised. “Yea. I’m fine.”

“You sure ?”

Jayla hesitated. “…Yea.”

Paige didn’t believe her. Not fully. But she didn’t press. She just looked at her 1 last time, then turned to leave.

“Thanks for telling me what you could,” she said over her shoulder.

Jayla didn’t reply. But as Paige walked away, she felt a weight settle in her chest. Not just betrayal. Not just anger. But something colder.

A new understanding of just how deep Marcus’s toxicity ran.

She was still replaying Jayla’s silence in her head when she rounded the corner and almost walked straight into Azzi.

Azzi stepped in her path.

“What the fuck did you say to her ?”

Paige blinked like she wasn’t expecting it, then laughed under her breath. “Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” Azzi snapped, stepping closer. “She looked scared.”

“Because the truth is scary,” Paige said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Azzi’s jaw clenched. “You’re a fucking bitch, you know that ?”

Paige stopped walking, chest rising. She turned slowly, meeting Azzi’s glare with one of her own. “If I was a bitch, I would’ve fucked everything up for you already.”

Azzi’s expression faltered just enough to catch it.

Paige took a single step forward, voice low and hard. “Your boyfriend cancelled on you last night, right ? Maybe you’d wanna ask him why.”

Azzi’s mouth opened then shut it. Her chest tightened, the sting immediate. But she straightened her spine and fired back, “He already told me. He got caught up in some shit. Stuff he couldn’t blow off.”

Paige let out a sharp, humourless breath. “Shiiii you’re dumber than I thought.”

Azzi’s eyes blazed. “Fuck you.”

“No thanks,” Paige shot back, stepping in again almost nose-to-nose. “You let him say whatever he wants. Do whatever he wants. You’re not just dumb, Azzi. You’re easy.”

Azzi’s hand twitched at her side.

Before it could escalate further, hurried footsteps pounded the floor.

“Azzi—hey !”

Caroline’s voice cracked through as she jogged up, Kaitlyn right behind her.

Caroline slipped between them fast, arm out like a barrier. “Hey. Chill the fuck out.”

Kaitlyn grabbed Azzi gently by the elbow, tugging her back. “Let’s go. Practice starts soon.”

Azzi didn’t move for a second. She just stared at Paige like she wanted to hit her.

Paige didn’t flinch.

Caroline shot Paige a warning look, then turned to Azzi. “Cmon Az. Don’t let her get in your head.”

Azzi let herself be pulled back slowly, her heart racing. Paige stayed rooted where she was, watching her like she was waiting for her to wake up.

“Ask him,” Paige called, voice calm. “If you actually care.”

And then she turned, disappearing down the hall like she hadn’t just cracked something wide open.

Azzi stormed down the hallway with Caroline and Kaitlyn on each side of her, her fists clenched and breath coming faster than she wanted to admit. Her face was stone, but her heartbeat was thudding in her ears.

“Jesus,” Kaitlyn muttered once they were out of earshot. “What the hell was that ?”

Caroline narrowed her eyes, glancing over her shoulder like Paige might come charging back. “Yea, what even started that ?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She kept walking, refusing to look shaken.

“Az ?” Caroline pressed again.

Azzi let out a dry laugh. “She’s just mad Jayla doesn’t want her.”

Kaitlyn blinked. “Wait—Jayla ? Like… volleyball Jayla ?”

“Yup,” Azzi said, popping the p. “Caught them in some shady-looking corner talk and Paige got all defensive when I asked about it.”

Caroline exchanged a glance with Kaitlyn. “It looked like you were about to rip her throat out.”

“She was being a bitch,” Azzi snapped, rolling her eyes. “Talking like she knows my life. Like she knows Marcus.”

Kaitlyn raised her brows. “Was she saying stuff about him ?”

“She tried to act all mysterious. Said I should ‘ask him why he cancelled on me last night,’” Azzi said with air quotes and a mocking tone. “Like I didn’t already talk to him. Like I’m stupid.”

Caroline hesitated. “You did talk to him though, right ?”

“Obviously,” Azzi snapped, sharper than she meant. “He came by this morning. Said he had shit come up. I believe him. Not everything has to be drama.”

Kaitlyn pressed her lips together. “You’ve got a trial game tomorrow. Don’t let that stuff mess with your head.”

Azzi nodded once. “It’s not. I’m locked in.”

Caroline threw an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the locker room. “Then don’t let Paige get under your skin. She wants a reaction.”

“She’s not getting one,” Azzi said casually, staring straight ahead.

She believed Marcus this morning. She still did. But something in Paige’s voice had stuck in her—sharp and irritating.

Still, she shoved it down. Game was tomorrow. Focus came first.

Whatever Paige thought she knew, it didn’t matter. Azzi wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

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The gym echoed with balls bouncing and shoes squeaking on hardwod. Practice hadn’t officially started yet, but a few girls were already warming up on the court, laughing, attempting trick shots, stretching.

KK stood near the rack of basketballs with Ice and Sarah, whispering something while half-grinning. Sarah held a roll of athletic tape behind her back, eyes darting between KK and the locker room door like she was timing something.

“Ok,” KK whispered. “Paige comes in, we tape her ankles together, and pretend it’s a bonding drill—”

“Absolutely not,” Aubrey cut in, stepping in from the door.

KK blinked. “What ? Why ?”

Aubrey just tilted her chin toward the locker room door. “Look.”

A beat later, Paige stormed onto the court throwing her bag down harder than necessary, sleeves shoved up past her elbows, expression tight. Her brows were furrowed and her mouth set in a hard, pissed-off line.

Sarah took 1 look at her and muttered, “Abort mission.”

Paige grabbed a ball from the rack and immediately started doing aggressive dribble combos—hard slams into the floor like she was trying to drive it through the floor.

Aubrey walked over slowly, keeping her voice low. “Yo. What happened ?”

Paige didn’t stop dribbling. “Don’t ask me about her.”

Aubrey blinked. “Jayla ?”

“No,” Paige said, ball snapping up into her hands. “Azzi.”

Aubrey’s head tilted slightly. “Why ?”

Paige exhaled hard, like she’d been holding it in all day. “I showed up to Jayla, talked to her face to face. She was clearly scared, dodging around everything but it’s obvious. Something happened. I didn’t need to push harder. I got my answer.”

“So, what does Azzi got to do wit it ?”

Paige ran her hand through her hair, the hoodie slipping further down her shoulder. “She saw us. Me and Jayla. And immediately came at me like I was the bad guy.”

“She confronted you ?”

“Yep. She called me a bitch. I snapped. I said some shit I maybe shouldn’t have but I was done being nice about it.”

Aubrey crossed her arms, keeping her voice low and even. “Did you show her the picture ?”

Paige scoffed. “No. I told her to ask him.”

Aubrey stared. “Paige…”

“I’m not doing her thinking for her, Aubs,” Paige muttered, tossing the ball hard off the wall. “She’s already made up her mind who the one in the wrong is. If she wants to keep believing Marcus gives a shit about her, she can choke on that bullshit.”

Aubrey stayed quiet for a second, watching Paige breathe heavy through her nose.

“Still,” she said gently, “the pic could’ve helped her listen.”

Paige turned to her, voice cold. “I gave her the match. If she wants to burn the house down, that’s on her.”

And with that, Paige turned and jogged to join the rest of the team for warmups, fury still simmering just beneath the surface.

Aubrey watched her go.

KK wandered over, whispering to Aubrey again. “Ok so… still no prank ?”

Aubrey didn’t even look at her. “Bruh. Read the room.”

KK backed off, hands up. “Noted.”

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They wrapped up practice about an hour and a half later, sweat-slick and breathless under the fading light. The sun was sinking low over the field, casting long shadows across the grass as the early evening air cooled. Azzi wiped her face with the hem of her jersey and kicked off her cleats, tossing them into her bag, her mind already half on tomorrow.

Caroline stretched her arms over her head with a groan. “My legs are done. If georgetown doesn’t show up with ice baths and respect, I’m gonna riot.”

Kaitlyn chuckled, flicking her water bottle cap at her. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m realistic,” Caroline fired back. “They’re aggressive as hell. We’ve gotta be locked in.”

Azzi nodded silently, eyes still on the field behind them, unfocused.

Caroline nudged her. “You good ?”

“Yea,” Azzi said, forcing a small grin. “Just tired. Thinking about tomorrow.”

“Trial game nerves?” Kaitlyn asked, bumping her shoulder playfully. “You’ll kill it. We all will.”

Azzi gave a quick nod. “Yea. I’m ready.”

They walked a little further, the gravel crunching under their sneakers.

“Marcus is coming,” Azzi added casually, like she wasn’t already bracing herself for a reaction.

Kaitlyn glanced at Caroline, then back at Azzi. “Oh.”

Caroline kept her expression neutral. “Nice. He’s… showing up ?”

Azzi caught the loaded pause but ignored it. “Yea. He said he’ll be front row. Loud and all.”

Kaitlyn chewed the inside of her cheek for a beat. “Cool. Hopefully he brings snacks or something.”

Azzi let out a short laugh but didn’t look at either of them. “He’s trying. That’s what matters, right ?”

Caroline finally spoke. “Yea. Just… you know. Focus on you tomorrow. No distractions.”

Azzi nodded again, more stiffly this time. “I am. I will.”

But she could still feel Paige’s words in her head.

“Ask him, if you actually care.”

Azzi tried to shake it, tightening her hair like it would somehow tighten her focus too. She wasn’t going to spiral. Not now.

“You guys wanna get a bite ?” Caroline offered as they reached the parking lot. “Fuel up for domination ?”

Kaitlyn slung her bag over 1 shoulder. “Only if we get those chicken wraps again.”

Azzi hesitated, then gave a small smile. “You guys go. I think I’m just gonna head back. Shower, get my hair done then chill.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. “Alright. We’ll see you tomorrow ?”

“Bright and early,” Azzi promised. 

They exchanged brief goodbyes before splitting off. Azzi walked the rest of the way back alone. Her fingers hovered over Marcus’ name in her messages for a second.

Then she locked her phone and shoved it into her pocket.

She’d see him tomorrow anyways.

—---------------------------------------------------

Paige was out the door as soon as practice finished without a post-practice stretch, no fist bumps, no banter. Just a muttered “I’m out” to Geno and the sharp slam of the exit as she stormed through it. 

She didn’t stop walking until she hit her dorm.

The second the door clicked behind her, she dropped her bag, peeled off her hoodie, and kicked off her shoes hard enough to knock 1 under the desk. She sat on the edge of her bed, breathing heavy, palms planted on her thighs bracing herself.

No music. No tv. Just silence and the hum of early evening campus life outside the window.

A soft knock broke through the quiet.

Paige didn’t move.

Another knock, this one followed by, “Paige. It’s me.”

She sighed through her nose. “It’s open.”

Aubrey eased the door open and stepped in, closing it behind her without a word. She leaned against the dresser and crossed her arms, scanning Paige for a second before speaking.

“You didn’t say bye.”

“I didn’t feel like talking,” Paige muttered.

“Clearly.”

Aubrey stayed quiet for a beat before pushing off the dresser and sitting on the desk chair across from her. “I know I asked… But why didn’t you just show her the picture?”

Paige’s jaw ticked. “Well if she wasn’t such a bitch, I would’ve.”

Aubrey blinked. “Seriously ?”

“Yea. If she hadn’t come at me like she did then maybe I would’ve helped her out. Maybe I would’ve let her in.” Paige’s voice was bitter. “But nah. She can suffer. Let her be with that dickhead. That’s what she picked.”

Aubrey exhaled. “Paige—”

“I’m serious,” Paige cut in. “She chose him. She defends him like he’s got some halo floating above that big ass ego. Fuck that.”

Aubrey leaned forward a little. “Ok, but if you’d shown her the picture—if you’d let her see what he’s actually doing, maybe it would’ve ruined him. You would’ve gotten your payback.”

Paige let out a humorless laugh. “That’s not how I want my payback.”

Aubrey paused. “Then how ?”

Paige didn’t answer right away. She just looked away, lips pressed tight.

Aubrey narrowed her eyes. “Paige…”

Still nothing.

“…Who are you even trying to hurt ?”

Paige looked back at her finally, eyes cold. “Him.”

Aubrey didn’t flinch. “You sure ? Cause if you want to do what I think you’re thinking about doing, you’re not just hurting him.”

