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renaxwrites · 4 years

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Hello! Can I ask headcanons about Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto, who hear girls, who pretend to be friends with their girlfriend out of envy say mean things about her behind her back, and boys stand up for her? I recently got into a similar situation and need support. Thank you for your blog!

Word of Mouth

- (Kuroo, Akaashi, Bokuto)

a/n: I’m so sorry to hear that, I hope you’re okay :( I was in a tough spot like that as well, people can be so mean sometimes :(( but it gets better when you find those real friends who stand up for you. Hope you enjoy <3

warnings: slight cussing, implied sexual activity

Kuroo:

This guy seems to be the type who can decipher in two seconds whether someone is a good person or not

And he was sure that your friends were good, especially since they were the ones to encourage you to admit your feelings toward him

So one day you and your friends attended one of Nekoma’s team for support

Kuroo wasted no time to sashay over and give you his routine greeting

Kuroo: “good luck kiss please.”

smooch

Kuroo: “also hold my jacket, I need someone to rep my name ya know ;)”

You: :) ??? okay bby :)

He walks away after he makes sure you put on the jacket

Once the match finished, you give him his “congrats kiss” he’s really insistent on all types of kisses that sly mf and excused yourself to the bathroom

He turns to talk to his team while he was in good spirits

Then he heard your friend scoff

Friend 1: “Thank god, I thought y/n would never leave”

Friend 2: “Maybe now that they’re gone we can make our move”

Friend 3: “Pretty sure I can look better in his jacket than they can. Slut”

He went from :) to >:( real fast

He whipped his head around and stomped over. The team slowly followed in confusion

Kuroo: “Who are you calling a slut”

Them: :o :o :o

Kuroo: “I know it’s not the same y/n that’s wearing my jacket. The same one that’s your friend. Man, and I thought you lot were genuine. Y’all are nothing but two-timin bitches and for what? To try and get in my pants? The only one who’s allowed to wear my jacket and get in my pants is y/n. And they’re the most beautiful thing in the world when they do. I love them. And I will never change my mind about that.”

Them: :O :O :O

You: :O

He didn’t realize you were standing there until Kenma rapped his shoulder and pointed at you

You were blushing, and not from hearing you get shit-talked behind your back, but the fact that your bf stood up for you AND confessed his love in front of the entire school

He walks over and pulls you by his jacket, zipping up the zipper all the way

He kisses your forehead

Kuroo: “Let’s go find you some real friends”

....

You: “After I get in your pants”

Him: :O

Akaashi:

Now it’s not that hard to believe that this beautiful creature is swooned over by the entire student population

So when they found out that the infamous Akaashi Keiji finally got cuffed there were many supporters and shippers

And there were a few haters as well

Akaashi supports whoever you are friends with, he trusts your judgement

But he started noticed your friends’ change in behavior ever since you got together

At some point he had had enough, and wanted to get to the bottom of it

So one day he joined your study group with your friends

You all decided to take a quick break, and he offered to accompany you to the vending machine, his plan in action

Akaashi: “You go on ahead, I’m going to use the bathroom real quick. Do you mind getting me a water, my love?”

swoons at the words ‘my love’

You: :D heck yes bby at your service

Once you leave, he creeps up to next to the doorway to eavesdrop

Friend 1: “They have some nerve bringing him today. If it was just Akaashi I wouldn’t mind...”

Friend 2: “Yeah, as if stealing him wasn’t enough. It’s like they’re rubbing it in our face”

Friend 1: “Ugh, what a selfish bitch”

Akaashi: :(

He was sad that he finally found out how they really felt. How could they hate such an angel like you?

You both return with waters, but your friends were still in a bad mood

So once the bickering toward you started, Akaashi got fed up

Akaashi: “You know, I think the two of us will take our leave. And by the way, if you only want me, that’s too bad. I’m the one who asked them out, so wherever I go, they come with me, and vice versa. You two are the most unsupportive people I’ve ever met. I think we’re done from here and on.”

There was a beat of silence. All three of you were like :o at his sudden outburst

He dragged you out, taking you home to finish the study session, where he explained what happened as he made you some tea

You: “Thank you”

Akaashi: “For what?”

“Everything”

“Anything for you, my love”

swoon marry me pls

Bokuto:

He definitely was well-known around the school, being one of the top aces in Japan and all

He was also well-known for being loud

Like. Really loud.

So when you guys got together, everyone definitely knew

How could they not? He loved to show off his baby!

You: *breathes*

Bokuto: My LOVE :D !! My ANGEL :D !! My HONEY BUNCH :D !! (and the other million names he has for you)

But since he had many fans, many of them were not please that he was off the market now

Because he was your bf now, there was a newfound spotlight of popularity on you, and while you were kind of okay with it, it came with a few scheming individuals

These girls in your class were quick to befriend you, and soon you formed a little “study group”

These “study” sessions were 10% actual studying. The other 90% was the three of them trying to pry Bokuto details out ofyou, trying to get you to spill any secrets of dating the ace

You didn’t really notice, it was just nice to have others to confide in

But oh boy

Did your bf notice

Thy always insisted on coming with you whenever Bokuto was involved

Practice? They were there in Nekoma gear

Mini ice cream date? Your friends practically invited themselves

And they wouldn’t even notice you, they were so focused on his every words, trying to get a touch of his flexed muscles

But he noticed how sour they would appear wherever he mentioned you

One night, the team was at the new diner after a match, famished after defeating your opponents

And of course, your friends decided to tag along

So the four of you were in a booth, with you, Bokuto, and your two new friends, who happened to be whispering to each other

Suddenly you got a call from your mom, and quickly excused yourself to take the call outside

What you didn’t know was that you’re new “friends” had devised a plan to try and snatch Bokuto from you

Friend 1: “Good, they’re finally gone”

Bokuto: >:o the fuck

Friend 2: “So, the two of us were wondering if you were doing anything tonight after this”

Bokuto: the fuck x 2 “Yeah, I’m going home with y/n. We’ll probably watch a movie or cuddle or something cute”

Friend 1: “Movie with y/n? Cuddle?? You wouldn’t want to do anything more interesting than that?”

Him: :( ?? “Like what?”

Friend 2: “Well we’re soo much better than they are, you can come home with us. You’ll have so much fun”

Bokuto (the oblivious/lovestruck mf he is): “We’ll watch a movie with y/n? Sounds fun!!”

They shook their head, then each one of the places a hand on his juicy thighs

Friend 1: “Forget about y/n. They’re nothing compare to what we can give you, physically.”

Friend 2: “We could have a threesome if you want. Doesn’t that sounds more appealing than watching a movie with them?”

Bokuto: >:O ah hell no

He jumped out of the booth and stared at them. “How dare you? We’re you only friends with y/n so you can try to get me with you two?! That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard!! Y/n my angel, my baby, my everything!! I would NEVER leave them, let alone CHEAT on them. And you sure as hell don’t deserve THEM as a friend. I’m so digusted right now I can’t even think straight!!”

He could rant longer, but he feels your hand on his shoulder.

You: “Bo, let’s go home.”

Bokuto: “Yes boss :)”

The rest of the team followed you home, joining in on the movie marathon you two had

Now you have lots of true friends and a great bf

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 3 years

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Warnings: None Characters: Remy, Virgil Ships: Soulmate Sleepxiety Universe: Soulmate’s marks appear on your skin AU Genre: Fluff Extra Tags: Shy Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Sleep | Remy is a Bad B****h

Tic-Tac-Soul

Remy first worked up the courage to write on his skin and say hello to his soulmate at age seven, when the kid next to him told him he didn’t have the guts. He drew several stars and wrote ‘what’s up, soulmate?’ on his inner arm, as if he’d done it a million times before. There was no response, and Remy told everyone clearly his soulmate was busy and he’d get a response after school. His soulmate never responded during school hours. They made fun of his soulmate for being a nerd, but bought his story.

Things continued on like that for a while. Remy would write greetings and messages, but his soulmate never answered. Remy never believed for a second he didn’t have a soulmate. Some families have a dated tradition where they have to wait to talk to their soulmates. Remy assumed that’s what was happening. He’d have to wait, as much as he hated the idea of waiting for anything. Remy once threw a fit over his hot cocoa taking too long to heat. Some kids tried to play keep-away with him and after thirty seconds, Remy got sick of waiting and clocked the initiator right in the face. They suspended him for three days and never regretted it for a second.

But for his soulmate? Remy could figure out how to wait. That never stopped him from writing on himself, though. He’d written notes, drew on his hands when he was bored, and just ranted at his soulmate when he felt lonely. Everyone else was doing it, and among all the various colours of skin-safe markers that littered his arms, no one could ever tell that Remy was lying about his soulmate responding. At this point, it was easier to keep up the lie.

Years passed, and Remy’s confidence never wavered. His soulmate would respond when they could. The lie that they were responding was easy and comfortable. Remy talked to his soulmate all the time, after all. His soulmate just didn’t ever mark back. Remy didn’t feel lost and even the loneliness faded over time. It was like talking to a shy kid. He’d made friends with most of the shy students because he could rant at them as much as he liked and never get interrupted. He never had to wait to talk. It felt familiar and comforting after a certain point to talk at his soulmate without a response.

Perhaps Remy was just coping the way he knew how. But Remy refused to believe another young child abandoned him without a word. It was easier to believe they weren’t capable of replying, so Remy did. He focused on doing other things with his life. People doting on their soulmates from a young age felt weird to Remy, anyway.

He had his own life and shit to handle. He was gunning to take over the school paper and photography consumed his free time. His shy friends were willing to do silhouette photographs, and the series of anonymous photos about student life they’d let him run in the paper was actually quite popular. They even ran prints for the student lounge. His life was going fine without a soulmate replying. So Remy waited.

It first happened in one terribly boring history class. They were doing a review for a test, and Remy’s mind wasn’t having it. He couldn’t pay attention even when he gave his all. So Remy gave up and started playing tic-tac-toe with himself on his arm in the back of the classroom.

Remy drew the grid with a black marker and marked the initial X absentmindedly, filling out the grid alternatively in random positions, just trying to pass the time. He’d won with O’s diagonally and drew the next grid, placing an O in the middle of the grid. Remy went to place an X in the top right corner, but to his surprise, a purple X appeared there as soon as the marker touched his skin. Remy smiled and drew an O in the top middle space, and the purple X cut him off on the bottom middle.

They tied in the end, and Remy drew another grid. He waited for the purple X to move first, but it never came, so he marked an O again. The purple X reappeared, and they played another round. Remy wasn’t sure what was happening, honestly. Was the purple X sneaking responses when they weren’t supposed to and getting away with it because Remy wrote so much on his skin? Was the purple X just that shy? It had been a literal decade and the purple X’s first response was to play tic-tac-toe.

This was completely surreal. Remy did not know how to react, and he had to stay neutral or he’d get in trouble for not paying attention as well as people catching on to his lie. But Remy wanted to scream and jump around the room. After all these years, he’d finally gotten a response from his soulmate. The way his skin pleasantly tingled when each purple X appeared was euphoric.

Remy and the purple X had completely filled their left arm with games of tic-tac-toe, but Remy wasn’t done. He’d pulled an alcohol wipe out of his bag and cleared off all of his old grids, leaving a smattering of purple X’s on his arm. He drew up a hangman game instead, writing ‘guesses’ under the pole to mark a clear space for his soulmate to respond, hoping they would reply. An ‘a’ appeared in the guesses section about thirty seconds later that Remy placed three letters in on the first word and as the second letter in the second word.

Together they had filled out Remy’s words in short order, a simple ‘thanks babe’ to his soulmate. There was no response, which wasn’t surprising. Remy drew half of a heart instead, since it seemed more up purple X’s alley. They completed the other half in a purple arch and Remy’s heart warmed. He wiped off the hangman game, leaving the pole to see if purple X would start a game of their own. They placed down six blanks under the hangman pole. Remy suppressed a victorious shout and started guessing in the section.

After a surprisingly arduous round of hangman, Remy had the word. It said ‘Virgil’. Remy had a name for his soulmate! He wrote some pronouns down on his arm, ‘he/him, she/her, they/them, other’ and waited. There was no response right away, so Remy drew little boxes in front of the pronouns for check marks. Remy got a check in front of ‘they/them’ and his heart jumped joyously. He had a name and pronouns! All from tic-tac-toe. Remy erased everything but ‘he/him’ and wrote his name above it and boxed it off so Virgil would know who he was.