Paige shrugged. “Collateral damage.”

Aubrey stared at her. “So Azzi’s just that now ? Collateral ?”

“She’s made it clear she hates me,” Paige said flatly. “So why the fuck should I care ?”

“Maybe because she doesn’t know anything,” Aubrey snapped. “Maybe because all she sees is you blowing through people like a hurricane and thinks that’s all you are.”

“She could’ve asked. She could’ve stopped assuming the worst.”

Aubrey’s voice dropped. “Do you think she even knows what happened back then ? Between you and Marcus ?”

Paige’s mouth twitched. “Knowing him ? He probably fed her some bullshit story. Played victim. Probs told her I was crazy or some shit.”

“Then tell her the truth.”

“No,” Paige said, tone like steel. “I’m not handing her the truth like a gift. Not when she’s acting like this. She doesn’t want the truth. She wants someone to blame.”

“She already has someone to blame,” Aubrey said quietly. “You.”

Paige swallowed. Something flickered in her eyes but it vanished just as fast.

“Good,” she said. “Let her.”

Aubrey leaned back, lips pursed. “You’re seriously gonna go through with it ?”

Paige didn’t say a word.

Aubrey exhaled, standing up slowly. “I hope, when this is all over… it feels worth it.”

Then she walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the knob. “Because hurting someone who doesn’t even know they’re in the middle of a war ? That’s not revenge Paige. That’s cruelty. And it’s just gonna make everything more complicated.”

And with that, she slipped out, leaving Paige sitting alone in the silence again with her heart thudding, mind racing, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

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[godjustkys]

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (all plot, no smut or freaky shit)

“fuck you, man.” you muttered, wiping the blood away from your face as you caught your breath. “i had it.” frank seethed, his boots creaking as he stepped after you, all bloody and beaten as well. “you had it?” you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “if it wasn’t for me, the police would’ve had a great time wiping your brains off of the walls here.” you reasoned, your voice sharp and firm. you placed a hand over your forehead, sighing deeply. one guy had slammed you hard against the wall and you hit your head. you felt a bit dizzy. frank stared at you, not saying a thing. you made eye contact and you held it. eventually, it got.. weird. you placed your hands on your hips, looking at him with a perplexed expression. “what.” you spoke, staying still. “sit down.” he told you, voice rough. “yea? m’fine.” you responded, shifting on your feet. he stepped closer — slowly, deliberately. as if his steps were supposed to be a threat. “sit.” his voice was barely above a whisper, low and rough.

you didn’t budge, of course. like hell you’d be ordered around by a wanted criminal. you saw frank’s fists clench and unclench. someone was getting upset. “back up. police are on your ass like crazy and you still have the gall to act reckless?” you said, narrowing your eyes as you looked into his eyes. his jaw flexed; you swore he was going to lunge at you. attack you. but he seemed to hold himself back with a harsh swallow. frank stepped into your space, close enough for you to smell the iron and sweat clinging to him. “is that it?” he murmured, voice like gravel. “you think i was bein’ reckless?” his eyes burned into yours, dark and intense. “you’re bleeding like a stuffed pig.” he spoke. “you don’t got a damn clue how close you were to being a red stain on that wall. next time you pull a stunt like that, i won’t be savin’ your ass.”

“a stunt like what? oh, the stunt where i saved you from a suicide mission? ah, yes, sue me for not wanting you dead.” you said with a roll of your eyes, relaxing your posture. “you don’t know me.” frank reasoned, completely disregarding the concept of personal space. “do i look like i give a fuck? genuinely.” you started, not backing down. “look into my eyes. tell me where is the big sign that says ‘i wish to know frank castle’.” you mocked, your voice teasing and bordering on annoying. “i don’t care about you, i need your skills.”

“yeah, we’ve been over this. i ain’t working for you.” frank responded to you, his head tilting to the side a bit. “tomato, toma-toh, you’ll come around eventually.” you said with a small shrug of your shoulders. “you keep on wishing.” frank stepped away, turning his back to you. “have you been hanging around that daredevil guy again?” you inquired, making him stop in his tracks. “i’m gonna start thinking he’s making you all soft with his ‘no-killing’ rule.” frank’s shoulders visibly squared. “red ain’t got nothing to do with this.”

“red? isn’t that just adorable. you two on nickname terms already?” you teased with a grin. “no, seriously, frank. stop being so stubborn.” the anger radiating off of frank was immeasurable. “i’m not for hire. i couldn’t care less about what you want.” he spoke, his stance tense and stiff. “i figured you wouldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows about this.” with a small sigh, you crossed your arms. “though i suppose i don’t need you happy.” frank was losing it. his irritation was skyrocketing. “i can give you the normal life back, frank. no more hiding, no more running. you’d have everything.” you spoke, clearly trying to coax him. “well, besides your family, which i am sorry about.” you added flatly. in a literal second, frank was back in front of you, grabbing the front of your shirt and slamming you against the wall. “this is my life now. stop talking.” he gritted out, his face an inch away from yours. “ooh, you do know i’m into this, right?” you breathed out, not phased at all. though the initial slam hurt your head more than it should’ve. frank didn’t respond, he just kept glaring at you. “as much as i’m enjoying this,” you started, placing a hand over his injured forearm. “don’t get so riled up. you know what i meant, i wasn’t trying to be rude. or insensitive.”

[girldriveroscar]

GIRL DRIVER 🫵 HAVE YOU SEEN OJP SWEATY CYCLING AND BLUSHING

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like I am actually just passionate about the bumps in the road and the chaffing from endured pressure to his cat and the sweat accumulating into a Sweet heady scent bro im actually just a passionate man actually. like actually the curved breast could not dazzle me nor could a smile run through his hips and thighs to the dark center where procreation flares actually

and now he wants to go and make this a thing? now he literally steps into My Home and jerks My Dick Off? he walks into my humble abode and actually hands me the tissue ??? and I'm the bad guy?

him and his two fingers that go Up his cunt?

his meaty fucking thighs squeezed into that spandex like sausages. i dont even fw sausage and thats not a double entendre Hey man were just doing this on main?

like in the town square? youre showing everyone what u look like catching your breath mid backshot?

blushing BLUSHING? IM SORRY??? ACTUAL SHOT OF HIM WORKING OUT NOT THIS IS NOT POSED? ACTUAL SHOT BECAUSE HE DOES ACTUALLY JUST GET PERFECTLY PINK AND SWEATY FROM A BIT OF CARDIO? like hey man youre just made to do that? is that what youre made for??

just Handing me perfect reference for the way your rear delts waterfall into perfect fronts and triceps and bicep? youre just gonna be a perfect equation of my dream arms youre just gonna do that okay..

and Yea lets get into this too because what youre telling me is Mclaren PR said hey dude. lets uhh lets get to work lets clock in. your thirst trap quota for this month? ohh yea so were just gonna give the phone to your trainer and hes gonna work you til youre perfectly fucked out And Then hes going to bend you over this stupid bike in your stupid shorts and hes gonna get a couple stupid shots. like this is not real. like do you hear me right now. like this is foreplay?

and how many outtakes were there. whos the sucker who went through all these to nail a tasteful amount of bulge and thigh. im actually

im actually disgusted. when he starts looking like a professional millionaire athlete leading the most competitive field of his sport possible ohh hey i dont think i can handle that guy. oh hey. actually can you go back to bad posture and chopped hairline and frumpy shirts. hey man im actually getting stressed man. im actuw he

[paxaz535]

Brother’s Best Friend

♡pairing ♡

paige x black!oc

chapter viii (8)

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series here

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note: so so sorry for the late update guys ,, i’ve been busy lately :/ but here it is!

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“P. let me go.” Daveli whispered as she looked down at paige’s hands. Paige sighed but listened to the girl, knowing that what Nai said wouldn’t slide past eli, no matter what.

Daveli quickly turned around, full speed walking towards the light skin. Nai quickly squared up, already knowing what Daveli was up to. “Come on bitch. Show me i’m a thot.” Eli spoke as she squared up as well.

“Should we let em fight?” David asked. “Hell yea. she just disrespected my best friend. And as for you bitch, I wanna see you try and jump in.” Makayla spoke as she pointed towards Mia. The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes, stepping back.

Daveli decided to swing on her first, breaking her top rule when it came to fighting but she couldn’t deal with the girl anymore. Nai got away with too much shit and this was Daveli’s breaking point.

Nai immediately tried to go for her hair but Eli punched her to the floor. Swear words could be heard left from right, the girls going at it. It was getting to a point where Paige noticed Nai was getting weaker, signaling her that it was time to break up the fight.

“Alright!” The blonde pulled Eli off, letting Nai stand up. “You a bitch!” Daveli laughed, a smile on her face. “You just got your ass beat like one, fuck outta my face.” She exclaimed as Paige drug her towards the bedroom.

“I told david ass not to bring her.” Daveli spoke as she stood in the mirror of the bathroom. “Girl, you almost killed her.” Azzi exclaimed, she was still in shock of how fast everything happened. Eli chuckled, shaking her head. “She lucky Paige pulled me away.”

Jaida was rewatching the video on her phone, laughing at how Nai fell to the floor with one punch. “This is crazy.” Caroline spoke as she watched as well. Daveli looked at her own phone and noticed the time. “We should start getting ready. It takes us a while to get there.” Everyone nodded, immediately getting their outfits out.

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This is why Makayla absolutely adored Daveli. The girl just got into a fight and now she’s driving her car, listening to music like nothing completely happened. They all decided to only take three cars. Daveli, Makayla, Emma, Azzi and Carol is in Daveli’s SUV, Paige, Jaida and the twins decided to ride with David and them. Everyone was following Eli’s car because she had the gps.

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They were 15 minutes away from the arcade and Eli got more excited as they got closer. The music was playing and the vibes was good, she had a feeling she was gonna like this little group they’ve formed.

As Eli pulled up to a stop sign, she heard Emma gasped. Emma had saw that Derek had posted a photo of them, but in the background you can see Paige and Mia all boo’d up. Emma showed Azzi and Carol and the two had the same reaction. Daveli was confused, “What are we gasping for?”

Makayla looked at the hispanic from her passenger seat with her eyebrow raised. Emma looked at her phone before showing Makayla. The light turned green and Daveli had to move so she couldn’t see the picture. Makayla looked at the girl and back at the phone. Eli quickly looked at her face before turning back to the road. “Yall, what the fuck?”

“You don’t wanna see.” Makayla told her best friend. Daveli smacked her lips, her eyebrows “Bro. you making me want to see.” She looked at Emma from the rear view mirror. Emma just nodded, before going back to her phone. Eli hated when Makayla said those words, cause they usually involved paige.

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They finally arrived at the arcade and the first thing Eli did was look at Emma. “Show me.” Emma looked up at her. “You sure? i’ll show you pero you won’t like it..” Daveli just nodded, waiting for her to show her. Emma pulled up the picture, turning her phone towards the girl. Daveli face was confused. “It’s a picture of the twins, what’s the problem?”

Emma shook her head, “look in the background, pendeja.” Daveli took a closer look and her face dropped. she really didn’t like this mia girl. but she didn’t even fully blame it on her, paige chose to be up on her too. Eli just nodded, her lips going inwards.

“Like i said yesterday, fuck em. Come on.” Emma told her as she opened her door, everyone else doing so too. Daveli just stared ahead before sighing and getting out her car. Everyone else was finding parking spots, finally meeting up with them afterwards. Daveli noticed Paige and Mia walking side by side, smiles on their faces. She just rolled her eyes and continued into the arcade.

It was packed to say the least. Kids were running around, some people eating. There was even a bar and a bowling section. Eli made sure to come here more just to do other activities as well. She could hear Metro Station playing through the speakers, making her head bob a little.

A young looking lady came in front of them. She looked around 20 or 23. She had a huge smile on her face. “Welcome. Are you Daveli?” The girl nodded her head, a smile on her face. The worker nodded, “perfect. follow me.” The group of young adults followed the worker, they walked towards the back side of the place.

She could see an escape room sign and smiled. “This is where you’ll be placed to do the escape room, a worker should be out in a second.” Daveli smiled at the lady, “thank you so much.” The girl just nodded, walking towards a group of kids. “I’m kind of scared.. ain’t this a scary one?” Jaida asked as she, Paige and the twins stood next to Daveli and them. Daveli just nodded, “It should be fun.” She answered.

Paige noticed the way Daveli didn’t really talk to her the whole time they were waiting for the worker, which made her a bit confused. She wanted to talk to the girl but Daveli stayed by Emma and Makayla. The worker finally came out, the man smiling at the group. “Hey guys. Welcome to the escape room. The one you’ll be doing is called Scare Run. through out the whole thing, there will be actors coming around and jumping at you but they won’t touch you. I’m first gonna walk you through the whole thing, so you’re comfortable.”

The man started walking towards the door and opened it for everyone to follow. Daveli quietly screeched, she absolutely loved things like this. “There’s three rooms in total. This first room, you won’t get scared too much but don’t expect to not get scared at all. You’ll have an hour to escape.” He opened the door that was inside that room and walked in. “This room, the scaring will increase by a bit. you’ll have 30 minutes.” He went into the next door that led into a hallway. A very long one. It had big windows on each side, pitch black inside.

“Down this hallway, the last room is at that door. It’ll be a long run so I hope you guys have the stamina.” Paige and Jaida laughed and dapped each other up. The sound making Eli look at the blonde. “We play basketball so this should be easy.” She spoke as she smirked at the worker. The man just laughed, “perfect!” Eli looked away before she got too lost into staring at the girl. The group walked all the way to the room.

“Last room, you’ll have 15 to escape so you have to act quick. That door we just came through automatically opens when you get close enough to just run through. And this is the end.” He opened the other door and it showed where they all left off. “In total, you have an hour and 45 minutes to get out. Good luck and have fun.”

Daveli was first to walk into the room, immediately looking around for clues. “Damn girl, can we get inside the room first?” David teased as he looked at his sister. Daveli flipped him off, suddenly the room went dark. No one could see anyone, “aw hell nah!” Jaida spoke loudly. The lights came back on but there was a body standing in the corner, making Daveli scream. “What the fuck!”

Everyone turned their attention to where she was looking and got a little frightened too. The clock was now at 58 minutes. “Come on, just look around.” Derek spoke as he and Nai went to a spot in the room. Paige, Mia, Jaida and Jayden were all together. Daveli kept taking peeks at Paige and Mia and it irritated her. “I found a note!” Azzi spoke a loud as she held it up. Everyone looked at her, waiting for her to read what it says.

“The key is the key to the solution. In order to get your next hint, use these letters to make a word and that is the code to open the treasure box.” She looked at the letters and read them out loud. “The letters are C O L A B O L A R O T N I N.”

Everyone looked confused, “set it on the table. does anyone have a pen?” Daveli asked as she kneeled on the floor in front of the table. Connie checked her purse and handed a mechanical to her. “good looks,”

The note was pretty big so she ripped a piece of it off and looked at the letters. “Does anyone have an idea? The letters right there.” Jayden looked closely and thought. Everyone was thinking, including Daveli. After a whole 5 minutes passed, mind you they’re on a time limit, Caroline spoke up. “Try.. collaboration.” Daveli looked at the girl and nodded, going towards the treasure chest.

the chest clicked, meaning it worked. Everyone cheered, David came over to clap carol on her back. The brunette just laughed, looking at everyone. Daveli opened the chest to find a key and another note. “Find the safe before it’s too late.” She read. Everyone looked at the time, it was now 40 minutes left on the clock. “Shit.”

Everyone separated, going to find the safe. There was a bookshelf, Daveli went to look through the books. As she was looking, paige thought this was a good time to try and talk to her. She walked up, and began looking through books as well. “Daveli, y-“ Daveli head turned towards Caniya when she called her name. Daveli turned her head towards the twin and smiled, immediately walking over.

Paige smiled dropped, looking at the girl walk away. “The fuck..” she whispered to herself. Jaida came over after watching the whole interaction, a small grin on her face. “You seen that, bro? what’s wrong wit her?” Jaida just shrugged, “She probably just wanna focus on getting out. Come on,” Paige just shook her head, taking one more peak at the brown skin before continuing to look.

After another 5 minutes of searching, David found the safe. “Finally, shit.” The younger girl exclaimed as she walked towards her brother. She put the key inside and opened the safe, a flash light in sight. Not just any one though, it was a black light flash light. meaning it only works in the dark. Daveli looked more inside the safe, nothing else in sight. “A flashlight?” Makayla spoke.

“It’s a black light. I-“ A scream was heard, making everyone jump. They all turned around to see a big board on the table. It had words on it, forcing everyone to read them.

‘You have found the black light. In 10 Seconds, the lights will flicker off for 5 seconds 6 times, meaning you have 5 seconds to find a 6 digit code around the room. You only get one try, don’t mess up.’

“Aw shit.” There was a marker on the table next to the board, “Someone write the numbers down as we find them.” Daveli exclaimed as she pointed at the marker. Jayden quickly volunteered, running towards the board and immediately picking up the marker. The screen that had the timer switched to a white screen. Eli had the light ready, turning it on before the lights even shut off.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

the room was black, a lady could be heard counting from 5. Daveli quickly pointed the light to the left wall, looking around before immediately being met with the number 7. “Seven!” Jayden wrote it down, the lights coming back on after the lady said 1. The lights came back on and everyone looked at Jayden. He pointed at the board, saying that he wrote it. Daveli nodded, getting the point of the mini game they were playing here.

the 10 second cool down was over and the lights came off again. This time, she checked the ceiling, looking at every corner before the number 0 came up. “Zero!” The group yelled. The five seconds were up and the lights came on again. Jayden wrote the number down and nodded towards Eli. Eli nodded at him, this wasn’t too bad. It was actually a bit easy, just four more numbers.

The lights came off again, she checked the right wall. Immediately was met with another 0. “Zero again.” Jayden wrote it down. The lights came on. A voice could be heard.

“Only three more numbers.”

“So far we have seven, zero, zero.” Jayden spoke as he looked at everyone. The light turned off again, Eli looked at the wall in front of her, it took her a little longer but she found two numbers this time, a 3 and 1. “Three and one!”

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The group finally finished the escape room and was honestly impressed with themselves. They had got chased by actors down the long hallway and everyone literally fell trying to pile into the last room. It was funny, Daveli asked to record the footage from the camera and the nice man let her. “That was difficult.” Derek laughed as they all walked around.

At this point, Daveli has made it an accomplishment at ignoring paige, simply because she just didn’t wanna talk to her after what she saw. Paige saw and it was lowkey hurting her feelings. She hadn’t talked to the girl ever since they left the hotel and she wanted to talk to her about the escape room.

Daveli was laughing with Makayla and the twins as everyone walked around. “What’s wrong with you?” Mia asked as she looked up at the blonde. Paige looked down with a bothered look on her face, Mia had her arms wrapped around Paige’s left arm as they walked side by side. “Nun.” She was lying. Not talking to Daveli all day was messing with her. If they didn’t talk, they at least texted but this was new to paige. She hadn’t realize how much of an impact Eli had on her.

“You seem bothered.” Mia spoke as her eyes grew soft. Paige forced herself not to roll her eyes and pull away from the girl. “I ain’t. Come on,” Another lie. The girl walked faster to catch up with everyone else. The two didn’t see but Daveli had been looking at them, her countenance sour.

“Yo, is anyone hungry?” Derek spoke a loud. Agreements could be heard around the group, letting him know everything he needed.

He walked towards the restaurant part of the arcade and found two empty tables next to each other. Him and Derek pushed the long tables together so everyone could be with each other. Everyone took a seat, Daveli was sandwiched between the twins and Makayla. Paige and Mia sat right in front of her, Derek being on Mia’s side while jaida sat next to paige.

Daveli internally screamed, why did they have to sit right there? She looked at her best friend to see the brown girl already looking at her. They talked with their eyes before David’s loud voice interrupted. “Imma get four pizzas, pepperoni, sausage, what else?” Daveli quickly spoke up. “Cheese!” Ew’s could be heard around the table. She widen her eyes, “you guys are so childish.” David shook his head, “Imma get two pepperonis, one sausage and cheese. That’s good?” Everyone agreed and david waited for a waiter to come up to the table.

Daveli tried not to look in front of her but it was kind of hard not to, she saw paige already looking at her. The brown girl quickly looked away, she was about to talk to Connie but the song that came on the speakers made her stop. ‘When Will I See You Again’ by Wakka was heard. This was her and paige’s song. The two would always listen to it when Paige came over, and they’d post each other to it sometimes too.

Daveli tried her hardest not to look at the 19 year old but she couldn’t bare the blue eyes she felt on her. They made eye contact as their favorite part came on.

when will i see you, see you, see you again

i just wanna hold your hand

she wanted to scream, cry, throw up and storm off, but she controlled herself. She sighed in disbelief as she saw Mia pull the girl closer to her and looked back at the twins. She forced a smile when Caniya showed her a reel on instagram. Paige was thinking the same thing at the same time. Her heart stopped for a bit when she heard the first few words from the speaker. It brought back memories for when the two used of hang out a lot more.

David finally ordered the pizza, letting everyone know it’ll be ready soon. Emma was thinking about what they’d do after they eat. It was still a bit early before they all had to leave and she wanted to do one last thing. “Yall tryna do laser tag after we eat?” She asked around the table.

Everyone was up for it, laser tag was always lit growing up. Now doing it with a group of friends at this age was the cherry on top. The pizza finally arrived with three pitchers of Sprite, Dr. Pepper and water. “Let’s eat!” David exclaimed.

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After about 30 minutes of eating and letting food digest, everyone was ready for laser tag. Luckily, most kids and their families were leaving so little to no people were in line. As they approached the entrance, a boy around they age stood. “What’s up.” He spoke as she let everyone in. Everyone spoke back, gladly walking into the room. He closed the door behind them as he let them watch the rule video which no one ever followed in their life.

“He was fine..” Caniya spoke as she bit her finger. Connie laughed at her twin, shaking her head. “Meh..” Caniya smacked her lips, “girl your type is white and asian boys so obviously you’d think he isn’t fine.” Connie nodded her head, she loved her some asians and whites.

Daveli stood by Azzi, the girl still upset from earlier. that song made her think about paige the whole time they walked towards the laser tag part of the arcade. She didn’t wanna feel like this right now. David noticed his sister quietness considering the fact that she loved laser tag.

“Davie.” Eli looked towards her brother, knowing that’s his personal nickname for her. “You good?” he mouth towards her. Eli looked at paige and mia. they were watching the video, eli noticed their hands touching.

she just looked at her brother, smiled, and nodded. She turned towards the screen, not really having any interest in the video but it’d stop her from looking at paige.

after the video was over, the same boy that let them in, came inside as well. he turned on the light and led them to where the vests and guns were. the colors were red and blue, Eli automatically walking towards blue.

“Ight, before we start. what’s the teams?” Jaida asked as she looked at everyone. Eli grabbed Makayla, Emma, Azzi, Carol, Connie and Caniya, and Mj. “We team blue, aka the winning team.” She spoke as she fixed her vest. Paige was a bit upset Eli didn’t choose her but she was happy to be with David.

“Stop being delusional, davie. we all know team red gon win.” She waved him off, waiting for her team to finish up fixing their stuff. The worker waited till everyone was ready, “i’m pretty sure yall know what to do. if you run out, just go back to your corner to recharge your guns. That’s really it, have fun.” He opened the door to the arena and everyone went to their designated sides.

“Starting in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Everyone immediately started running, shots being fired already. Daveli was camping. She was waiting for someone to come in view to shoot them. She had her gun ready, she could see Derek walking around. Immediately shooting at him, running away when he noticed he got shot. “Fuck!”

As daveli was running, she found a wall to hide behind with an opening. She placed her gun in the hole and again, waited for someone to come in sight. As she was waiting, she wasn’t paying attention behind her and someone grabbed her waist. It was dark, the only lights are the led lights flashing around so she really couldn’t make out who grabbed her until they stopped. “What th-“

“chill, d. it’s me.” Her heart dropped. She did not want to talk to the blonde and was doing good with that. Guess she couldn’t avoid her forever. Daveli rolled her eyes and turned towards the blue eyed girl.

“what’s up?” Daveli made her voice sound irritated. She didn’t wanna sound too nervous. “What’s wrong witchu? you ain’t talk to me since we left the hotel.” Paige looked down at the girl. Daveli knew this was coming, she really wanted to leave the conversation. “Nothing.” She simply answered.