Virgil filled in his half of the heart and Remy did the same, his heart feeling just as full. The scattered purple X’s and Virgil’s name and check mark disappeared off Virgil’s arm, so Remy grabbed another alcohol wipe and cleared off as well. Virgil might be from one of those families who can’t respond until a certain age, after all. Remy knew he was always right, but this took the cake. He knew his soulmate’s name and pronouns and it seemed like Virgil might have been sneaking around to talk to Remy. What a catch! Remy loved a badass.

The only thing left on Remy’s arm was the little heart, so Remy drew a few hearts and stars around it to hide the fact that Virgil drew on themself and talked to Remy, just to be safe. He didn’t want his soulmate to get in trouble, but the sneaking also made Remy feel like the cool protagonist of a romance film. Remy leaned on his arms and sighed happily, staring into space as time ticked past in his history class. Virgil, huh? Remy couldn’t wait. He would for Virgil, though.

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moonflower-31 · 4 years

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I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist

Part 6

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of murders, cases, Serial killer facts,

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess, @ssahoodrathotchner

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It had been about two months or so since your little impromptu sleepover at the resident genius's place. Things had gotten a little better, at least on your part.

"Hey!"

You jumped from your make-do desk in your room, snapping your head towards the doorway where a friendly face awaited you. Gabriel had a bag of sweets in one hand and a malt in the other. "Jesus, Gabe you scared me." You cursed, holding a hand to your chest.

"At least we're even." He points out, putting the malt on the table in front of you. Also inconveniently on top of your written notes for the paper you had to write. You growled and moved the drink, glaring at your best friend.

"You've gotten even with me plenty of times since then! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" You ask in exasperation. Gabriel pretends to ponder your question as he pops a caramel apple sucker into his mouth.

"Says the girl who didn't call me to tell me she was home and instead decided to stay with the coworker she has a crush on. You didn't even bribe me with details!" He complained, dumping a few sweets in front of you.

You grumpily grab one of the sweets he had graciously offered and tossed it into your mouth. "It was one time! And I hadn't slept for like, four days! Besides, it wasn't my fault my mother decided to drop by and visit!" You huff.

"Yeah yeah. You know how much I hate that hag. Nothing against you, sugar tits." Gabriel comments, pulling the pop from his mouth. "But still, no excuse not to call me. Send me a text even. Some proof of life." He grumbled. "That malt is yours by the way. Iris insisted I get one for you while we were out. Couldn't say no."

You look over at the bright pink striped cup dripping with condensation that created a wet circle on the desk. For being pissed at you for over two months, Gabriel was a good friend.

You took the malt and started sipping generously. "I'm sorry, okay? What do I have to do to prove it to you?" You ask.

Gabriel smirked. You hated when he got ideas.

"Tell me about your night with Mister teacher's pet. Then I'll consider it." He teased, quickly bopping your nose.

"I already told you. After my bitch mother confronted me, he convinced me to head to his place. I couldn't say no. He eventually read me a poem and I fell asleep. And… he knows my real name now. Happy?" You asked with a groan.

"Oh come on, that can't be all of it!" He whined, almost like a child about to throw a tantrum for being forced to eat his vegetables. Not that Gabriel was any different. He would fight you tooth and nail if you tried.

"It is! Nothing else happened! No kiss, no dramatic display of feelings, no nothing. Just a really awkward drive to work." You huffed.

The thought of the drive was a little hurtful. After the night you both had, well more like morning and you slept through the rest of the day, Spencer had been distant. It didn't last long as a couple days later they all had to get on the jet for another case. Spencer then began to re-warm up to you and now you knew nothing different. Though he didn't try to flirt with you anymore. Not like Morgan. But the previous moments where he had you backed up against the map, or had called you a good girl. He never did it again. And to be honest, you missed it despite how embarrassed you were afterwards.

"Boo! And I thought you liked the guy!" Gabriel exclaimed, acting baffled at the chain of events in your life. He then shrugged. "More fish in the sea I guess." He teased, obviously gaging you for a response.

"I do! Just… I'm not as obscenely obvious about it as you want me to be!" You hissed, sucking up more chocolate malt into your mouth with a little bit of a pissy attitude.

"Well if you were, I'm sure he'd be your teacher's aide boyfriend by now. Now, who's right and wrong in this situation? Hm? Yeah, me. No debate." He insists, putting the sucker back into his mouth.

"Shut up. I have to write this paper. For my doctorate in social science." You explain. "Just because you stopped going to school doesn't mean I can't go ahead and add another doctorate to my belt." You try to change the subject, hoping Gabriel would ease up on you.

"You and those doctorates. Are you seriously trying to build a filing cabinet up there or are you just bored with working for the FBI already?" Gabriel asks, flopping down onto your bed.

"Neither. I just want to know as much as I can in all of my areas of schooling. Be taken seriously." You insist.

"Boring. Why don't you take classes on making candy or something? That would be seriously cool. And then you can open up your own business just to spite those parents of yours!

I can see it now!" He rants, hanging his head over the edge of your mattress as he spreads his hands as if displaying the business name.

You roll your eyes. "No thanks. That sounds like something you should do though. You'd fit right into that role, you know. Candyman." You tease. "Now I really gotta finish this paper." You insist.

"Fine fine. Just be sure to come down from your academic heaven long enough to eat dinner once Iris is finished." He insists, winking at you before he leaves your room.

Finally, you had your peace and quiet. But it was weird. The peace and quiet was very quickly becoming deafening by the influx of thoughts. Not the helpful kind either.

You began to come up blank on ideas for your paper and had more ideas on how you could have maybe done something different to prevent that awkward drive to work all those weeks ago. Where did this uncertainty come from?

You grumble and close your laptop after ten minutes of no progress. Maybe you just needed a break. Then again, it was your day off. And you didn't feel like wishing bad things on someone just so you'd be able to go into work.

Almost as if the universe had been listening and decided to throw you a sickened bone, you heard your phone begin to ring. You eagerly pick it up, knowing it would be something to keep you busy.

"Hello, Agent (L/N)." You answer without checking the caller ID.

"Yes, (L/N) I need you to come in. We have another case." Hotch answers the phone. You feel a slight feeling of excitement strike at your core. Sure, you'd been on 6 cases so far, but you enjoyed being around your fellow agents and putting another unsub away.

"Do I get any insight, Hotch?" You ask.

"It's a case in Lebanon Kansas. We have a large group of bodies piling up. We have two suspects we believe are working with each other. We just need to profile them and catch them before they kill again. I'll inform everyone once you've arrived." As soon as he finished, he hung up. He didn't give you any chance to reply. Typical Hotch fashion.

You stand up immediately, grabbing your bag and your go-bag you had packed at all times just in case this happened. You grabbed the malt you still had and drank the rest of it, grabbing a couple of the caramel apple pops Gabriel had left and shoving them into your pocket.

You wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a plastic container and putting some of dinner into it.

"Woah, woah, where the hell are you going so late?" Gabriel asked in a fatherly tone. You rolled your eyes and glared at him for a moment.

"I have work. Duh."

"Work? I thought you were off?" Iris asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am. But unfortunately serial killers don't care that I'm off. Sorry guys. I promise I'll call you guys once I get back, okay?" You promise, finding a lid and putting it on the tubberware.

"You better. Or else I'll stick gum in your hair. And not the easy to get out stuff." Gabriel threatened teasingly, taking a quick bite of his food. "Have fun arresting some muttonheads!" He called.

You chuckle and sling your bag over your shoulder. "Will do!" You reply before you turn around and head out of your shared apartment.

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"Hey! (L/N)!"

You turn your head as you arrive to the bullpen. You smile as the eccentric Penelope Garcia raced up to you to give you a hug once you were down the stairs.

You graciously accepted the hug and turned to everyone else. "What did I miss?" You ask.

"Nothing much. Only Reid finally showing us another magic trick!" Penelope answered for everyone. Morgan chuckled and Reid blushed slightly. Emily was leaned slightly against Reid's desk, looking at you warmly.

"Seriously, he's really good." Emily affirmed. You chuckled and walked over in interest.

"Really now? Show me." You insist, standing in front of Spencer. He looked up at you and did a nervous chuckle.

"W-well your gonna have to turn around." He says, giving you an adorable michevious smirk.

"Oh come on-" you begin.

"He does this everytime, you'll get used to it." Emily adds, laughing slightly as she begins to turn around.

"Spencerrr… please? For me?" You asked, batting your eyes pitifully. You knew it would probably get you nowhere, but you could at lease try.

"No." He insisted.

"Pleaseeee!" You beg again, putting your hands in a clasped position. You even bended your knees slightly to add to the effect.

Instead of the immediate rejection, he pondered for a moment and stared at you.

"Come on kid, one person knows a magician's tricks. Let her be your protégé." Morgan suggests. You giggle and shook your head.

"No really, it's fine. You don't have to show me-" you begin to backtrack, not wanting to force Spencer into showing you.

"I'll do it. I-I mean… I have to find someone to pass my gifts onto." He chuckles, rubbing his neck a little nervously.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" He expressed.

Morgan raised an eyebrow and stifled a chuckle as he watched you two. He leaned over to Emily who had made her way over to where he stood and whispered into her ear.

Spencer then told everyone to turn their heads away except for you. Then he began to show you the way he made the mini bottle rocket. He wrapped his hands around yours and helped you with each step. The warmth of his hands spread to your cheeks, and the touch of them sent shivers down your spine.

"Then turn it upside down and…" Spencer instructed in a whisper, helping you to turn the cap upside down. You watched the foaming top for a few seconds, moving closer towards the unknowing danger of the cap. As soon as it began to jump up, Spencer pushed you back with an inaudible warning. You watched as the bottle skyrocketed and flew fast Hotch's ear. Through this, his hand clutched as your shoulder and refused to leave it.

"Reid, I thought I told you not to do that." Hotch warned.

Reid's face grew a little brighter with embarrassment. You didn't know what came upon you then, but you stood up and gulped. "It-it was me. He taught me and I shot it. Sorry sir." You insisted.

Hotch's lips pulled into a slight smile as he looked back towards you. He didn't say anything afterwards, but you knew he was just teasing you both. "Meet up in the confrence room in five minutes, we have another case." He says after he cleared his throat. You nodded with a cheerful smile and put your bag in your chair. You glanced to Spencer, flashing him a gentle smile before you turned to enter the conference room.

You entered the room and took your seat, taking the tablet out that Garcia had given you before. "So what do we have?" You asked.

"We have what is assumed to be over a dozen bodies killed with different MO's and different stages of aggression. The only thing that links them are the DNA from one or both of these suspects; Jensen and Sam Westchester. And boy do they have long records. That's why we were able to find their DNA matches so quick." Penelope answered.

Spencer took a seat beside you, causing your heart to skip just slightly. "How come we don't have these men yet? Why do they need our help?" You ask.

"We need to apprehend them. And get a confession. The Kansas state court system has been known to be unpredictable. Sometimes evidence is enough, other times they get off with a warning and community service." Hotch answers.

"At least they do that." Morgan grumbled. "How come we don't have these guys yet? Are they that slick?"

"Unfortunately yes. They are like Houdini when it comes to busting out of prisons and facilities. The last prison they were held in, one up in Ohio, said they were able to escape through knocking out a guard and switching clothes with him. They were in for a robbery charge." Penelope continued.

"So why escalate to murder? Unless these murders were scattered." You ask.

"They are. Over 15 years worth. It looks like they could maybe have more." Spencer spoke up, looking over the picture of one of the more recent bodies.

"It's quite possible. After all, Harold Shipman managed to get away with 218 proven murders. But they think he could've done as many as 250." You answer, sharing a serial killer fact you found interesting.

"So we just need to profile these boys and figure out the motive. And if we apprehend them, keep them apart." Emily points out.

"Why do you say that?" Rossi asks.

"If you notice the trend in each of these escapes, they only manage to escape when in contact with the other. In the prison they had time to be able to see one another and formulate a plan. Even when in questioning they were able to get notes to each other."

"Then we'll have to split up and get seperate confessions. These two are brothers, and neither seem to fit the submissive type.' Hotch explains.

"Two alpha males killing for seemingly no reason for half their lives. This'll be easy to get them to confess and rat out their partner." You say sarcastically.

"We have to try. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch announces, standing up and leaving the room.

You sigh and pick up the tablet. "Garcia, can you go ahead and check more than just their juvie records? I wanna have a list of information I can pick from for the profile. Possibly pinpoint some areas of their lives that lead to this behavior." You ask.