Paige wasn’t taking that for an answer. She smacked her lips and grabbed the girl by her wrist, pulling towards a secluded corner. “Dude, i’m not slow. what’s wrong?” Daveli shook her head, looking at her gun, debating. “Daveli.” She looked up, her right eye brow raised.

“are you and mia something?” it slipped out, she didn’t mean to actually ask her that. It was already too late, paige looked at her confused. “Don’t look stupid, paige. I saw you guys in the car.” Paige thought back to earlier. Daveli didn’t stop though, “And all at the escape room. I mean you guys were all over each other.”

paige looked at her. “it’s.. it’s complicated. I-“ Daveli quickly cut her off. “It’s obviously not complicated if you guys are walking around hand and hand. you look like a couple.” daveli was letting her jealous side come out. She got mad thinking about it again. “Daveli, i” She wasn’t trying to hear the girl.

“She wants you paige. just secure the bag.” Daveli started to get sad, thinking about paige being someone else’s for the 5th time. Paige noticed the girls tone. “Daveli.”

The brown girl looked at her. Paige needed to know.

“Why do you care?”

Daveli felt tears, she wouldn’t let them fall. ‘I care because I love you paige. I never stopped, and it kills me to see you with someone else who isn’t me.’ is what she could’ve said. it’s what she wanted to say. But she didn’t. She didn’t because it wouldn’t make sense and it would fuck up a lot of things. Instead, she went with the safest option.

“I don’t.”

Daveli slowly raised her gun and shot paige in her vest, the buzzer indicating that time was up. The two stared at each other until they heard their teammates yelling their names. Daveli gave her one last glance before walking away. Saying what she wanted would’ve ended badly and she was positive it would. This was gonna be hard for the young girl, seeing that she almost confessed to her crush. She was just scared of how Paige would take it. In her mind, she thought Paige only strictly thought of her as a little sister.

She said that before a few years ago and it stuck with her ever since. She was heartbroken to say the least but she never gave up on Paige.

Maybe it’s time to.

omgosh guys holy smokes i actually love this chapter

anywho

next chapter will probably be boring idk i have to see

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[18catsreading]

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Izzy/Ostentatia: can I cast enhance ability and give her beat shit?

Antiope: smoke this bear, Katja!

Brennan: I'm gonna pull up bear --

Becca/Penny: no, not Koda, please, I'll give my life for Koda!

Sam: Koda, I believe in you. And I give Koda bardic inspiration.

Katja: what! Against me?!

*overlapping chatter*

Brennan: okay, so you have enhanced ability, I'm gonna need an athletics check with advantage from you.

Sephie/Sam: my first time bardic inspiration!

Brennan: what did you roll?

Rekha/Katja: I rolled an 18, which plus my athletics is a 27.

Aabria: let's go

Becca/Penny: come on Koda

Brennan: I'm gonna roll.

Sephie/Sam: remember that bardic inspiration!

Brennan: yes, bardic inspiration.

*overlapping chatter*

Rekha/Katja: Absolutely psychotic

Aabria/Antiope: I want Hunter's Sense on this bear. What is his weakness?

Rekha/Katja: fuck yes

Antiope: I'm whispering in your ear like, 'go for his nuts.'

Becca/Penny: I get an acrobatics check as I spin the bear on my feet?

Rekha/Katja: this is unreal you created, and then brought back this bear.

Penny: Koda is a circus trained bear and I have acrobatics.

Brennan: so I'm gonna roll. Here's, here's Koda's athletics check.

*math happens* Katja: 27, Koda: 24

Erika/Yelle: before this resolves --

Katja: and it will never resolve!

Erika/Yelle: everyone hears a voice in the back of their heads that says: 'Everybody knock it off and grow the fuck up.'

Rekha: gasps

Penny: yeah, Koda

Yelle: you too Koda

Sam: especially Koda

Brennan: Katja you've got --

Ostentatia: who just fucking cursed at me?

Brennan: so you all -- so Danielle just communicated telepathically. You gently release Koda from the arm bar that you have Koda in.

Rekha/Katja: yea it was an arm bar and I was about to grab him like *gestures with a clenched fist* like this is his shirt and put him up against the --

Izzy: shirt?

Rekha/Katja: yea, but this is fur, against the thing. And go like a 'why I oughta!'

Becca/Penny: no Koda wears a tiny T-shirt, that's right.

Rekha: *something I can't catch* really small.

Izzy: is it Paddington?

*overlapping chatter and laughing*

Brennan: a talking Kodiak Bear with an enormous rain jacket and hat. Less cute that size. Cool. So, so Katja you were clearly about to tie this bear in a knot.

Aabria/Antiope: kick this bear's ass.

Brennan: and Danielle grabs everyone's attention. Zelda looks at Yelle and goes [as Zelda]: cool. Yeah, we need to head to the Baronies. We should go.

Katja: yeah, yeah. Are you cool, Koda? Are you fucking cool?

Koda: if you are cool, I am cool. We have no problem. Maybe next time we go there's no sucker punches, and we sort of, you know?

Yelle: okay, you know what. This is what we call, in the industry, bear baiting. And you're not going to fall for it.

Izzy: what industry?

Aabria/Antiope: we're getting baited by a bear that's fucked.

Katja: I am not falling for this

Penny: the nature industry

Katja: I am strong, I am strong, and you are weak

*overlapping chatter*

Brennan: uh, amazing. So it kicks off a little bit again, and you guys head off from here. Katja and Koda, the tension is palpable.

Rekha/Katja: and we're sitting next to each other!

Penny: I hope on Koda's back

Izzy: they're gonna fuck!

Penny: I'm whispering to Koda what a good boy he is, and how he's better than a horse.

Katja: I'm whispering to cinnamon "you know there's nothing on earth that's better than a horse, you know that right?

Cinnamon: I didn't let that bear get to me. I didn't let that bear get to me.

Brennan: so you all move along

[justwhisperingfantasies]

 @fanficocean Coffee Shop: The barista is cupid and makes people fall in love because they’re bored. @alphabetquest Prompt: Coffee Shop @fandom-free-bingo Square: Accidental hand touching

Inspired By @zepskies - Coffee Order Headcanons

Pairing: Ben aka Soldier Box -x- Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff (ish), Ben being Ben.

Ratings: Mature

Summary: What the heck happened at that coffee shop?

Word Count: 1,380

@copperboom82 Thank you for being my beta. Also for all your love and support 🤍

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“You know, you didn’t have to come,” you snapped, interrupting Ben’s insufferable bitching.

His head turned to you as you pushed the gearshift into park, giving you that smartass smirk. “And miss you in your element?” He took a long drag off his cigarette. “I think not sweetheart.” The smirk returned after he blew the smoke in your direction.

You let out a hearty sigh. “Let’s just get this over with,” you said, reaching for the door handle. “And don’t think I’m gonna wait around for you to finish that damn thing.”

“Oh, I know your ass ain’t that nice.” He winked, walking fast to catch up to you as he flicked the bad habit out of his fingers.

You pointed your finger at him, stepping onto the sidewalk. “Pot,” you began, then pointed back at yourself, “kettle.”

He smirked, opening the door for you. “After you,” he mocked as he gestured you inside, making you scoff a laugh. “Hello Ladies.” You glanced over your shoulder as you heard his voice in time to see him wink at the two older women walking through.

“Such a gentleman,” you heard one of them whisper, and you pursed you lips together holding back a laugh.

“See, I can be nice,” Ben teased, returning to your side.

You chuckled when you noticed him checking one of the women out. “Yea, when you wanna get your dick wet.”

“Still counts,” he said as you stepped into the back of the line, which wasn’t far from the door. “I can’t believe people actually like this shit this much.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned your whole body towards him. “Says the guy that said he wanted coffee…”

“Yes coffee, not this vanilla bean latte and fruit pink drink bullshit,” he gestured to the menu hanging above the counter. You exhaled through you lips, making them vibrate as his ranting started again. “And what the fuck is oat milk?”

“It’s a milk alternative, Ben.”

“Back in my day, there was no such thing, and we sure as hell didn't put it in our fucking coffee.

“Are you done?”

“I’m just sayin’,” he followed you as the line moved. “What the hell do you need a milk alternative for anyway?” he asked in a mocking tone.

“Because, some people are lactose intolerant…”

He scoffed a loud laugh. “But it’s fucking milk.”

You gave the elderly woman a smile with warm cheeks as she turned around, her eyebrows knitted at Ben.

“Ben, you're out in public. Could you at least pretend to be civilized?”

“Ya know who’s lactose intolerant?” he disputed and your fingertips rubbed circles on your temples. You were pretty sure his answer would not be socially acceptable. “Fucking pussies,” he exclaimed, proving you right. “Pussies are lactose intolerant.”

“Benjamin, you can’t say shit like that,” you hissed when one of the men in front of you cleared his throat.

Ben’s eyes narrowed at you. He hated you calling him Benjamin almost as much as you hated him calling you sweetheart. “Free country sweetheart,” he countered with a smirk

“Yes, but we have been over this - you have to respectful to others.”

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Would it matter if I said no?” you quipped moving up again.

He lowered his voice. “How the fuck do you get milk out of an almond?”

“So, let me guess… plain ol’ boring black coffee for you?” you snickered trying to change the subject.

“If ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” He smiled at you. "What are you getting?"

"Ha, you think I'm gonna give you ammo to make fun of me now?" You shook you head. "Nuh uh."

He leaned toward you with a grin. "Pussy," he whispered in you ear, making you snort. You cleared your throat as you moved up in line again. "Come on tell me." You sighed. "I promise I wouldn't make fun of you. Cross my heart," he added in a mocking tone.

"Pretty easy to swear on your life when you can't die."

"You have a point." He looked as the menu, biting the inside of his cheek as he pondered. "Lemme guess, that caramel ribbon thing?"

"Frappe."

"Yeah, whatever the fuck that is."

You chuckled. "Wrong."

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin as he read the menu again, and you bit back a smile. "What's a dragon drink? that sounds pretty badass."

"It's the mango dragon fruit refresher with coconut milk," you laughed as you looked over at him giving you a blank stare.

"It's actually pretty tasty, you should try it," the man behind you spoke up.

Ben's brows furrowed as he turned around, "Yeah, and you should try gargling my-"

"Benjamin!"

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Thank you for your suggestion." The man nodded as Ben turned back around.

"Good boy," you teased.

Ben let out a belly laugh, making everyone's head turn. The barista working the register caught your attention. Her eyes lingered on him and then shifted to you as she gave you a dampened smile.

"Are you gonna tell me or not?" he asked, stepping forward.

"Fine," you huffed. "I'm getting a salted caramel cream cold brew."

Ben raised his eyebrows as his lips puckered out. "Aw, what you don't like nut milk?" he chuckled as your cheeks turned red from his deliberate phrasing.

You shook your head "I'm not touching that."

"Huh, that's the first time I've heard that." He chuckled again as your cheeks got warmer. "So, what is cold brew?"

"It's coffee that is brewed at room temperature, bolder taste, less acidity, more caffeine. They serve it over ice, you can always get nitro cold brew." You giggled as Ben sighed, lifting his head with his eyes shut.

"Hi, how are you guys today?" the barista greeted as you stepped up to the counter.

"Good, how are you?"

"I'm great," The barista replied in a giddy manner. "So what can I get for this super cute couple?"

A howl of laughter pushed past your lips. "No, no, no, no," you stammered, cheeks blazing. "No, no, we are not a couple."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What can I get for you?" she murmured, you read the text message of everyone's order to her and then gave your own. "And for you sir?"

"Let me try one of those cold brew things," Ben told her, making your jaw drop. "No flavor or cream. Just black."

"Well look at you, trying new things, I'm so proud," you said nudging Ben's arm.

"Shut up," he teased, nudging you back.

Waiting at the pickup counter you heard him sigh, then felt his knee tap the back of yours. "Stop, you child."

"But, I'm bored."

Your attention snapped to the barista as you heard your name. Butterflies stirred in your stomach as Ben's fingers brushed against yours when you both reached for the carrier.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were going to…" you fumbled over your words.

He cleared his throat, "I got it." He gave you a smile, making the butterflies stronger.

"You know, this cold brew shit isn't half bad," he admitted as you punched in the code and held the safe house door open for him.

You giggled, "Ah, well I'm glad you like it."

"Hughie!" Ben yelled handing him his coffee, your eyes followed as he start handing out the other beverages.

"Alright, love." You head turned to Butcher as he stepped beside you. "What the fuck happened at that coffee shop?"

You gave him a scoff. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, I had to side between yuns to keep from killin' each other." He took a drag off his cigarette. "And now, he's over there smilin' while you're over here giving him the fuck me eyes of teenager in love."

"Butcher, I think you've finally gone mad." You looked back over to Ben. He raised his cold brew to his lips, scrunching his face at you. You chuckled. "I don't know, I guess he's not as bad as I thought."

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Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 1 of 2

“You’re kidding.”  

“Why would I be kidding?” His tone had shifted. You could hear his brows and eyes furrowing at the strangled laugh you had shakily exhaled. 

“How did you find out?” He had to be fucking with you. 

“Um, the mission briefing...like usual?”  

“What?” Shit, so he wasn’t fucking with you. You blinked away tears of frustration already threatening to leak into your voice. Stupid. 

“Huh?”  

“So, you’re really leaving?”  

“Have to, beautiful.”  

“But...” 

“Yea, I know. I’ll miss you too.” His tone was getting softer with every awkward response you choked out. 

“No, I mean...” You let the words trail off. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten the meaning behind this quickly approaching date. Your brain couldn’t even craft a way to bring it up without whining. You couldn’t do it. “Just be safe, okay?” 

“The hell do ya think I am? I’m always safe.” 

“Safer than your version of safe, please.” Your tone was firm as it delivered the familiar words, a ritual every time he left for a mission.

The memory of the first time you’d made the request came to you easily. He was in the doorway of your office, backing out, bumping his wide shoulders into the frame as he failed to smoothly exit. Red spread across the skin directly below his mask. You had thought you had overstepped, maybe he was upset that you questioned his performance. Your head had tilted to the side in confusion when instead he only said, “Yes, ma’am.” He landed a smack against the head of the blonde hero snickering behind him as he walked off, mumbling something about shutting up.  

“Mmm.” You smiled. Maybe he was thinking of that day too.  

“‘Mmm’ isn’t a promise.” 

“I’ll be back before Saturday. Promise.” 

“Back with all the parts you left with.” 

“Ya gonna’ love me less if I don’t?” His words were obviously being spoken through a smile now, or a smirk more likely. 

“Depends on what you lose.” A part of you melts at the chuckle let loose in your ear.  

“Bullshit.” 

“Mhmm.” You’re quick to agree but want to hear him laugh again. “If you come back hurt, I’ll just kick your ass for not listening to me.” 

‘What if I come back without an ass?” His laugh is cut short as you hear a familiar voice inform him how that would be highly unlikely to count as coming back safe. The tone on the other end gets harsher as he tells the man with him to mind his damn business. You roll your eyes at the familiar sounds of bickering bubbling between the two heroes. You pull Katsuki’s attention back to you as you catch the sound of Deku’s mediating attempts only pacifying Todoroki.  

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” 

“Yea.” You quirk an eyebrow at the leftover hostility worming its way into his conversation with you. He hears it too, coughing back to a gentler version before he continues. “I’ll see you Saturday, beautiful.” 

“See you Saturday.” Your words fall forward in a mumble towards the screen already reminding you that you’d ended the call. Fuck. Fuck. 

“Fuck.” 

You rolled your head forward; thankful it was still early enough in the day to start making all the calls you’d need to. You did a few of those dumb square breaths that your therapist swore by. It was annoying that it helped. A feline reminiscent stretch was the only other action you took before opening the most frequently used document saved on your phone. The twinge of regret at the sight of the bright orange header was promptly shoved aside as you began scrolling down to the vendors’ contact info. By the third call, you had quite a script ready to go as soon as someone picked up: Hello, sorry to bother you right before closing. I actually have you guys booked for the event tomorrow night. There’s been a change of plans and I would like you to deliver the (whatever they were in charge of) to (whatever organization could use it) as a donation instead of delivering anything to the venue. After that, it was always a short confirmation of details before you dialed the next number on the list.  

The biggest loss was the venue...no, that was wrong. The biggest loss was not being able to get Bakugou’s birthday right AGAIN. You really weren’t sure anymore if the blame was with you or the universe or maybe Bakugou was a villain whose only agenda was to thwart your birthday attempts. Well, you were pretty sure it was you, but it was way past ridiculous at this point. His birthday had been a disaster or disaster adjacent every year since you’d started dating.  

There was the first one where you got flustered when he had the audacity to go for the first kiss, getting you flustered enough to drop his gift, a very not waterproof limited edition and vintage All Might card, off the bridge and into the river. The next involved a mistake where you accidentally had Kirishima drop him off at the wrong address...not realizing there were two locations for the restaurant you two had your first date at. The one after, you ended up hospitalized for just a few days, missing his birthday completely because your dumb ass didn’t wake up in time. Although he technically had spent it with you, you just weren’t conscious. You both had work the one after that, so not really your fault on that one. But you did forget his present at the office and so ended up giving it to him the day after, so that part was your fault. 

He was always annoyingly understanding about the trouble you ended up causing on the one day every year that you wanted to be the least troublesome. He would just laugh it off, thanking you for an unforgettable day. He’d call you cute or sweet or a menace. He’d say his birthday wasn’t anything to stress about.  

His words would be so much easier to accept if he didn’t seem to feel differently when it came to your birthday. He never gave a gift late or damaged or less than perfect. He never messed up the date or time or location. He never forgot any part of his plans or goals for the day. It was always irritatingly more than what you would’ve imagined or expected. Not that birthdays were a contest, but...if they were, you were fucking losing badly.  

You slid your phone further across the counter after your last call. This was supposed to be the year you got it right. You’d even enlisted a dangerous amount of help for a surprise party: Kirishima to keep Bakugou from finding out, the head assistant at their agency to get the scheduling information just right, Mina was charged with the guest list, Kaminari and Sero were assigned the entertainment (with final approval from you after a near x-rated disaster). You even had Midoriya help you decide on a present.  

Everything was finally going to be perfect. You were so determined. You had even stupidly begun to feel safe in your victory. The party was supposed to be tomorrow. And now, he wouldn’t be back for nine days. Fuck. Fuck.  

“Fuck.” 

You pawed at your phone again, sending a quick text to Mina so she could notify the guests of the cancellation. You were already exhausted from the last half hour of calls and just wanted to crawl into the bed that was now dumber and colder and emptier than it was supposed to be. Before burrowing, you sent “code yellow” to the One Brain Cell group chat, following the ridiculous list of emergency code phrases made up by Kaminari. You didn’t think you’d end up using them, but here you were.  

You then finally set your phone aside for real, pretending to set the urge to sulk along with it. This was part of the job. He was needed and that was a priority...helping people should come first (and it always did). Even if a selfish part of you, that seemed to get louder every time he was called away, wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay. The man you were in love with wouldn’t just give up his purpose or his morals like that. Not even for you. It was admirable. As a hero, you loved and respected that. As his girlfriend, it made you feel more jealous and selfish than you would ever admit.  

You would just have to not suck next year.  

Inspired by the request sent in by @mentallyablaze-writes

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[nijigasakilove]

Yea no one is ever convincing me this shit isn’t amazing. Lazarus hate is so forced.

“Close to the edge” is a nice double entendre for this week’s episode title as we are quite literally one week from the finale(one day in the show), as well as the in-universe near death situations for Axel, Doug and Eleina. Glad all 3 survived. Amazing character driven episode that sets up our finale very well. I still would have liked 2-3 more episodes, but if this goes the way I’m thinking, this actually is probably the perfect pacing for ending this satisfactorily. The final conflict in this was always going to be philosophical and not physical, so you don’t need a ton of time for a fancy fight.

Popcorn and Eleina becoming besties is actually so cute. Even during their hacking battle earlier in the season, they felt more like friends trying to compete against one another rather than actual adversaries so naturally when they link up they’d become good friends. Lin’s story about Skinner buying the island to help the people relocate and start new lives squares with what I’ve been telling y’all for ages, he’s not a bad guy and is in the right tbh. All the death and carnage in this series has been the US government. In this show, and irl, they’re the bad guys.

Speaking of which, even with one day to go until millions of people die, Schneider and his little covert outfit are still more worried about eliminating Axel and stopping Lazarus from exposing their illegal experiments rather than saving people. Even to the end, humans are slaves to their own greed. I really wanna get the phantom killer’s backstory tho, he was obviously indoctrinated into some cult, how’s Axel related to that cult, were they both in it or was Axel related to the head??

Idk why, but that one shot of the African American history museum in DC being in this episode means so much to me lol. Given Watanabe’s history of promoting minority representation, I doubt that wasn’t intentional.

MY CHRISTINE AXEL SHIP IS ALIVE LETS GOOO. Y’all don’t know what this means to me 😭sparks were there from the start and only got stronger when they saved Chris from the Russians and now this. Fucking perfect. She tried getting axel to make the first move by dropping the “unfinished business” line and his slow ass just couldn’t pick up on it so she makes the move lol.

Skinner being in the homeless village the whole time, literally under Lazarus and the government’s noses is great lol. You literally see him in one of the frames from that episode too where Doug’s sitting down. I told y’all from the start, he likely laid that trail because he wanted whoever finds him to have seen everything he’s seen and then come to him and have an earnest conversation with him likely on if humanity is worth saving.

I think next week will have plenty of time for that and the Lazarus team’s happy ending because this group of social rejects are literally the answer to the question. Humanity is flawed and stumbles, but we also have a capacity for great things. Yes, it’s worth saving.

[dcdreamblog]

(QSandA)

You've seen a wide range of human history. What's the one standout thing that's better now about ordinary life (not politics) than it used to be, and what's the one standout thing about life now that got worse, or that could have gotten better but didn't?

Sandy: Is the no politics because you already got Sam to take pot shots at Luthor?

Me: Could be so, but you do seem to be rather optimistic about the world you're living in. Even after such a traumatic "gap" in your ability to live in the world

S: I am, I honestly am. The biggest social change that's better now than its ever been is bigotry, obviously.

M: Oh. OH shit, yea. I hadn't even thought about it like that.

S: Oh its night and day. Sometimes those of us on the JSA or the Squadron felt like we were living in a world of crazy people.

M: When you and the original Sandman were doing your solo work in New York City back then...

S: You would get people that would say the most off the cuff hateful shit and they wouldn't even blink. The way that people react when the "n-word" is said now is how we WANTED to feel back then.

M: You guys weren't exactly known for biting your tongues

S: Sure but the window is in a much better place now. We didn't have enough hours in the day to combat every aggressive sneer we spotted in people's tones. I mean we gave the Klan the piece of our mind, and the Ratzis obviously but its just so much...better.

M: Your uncle's dream journals, around the original Phantom of the Fair case talked about an epiphany in regards to homosexuality.

S: Mmhm, and my Aunt Dian too once she started hanging out with all these writers and poets and artists. I suppose the damning part is that we were kinda "dont ask don't tell" about it

M: How so?

S: Well, when a comrade or ally of ours back then was what you'd call queer we didn't freak out about it...but that was mostly it. Like it was some big radical stand to not kick them to the curb and still treat them like a person.

M: Like Alan Scott?

S: If Alan Scott had come out in the 40s we would have been holding pride parades in Time Square in 1945. No joke it would have snapped us onto the Stonewall train like that *snap*. We followed where that man led and teenage me worshiped the ground he walked on.

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M: Well then, what about something that could have been better but wasn't?

S: I think the Keene Act set us back decades. Not just in America, I think we're still dealing with the aftereffect NOW

M: What makes you say that?

S: Well not only did it give every cockroach in the mob a printed notice of free reign, I mean Jesus look at what happened to Gotham. But while the nations of the world were assembling the Global Guardians, the most optimistic and idealized defense of a human rights based world order in history America was sitting around with its thumb up its ass.

M: You think that the JSA would have joined in?

S: The JSA would have crowed about it from the damn rooftops. I think about the reality we missed out on, where maybe I'm the second Sandman sometime in the mid 50s or early 60s and I'm serving alongside Dr Mist and all of them. God only knows.

M: Do you really think it would have changed that much?