"Oh, but of course Queen! I'll get straight on that. But most of it will probably be sealed." She warned.

"Unseal those records Garcia. Anything that can help us." Morgan interjects as he grabs his bag and he too leaves the conference room. Garcia nods to him and quickly clicks her heels as she leaves the room. You sigh and pick up your things as you prepare to get onto the jet.

"You didn't have to defend me."

"Hm?" You ask, turning to look at Spencer. "Oh, you mean the rocket-thingy?" You clarify. "I was the one to beg you to teach me. Let's just be happy it didn't hit him in the head." You giggle. Spencer looked at you intently for a few moments before he nodded and turned his head away silently. Although it caused you to be uncertain, you brushed it off and walked out to your desk to grab your things.

As you grab your bags, you feel the small raised bulge in your pocket. You remember the caramel apple pops and smile. At least you could enjoy one of these on the way to deal with a pair of serial killers. Fun.

You pulled the sucker from the wrapper and popped it into your mouth, beginning your trek out to the jet. As you begin to walk towards the elevator, you notice a pair of hazel eyes following you. You feel a slight burning sensation on the back of your neck and your cheeks as you realized. He looked away once he noticed you were staring back.

Was he really staring, or was he just spacing out? You hoped it was the former. You were practically begging and praying for it to be. But you knew you'd never be that lucky.

As you began walking, you heard a jumble of feet behind you and the jingle of things inside a bag getting tossed around. "(Y/N!)" You heard. You widened your eyes and turned around, glad no one besides Spencer had been behind you.

"Spencer! You can't just call me by my first name right now!" You hissed.

"S-sorry, I just wanted to apologize if I sounded upset with you. I… I find it honorable that you tried to defend me. No one really does." He explained. You felt your heart melt a little.

"Spencer… I didn't think that in the slightest." You knew you were lying, but it was going to make him feel better. Besides, it wasn't that big of a deal. "And if that last part is true then I'll be your legendary defender. Like Voltron!" You insist, already beginning to geek out in front of your workplace crush. Way to go, (Y/N).

"Voltron? What is that? Is it like Star Trek?" He asked, beginning to walk towards the jet with you. You widen your eyes at him and gasp playfully.

"You, haven't seen Voltron Legendary Defender? Okay, when we get back you HAVE to come over and watch it with me. Afterwards we can watch some documentaries." You insist, practically bouncing on your toes. Spencer looked over you and smiled, unable to tell you no.

"Sounds like a plan."

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader fic #spencer reid x you #spencer #spencer reid x reader fanfiction #spencer x y/n #spencer reid x y/n #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds fandom

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kkanej · 3 years

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hello there, ladies, gentlemen, & nonbinary scoundrels!! today we gather to celebrate the fact that despite my constant semi-hiatuses and general lack of brain cells, i’ve somehow managed to convince 200 people to follow me! i wanted to have a little celebration to show how i’m literally overflowing w love for everyone on here, like seriously, im in love with all of u. my followers always brighten my day & i love ranting to y’all about how i hate this stupid website but still spend all my time here like an idiot.

don’t be shy, reblog this post & send me an ask + one of the following that i definitely haven’t stolen from assorted mutuals’ celebrations:

🎤 + ur name for a mini playlist based off it

📚 for a book rec!!

🌻 + a character/ship/ice cream flavor/anything & i’ll rant about it

🌷 for what aesthetic trend i associate u with!!

if we talk, send a 💌 for a personalized compliment OR 📉 for an insult <3

tagging some mutuals to sb under the cut:

@grisshaverse @grishaversee @rainesengupta @almostwonderland @decadencesoup @tanakasasuke @foolsgqld @barbaralillymichealharperjames @enbyadams @genyasqfin @gay-gryffinclaw @loudwithlaughter @lenigmes @nico-di-angelo-and-the-niners @swordwifes @joshuagillespies @tobeornottobetequila @bhenchod @patruchilles @autisticwylans @casshobbes @fillipas @wlwblackwidow @bellamyblakez @feelingshard @twice-in-a-blue-moon @jxsperfxhey @catalinaajune @buckyperalta @juliesupremacy @pleaseleaveamessageblog

#lia celebrates 200 #mine #anyone can participate!!

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chanyoungies · 3 years

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bye bye 2020, hello 2021 !!

happy new year everyone!! there’s a lot of people i want to thank for making last year so much more bearable so i tried writing some messages for some of my dearest mutuals this year as well!! (keyword tried because i absolutely cannot put my feelings and thoughts into words. i love you all though and thank you so so so much!!!)

@angelhyunjin : angi!! i know you’re not on here anymore (actually i just found out . i ran to twt to find u as quick as i could!!) but it felt weird not?? putting you on here because you WERE a big part of my year!! i was always excited to chat with you and i rlly rlly loved (still do) seeing your art and your dance covers i can’t believe how talented at both you are!! you are really really lovely and even if it’s been a while i hope you know i still think of you and hope you’re doing well!! this year might have been hard but i hope 2021 will be much nicer to you because you definitely deserve it!! i love you!!

@cinanamon : stephie!! i think we haven’t talked in a while until we started suddenly bonding over minho but all is well that ends well because now we are the founders of a minho cult and that’s all i could hope for in life i think! we don’t talk that much but seeing your tags in all the minho posts is always a TIME i absolutely love reading them! thank you for being there to lose it over minho, always, but also for being there in general! you are really sweet and i do love to talk to u!! i also know you are a really good writer so i hope 2021 brings you lots of inspiration to write more!! (and i’ll finally catch up on your fics too! hehe) happy new year!!

@cocogoat : puppy !! i think we haven’t been friends for long actually and that sounds fake because that would mean there was a time i didn’t instinctively check your blog when i woke up in the morning (or the evening let’s be real)?? you are so! adorable and for what!!!!!! i really do love seeing you pop up in my phone notifs and reading your posts even if i dont have any idea what they’re saying half of the time unless it’s dgrp (i cannot believe i have a dgrp friend now. amazing i think i won) u are so funny and so cute and i’m really glad i got to know you because!! you’re such a nice friend that i! love! times can be hard but i hope 2021 is gentle with you because that is! what! you deserve! gentle pats and tight hugs! (maybe that’s why i associate ab6ix’s heaven with you it’s the gentle vibes) <3

@glossiers : miss bri i am in love w u that’s it. no i’m kidding that’s not it i have much more to say . i am in lov w u though #brillie2k21 i think. i think it’s been a surprisingly short time since we’ve actually started talking?? which is kinda crazy if u ask me because?? how the hell did i live my life without screaming BRIIIII whenever i see u on the dash like for real how . that sounds like a life so empty like. that would rlly be missing . something?? anyways u are a dear dear friend that i really really love and i’m sure you know that but i will keep saying it anyway! i’m sure i’m pretty annoying so thanks for putting up with me! and for talking to me! i feel like i’ve said it before but! you are a delight to see on the dash and i lovlovlov talking to u (and sending u pics of my cats, thank u for appreciating them). i still cannot believe u managed to convince yourself i was a hyeongjun stan though. hope i can be convincing enough to clear that up and leave no doubts in your brain this year. anyways i love you and i hope we can continue to be friends and talk even MORE this year!!!!!! happy new year ilu <3

@hwacinth : miss dia my sweet sweet floral nymph real life shirayuki and queen of urls! i am? so so so so so glad that we are friends you literally have my heart it is YOURS i can’t even try to claim it back!! you literally are shirayuki i don’t even know how to elaborate i think it’s just self-explanatory but you are just. such a sweet little sunshine!! it’s like you bring spring everywhere you go!! we could be in a middle of a metaphorical storm but when you appear the skies clear up and flowers bloom wherever you step and i cannot help but smile when i see you online!! thank you so so much for being my little ray of sunshine in these tough times! i hope to see even more of your posts this year!! don’t hesitate to live blog anything you watch in my dms if you feel like you’re posting too much (but i hope you never feel that way because you’re not . love seeing u live post it is absolutely amazing i won’t ever get tired of it)!! happy new year and i love you!! ps only 1 more hour until your birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIA ILUUU <3 I HOPE YOU CAN HAVE A WONDERFUL ONE!! IM SENDING YOU CAKE TELEPATHICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@hwisgf : sorinaaaa! happy new year!! we don’t talk that much but it is always nice seeing you around! you are vv sweet and i really appreciate that, thank you for taking the time to talk to me sometimes!! you are also probably my only fantasy mutual?? which is terrible on one side because i think everyone should stan sf9 but that’s besides the point . i really do love the fact that i at least have u to talk to abt sf9 if need and i LOVE seeing u in love with hwi it is absolutely amazing. i am forever grateful for all the free hwi pics days too!! <3 i hope 2021 can be a year full of happiness for you!! (also that is also besides the point but @ fnc i want an sf9 cb announcement) ILY!! (and so does hwi)

@inkigayeo : miss vivi galaxy brain happy new year!! we only started talking recently but u do have my heart already!! i hope this year treats you well and that we can get to know each other more and be friends hehe!!!! <3 (my other wish is for u to stop breaking my heart with those fake titles. please . why should san NOT come back explain yourself .)

@jeongcheols : mimi . mimi mimi mimi im literally typing this as u are listening to that ten n dj stage ok now it’s kai ok anyways . ANYWAYS i am loving your sm concert live commentary . criminal is sounding amazing taemin is insane indeed (yes i took a break before coming back to writing this) i truly don’t know what to say?? n i have to keep watching the time so that i can scream HAPPY NEW YEAR into the mic in 14 minutes. but like?? i love you?? like. like for real i don’t know what i would’ve done without you?? also it’s weird writing this for tumblr instead of just in your messages (also i can’t focus with idea playing. idea soty). and i mean. you technically know all of this but like?? i can’t believe we’ve known each other for so long but also such a short time at the same time like. what. thank you for being my bestestest friend and my soulmat i don’t think i would’ve been able to remain sane this year (and last year too honestly) if it wasn’t for you?? thank you for always listening to my incoherent rants and i’m always so sorry for spamming you while you’re asleep i know you must wake up to like 150+ messages with absolutely no connection between them and they’re all just so random i truly don’t know how you manage to not get annoyed and to just stay with me all this time i’m- getting emotional. you had a terrible year, i know it! i really do!! and while it might not be looking too bright right now, i hope the universe hears me and treats you much better in 2021 because!! you deserve so much more!! you deserve the world, really!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i would write more really but like what is there to say literally i’m just (your emoji)) i love you for real;;

@nakyngs : ele <3 happy new year!!!!!! we haven’t talked much this year but i do think of u a lot daily i hope you know that!! and i love u a lot! even if i still need to catch up on all your aus </3 i hope 2021 can be a fun and stress-free year for you!! and we should catch up sometime too!! ps i hope your fish are ok

@ncityzen : dear spring fairy!! i already sent you a new year’s message earlier today like what. 6 hours ago but! once again!! i really do hope you can leave the hard times behind in 2020 and only get the best things possible this new year!! i’m always very happy to see you appear on my dash and curious to see your life updates and your random literature-related mini-rants in the tags they are always very interesting to see!! so! hoping to see even more of that this year <3 i hope you know that i love you and i really care about you!!

@woojjongs : MISS IRI! i am screaming this very loud so hopefully u can hear me all the way in canada! okay i had to leave this one for last because i?? don’t really know how to start i’m just a pink glittery puddle with lil hearts flowing in it that is how i feel towards u right now . how does one think and how does one write down their thoughts coherently give me a second. this is going to be a mess maybe u shouldn’t read it (‘accidentally’ forgets to tag u). just know that i decided to play txt’s wishlist to write this and u might be confused by that but all u need to know is that it means i love you very much. OKAY so miss iri you are . such a wonderful pal i truly don’t know what i would’ve done without you like . it would feel so weird not seeing you around tumblr would be so so so so empty i don’t even think you can begin to imagine how empty i’d feel without you around here ksdjbskbds i absolutely adore you but we already knew that. i’m always super excited to see your gifsets and your nonsense!! be it your love for woojong or u missing lim jimin (play m.. 🔪) or your snoo brainrot or hating literally anyone on smtm or whatever else it might be i love it all!! you are so cute and adorable and talented and sweet and funny i cannot believe you also happen to be the prettiest person on earth too. how does that feel! anyways i love you so so so so so much? i keep telling you to hold back from committing crimes but i absolutely WOULD commit a crime for u i really do adore you!! i mean . how many groups did u make me stan . (ok actually i don’t think there’s that many. but STILL) i know i can be super annoying but thank u for taking the time to chat with me nonetheless!! i’m all over the place but . there’s times i come online literally just to check your blog nothing else! i hope we can continue to be friends this year too n perhaps talk more (or the same amount idk please tell me off when i’m too annoying)!! happy new year, i hope it holds wonderful things in store for u!!!!!! and we really are starting off great since victon comeback is approaching <3 (this got way too long i’m so sorry i’ll cut it off now before i write 10 pages)

@xiaocity : miss siya hello hello hello first of all i’m just so very glad that you’re back i l o v e you!!! i love seeing you around be it your gifs or your text posts which yes. i cannot properly understand half of the time but google is my best friend after all! you’re such a wonderful person and i’m just?? really glad to have you around like?? you feel kind of like a cousin i don’t always get to see but am always excited to talk to when i can? this might not make sense but. you are vvv cool and talented and funny and feel very like. reliable? i feel like i am not making any sense so like ignore me. what i’m saying is i really really like you a whole lot and i really hope we can talk even more in 2021!! happy new year, i hope it’s a wonderful one for you!!

@yunwoo : miss anna we haven’t been moots for that long and we haven’t talked much but u are vvv cute and i hope we can become (better) pals this year!! i’m looking forward to seeing u on the dash more often, hopefully!! happy new year <3

#happy new year everyone i love you all;;;; thank you again!! hope 2021 treats you all nicely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#there's like a few mutuals i rlly do appreciate but didn't really have much to say to/abt because we haven't really . talked #i really do love all of you though!!!!!!!!!!;;;;;

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huskeddevotee · 3 years

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Hello! I'd like to ask out of curiosity what you may think of the baddies Pain & Terror in BL3? I personally found them way more entertaining than the Calypso Twins, to the point that part of me wishes they were the main villains of the game instead. I even wrote a post on my blog for my idea of an AU of BL3's plot where the Calypso Twins work for P&T instead of the other way around, it's in the 'my writing' tag, the first ever piece of fic I've published :)

Thank you so much for the question!! I haven't thought about BL3 in a while, but my first thought immediately is; Oh boy. Pain and terror.

Now, I'm a person who does like cheap throwaway characters for fun - I like everyone in Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning, for example, even though they're kind of soulless and don't get much time to exist. I don't need hyper complex and nuanced characters to like them. I like Gonner Maleggies for another example.

But Pain and Terror?

I cannot stand them.

For one, they have no real purpose except to be a reference. If you cut out their section, the game is drastically improved; its shorter and more concise, has less confusing plot points, has no unnecessary Siren Tannis reveal, and more importantly, the other parts of the game have had more work on them. For such a pointless chapter, it takes so much. And for what? A Penn and Teller reference that I'm pretty sure most younger audiences didn't get, because Penn and Teller are not very relevant to those audiences.

But the rest of the game is marketed and made for those audiences. Old memes that they would have been familiar with, like the stupid succ gun thing, everything with the Echonet quest, and I'm blanking for anything else because most of this game beyond the main story was entirely forgettable. So you have a chapter that slogs the game, takes up resources AND MORE DATA FOR FRICKS SAKE, and is a reference that the marketed audience will not understand. I know I certainly didn't.

And the thing with the reference; if you didn't get it, that chapter was so god damn boring. Its not "Oh, it's Penn and Teller but apocalyptic. Dude, they have a murder show now, thats fun! Are we going to see any magic tricks??", it's "Why is no one acknowledging these characters? Wouldn't the twins have referenced them before? Wouldn't anyone have referenced them before? Who are these guys and why is there pretty much only one of them, because the other is showing up only in graffiti?"

It isn't a fun reference, it leaves you feeling like you missed or forgot an important scene or dialogue that would have made it make sense.

I don't have any feelings on Pain and Terror themselves because they aren't anything. They're hollow shells for Penn to talk into, and for Teller to say "yeah sure sign the contract, I don't have to do anything anyway." I think Penn is a convincing VA, but otherwise I had little reason to be engaged with that whole section. Actually, I had forgotten they existed entirely. I remembered that section for having Rakkman, though. Not the two hyped up bosses, but Rakkman and the fact that Tannis became one of the worst characters in the game.

As for them replacing the Twins? As long as it isn't GB writing it, good content. It actually fits Borderlands more, I think. A bloodthirsty carnival reaping across Pandora, bleeding the people dry both of blood and resources at the exchange of murderous entertainment? Hell yeah! You could do so much with that. You could even keep the Twins as the star performers and the cult their fans, it would be amazing thematically. Of course, it would need to be more than just a reference for the sake of a reference. So, more than "Hey look Penn and Teller." Which, because fanfiction is basically a peer review, probably does so naturally.

This isn't as concise as my usual rant mini essay is but I had to wake up at 6 and it isn't even 7 so that's my excuse /./

#look we got penn and teller arent we cool #idk who that is. this chapter is boring. why arent these two guys doing anything?#?? theyre a reference of real people what do you expect them to do #bl3 #borderlands #rant #thanks again for the question!!#duela-quinzel #i think pain and terror are a good summary of this games writing #all for show and relevance #with nothing behind the eyes but a smug self satisfaction

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raysofcrosby · 4 years

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LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 2

“𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮-𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.” ━ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

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requested: yes | no

warnings: just some swearing nbd

word count: 6,964 [ oh my god i h8 myself lmao ]

authors note: happy halloween!!!! i’m actually hella shook that i managed to get this out so soon, but i was in a writing mood and voila, this came to be. idk what the hell any of the stars are gonna be for halloween, so i just made up a random group costume for a few of them that are mentioned. if you haven’t read part one, you can read it here! anyway, happy halloween, stay safe and enjoy!

"Where is that asshole?" Kennedy asked, adjusting her skirt as she stood in front of her body mirror. "I mean, it's not enough that he ruined our matching costumes by insisting you two match instead. But now he's going to make us late!"

You sigh and sit up from your bed, putting your phone beside you. "Trust me, I know. I was looking forward to rocking our sexy pirate costumes, too."

"We were supposed to look hot and you were going to be my wing-woman tonight." Kennedy dropped her hands by her side and turned to you. "Why does he even want to go? Doesn't he hate them? And is he not aware that they hate him too?"

"Apparently not, because he insisted he come along and that we match," you hopped off of your lofted dorm bed and bent down, opening your mini-fridge and grabbing a beer. "Plus, he hasn't even told me what we're going to be yet."

The annoyance with Cole had only heightened since Saturday's game. He had held your absence from Beta Ball over your head until two days ago when you mentioned Tyler's annual Halloween party was this week. It was on Halloween, the day before they were set to travel to Colorado– a stupid time to have a Halloween party, but the boys are grown and know their limits, so it was up to them not to get extremely trashed to where they'd miss the plane the next day and be hungover on the ice.

Kennedy is ranting on and on about Cole and her dislike from him, going as far to calling him some crude words that you hadn't know existed. You can't blame her though, she's your best friend and is just being protective of you. She's been your roommate since your freshman year at SMU, which also means she's seen your relationship with Cole from the very beginning. If there's anyone more protective of you than your older siblings and the few stars players, it was Kennedy.

"I mean, why don't you just end it already? It's not like you guys have been spot on or even spending time together," She continued, making her fishnets distressed. "He hasn't been blowing up your phone since Saturday, he completely ignored you at dinner the other night at the commons."

"I'm sure–"

"He ignored you, plain and simple. Plus, you two have been off and I think your relationship has officially run its course." She turned back to face the mirror and smiled at her costume. "I think that it's time you get to know some of the Stars on a more personal level other than 'yeah, I'll tape you up.' And maybe big brother can help!"

"Yeah right," you laughed, taking a long sip of your beer and then pointing the bottle at her to share it. "You and I both know Jamie wouldn't let me near their dating pool. He knows how they talk about girls and practically lives with them."

She walked over, taking the beer from you and taking a swig. "Okay, and?"

"And I highly doubt that he'd want to hear any of them talk about me in the locker room. He cringed when I said the word, breasts on Saturday."

"Hmph," she pouted, taking another swig before handing the beer back to you. "Stupid Jamie, cockblocking us from his hot teammates. It's just really rude and inconsiderate of him."

"I mean, you can go for one if you want. Just because we're not both dressed as super sexy twin pirates, doesn't mean I can't be your wing-woman."

She went to reply when a knock came from your door, causing the smile on her face to twist into an annoyed frown. "Satan's here."

You laugh and shake your head, making your way over to the door, opening it to see Cole standing there looking down at his phone and dressed in a tuxedo. "Oh uh wow," he looks up from his phone and nods at you as you stifle a laugh. "You look...sorry, you do know that we're going to a Halloween party...right?"

"Yep," he said, accentuating the 'p' and handing you the bag. "Your costume is in there." He walked past you and sat down on a footstool by your bed.

You closed the door and looked at Kennedy who turned her attention to Cole, giving him the stink eye before making a slicing motion across her neck. Cole was completely unaware, focused on his phone, which made her actions much more hilarious. "Well? Are you going to get ready?"

You bit your tongue, holding back a snarky reply that seemed to be more consistent which him as the week went on and just nodded, turning towards your bathroom and walking inside. "I'll help you!" Kennedy called out, immediately following you into your shared bathroom and closing the door. With no hesitation, she began playing music on her phone and turned it all the way up before placing her phone on the counter. "God, he is such a dick!"

You just nodded in agreement as you opened the bag, pulling out a bright red and fancy bodycon dress with no tags. You held it up and looked at Kennedy with raised eyebrows. "What the fuck is this for? It's the only thing in here."

Kennedy rolled her eyes and opened the bathroom door, peeping out into your room. "Hey, dipshit, what the fuck is this costume supposed to be?" You couldn't hear his reply over the music playing, only Kennedy's annoyed tone. "You know what? Just text me the picture." She closed the door and picked up her phone, unlocking it. "I swear I'm going to kill him."

"Why?" She looked up at you with raised eyebrows and you shook your head. "Besides the obvious reasons."

"This." Kennedy turned the phone towards you and you zoomed in on the image from Cole's message. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to get a grasp on just what the hell his costume inspiration was.

"Are you serious?"

"If you want me to kill him, say the word. I plan to get my master's degree in Criminal Justice and I'll learn how to get rid of a body with no evidence."

You looked between the picture and the dress you were holding and sighed, shaking your head. "No, that's okay. But there's no way in hell I'm walking into that party with my makeup like that. I'll just...do it there, I guess."

❒❒❒❒

Tyler's party was crowded by the time your uber dropped us off and pretty much everyone who was invited had arrived before you, thanks to Cole for making you guys late. Saying a few quick hellos to the familiar faces you saw, the first thing you and Kennedy did was take over the downstairs guest bathroom so you could finish off your costume. After Cole explained what it was in the uber, your unsettling feeling never disappeared like you thought it would. Kennedy closed and locked the door behind her as you hopped up onto the bathroom counter.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We can still turn this into a whole different costume. Maybe add some teasing, a poof and we can say that you're a pale version of Snooki!"

You sigh and nod your head. "I already feel bad for missing Beta Ball, so if this is gonna help him get over his pettiness then I'll do it. I'll just suck it up." You hopped off of the counter and held out your hand. "You got the stuff?"

"Your boyfriend is a grade A idiot and you're too good of a soul to agree to this costume choice." She pulled out a small bottle of Visine and handed it over. "I'm getting drinks and I'll be right outside the door."

You watched her walk out of the bathroom and locked the door behind her before returning to the counter. Staring at your reflection and then the Visine bottle on the counter, part of you couldn't believe that you were actually about to go through with this costume. After you got dressed at the dorm and your uber arrived, you confronted Cole about the costume choice.

Who the hell picks a couple costume based on the Bachelor...where the girlfriend is dressed as a losing contestant?

He brushed off your concern almost immediately and told you his reasoning as if he had practiced it like a script. You weren't just any random Bachelor themed season– you were Colton's season. He was Colton and you were Hannah B, this years' last Bachelorette. God, just hearing his excuse echo in your mind was enough to want to rip your hair out.

"Babe, Hannah B is the most popular Bachelorette and Colton turned her away! This is just our take on it. It'll be a hit, I swear!"

And when you complained about having to make yourself look like a crying mess by running mascara down your cheeks with Visine?

"Think about the after! Hannah B had a popular season and she's like, the hottest Bachelorette. Next year, we can do something like that!"