S: More, even. If America joins in at the outset maybe outfits like the Rocket Reds and the Great Ten are just folded in. The idea of superhero teams becomes totally denationalized, depoliticized and we're living in a world where the Global Guardians are an unquestioned global institution fully planted in every aspect of our community's history rather than having the better part of a century before Superman drops out of the sky.

M: A Global Guardians that traces its pedigree directly, by legacy to the Crimson Avenger and beyond.

S: I think without the Keene Act we'd be in like a, galactic community member, Green Lantern Corps signatory spot or getting pretty close to it.

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Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

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CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[gnabnahc317cb97]

Work it Out

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 3.1k (DRABBLES I TELL YOU!)

Synopsis: Chan asks you to come check out the new pilates machines the guys just got but poor Channie is not very bendy, unlike you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (f receiving), overstimulation/forced orgasm, squirting, unprotected piv sex (please use protection always but ESPECIALLY if you have multiple partners!), cum shot, cum eating, rimming, lots of dirty talking, alluding to having unprotected anal sex and cream pie, praise, pet names (baby, of course baby girl), rough sex, slight dumification, spit play (a little), I think that's it, there's a lot in this so if I missed something please do let me know so I can add it!

After Jisung made you cum three times on his tongue, which is not an easy feat to do, he helped you try to not look quite so fucked out when you were getting ready to leave. You went to walk out of the studio so Jisung could get back to work and he gently grabbed your wrist and stopped you.  

“Are you... are we...” He looked so worried. You smiled and hugged Jisung then pecked his lips and took a line from Minho’s book. 

“Don’t think too much okay? We’re two friends that wanted to screw around and so we did. Did you like it?” Jisung let out a deep breath and laughed. 

“Fuck yes!” You smiled sweetly at him. 

“Good I did too, maybe we can do it again some time.” Jisung seemed much calmer seeing you so relaxed and after hearing you say that. 

“Absolutely!” He said, his smile beaming. 

“Good now I’ll see you this Monday for board game night. Tell Seungmin I said no Monopoly it makes Felix sad when he has to go to jail.” You pecked his lips one more time and left the studio. The Monday night game night ended up being chaos as usual. Since Seungmin couldn’t pick Monopoly he picked Life instead and when Felix lost his job and got a lawsuit he started to get those big sparkly anime eyes. You made a mental note to remind yourself to put salt in Seungmin’s next cup of coffee for making Yongbok sad. Chan who was sitting next to you during the board game, leaned over and whispered. 

“Don’t put salt in Seungmin’s coffee...” You giggled a little and whispered back. 

“How did you-” Chan laughed and his eyes scrunched up. 

“It’s practically written on your face. He found a loophole fair and square.” You pressed your lips together. 

“I’m not convinced. What about mayo in a donut?” Chan shook his head no. 

“Toothpaste in his orange juice?” Chan cringed. 

“Remind me never to make you mad.” You laughed. 

“Oh yea! I almost forgot! We got a couple new pilates machines set up in the workout room now. Haven’t got to use them yet why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can check em out!” 

“Sounds good to me!” You looked over at Seungmin who was smirking as his eyes were zeroed in on poor Felix just as he realized he was getting divorced in the game. You leaned over to Chan and whispered again. 

“Oh that’s it me and Felix are baking him a batch of salted cookies together.” Chan laughed and shook his head.  

The next day you met Chan to do pilates as discussed. When Chan answered the door and saw you he lagged for a second. You were standing there in a sports bra and spandex shorts, hair pulled back, water bottle in hand. Chan of course was in his signature shorts and tank top with a pair of under armor leggings underneath in addition. He quickly caught up with his brain and moved aside to let you in. 

“Hey y/n! You ready?” You walked in bouncing on your toes. 

“Oh yea already did some stretching. I’m loosey goosey.” You bent over and touched your toes. Chan cleared his throat and tried to not look at your full round ass, unsuccessfully. You popped back up and so did Chan’s eyes. 

“So let’s check these things out. Maybe you’ll be able to bend a little easier with the machine’s help.” Chan nodded.  

“Maybe I guess we’ll see.” He led you to the room they designated for the gym equipment and when you walked in there were two pilates reformers set up right next to each other. You ran over to the first one. 

“Okay it’s super cool that you guys have these. Let's get going Channie boy, hop on.” Chan raised his eyebrow at you and you rolled your eyes but giggled. 

“Get your head out of the gutter and get on your machine.” He laughed and his dimples appeared as he got onto the machine next to yours. You started with a few simple exercises first and Chan seemed to be keeping up okay. You tried one a bit harder and you could hear Chan starting to grunt, which did things to your body at the most inappropriate of times. You pushed those thoughts and feelings down and moved into another position that really bent and stretched you out. Chan screamed out dramatically in pain and let go flopping down on the machine. 

“Oh come on Channie we just started.” You stretched into the pose deeper. He was red and sweaty and the veins on his neck and arms were popping. Focus. 

“No way I can’t do that, I’m not bendy. I’ll just help you. You can spot me on weights later.” Chan winked at you and you felt your body betray you and flush again. Chan looked you over in your position. 

“Wow you’re really bendy!” You again tried to pull yourself together and started the next exercise. Chan placed his hand on your leg and helped you stretch and lean into the new pose while keeping you steady. His hand gently squeezed the soft flesh it held onto as your leg came back down. 

“I saw this really good stretch for your adductors. Move and get on like this.” He guided you to lay on your back, hips at the edge of the carriage, legs up, and bent at the knee. Then he grabbed the pully straps and helped you place your feet in them. 

“There now push into the straps on your feet.” You did. You grunted and you could feel the muscles of your inner thighs contract. You relaxed back into the resting position which you couldn’t lie didn’t leave much to the imagination with your shorts on, you just hoped they weren’t wet with all that moaning and groaning Chan was doing earlier. Suddenly Chan stepped over the side rail of the machine and was between your legs. He put his hands on the insides of your thighs and your whole body buzzed. 

“Push again.” You pressed into the pully straps and felt Chan squeeze as your thighs tightened. 

“You feel that?” His voice was an octave lower. You blushed and nodded, a little sweat starting to bead on your forehead. You relaxed and slid back into your original position and Chan’s crotch was perfectly lined up with yours. His hands slid from the insides of your thighs to the outsides and started massaging up and down, getting dangerously close to your ass each time. 

“I need to tell you something but I need to preface this something by first saying I’m not just a pervert or anything.” You scrunched up your face and looked at the position you were in and then him. 

“Yea okay but seriously.” You laughed and nodded. 

“Okay let the record reflect that Chan is in fact not just a pervert.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. 

“Just tell me what you need to tell me Channie.”  

“Okay so I was going through unnamed files on the computer at the studio and I came across one that was really long, which was weird. So I put my headphones in and clicked it and... well... it seems as though Jisung accidently hit studio record when you guys were uh...” Chan did not even need to finish the sentence you knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“Oh my fucking god you heard us!?” Your head thunked down on the carriage and your hands covered your eyes. Chan kept rubbing your thighs trying to reassure you. 

“No all of it! Well at least not at first.” You looked through your fingers as Chan stood nervously between your legs. 

“What do you mean not at first?” Chan bit at his plump bottom lip. 

“Well I went to click it off right? And I accidently skipped ahead and maybe might have heard your moaning.” You looked at him waiting for the rest of his explanation. 

“So you know I turned it off quickly after that but your moaning was echoing in my head after hearing it through my headphones. I’m not proud but I clicked it back on and listened to Jisung eat you out. Your moans were so fucking pretty and my dick has been rock hard every time I’m around you since and I just really want to taste your pussy and fuck you right on this machine, make you moan like that for me. Make you scream for me.” He slid his hands down your thighs again but this time he gripped your ass by the handful. You would be a bold-faced liar if you said your cunt didn’t clench and gush hearing Chan say those words and grabbing you. If your shorts weren’t ruined before they definitely were now. You were apprehensive regardless of how your body was reacting. 

“Chan I... I have to be honest Jisung isn’t the only one of the guys that I’ve... well... done stuff with...” Chan nodded.  

“I know baby girl you were with Minho.” 

“And Changbin.”  

“Oh.” You looked away embarrassed and covered your face not wanting to see how Chan was surely looking at you, waiting for the disgust and slut shaming that was sure to come. You had fucked or sucked three of his friends and now look at you, dripping and clenching for him. Chan leaned over you and pulled your hands away. 

“Hey, I don’t care if you’ve messed around with them. That’s none of my business. My business is here between these sexy legs.” Chan palmed and rubbed your pussy with his whole hand over your tight shorts and you let out a choked moan. 

“Should I stop?” You should say yes. You definitely shouldn’t be fucking a fourth friend but your brain wasn’t making the decicisons anymore. 

“No...” You said breathy as he pressed his fingers harder against your cunt rubbing you up and down slowly. 

“Don’t stop Channie.” He hummed and smiled. 

“You gonna let me eat that pretty pussy?” You nodded as you started panting. 

“Yes Channie.”  

“Mhm... you gonna let me fuck your tight little hole on this machine yea?” Your shorts were completely soaked with your juices as Chan rubbed your whole pussy faster. 

“Mmmm! YES CHANNIE! Want you to fuck me so hard on this!” Chan knelt down in front of your wet shorts he gripped the seam of them and ripped them apart exposing your perfect glazed cunt.  

“So fucking pretty, god damn baby girl, such a pretty little pussy. Needs cleaned though.” Chan’s tongue swiped through your folds. 

“Taste so sweet, sweet little cunt, gonna eat it so good.” Chan hooked his arms around your legs that were still suspended in the pully straps and started to go crazy on your pussy. Licking sucking slurping, he’d stop long enough to spred your pussy lips and spit on your cunt before rubbing it all over your clit hard and then diving back in and slurping on you more. You could feel his saliva and your arousal dripping down your ass. Chan’s tongue swiped lower collecting your juices and his spit and when his tongue gently brushed against your asshole you clenched hard. Chan’s grip around your thighs tightened. 

“You like how it feels when I lick your ass baby girl? Want me to eat that too you pretty little thing? Come here give me that tight little hole.” Chan let go of your legs and pushed your thighs back so your asshole and pussy were easily accessible. Chan spit on your sensitive pussy then on your asshole and started gently teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He was eye level with your cunt and saw how hard you clenched when he teased it. It egged him on and he started eating your ass with enthusiasm, licking a broad stripe from hole to clit from time to time, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves before tonguing your ass again. Chan’s fingers started teasing your clit as he continued to circle his tongue around your asshole and you came so hard you were screaming Chan’s name, thankful none of the other guys were home. 

“CHAN OH FUCK... CH-CHANNIE FUCK FUCK YES!” Both of your hands rested on Chan’s head and pushed his face against your ass and pussy harder. He fucking loved it he wrapped his arms around your legs again and was ravenous the way he continued to push you through your orgasm into overstimulation. 

“CHAN FUCK CHAN F- YOU GOTTA ST-FUCK GOTTA STOP!” He only hummed shaking his head no. He was hell bent on making you cum again. He slid two fingers inside of you and started pumping them deep and hard as he drank everything your dripping cunt gave him. He stopped eating your pussy long enough to coach and praise you. 

“Such a good girl, don’t squirm now baby girl fuck so good, taste amazing, can’t get enough of eating you. Want you to cum for me again baby girl, want you to squirt on my face.” He started sucking on your clit hard, pumping his fingers into you with precision hitting that detonate button inside you over and over again. He hummed as he sucked hard on your clit and you were glad your feet were in those straps. Your body contorted, your back arching as you came as hard as you ever had and started squirting. Chan finger fucked you harder slurping at your juices until your legs trembled in the straps. Finally Chan pulled off of you. You laid there chest heaving up and down legs shaking still being held up by the pully straps. Chan stood up, whipped his shirt off and wiped his face before tossing it then dropping his shorts, pants, and briefs all at once. He leaned over you and you could feel his warm hard cock press against your extremely sensitive cunt. He grabbed your sports bra and ripped it apart freeing your breasts which he immediately started sucking on as he continued to rub his throbbing cock against your slick folds making you twitch and shudder. He squeezed your tits and pushed them together. You laid there still in a haze from the mind-blowing orgasms. 

“Condom baby girl?” You just shook your head side to side. 