The only thing that made his excuses worse and his logic flawed...was the dress. Hannah B was wearing an elegant gown and didn't make her look like a dime and a dollar hooker. Not to mention that she didn't even cry on camera when Colton sent her home. But the guilt of missing out of his party was the one thing that kept bringing you back to an agreement. This party was only for a couple of hours and once you took a few shots to the face, you wouldn't even care about how your make-up looked.

You picked up the Visine bottle and squeezed a few drops into each eye, using a folded piece of toilet paper to help shape the mascara stains that were rolling down your cheeks. You were supposed to look like a disheveled, heartbroken Bachelor contestant, but you'll be damned if you don't look at least a little bit controlled. A knock came from the door just as you finished up. "Hold on, I'll be out in a second!"

You stood back to admire your crying marks and shook your head before tossing the napkin away and stuffing the bottle of Visine into your bra. "I look like a rabid raccoon, Kennedy," you said, making your way towards the door and unlocking it. "Cole is so lucky that I put up with this shit –"

When you opened the door, a tipsy Jamie was leaning in the doorway, his attention down the hall. "Oh shit, sorry," he apologized, turning towards you and immediately taking in your costume, confusion written all over his face. "Wow Y/N, you look like shit."

"Wow, okay thanks Jamie," you said, ducking beneath his arm and out into the hallway. "You see your sister with tear-stained cheeks and that's what you say?" You were being full-on sarcastic with your brother and trying your best to hide back your smile.

He shook his head as if to snap him out of his thoughts and took in your mascara stained cheeks again. "Oh shit, are you okay? What happened? Did someone hurt you? What did Frat douche do?"

Getting the reaction you desired, you smiled and patted his chest. "It's part of the costume big brother, no worries. But it's nice to see where your loyalties lie."

Just as you went to turn around, Kennedy came walking up with two solo cups in her hands, passing you one of them. "Hi Jamie, where are the rest of the Average Joes?"

You turned to your brother, taking a sip of the drink Kennedy had made you– vodka cranberry– and took in your brother's appearance for the first time. He was wearing an Average Joe's uniform from the movie Dodgeball, only his shorts were a little bit too short and a little bit too tight. "Yuck, I never want to see that much leg from you ever again, Chubbs."

"You're just jealous my hammies are better than yours," He smiled, before nodding his head down the hall. "Segs, Rad and Big Rig are in the living room somewhere." He walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Let's party hard?" Kennedy smiled, holding her cup up.

"Please and thank you," you sighed, clinking your cup to hers before the two of you took a sip.

The bathroom door opened a few seconds later, Jamie peeking his head out into the hall. "One more thing, have fun and get drunk, but please don't get too drunk because mom would kill me and I don't want her and dad to threaten to fly down here because you decided to get alcohol poisoning." He pointed at Kennedy, giving her the same look. "You too Kennedy. I don't know your mom, but I'm sure she'd kick my ass too." And then he disappeared back into the bathroom.

You and Kennedy shared a look before bursting into laughter. "Come on, let's mingle and find my hot hockey hunk." She smiled, looping her arm through yours and leading you down the hall.

Tyler had moved to a new house sometime this summer, so you haven't been able to check it out yet since your dog sitting duties were not yet needed. It was a nice house, one that many professional athletes would love to spend their money on. You liked his last house, but this one sure was an amazing upgrade. As Kennedy navigated you guys back towards the life of party, you took in the guests around you. The entire Stars roster was present and all in costumes. A few chose to match with their significant others, some went solo on a costume choice and there were a few grouped ones. Also in attendance...a lot of girls, some of them WAGs, whom you knew, but the rest you didn't know. It was hard to keep track of who was here since people were constantly moving between the dance floor, the bar/kitchen, beer pong and the few who decided to wander out to the pool patio. It wasn't a surprise though, Tyler knew a lot of people in the Dallas area. Over the last few years, you and Kennedy made it a habit to try and pick who the two of you thought was Tyler's current hook-up, a fun game where you never really found out the answer. But suddenly, the idea of playing that game tonight didn't seem all too appealing.

A burly figure bumped into you, separating your arm from Kennedy's. "Oh shit, I'm sorry," Big Rig looked down at you and laughed. "Did someone splash their drink on your face? Why is it all runny?"

"Oh no, that's her costume, Jamie," Kennedy laughed, taking a sip of her drink. "Doucheface decided they'd be Colton and Hannah B from the Bachelor."

He checked out your costume, his eyes lingering for a few seconds before doing his damndest to hide his smile and looking towards Kennedy. "Um...okay."

"Alright, alright enough. If you excuse me, I'm going to go find my doucheface." You said, taking a long sip and turning to look towards the dance floor.

"Nope! Klinger and I need two more people to play beer pong, and if I can count as good as I think I can," He took another sip and eyed you and Kennedy. "Then I think we've got our two people."

Kennedy looked at you with a smile and you sighed, looking out into the crowd of people and not seeing Cole anywhere. "Alright, I'm in."

"Yes! You're so going down." He smiled, standing at an end of the table as Kennedy traveled down to go stand beside Klinger.

"Alright pretty boy, let's see what you got."

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"WOOHOO!" You cheered, your arms up in a V as you turned to Big Rig with a mega-watt smile. "Winner, us. Losers...you two."

He rolled his eyes and laughed, tugging your arms down. "You guys so cheated! Using your..." He waved his hand at his chest area, "distraction techniques."

"Alls fair in pong and war, baby," Kennedy winked, taking a sip of her drink.

Jamie continues the banter as you look off and see Cole standing towards the front foyer and talking to Radulov, Dickinson, Pavelski, and Heiskanen. You couldn't believe that some of the players were talking to him. You turned back to Big Rig and Kennedy. "Well, this was a blast but I see Cole and I should probably spend some time with my boyfriend."

They both nodded as I started to walk away. "Didn't Hannah B like...lose the Bachelor? Not that I know...I mean, my sister watches it." Jamie said, no doubt talking to Kennedy.

"Yeah, but Cole is a douche canoe who's tiny brain doesn't comprehend that," she giggled in reply, making you smile and making a mental note to yourself to try and get them together.

As you navigated the crowd and walked over to the group, Rads was the first to see you and he smiled. "Y/N!" He broke off and hugged you, not commenting on your make-up.

"Hey boys," you smiled, going around and giving them all hugs before settling beside Cole.

"There's our favorite trainer in training," Pavelski smiled, raising his cup to you.

"We missed you," Dickinson added, looking over at Cole.

You could feel Cole tense after Dickinson said that and your eyes followed his cup as he brought it up to his lips again and again. "Yeah sorry, I was too busy annihilating Big Rig and Klinger in beer pong.

"Can you teach me how to beat them? I've never been able to win and I've already lost out on $200 and had to wear this stupid diaper and baby bonnet." Heiskanen mumbled, motioning towards his adult-sized diaper and big binky hanging around his neck.

You laughed and nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "Sure thing, we'll team up against them later tonight, okay?"

No sooner than you agreed to help Miro, Cole snatched his arm from yours and left the group, disappearing into the crowd. Your eyes went wide and you could feel the heat of embarrassment warm along your cheeks. The first person you made eye contact with, was Miro who soon after was sending death glares at the back of Cole's head. Your eyes moved along the group, seeing the same thing. At first, they'd look at you in concern before turning their attention to the direction Cole left in in anger.

You cleared your throat and kept your head down. "I'll see you guys later."

Before they could reply, you walked away from their group and over towards the bar in which Cole was just now leaving after refilling his cup. You followed steps behind him as he walked out to the patio and by the time you had reached the outer door, the few people who were already outside were starting to come in. Cole was standing at the end of the pool, furthest away from the door. He took a long sip of his drink before kicking a beach ball off of the deck and into the pool water.

"What'd that ball ever do to you?" You asked jokingly, met with anger filled eyes when he turned towards you and then back around.

"Are you into him?" He asked, keeping his back to you as you walked over.

His question practically stops you in your tracks. Your mind, almost immediately, wanders to if he was referring to the chirping he had overheard between you and Tyler during his phone call. "Who is 'him'?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me. Are you into him?"

"I'm not playing dumb, Cole! I don't know who you're talking about?" You laughed, shaking your head. "I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but there's about 45 some 'hims' you could be talking about!"

This time, Cole laughed in disbelief and shook his head as he brought his cup to his lips. "Such a slut thing to say, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in shock and you almost took a step back at his words. It only took a few moments before the anger mixed with alcohol started to flow through your veins at the fact that he just called you a slut. "Excuse me? Try not letting your fragile masculinity get in the way of the clarity of your question, Cole." You said his name in spite, something he took notice of since it caused him to face you.

He stomps towards you before coming to an immediate stop in front of you. "Oleksiak. Are you into him?" He sneered, taking advantage of his height difference over you.

You couldn't help but laugh at who he was asking about, but felt relieved that he wasn't talking about Tyler. "Teddy Bear? No, I'm not into him. We're just friends."

"Oh, so if I were to find a girl to play beer pong with and was all over her like you were him, then I'd get a pass?"

You had to shake your head in disbelief at his question. He was truly serious and upset about you playing beer pong with Big Rig. His drunken brain has his emotions at an all-time high over this. "Oh my God, I wasn't all over him! It's called trying to distract and win, Cole. You and your frat brothers pants each other and whip out our dicks, for Godsake."

His sneer was pasted on his face permanently as he took another long sip of his drink. You sighed and crossed your arms. "I think you should stop drinking, Cole. You know what...we should just go."

He completely ignored you, taking another sip of his drink. "You know what? I think I'm in the mood to play some beer pong and make some new friends."

"Okay, now you're just being petty."

"How is that petty? We're just friends!" He mocked, using air quotes before brushing by you to go back into the house. "I think I'm going to go find some girl to play beer pong with, maybe a Cassie. Is there a Cassie here?"

You ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek before huffing at his subtle dig. He only took a few steps and you walked after him, "why are you being such a di–"

When he whipped around to face you, his drink collided with yours, spilling both completely all over the front of your dress. "Damn it, Y/N! You ruined the dress!"

"It's not my fault, you bumped into me!" You argued back, looking down at the stain. "I'll get it dry-cleaned, okay?"

"Well, it's all over me too!" His voice raised as he patted at his tux. His eyes looked at the dress and went wide in fear before darkening again. "It's not even your dress, I borrowed it from Pat's girlfriend so you better get it cleaned." He shook his hands out before turning around and storming back into the house.

"I just said that you asshole," you mumbled, looking up from the dress to see two girls sitting at the far edge of the pool, staring. "Happy Halloween, I hope you enjoyed the show!"

The two girls tore their gaze away from you and scurried back inside to the party. You looked around the pool area to see that you were now the only one outside. You looked back towards the party and then back at your dress before sitting down at the edge of the pool and dipping your legs into the water. You'd rather stay out here by yourself than have to avoid the stares and risk running into Cole again. The humidity had managed to die down, not by a whole lot, but by enough to where sitting outside was more comfortable than dancing around in the big group inside.

"Let me guess. It's your party and you'll cry if you want to?"

You smiled to yourself, keeping your back to the voice. "Last time I checked, it was your party, Seguin." You turned around to look at him and his eyes immediately went wide as he took in your appearance, but being kind, he tried to hide it. "I know, I'm hideous." You added, turning back to the water.

Tyler walked up beside you and squatted down to your level. "Uh no, but...are you okay? Why were you crying? Was it benchwarmer?" He paused, looking at your twiddling thumbs before sighing. "What did he do?"

He started to stand up and you reached back, grabbing his hand and stopping him, "don't!" You can see the genuine concern in his eyes mixed with the kind of anger you've seen Jamie and Jordie get in their eyes whenever they got protective over you. "Don't okay? He's just...he's drunk and when he's drunk he's stupid."

"I mean, I think he's stupid when he's sober too, but okay sure, let's go with that excuse."

You didn't roll your eyes at Tyler for once, because you knew that he was right. Instead, you let go of his hand and bring your hand back into your lap, sighing. "Why are you out here? Why aren't you boozing it up with your teammates and their hookups?"

"Because I saw benchwarmer downing a shot, Kennedy with Big Rig and she said she last saw you with him." He took a sip of his drink, looking down at the cup. "Thank God I didn't have to speak to him before I overheard Hailee and Taylor talking about 'poor girl, her boyfriends a dick.' And I used my big brain and put two and two together," he took another drink. "It was quite simple really."

The two of you sat together, Tyler still squatting down beside you as you guys took in the night sky. You snuck a look at him and you weren't sure if you imagined it or not, but you thought that you had caught him looking away from you. It must have been a twitch or something because when you fully looked, he was looking up at the stars. You looked at your drink and took a sip, looking out of the corner of your eye to see him quickly looking away from you and down at his drink.