“B-I’m on... I’m on birth control.” Chan bit his bottom lip so hard he drew blood. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw baby girl?” You took another deep breath still trying to come down and nodded. 

Chan grabbed his cock and lined it up with your drenched hole. 

“Such a good girl letting me take her hole raw. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and then I’m gonna cum all over your cute fucked out little cunt.” You nodded and Chan slid his cock in and bottomed out in you immedetly. 

“CHANNIE!” He cooed at you. 

“I know baby I know shh shh, I said I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy hard and I’m going to fuck you hard.” He held onto your hips and started fucking you hard and deep, his hips slapping into your plump ass over and over as he railed you on the new pilates machine. 

“Tell me baby girl how’s that feel huh? You like the way my cock feels raw inside you?” You nodded babbling back to him unable to control the level of your voice and shouting. 

“Raw! YES RAW! Fuck me raw Channie! SO FUCKING GOOD CHANNIE! CH-CHANNIE I’M GONNA...” Your orgasm came out of nowhere as you continued to scream Chan’s name over and over. 

“God fuck yes squeeze my cock baby, cum all over it. I’m not done with you yet baby keep going.” He started teasing your clit and electricity buzzed through your whole body. The grunt that came from you was guttural as Chan pushed you past overstimulation again. 

“Can- ca-can't Channie fuck fuck I can’t.” Chan pushed sweaty fly aways out of your face and made you look at him. 

“You’re gonna.” With that Chan gripped your hips and started fucking you just as hard as he had been before. You laid there limp on that machine letting it hold your legs up for you at that point as Chan absolutely punished your pussy with his cock. 

“Next time you’re gonna let me fuck that tight little ass yea? Give me that little hole? FUCK have you ever been fucked in your ass baby girl?” You shook your head no unable to speak. 

“Oh you’ll be so tight baby I’d blow so fast, then watch you squeeze out my cum OH FUCK! You’d let me fuck your ass raw too right baby girl. Pump my cum deep in your ass and make you squeeze it back out.” Your whole body moved with his relentless thrusts, you nodded again. Chan spit on your pussy and then took four fingers and started rubbing them firmly and quickly over your clit as his cock filled you again and again, his spit and your juices dripping down his dick, your legs and ass. He rubbed your pussy as he fucked it hard and you started to squirt again. The moan that came from you turned into a whine and then just heavy breaths. Your cunt tried to force Chan’s cock out as you came hard but he held on to the base and kept shoving himself in deeper, again and again as your cum kept squirting out of you with each thrust. You were twitching, legs shaking, pulling at your hair and breasts. Chan’s hips started to falter. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it fast and hard right over your dripping swollen pussy.  

“Gonna paint this pretty cunt white... FUCK! Watch me cum on you baby, watch now watch me cum!” When you forced yourself to lift your head just to watch Chan cum on you he moaned and his cock twitched in his hand and he started coming. Stripes of his hot seed shot across your tummy and pussy lips and started to drip, Chan kept stroking his cock fast as more cum streaked across your slit and dripped down. He held on to his cock tightly and walked over by your face, presenting his it to you. 

“Suck it baby girl, get it all.” He put the tip of his dick in your mouth as you laid there completely fucked out again. You gently sucked on it collecting his taste and swallowing it.” Chan rubbed the tip of his cock across your pouty lips twitching and shuddering from his own overstimulation. You ran your fingers through the cum on your tummy and licked it off prompting Chan to run his fingers through your sensitive cunt and collect more before shoving three fingers in your mouth and making you suck them clean.  

“Come on, let’s go shower. Wanna see you wash that pussy real good for me and I’ll let you eat all my cum you want baby girl.”  

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[gay-barbarian]

We Got You

What if all the crew went with the Bizzies? (the bizzies are called the blizzies) Based on a silly idea by @cinemapaladin

You can read it under the cut or on ao3

After their stroll in the park, all the Warriors and Mercy were back on the train, riding downtown towards Union Square. They were able to escape the cops and other gangs since the Furies and hoped to get back home without any more snare. 

Ajax was still looking displeased by Mercy being there but their fight against the Furies made her respect her to some degree. If she could fuck up some clown maybe she wasn’t that bad to have around. She still had some pent up rage inside of her and would have loved to kick the park creepy guy’s ass after he catcalled them, but Rembrandt and Fox pleading eyes were really hard to say no to. That left her tapping her foot in a random rhythm in the middle of the train. By her side, Rembrandt nodded her head in the same rhythm, visibly happy to get closer to home.

Fox, Mercy and Swan were sitting in front of them while Cowgirl and Cochise were standing up between them all. Mercy leaned over Swan to whisper something in her ear, forcing the warchief to conceal a smile as Cowgirl looked at them surprised. 

“Look at Swan canoodling with Mercy.” Cowgirl murmured towards Cochise, Rembrandt and Ajax. 

“Naw, I know Swan. It’s all tactical. Mercy’s just an extra soldier to help us get back home.” Cochise replied confidently, making sure Swan couldn’t hear her. Ajax scoffed, staring at the warchief “yea sure, all tactical”. Before Swan could ask her what she was talking about, the train pulled into a station. Rembrandt read the platform sign as the train conductor announced “14th Street, Union Square!”.

They all exited onto the platform trying to figure out what train to take next before Rembrandt caught all their attention. “No way. Check out the sweater club.” she said dumbfounded, pulling at Ajax’s sleeve.

By the stairs of the station, ten well-maintained guys and girls in preppy cardigans were eying the Warriors with flirtatious smiles. 

“Matching cardigans? That’s cute. You don’t wear something like that unless you really care” Cowgirl said while waving at them. Cochise pushed her hand down and giggled “About looking a fool”.

Two of them approached the Warriors, the rest of the crew following not far behind. “We ain’t fools, we’re the Blizzies”, declared the guy in front. 

“Where you headed? Look like you’ve been on the run.” asked the girl at his side, checking out Swan. 

Ajax spoke up “Whatchu know about that?” 

“They said you killed Cyrus”, one of the Blizzies answered before another continued “But we know you didn’t. Now that we see you. Not y’all.”

Ajax stepped in front of Fox and Rembrandt and crossed her arms, glaring at the Blizzies. “Don’t trust you.” she said at the same time as Swan and Cochise. 

The first girl that spoke came closer to Swan that was standing in front of the others and dragged a finger on her arm while Swan stared at her impassively. “Y’know we’ve got a place next door” the girl said, while one of the boys closed in on Cowgirl whomst Cochise had put an arm in front of acting as a security belt. “That might be what you’re looking for, if you need shelter and warmth” the boy said while winking at Cowgirl. 

Mercy was staring dagger into the girl’s head, gripping the baseball bat she stole from the Furies until her knuckles turned white. She tried to calm herself down by thinking that at least Swan smiled when she invaded her personal space, right now the warchief had her signature deadpan face.

Rembrandt was rolling her eyes from behind Ajax while Fox examined the scene confused. At this point Cochise was a little amused by the events, the Blizzies didn’t look threatening at all and taking a break from running around all night would be more than welcome. Still, she wouldn’t go if Swan said to stay. 

The only two warriors actively wanting to follow the Blizzies at that moment were Ajax and Cowgirl. Cowgirl was clearly very attracted to the boys around them so why not take a break and have fun at the same time. And Ajax didn’t see a bad outcome to following the gang to their place. If shit went bad she could scratch that fighting itch she had all night and if it went right she could make out with a hot girl, or two judging by the looks some of them gave her. 

Seeing their flirting didn’t work on every one of the Warriors, the Blizzies changed their tactics. “You must be so tired and hungry, running all night like that. Why don’t you come with us, we’ll make french toast.”

Fox’s eyes sparkled at the mention of food and she looked expectantly at Swan who was still staring at the girl flirting with her, trying to find out her true intentions. 

“We’ll think ab-” “We’re coming, lead the way” Swan was interrupted by a grinning Ajax that was already walking towards the other gang, only turning around to invite everyone else to follow. 

“What the fuck?” Mercy asked, shocked, as Cowgirl happily followed Ajax. Cochise shot Swan a look, mouthing “sorry” while shrugging before she too walked with Ajax. The blizzies and the three warriors were slowly walking away eagerly chatting, except for Cochise who followed silently.

“We shouldn’t let them go alone. What if something goes bad?” asked Fox to those who had stayed behind, clearly wanting to go get the promised food. 

“Sounds like a them problem” Rembrandt answered, staring irritated at half the gang going to a random gang hideout.

Swan sighed, starting to get annoyed “We don’t leave warriors behind. Let’s go but stay on your guards”. Fox, Rembrandt and Mercy acquiesced.

The Blizzies’ lair looked cozy enough. The building itself was modern and chic, but the furniture looked worn down and old-fashioned, at least everything seemed very clean. Cowgirl, Ajax and Cochise were already scattered around the place when the rest of the Warriors and Mercy arrived. 

Cowgirl was sitting on the lap of one of the guys on a bean bag in a corner of the room, barely hidden from the others. They weren’t kissing yet but it wouldn’t be long considering they were talking with only an inch between them. Cochise was at the makeshift bar they had going on talking with one of the girls while another guy was preparing himself to make some food, talking to the girls from time to time. Similarly to Cowgirl flirting with one of the boys, Ajax was lounging on the sofa, chatting up some girl with a hand on her knee. When she saw the others enter the apartment, she called them out with a grin. “Yo, took you long enough. Look at how cool this place is.” 

Cochise paused her conversation for an instant to excitedly add “They’re actually pretty chill. And they’re making french toast!”

Fox’s ear perked up at the mention of food. She mindlessly tried to join Cochise but Swan stopped her by putting an arm in front of her. “We shouldn’t be scattered around so much,” Swan said in a low voice.  

Fox looked at her with puppy eyes “but… food? I’m very hungry. We haven't eaten anything all night. Please Swan?”

“Yeah, let the kid eat, warchief. It’s not because you don’t like having fun that we shouldn’t”, Ajax hooted, her hand now on the girl's thigh.  

Swan let her arm fall to her side and sighed. She nodded her head towards the spot where Cochise was, signaling to Fox that she could go. Fox jumped on the occasion and tried not to run to the stool at Cochise’s side before sitting down and looking at the food being prepared with envy. 

The girl that was flirting with Swan at the train station came back to get the warchief to follow her to one of the couches. The girl flashed her best smile to Swan. “Wouldn’t you like to sit down with me for a bit? You poor girl seems so tired. Must be hard to lead this crew all by yourself”. 

Swan still didn’t really trust the Blizzies, but the idea of sitting down and talking with someone she didn’t have to keep alive sounded really nice at that moment. The whole night was starting to weigh on her, so she let herself be taken to a comfortable sitting area by the girl. 

Boys and girls tried to bring Rembrandt in but she preferred to stay closer to the door watching over the rest of the Warriors, refusing anything the Blizzies were proposing. Mercy stayed at her side with a killer stare fixated on the girl whispering sweet nothing into Swan’s ear, none of the other Blizzies dared approaching her.

Everything went pretty well for a few minutes. Cowgirl was getting busy in a corner. Fox was salivating over the thought of eating. Ajax was now up and dancing in between two female Blizzies, definitely enjoying herself. Cochise and Swan were still just talking with their respective partner but both seemed way more relaxed than when they started the conversation. Swan was mostly just nodding at what the girl was saying to her, but the ghost of a smile had appeared on her lips to Mercy’s dismay. Rembrandt had her back on the wall close to the door, still inspecting the room and its occupants. She had clocked one of the Blizzies locking the door not long after they arrived, which didn’t help her feeling that something was very wrong. Mercy was not very far from Rembrandt, still strongly gripping her stolen bat and staring at the girl all over Swan.

From the corner of her eyes, Rembrandt spotted a shiny reflection coming from Cowgirl’s direction. As she turned her gaze to try and see what the shiny thing was, one of the boy Blizzies diverted her attention to him by saying “So you’re the Warriors”. 

Another one put his hand on the wall close to Mercy and continued “The famous Warriors”. Mercy looked at him then back at Swan seeing the girl all over her reach for something stuck under her belt on her back. Meanwhile, Rembrandt picked up on the Blizzies slight change of tone, her mind racing to find an escape plan for all of them. The guys in front of Rembrandt and Mercy keep going, pulling out pocket-knifes “So you killed Cyrus”

Mercy muttered “Fuck” as Rembrandt screamed “Warriors!”; Cochise and Fox echoing her in seconds while the cook Blizzies took out a handgun. They all scrambled to make space between them and the Blizzies as the Blizzies smiled and told them “We gotchoo!”