"You know you can sit down, right?"

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows, looking down to realize that he was still squatting and then laughing before shaking his head. "No need, I'm a hockey player. I mean, have you seen my legs? I've got quads and hamstrings made of pure steel." He finished off his drink and smirked. "Buns of steel too. I get quite a few compliments on that during warmups from the ladies."

You smiled, raising an eyebrow before leaning back and taking a good look at his butt. "Eh, I've seen better."

He scoffs, bringing a hand to his chest and standing up. "I'm going to pretend like that didn't just hurt my feelings and go inside and get another drink. Want one?"

You groan and nodded. "At this point, I'll take ten shots to the face."

He just laughed and grabbed your hand, helping you up and walking you to the patio. As soon as you guys got under the light, he stopped you from walking inside. "Jesus Y/N, are you that drunk to where you spilled your drink on yourself?"

"Oh uh, no that was Cole. I went after him, he spun around and...splash. Guess I'll just stay sticky the whole night." You can see how badly he wants to make a smart comment, but he held it back anyway, probably more focused on the fact that Cole spilled his drink on you. "Don't worry about it Tyler, it's fine."

"Nope, come on."

He held onto your hand, leading you through the crowd and his new house, walking down the hall and coming into a bedroom. He dropped your hand once you came to a stop in front of the closet door, opening it and turning on the light. "This is kind of a lost and found from previous parties and uh..." He looks embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck, though you weren't sure why since his conquests weren't exactly secret. "Guests."

"Oh no, no way! I am not wearing your hook-ups leftovers!"

Tyler sighed, turning off the light and closing the door. "I figured that, but there was no harm in the offering."

The two of you walked out of the guest room and you followed him upstairs, not even caring what people would think if they saw the two of you. "Where are you leading me now, Seguin? Your sex dungeon?" You laughed, only to realize just how embarrassing your question was.

When you reached the top of the stairs, Tyler turned towards you with a smile. "No, no sex dungeon. Though that does sound like it'd be a good investment. I'll have to think about that for an addition."

He opens a door on the left and walks in, turning on the lights before nodding at you to follow him inside. When you do, he waves you over towards the bed. "Sit, stand, do whatever makes you comfortable. I'll be bright back."

You nod as he walks off into one of his two walk-in closets and look towards his bed. You raised your eyebrows that moment your eyes caught glimpse of a pair of pinky bunny ears that were resting on his bedside table. "Do I even want to know why you have a pair of bunny ears, Seguin?" You asked, picking them up.

"Oh yeah, you know what? Candy, the girl I met at One Night Stand, she might have left those here the other night. Real freaky girl, she wore them the entire time."

You jumped, tossing the ears onto his bed and frantically wiped your hands against your dress just as Tyler walked out of the closet, laughing his ass off. "Why are you laughing? I touched those!"

"I'm laughing because I was lying, Y/N." He picked them up and put them back onto your head, smiling. "They were part of my costume last weekend. No bunny business was done wearing those and they didn't touch anyone's body except for mine, okay?"

You nodded as he placed a whole bunch of jerseys onto the bed. "So what exactly are we doing here?"

He smiled like a child and motioned towards the jerseys. "Finding you a new costume since yours is..." he grimaced at it before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, what are you even supposed to be?"

You just groaned and shook your head as he fumbled with taking some of the things off their hangers. "So apparently we're supposed to be Colton Underwood and Hannah Brown..."

He stopped, giving you a blank stare. "Didn't she...lose on that show? Like, isn't he engaged to some other girl?"

"Cassie Randolph, yeah exactly! And when I mentioned that, he went on some rant about how she's the most popular Bachelorette and blah blah blah, and her season ended with her breaking up an engagement because Jed was cheating!"

Tyler just laughed and nodded along, keeping his attention on the clothes in front of him, picking up a pair of black spandex and tossing them to you. He must have seen the panicked look in your eyes because he immediately shook his head. "They're Cassidy's. She left them behind the last time she came to visit. You guys are about the same size and that's the only valid pair of bottoms I have unless you want to go as risky business in my boxers and a button-up?" You felt self-conscious as his eyes traveled up and down your legs before he catches himself in the act and clears his throat. "Which you could pull off...only if you want to."

"Do I have any other options?"

"I don't know if you'll necessarily like it, but uh..." he pulled up a Stars jersey of his and then he eyed the bunny ears on your head.

"A puck bunny?! Are you–"

"Or a cleat chaser!" He quickly added, holding up a specialty Texas Rangers jersey. "If you wear this one!"

"What kind of costume choices are these, Tyler?"

"The kind that a 27-year-old man's closet has to offer! I'm sorry I don't wear club dresses, they're not my style."

You sigh and weighed your options. You could either go with the spandex, a Tyler related jersey and bunny ears, or you could wear a pair of his boxers and a dress shirt. You reached down and grabbed his Stars jersey, walking into his bathroom and peaking back out, taking the bunny ears off of your head and tossing them at him, as he laughed. "I'm not wearing the ears."

You closed the door behind you and unzipped your dress from the side, letting it slide off of your body. When you picked it up from the floor, you noticed just how clean and organized his bathroom was. Yeah, there was no way that Tyler picked out these decorations by himself. He either hired a professional or Jackie helped him pick out some things. You hung your dress over the side of his bathtub, before turning back towards the door. "Do you have any washcloths in here?"

"In the drawers by the sink!"

You looked over at the sink and slumped down, your eyes trailing down all four drawers. "Tyler, there are four drawers."

"Uh, I don't know! Second or third maybe?"

"Please don't let me find anything gross, please." You whispered, closing your eyes and tugging on the second drawer. When you opened your eyes, you looked to see a bunch of bottles. You picked one up and read the label.

Invati scalp revitalizer.

It was hair thickener. "Ha, I knew there was no way that he hasn't started balding yet," you laughed, putting it down and picking it up to see that it was jock powder. You dropped it back down and closed the drawer.

"Are you okay? Do you need help or-"

You opened the third drawer and found a stack of washcloths. "Nope! Nope, I'm good I found one!"

It was disappointing having to pretty much wipe off all of your foundation just to get off the mascara stains from your cheeks. Not only were you now in an unplanned costume but now you had to go around the rest of the party with nothing but the mascara and rest of your eye make-up that you were determined to keep. Sliding on the spandex, which fit perfectly, you pulled Tyler's jersey over your head and let it hang down to mid-thigh level. It didn't look right in your reflection, so you just tucked the front into your spandex and nodded in approval. You walked out of his bathroom and raised your arms halfway before letting them drop. "I look ridiculous."

"I don't know if I should be offended because that's my jersey or if I should agree."

"I mean, what am I even supposed to be Tyler? I'm wearing heels for Godsake!"

He looked down at your feet and nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, you've got a point there and your feet are way too small for any of my shoes."

"Any chance either of your sisters left an extra pair of shoes?" Tyler shook his head and you sighed. "Yeah, I didn't think so." Tyler was now wearing the bunny ears on his head and you knew what would make the costume make sense. You groaned and reached up at his head, grabbing the ears. "If you make any kind of joke, I'm leaving this party and you're never seeing this jersey again."

As you put the ears on your head, Tyler stepped back and took you in, smiling and nodding his head. "Alright, there's your new costume. You're my fan!"

You rolled your eyes and bumped into his shoulder as you walked towards his door. "Well, it's a lot better than being the seventh runner-up from the Bachelor." As the two of you walked into the hall, you stopped and turned around. "I meant to ask you, how did you even know? Do you watch The Bachelor?"

Tyler shut his bedroom door, ignoring your answer. "Ha! You do! You do watch it!"

"My sisters love it and besides, Tom Wilson watches it."

"Huh, I guess I learn something new about you every day. What else don't I know?" You asked as the two of you started walking down the hallway.

"I guess you better stick around and find out, huh?" He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

A drunken Jamie trudges up the stairs, coming to a halt and holding onto the stair railing before pointing to you. "That's not what you were wearing."

"Cole spilled his drink on her, so I thought I'd help her out," Tyler replied quickly, not even giving you enough time to start panicking.

Jamie looked at the two of you and walked over, plucking at your jersey and then the bunny ears. You could feel your panicked nerves practically start to swallow your body whole, unsure if your brother was sober enough to understand just what your costume was. When his eyes finally move on from the jersey and focus on the ears, he let out a belly laugh. "Ha! I get it! Well, this costume is a lot better than your last one."

He stumbled a little more, placing a hand on both yours and Tyler's shoulders. "You're lucky Seggy likes you enough to wear that jersey."

"What? Why? It's just a jersey," You look between Tyler and Jamie. "Isn't it?"

"Pffffft!" Jamie said dramatically. "This is the jersey he wore when he reached 500 career points. Y/N! Duh!" He turned to Tyler, "I thought you boxed it, man!"

Tyler was too busy fighting off his redding cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I haven't gotten to it yet."

You looked down at the jersey you were wearing, shocked that Tyler even considered it as an option at all. Part of you didn't want to move, afraid that if you did, you'd somewhere mess it up and upset Tyler. You had to take it off, there's no way you could wear it for the rest of the night.

Jamie patted Tyler's shoulder and smiled at him. "You're such a good brother man," he wrapped him up in a one-armed hug. "To me and Y/N."

His comment makes your stomach sink and not in a good way, and suddenly you find yourself resenting feeling that way and resenting Jamie for making the comment. Tyler too is silent before he coughs and sighs. "Yeah, brother..." His eyes graze over you faintly as Jamie pulls away from his hug.

He pats both of their shoulders again and sighs. "I love you guys...I need to pee."

Jamie walked in between the two of you and off into Tyler's bedroom, closing the door behind him. Both of you stood there in awkward silence, surely both unable to think of what to say. "Well...that was awkward."

You looked at him, crossing your arms. "What? My brother loving my puck bunny costume or the fact that he saw us coming out of your room and made it a point to say you're like a brother to me?"

Tyler was still nervous as he bit the inside of his cheek again and shrugged his shoulder and shook his head, unsure. "I mean, it's my jersey so I think the costume is cool."

"...So it's the comment then?" Looking at him, you took a dramatic gasp for breath and looked at him. "Seguin...do you have a crush on me?"

Tyler, instead of answering you, goes to take a sip, only to realize that his drink was empty. He looked into the empty cup and no sooner than you started to laugh, he turned his gaze to you. "What if I do?"

The last laugh was stuck in your throat as your brain forgot how to instruct your body to breathe. You stared at him, trying to read the expression in his eyes and seeing if you could find any tells that he was lying. Instead, you find absolutely nothing. You opened your mouth to reply when Tyler's bedroom door opened up and Jamie walked out, looking at the two of you and then looked back down at his phone. "Oh, you're still here, great." He walks up and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Craig had a family thing come up, so Dave told me to tell you that you're coming to Colorado with us tomorrow."

No sooner than he finished his sentence, Jamie walked back down the stairs, leaving you and Tyler with not even a goodbye. Your jaw had dropped slightly at the surprising news. You were only a trainer in training, not even an official or real trainer! You've never even traveled with the team before! And how the fuck were you supposed to pack your bags when you'll no doubt be drunk by the time you reach your dorm. What if you forgot to pack something?

Tyler tugged on your bunny ears, pulling them down in front of your eyes and knocking you out of your thoughts to see he had already started walking down the stairs. "Hey, I’ll save you the seat next to me on the plane."

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Gunshot - KARD M/V Review Rant

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I’m at it again with another so called review, when in reality its just a whole essay on my thoughts of my favorite artist’s comebacks, aka a rant lol. If you haven’t seen Gunshot, GO WATCH IT! I promise it’s amazing and this is one of their best songs/videos/comebacks etc. I have attached the video so no excuses! Also this is a lot of spoilers so don’t read this first it will ruin the shock and awe that is this video. And putting the “keep reading” to contain said spoilers and so ya’ll who don’t wanna read this don’t have to scroll endlessly to reach the end of my rambling.

Hi! Hello! Thank you for continuing reading! Lolol my Taemin 2KIDZ review actually got notes which was surprising, so hope you guys like this. I have a lot to say so here we go...

So first I wanna start on the meaning of the song. On his VLIVE BM said the song is about verbal abuse and how detrimental it can be to your mental health. Considering many pop songs, especially kpop, are all very cheery and upbeat I applaud them for covering such a serious topic in a way that’s not sad and slow. PLUS BM is creating new merch called healers where everything will be donated to an organization that fights against bullying (including homophobia and racism) which is incredible so be sure to check that out when it’s dropped.

So on that note I wanna get into the song itself. Let’s start with lyrics. The song starts with the words “LOVE damn 4 letters” like what a perfect way to start a song. Also the way they blend a lot more English into this song is something I love as a non-Korean speaker. Plus the parts in English are so powerful? Well so are the Korean lyrics. Like KARD you guys just went hard with this whole song. The chorus is literally “You words are like a gunshot, I’m bleeding love”. Just wow. That definitely describes verbal abuse perfectly, especially coming from those you love because it’s those cruel words from loved ones that hurt the most. I mean “the words you spit out kill me like bullets”, how else is there to describe that pain because it fucking sucks. Other lyrics that just show the words are coming from the one you love: “As long as you love me, the good or the ugly, everything is okay” as well as “I won’t surrender my darling”. And this relationship is obviously toxic with words like “Selfish I will never be enough even when I pour out all of myself” and “It’s like you control me, without you I’m lonely” and “So far you’ve concealed the true color” and “Without you dying slowly”. And they clearly have had enough with this abuse with lyrics like “Need to drag myself out of there, remove you from my life, take off the tag you” and “They hit me like a gunshot, I’ve bled enough”.

Now into the sound of the song. It has all the classic KARD elements: it has a powerful sound with the instrumentals, it’s faced paced, it’s something you can dance to, and it has that chorus that slows down then just picks up again. But this song just sounds very different than anything they’ve released before? Not in a bad way, since this is probably one of their best songs. Between the lyrics, the vocals, and the overall sound where the music just doesn’t completely take over like in some of their other songs. Don’t get me wrong I love songs like BOMB BOMB, but it was very loud and a lot happening in the song at once. Which isn’t a bad thing, cuz that’s like the perfect club song. But with this song (and the whole album really) it shows them refining their sound. Also they had a lot more involvement with this song, especially BM who did everything from lyrics to producing which probably has a lot to do with it. The music itself just goes perfectly with the vocals. Just the flow is really nice, and the beat is fun, and them gun shots really just add to it. And can we talk about that breakdown when BM is like “1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4″? Like what??!! Those sirens and everything just ramps up just before it ends, like yaasssss.

Now the music video! It starts with Jiwoo zipping up a body bag...which just sets the tone for the video cuz it’s like ok this is how it starts lets see how tf we got here. Then you find out at the end it Jiwoo zipping up the body bag of...well Jiwoo lol like WHAT THE FUCK?! (I’ll get into this here in a sec). Anyway in terms of the video it also has some classic KARD elements like the choreography that’s very intense and dramatic, the bright colors, the flashes and lasers, some crazy stuff happening, and some really cool props and visuals (not just the members lol). Other common stuff is the piles of technology surrounding them, especially J.seph. Like in Red Moon, there’s cameras and old televisions around them. This time the video starts with them being surrounded by cameras and J.seph has a pile of old computer monitors. There may be some meaning with this, but I don’t get it but think it’s an interesting theme. Perhaps its an analogy for them being constantly watched and put on every screen, like showing a darker side of being a celebrity (also will get into this in a minute when I talk about interesting interpretations and theories).

Also this video gave me suicide squad vibes. Like Jiwoo with them pony tails and the way her makeup was done resembled Harley Quinn. And idk BM gave me Joker vibes (may be due to the coloring of his teeth), BUT he also gave me Harley vibes with the blue and pink coloring of his blonde hair (which is just an amazing look for him). Then BM was just covering everything in black, Jiwoo is just fucking shit up, Somin is ready to cut a bitch, and J.seph is burning shit up as usual (just like BOMB BOMB, so another parallel). Everyone looked good in this video...like they are all such great visuals. Somin looked like a queen as always with the jewelry and everything (they always do that and she looks stunning). Jiwoo pulls of that outfit with those threads everywhere, like that would drive me crazy yet she looks amazing. Blonde BM is truly a look. And J.seph? I think this was the best he’s looked in any video...maybe its the dark hair and clothes paired with those light contacts that just make his eyes stand out. Idk but looks good, all of them! Even with all those slashes to their faces! Also this video is a lot less sexualized, especially with the girls but that’s a whole other topic for another day.

So we know this song is about verbal abuse. I talked about how it could be from someone you love. Obviously the cuts on their faces are caused by the words and pain inflicted on them, until eventually its more than just lashes but a full on gunshot killing them completely. An interesting theory I read is this is a song to their fans, or really people just leaving hate comments. Again you can draw from the cameras and screens how their whole life is recorded, and how they are trying their best pouring their heart and soul into their music when they get all this hate and criticism. So these “shots” hurt the most when it comes from their fans. Also going with this concept, Jiwoo shooting herself could be killing who she is to be who they want her to be. Although there’s so many interpretations, especially to the ending. Like it could be her killing the weaker and darker part of herself (like the part of herself willing to put up with the abuse out of love), so by killing that part of her she is free. BUT, could this “winner” be that dark part of herself killing who she used to be? This could also be killing that pain, but by embracing it and letting it morph you into something darker like a person embracing that evil and using it to make themselves stronger and protect themselves. OR she is causing this pain on herself, it’s her own words are the insecurities and lack of love to herself that is affecting her until she ends up just killing herself (not literally but figuratively). Idk so many ideas and interpretations to the ending alone. Plus we have them all just spreading this darkness and anger (like BM literally painting everything black, which is symbolic into spreading darkness). But ya this video was amazing, the visuals were stunning and the song is just great.

The rest of the album (all 2 songs...hope they release more) was just as incredible. Hold On is a farewell to J.seph who will be enlisting soon, and omg that made me cry. So J.seph you better keep your promise and return soon because we’ll be holding on and waiting for you babe! This song was also really slow (at least for a KARD song) which just shows you they can be diverse in their music. Plus just the contrast of the verses (which are just super powerful) with the chorus (which is very melodic) was great. And with AH EE YAH, like that was so nice to listen to and its a cool mix between old music with that beat it starts with, to newer music especially with the way they rap. So, shows they have a lot of influences and it also shows a different side to KARD.

Overall I think it’s a great comeback (idk what else they have planned but hoping for some new stuff because I’ve missed them so much). Please go show support and stream Gunshot and listen to the mini album! They are so talented and deserve so much more recognition. They have such hope with this comeback, but yet they still are like “we’re never gonna be number 1″ and that just breaks my heart. So show your support, hopefully they can get a win this year or just something big happen for them because they deserve it!! So that is the end of my rant...back to watching this video for the 100th time we go!!

#let me know what you think if you read my entire paper lol #alyssa kpop rant #BM #j.seph #jeon somin #jeon jiwoo #kard #hidden kard #kpop #gunshot #gunshot kard #kard comeback #bm kard #j.seph kard #jiwoo kard #somin kard

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peterpumpkinparker · 5 years

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Dropping By- Peter Parker/Spiderman Oneshot

Hi guys! I know its been awhile and wow Ive missed this blog-hopefully this makes up for the 3 months of ghosting <3 Word Count: 800+ Genre: Fluff! Warnings: None!

You stared at your complexion in mirror, not truly happy with the person staring back. Did your hair look fine? Did you look under dressed? Over dressed? Was your makeup too much? Too little? Your head swirled with these unanswered question. You knew know matter how hard you tried, you weren't going to look perfect on this first date.

Peter Parker, your crush since you walked into his chem class and fate graciously put your seat next to his. Your crush since he helped you study for chem after your grades started to slip. Your crush after you realized he was the Spiderman. Your crush after 4 months of pining for him, had asked you out. You thought it was a miracle, but really, everyone knew it was meant to be- and by everyone, Ned and MJ. But he had asked you out to dinner, at some new Italian restaurant, and you calmly said yes even though you wanted to scream.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, letting the happy memory wash of that day over you like sunlight in summer. You weren't sure you were ready for this date- the butterflies you had were practically eating your stomach from the inside out- but you weren't going to back out now.

You walked down to the living room, hearing your parents in the kitchen. It was almost a half an hour to your date- and you were hoping to give a pep talk to your parents to not make things awkward between you or Peter by asking embarrassing questions. But, to your confusion, your parents looked like they were leaving- when they specifically said they would be home.

“Whatcha guys doing?” you asked casually, cautiously watching your mom pack makeup into her purse.

“Oh, y/n, you look so nice,” your mom complimented, her voice leaving a trace of guilt.

You grabbed a water from the fridge, your hand shaking from nerves.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked before gulping down water.

Your dad sighed, giving your mom a sidelong look. “Y/n, were sorry, but you cant go on your date tonight.”

You felt your heart drop down to your stomach as shock filled your system. Almost choking on water, your voice cried out, “Why?!”

Your mom gave you a sad look, explaining,” Your father forgot he had a company get together tonight, and he promised he would be there, and he can only get in with a plus one.”

“Its required I have a partner with me to get in,” your dad further explained, “some fancy restaurant or something like that- I know it sounds stupid,” he added, seeing your clearly reproached face, “but your mother and I have to go. And you have to hold down the fort while were gone”

You looked between your parents, hoping for a crack in their faces, a way to wiggle in and get what you both want, but there was no way in.

“So- no date?” you asked helplessly.

“Im sorry, y/n, but- no date.” you mother answered, her voice stern but sympathetic.

You sighed, filling your disappointment replace the excitement. “Guess I'll go call Peter.”

“Alright,” your father called out from the front door, “tell him were very sorry- we'll be back around 9!”

Your mother gave you a quick hug, and after your good byes and the slam of the door, the emptiness of the house made you somehow sadder than before. You didnt want to call him- the dread of letting him down, or him thinking your backing out made you feel guilty. But you found yourself finding his number in your phone, and clicking the call button, the ringing sound making you chew on your nails from nerves.

Peter picked up surprisingly quickly, making the butterflies come back from the sound of his hello.

“Hey Peter,” you sighed, dreading to tell him the news.

“Hey y/n!” he said rushed, as if he had been running for a while, the sound of wind making his voice sound fuzzy. “Im almost there, dont worry, I just gotta couple blocks to go-”

“Are you being Spiderman right now?” you asked, a smile sneaking onto your lips.

“Uhhhh-why you ask that?”

“Cause- I can hear Karen through the phone,” you stated with a smirk, waiting for his reaction.

“Crap!”you heard him curse, making you laugh even though the guilt was eating in your stomach.

“Yeah… I am,” he admitted, “but Im gonna change in the alleyway next to your house- so your parents wont think Im some crazy person when I come to pick up.”

You sighed, burshing your hair to the side. “Peter- Im so sorry to say this, but- you cant come over.”

“Wait- whats wrong y/n?” he asked, hurt in his voice, making your heart ache.

“Nothing, its just, my parents have some stupid company party to go to, and they need me to “hold down the fort”, you said with air quptes, not remembering Peter couldnt see them, “so- the dates cancelled.”

“I really was excited, Pete, I was,” you put in after, rushing your words to hopefully fix any wound you caused him.

“Me too,” he replied after a small silence, his voice smaller than usual.

‘Next week,maybe?!” You hated hearing him sound dejected, so to compensate, you tried to make your voice sound hopeful.

“Kay?” you asked him, hoping he would forgive you for doing this to him.

“Kay,” he repeated, his voice still sounding as if you just dumped him.

“Im so sorry about this Pete.”

“Its not your fault- Ill see you later, I guess. Night y/n.”

“Night.”

You sighed, laying on your bed, hoping the tears trying to crawl up would go away.

“Well,” you concluded to the ceiling, “that didnt go as well as I hoped.”

With no plans for the night, you decided to just do what you usually do on a normal night- blast music and try to do some homework. The night was just about to come, twilight coloring your room with a burst of golden hues. It was beautiful, you had to admit, and again you felt a pang of longing to be with Peter

.It had been an hour of lonely listening to your depressing playlist of sad songs when a sudden knock was heard on your window. You jumped, a scream escaping your mouth as you instantly turned off your playlist.

You craned your head at the window pane, trying to see who the intruder was, but only a pink and orange sky greeted you. You stepped off your bed gingerly, and as you opened the window to investigate the strange sound-Out of nowhere, a red object whipped out from above the window, making you scream until you realized who it was.

“What the hell!?” you yelled, laughing off the fright.

“Im sorry, Im sorry!” Peter unhinged himself from his upside down position, the piece of webbing flying away in the breeze as his feet made contact with your small terrace.