Mercy ducked under the guy’s arm and ran straight to the girl now on Swan’s lap. Before the girl had the time to fully pull out the gun she had hidden on her back, Mercy dragged her on the floor by the hair “Get the fuck off of her bitch!”

Swan looked confused for half a second before standing up and kicking the gun that had fallen at the Blizzie’s side as they all heard a painful scream coming from Cowgirl followed by a loud “He bit me!”

All over the room, the Blizzies kept asking “Why did you kill Cyrus?”.

Rembrandt shouted at the Warriors to head for the windows.

Mercy took Swan’s hand and pulled her towards one of the windows passing by Ajax who now had a knife in her hands, trying to stab the arm of one of the girls she was dancing with while the other was on Ajax’s back holding her back as best as she could. Swan tried to stop and help her but Mercy’s grip on her hand was especially strong.  

“We have to help her!” Swan yelled over the sound of fighting going on around them.

“No, we have to stay alive” Mercy answered, focusing on the window she was trying to get to.

Swan finally freed her hand and took the bat from Mercy’s grip just as they heard a gun firing.

The cook Blizzie had shot at Rembrandt but Cochise had just enough time to kick him in the crotch making him only graze Rembrandt’s arm. The tagger was still badly bleeding, but she kept going, grabbing Fox and running for the window. Cochise followed not far behind trying to get out before any more bullet came their way. 

Cowgirl was already opening the door when the Blizzie she was making out with grabbed her leg and bit it. “Ow! What’s your problem!” Mercy, who was the closest, smashed a wooden chair on the Blizzie's head, making him let go of Cowgirl. She urged Cowgirl to get out and turned around to go help Swan and Ajax. 

Swan had slammed her bat on the head of the girl on Ajax’s back who let go of the enforcer in an instant. Unfortunately, the sudden shift in weight made Ajax lose her balance and she fell on the girl with the knife. Both of them were now pulling hair and punching each other on the floor, the knife stuck in Ajax's shoulder. Swan was so occupied with the stumbling girl that she didn’t notice the guy coming from behind her before he held her in the air, her back to his chest. 

Rembrandt, Cochise, Cowgirl and Fox were climbing down the fire escape followed by six Blizzies while the fight was still ongoing in the apartment. Swan tried to kick or wack the guy holding her with her bat but nothing seemed to work. Ajax was still on the floor, winning the fight but barely. The girl Swan had hit on the head was back to full consciousness. Things seemed pretty terrible for the Warriors until another gunshot resonated in the room. Swan felt the grasp on her arms loosen instantaneously as her feet touch the floor again. She turned around to see Mercy breathing heavily with the handgun that was on the floor moments ago pointed at where the guy was. 

Seeing that Mercy was armed, the rest of the Blizzies backed off. Swan kicked the one fighting with Ajax in the face and helped the enforcer get back up. They stumbled to the open window, Mercy backing off still pointing the gun at the Blizzies. She waited until Swan and Ajax were half way down the fire escape before turning around and following them.

As they ran away, Swan and Mercy supporting a very pale Ajax, they decided to not follow the rest of the gang since the six Blizzies were still after them. They made a turn in a shady looking alley. They would have to reunite with the others at reunion square later. 

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How the rest of the Yuurivoice boys are spending their New Year’s Eve 

The bittersweet trio and big red already have new year’s specials, so they will not be included 

No proofread

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Charlie 🐀🍕

He’s sitting on the couch with the little guy in his lap, Charlie is covering lil dudes coon ears with his hands. Casper comes around and sits behind him, laying their head on his shoulder.

“little dudes getting spooked from the fireworks, so he can sit in my lap  so he doesn’t get scared, and I can sit in the lap of my Casper. to ring in the new year with the person who made this year Fucking incredible”

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Finn🌻

A little tipsy. Finn makes his way to the Hamic and crawls into the arms of his sunflower. watching the fireworks irrupt in the sky illuminating their faces with a variety of different colors.

“you OK baby?”

“Yea. Just a little too much wassail. i think…”

“Tipsy pink is a good look on you”

“oh, is that so~ well, the light from these fireworks is a very good look on you”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Soaking in yet another year of what they’ve built with each other 

“Happy new year Finn”

“happy new year My love”

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Faust✨🎮

He’s on call with Star. They talked about a lot of things. 

Life, Sex, trauma, how unbelievably sexy Arthur Morgan is.

Faust doesn’t really like alcohol. So he chugged a buzz ball at like 7:30 and shook his ass to Old FNAF Fan Songs for an hour. But now they were just chilling.  waiting for the ball to drop. 

“thanks for making the silence a little less silent starshine”

“thanks for being the friendly face that helps me bring in the new year”

“I would totally make out with you at midnight if you weren’t across the country”

“Yea Same”

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Auron 📚🖌️

Looking through the window of his office, Auron has an almost perfect view of town Square. He can see the people cheering hear the singers performing. but something or more accurately someone was missing. But just as the thought started to linger, he heard an all familiar knock. 

“Hello Rook~ come to ask me why I’m in the office so late..especially on New Year’s Eve”

“Actually. I was going to ask if you wanted me to show you a lot better off of a view than that office window of yours”

“what did you have in mind?”

Rook extends their hands gesturing for him to follow them. He reluctantly takes their hand before he is quickly pulled down the hallway.  many objections from him along the way. things like. 

“why are you running so fast?”

“Where are we going?”

Met with answers like

“Thats not important”

“You’ll see”

They stop at the end of an obscure hallway to a door.

“This is the door to the roof…”

“…..👀”

“OH! Where going to the roof!…why are wE-”

Rook swings open the door grabs his hand and runs up the stairs all the way to the rooftop

“…..” he looks at the city below him.

All of the lights, the people, the music

“I also got this bottle of really tasty strawberry champagne if w-…..Auron?…You ok?”

“Sorry i…I’ve never seen the city from up here…”

“Well now you know there’s a better view then that stuffy office of yours”

“……”

“Thank you for being with me this year Rookie. You’ve actually made this year enjoyable”

“you’ve made it easy”

Auron turns towards Rook and wraps his arms around them, and pulls them into a soft slow kiss

“happy new year…lover”

“Your never gonna let me live down that break room whisper. are you?”

“Nope. Not for a second”

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Happy new year’s guys

Love y’all to pieces 

[t4x208]

A SHOW IDEA THAT I WANT TO MAKE REAL ONE DAY (really long post)

this is gonna be a HUGE little rant thing because i love talking about my ideas, future ideas, concepts. etc etc

i just realized i never said anything about this but uhh, for months ive been dreaming on wanting to make this string (I've always had in mind) come true

at first it was going to be a joke play with the huge inspiration of gumball. hes based on this joke episode i made called "Lil H". a baku inspired series (by sethical)

at the first point, he was literally gonna be called Lil h, LITERALLY. but I thought of a different name for him, and i named him "douglas dinget". it was a stupid name. the first image is the first concept idea i had for him if i actually wanted to take his design seriously . (its uhm... pretty old!). second image is the actual concept drawing when i thought of him having his own show (not a serious design take obviously LOL)

for 2nd image, he's just sonic but with a square cap hat, long gloves, basically a frickin recolor/edit LOL. it was funny when I imagined how he would look if I animated him and the background is just a realistic school. and then i thought of making his name "douglas tucker". i think him having that name is pretty cool and funny

his inspiration is a mixture of a chibi figure (like gumball) and his animations would be peanuts esque. like the way how he would walk, run, slip, etc etc. BASICALLY how peanuts characters are animated. i really loved imagining that as a test animation for this design, never really did it tho. im still learning animation

now this is where i suddenly had a new idea. i imagined "what if douglas had a girlfriend and she was a cactus? because cactuses and hedgehogs are spiky.." and this is where the design comes in

her name is KATHERINE STERLING!!!!! OMLLLL!!! (also a HALF redesign on Douglas)

this was the third character i thought of tho. second character is a "My melody" rip off LOL. (which she WILL be redesigned soon)

and also heres a joke ass image i drew a while ago LOL (it says LIL H in japanese)

you see the mario right there? yea that was literally gonna be his design until i remembered nintendo going to everyone "uhm. FUCK YOU you arent allowed to use this character named "mario" or any other mario characters anymore! make up your own design or make your own creations!" and thats what i legit did (not rlly LMAO)

heavily inspired by the chowder mario (definitely changing his design somewhere later)

stupid name for him, it was on purpose too sense uh... JOKE SHOOWWW!!! this is still gonna be a joke show, and the first episode were legit pngs (like i said, baku inspiration.) and if i all of a sudden make episode 2 a huge gumball inspiration and have these art styles like THIS? oohhhhhooo that would be a huge glow up.

anyways im cutting to the main part. heres the main cast idea

i dont really got anything to say about claire, other than being a ocho rip off LMAO

well not really a rip off but like, she could overreact a lot. she doesnt do stuff harmful or anything, like causing damage and other stuff like that. shes not THAT aggressive basically. she MIGHT become a scrapped character. (unless if a team is formed for this show and someone knows how to put a 8 bit pixel character in a high resolution show, just like ocho)

okay now i want to show you the months that went by with DT's design, i just cant type any longer to show this i geniunely wanted to say all of that just so you can get on the path before i, PROBABLY, make this show a real thing

Huge glow up a little bit, right? hopefully you think the same as me with this design

constructive criticism is allowed btw. i would LOVE to hear more ideas from you guys if youre interested.

now heres his new design in line with the main cast

now i wanna talk about the

PERSONALITIES!!!

DOUGLAS: Douglas is normal about almost everything. it would be VERY rare to see douglas scared. he is extremely calm about stuff. he is tough. he doesnt take his rage out on anyone. even if some people would try to start a fight with him. he's a strong teen and he KNOWS he would knock someone out with one punch. its rare for him to get angry because he knows how strong he is. Lets just say hes kind of the opposite of gumball. Gumball can sometimes get scared when someone is raging at him (mostly people he knows who are STRONGER than him.) hes basically a wimp LOL. douglas is the opposite of that basically. douglas just does his own without meeting any new kid unless if they want to meet him (its best for him to wait if someone wants to be friends with him first)

KATHERINE: Katherine Is a very nice and polite person. but she can overreact sometimes and get mad at douglas if he says or does something that she doesnt like at all, especially if douglas makes a joke compliment to her. she basically hits douglas multiple times on the head. usually when she does that to her friends it hurts them but douglas barely feels anything when she does it to him LMAO

HADIZA: She trys to act tough like douglas despite the fact that douglas doesnt even try to act tough at all. she basically has the personality of gumball a little bit. she trys to stand up and be a more "scarier" person, trying to scare the big character. but when the big character makes a furious noise back at her, she would bunny hop away from them fast

CLAIRE: Claire is a pixelated happy girl living life in the world. nobody could ever ruin her mood except for one person. she mostly likes to keep the mood flowing and loves to interact with some people. she is pretty hyperactive at times too. she likes viewing the world as cupcakes and rainbows full of lollipops.

JACKSON: Jackson Is, to put it in short, a bit of a asshole. LMAO. basically jackson is always tired and can sometimes have aggresive tones. its very common for him. douglas has gotten use to his aggressiveness because theyve being friends ever since they were in kindergarten. Jackson has been getting tired of the world throughout the years.but luckily douglas and jackson are always staying communicated everyday. they never missed a single day not communicating. they are basically BEST best friends.

THE CLASSMATES & TEACHER (W.I.P.)

dont really have that much to say about the classmates. i got 5 more designs to create till the number of students is completed. i dont have that much to say about the teacher either. but i do know its gonna be REALLY HARD figuring out how to animate her. but i REALLY want this show to be good whenever the next episode comes out. i REALLY want these guys to be animated in the style i want them to be animated in

and here are douglas parents!!!

heres some old concepts, ideas, and just some shit for fun LOL

i really love showing my stuff

welp uh. THATS BASICALLY IT! i really love ranting about my

concept ideas and stuff when i think it would be awesome if it was a real thing

if you actually read through this whole entire post THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING IT! it took me like 2 or 3 hours to make this whole entire post. hope i used good grammar and wording on this post

woohoo!!!