You smiled, nervousness attacking your stomach. “Its okay,” you asked after brushing your hair out of your face- “why are you hear?”

You watched Peter shuffle a little with his feet, his broad shoulders blocking your sight of the railing of the terrace.

“Well, I felt bad that we couldnt- ya know, go out or anything-” he fumbled, “so….” He took a pause, looking at you so intently with those bug eyes on his red mask you felt a little unnerved- like he was staring right into you.

“Uh-Why dont you just close your eyes,” He finally said, the nervousness coming through in his voice. You were confused, so you took his outstretched hand with a suspicious smirk, and you laughed at the ticklish feeling his hand left on yours as he led you out your window.

“Okay, “ he counted, “one..two...three.”

You opened your eyes, and when you did, you were met with the sight of a mini picnic, complete with even a little bouquet of flowers with your favorite Italian food laid out on take out plates. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you didnt know how to react to such a sweet gesture.

You stared at it, shocked- how could you be with someone so sweet and caring?

“I mean, its not much-” he began to ramble as if he was embarrassed about the cheesiness of it, “but I figured since you would be home you might want to hang out here- its okay if you dont but I just thought maybe Id come hang out with you instead of going somewhere so I picked up the food I hope you like the flowers some lady sold them to me on the-”

You laughed, kissing his cheek to make him stop- you knew if you didnt do something, anything, hed probably go on that nervous rant for hours.

“Its perfect.” You smiled at him, happiness filling up in your eyes.

Peter felt relief envelope his body. He wished he wasn't so awkward around you, but you didnt care if he rambled, or accidentally scare you half to death. You were so sweet and funny and new him so well and man, you looked so pretty at this time of day, he wish he could take a picture of you and keep it forever. He sighed, relishing the feeling of your hand in his.

“Wait-” you interrupted his thoughts, “how are you gonna eat?” You pointed at the obvious mask covering his face.

“Oh!” He thought, feeling dumb for not thinking of that and maybe changing before he decided to knock on your window.

He quickly fumbled with his mask, bringing it above his nose so all you could see was a wide grin.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better,” you smiled, and kissing his cheeck again you yelled: “Lets eat!”

I hope you guys liked this! I havet been active (like at all) so I hope this makes it up! :)

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marvelundercover · 5 years

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Marvel Undercover 2019 Masterpost

Hello everyone, Marvel Undercover is officially closed. We’ve had such a nice mix of entires and we want to thank every creator, prompter, reader, beta, and fan for making this first run a success! We are so happy you joined us and we hope to see you next time!

Now, here are all the entries!

Fic

Title: Water Landing Author: romanticalgirl Rating: Teen & up Wordcount: 8059 Prompt #: 65 Pairing: Bucky/Steve Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mild animal harm, hospitalization Summary: My dog is the size of a mini horse and forcibly knocked you into the duck pond for that hot dog you were about to take a bite out of.

Bucky’s having a good day. Or he was.

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Title: I dreamt a dream Author: Fluffypanda Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3,062 Prompt #: 10 Pairing: Steve/Tony Warnings: Sexual Content, Summary: By day Steve Rogers is struggling to get along. He can barely put food on the table, let alone pay for his health care.

By night Steve works at a synth brothel, in the hopes that one day he’ll be able to walk home in a perfect body.

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Title: Not in My Wildest Dreams Rating: Mature Author: Deb Walsh Word count: 7873 Prompt #: 57 Pairing: Bucky/Steve, Bucky/OMC Warnings: Minor dissociative episode Summary: Bucky Barnes isn’t the Winter Soldier any longer. In 1991, Howard Stark helped him defect and build a new life for himself. Now he’s a modern guy, enjoying the company of other men, and keeping a secret locked up in his heart.

Steve Rogers is newly thawed out, and shocked to learn that his old friend is still alive.

Then Steve goes to find Bucky, but James thinks this blond hunk is a Cap wannabe, just fine for a night’s pleasure.

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Title: ‘Aw, castle, no,’ Author: StripedScribe Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 2307 Prompt #: 7 Met when a bouncy castle deflated on them Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock Warnings: None Summary: So technically, they should have never been in the bouncy castle at all. But it had been a long night, and the kids were all gone, and so why shouldn’t they use it for a private chat? Who knew they would turn off the power, and that castles deflated so quickly.

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Title: The Art of Handshakes Author: Emmeebee Rating: T Word count: 2268 Pairing: Gen/(Pepper Potts/Tony Stark) Prompt: #126: Peter goes to a high end gala meet as Tony’s intern, accidentally shakes someone’s hand too hard and fractures it. They have to deal with hiding his identity whilst still getting them the medical attention they need. Warnings: Vague reference to past sexual harassment; set pre-Infinity War but incorporates some elements from it Summary: When Tony invites Peter to a high-end gala as part of his mentorship, Peter feels like he’s in over his head. Can he get through it without revealing his secret identity? And what do fancy parties have to do with learning how to be a friendly neighbourhood Spider-man anyway?

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Title: You’re the Wine that I Want Author: WinterRaven Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1,833 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Prompt #: (self-prompt) Bucky signs up for a sommelier course. Steve is the instructor Warnings: None Summary: Bucky signs up for a sommelier course. Steve is the instructor. At the beginning of the first class, Steve asks everyone to introduce themselves and give the reason they’re taking the introductory wine sommelier course. Bucky realizes he signed up for the wrong sommelier course.

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Title: Thunderstruck Author: PixelByPixel Rating: Teen Wordcount: 5831 Prompt #: 145 Pairing: Elektra Natchios/Matt Murdock Warnings: No archive warnings apply, mild violence, some swearing Summary: Elektra Natchios isn’t sure who this man is who keeps watching her at the gym or why he’s watching her, but she’s determined to find out.

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Title: It Was A Galactic Emergency Author: gold_pen_leaps Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 2,457 Prompt #: 3 Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom Warnings: cannibalistic thoughts Summary: Eddie rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We’ll investigate a conspiracy, if that makes you happy. I just want my bike back.”

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Title: Through Your Eyes Author: titC Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 19k Prompt #: 114 Pairing: Matt Murdock/Steve Rogers Warnings: angst, whump, fluff, hurt/comfort, a couple F-bombs, mild medical unpleasantness Summary: Steve gets an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen…

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Title: Cat Burglar Author: FestiveFerret Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 9.9k Prompt #: 4 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: Temporarily injured cat, Swearing Summary: Bucky’s pretty sure this is not what his therapist had in mind when she said having something to care for would help him heal.

Mouse is pretty sure that having two people feeding her is better than one.

And Steve is pretty sure that it’s his civic duty to rescue a poor, hungry stray.

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Title: Breaking and Entering (Your Heart) Author: muchmoremajestic Rating: T Wordcount: 2125 Prompt #: 119 Pairing: Natasha Romanov/Sharon Carter Warnings: Mild violence, blood and injury, knives, stabbing Summary: Natasha forgets a mission packet in Steve's apartment. Her attempt to retrieve it doesn't go as expected. Additional Tags: Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson; Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

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Title: is that pepper spray in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Author: kiwigirl Rating: T Word count: 3000 Prompt #: 90 Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Warnings: No warnings apply Summary: She’s pretending to be a model. He’s pretending to be a clueless tourist. There’s no way this could go wrong.

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Title: I fell in love in a toilet stall; the Brock Rumlow story Author: Kalika_999 Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1894 Prompt #: 6 - Met when one accidentally entered the bathroom/stall the other was using Pairing: Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow Warnings: First Meetings, Hiding, Bathrooms, Flirting, Blow Jobs Summary: Brock’s only escape from his bad date is the men’s bathroom.

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Title: First Contact Author: PixelByPixel Rating: T Wordcount: 12,537 Prompt #: 127 Pairing: Gen, Peter Parker, Shuri, Matt Murdock Warnings: Mild swearing, mild peril, canon-typical violence Summary: Neither Peter Parker nor Shuri is entirely sure that they want to be participating in the summer science program at Columbia University. Despite the fact that the expo where they will share their projects is approaching, Peter is more interested in the stranger he keeps seeing outside a lab, and the odd substance that is left behind after the stranger leaves. He’s also trying to figure out whether or not he should go to college, and hopes to get advice from a friendly neighborhood vigilante. Meanwhile, Shuri is glad for a break from her work in Oakland, even though a supervised science program isn’t necessarily what she would have chosen.

Who is the stranger in the lab? Will Peter and Shuri finish their projects? What’s that dog doing there, anyway? Who’s the guy on the roof? Tune in for the answers to these and other questions!

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Title: Not the Best First Impression Author: Entwinedlove Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1,115 Prompt #: 13 Pairing: Rebecca Barnes/Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Warnings: No Archive Warnings, Meet-Ugly Summary: Bucky knew his food stained shirt and faded boxers probably didn't make the best impression. He didn't hold it against him if Steve didn't want to shake hands.

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Title: Party Trick Author: storyspinner70 Rating: M Wordcount: 1226 Prompt #: #23 Pairing: Thor/Loki Warnings: AU, Lapdance, Adoptive Brothers Summary: Thor’s best friend had just gotten engaged and decided to buy everyone else a lap dance to celebrate. What could possibly go wrong?

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Title: Think Before You Act, Except Just This Once Author: Nixie_DeAngel Rating: General Audiences. Wordcount: 1.251. Prompt #: 42. Pairing:Steve Rogers/Tony Stark. Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

Okay, Tony thinks to himself as he eyes the big buff blond guy –seriously, did all of Rhodey’s buddies look like walking Adonis’s or did he just have an in with the guy who chiseled them out of stone?– who’s ranting and waving his hands about, this might not have been his most brilliant idea. Maybe he should have tried sleeping on the idea, like Pepper and Bruce would have suggested he do had he bothered informing either of them of his brilliant and hilarious idea.

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Title: Selfish Prayers Author: barbarystags Rating: Teen Wordcount: 2730 Prompt #: 82 Pairing: Valkyrie/Carol Danvers Warnings: Canon typical violence Summary: Vers isn’t expecting much when Yon-Rogg tells her she must work with the lead Valkyrior on a murder investigation. What she learns will change her perception for the rest of her days.

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Title: Taking a Dive Author: NachoDiablo Rating: T Wordcount: 1K Prompt #: 133 Pairing: Sam/Steve Warnings: Discussions of drowning, falling into water Summary:

This was it. This time, Steve would slow down and strike up a conversation with the cute-as-hell stranger he’d been lapping all morning.

Every time he made his way to cutie’s side, he’d lost the nerve to slow down. Instead, he’d breezed on by, calling out a quick on your left right before he passed.

Cutie had been a good sport about Steve’s cheerful goading so far, but every man had his limits, no matter how tight Steve’s shirt was.

And Steve’s shirt was tight.

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Title: though we're strangers, take a chance on me

Author: marvellingyou (tourmalinex)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 2209

Prompt #: 53

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Warnings: None

Summary: Kids and teens were running about, splashing around in the shallow parts of the water. Bucky took in a deep breath, savoring the gentle breeze. But as he turned around, taking in the sight of the beach and the boardwalk, a smile caught his eye. Atop the lifeguard chair sat a paragon of masculine beauty. Blonde hair, crisp blue eyes and oh god, the way they crinkled as he smiled. His shoulders were broad, chest chiseled and arms that could either protect or hold Bucky down when—

Bucky shook his head. He was being ridiculous, but his heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

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ArtTitle: Meow!

Artist: Rhiannon McBride Rating: G Medium: digital collage Prompt #: 4 Pairing: Gen Warnings: none

Summary: After the cat you’ve adopted starts coming back with different collars on, you become suspicious. You follow them, and verbally attack the person you believe is stealing them. They admit they thought they were a stray, and so tried to take them in as their own. Maybe a poly relationship, cat could visit multiple people and they all slowly end up meeting each other, not ever really sure who owns this cat.

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Title: 01000100 01110101 01101101 01101101 01111001 00100000 01001001 01110011 00100000 01010011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01111001 Artist: CurlzForMetal Rating: General Medium: Digital Prompt #: 148 Pairing: Peter and Tony (Gen) Warnings: Robots Summary: “Mr. Stark, it’s fine! I have a spare lens in my bag, you really don’t have to … a dunce cap? Isn’t that a little harsh?”

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanart #masterpost #mu 2019

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yoursinfulurges · 6 years

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Nct as youtubers

Lucas: Channel name, Fukboi69. Pranking channel. The type to film himself with only a towel on his waist. "Whoops, i forgot a shirt.." *flexes guns* his intro is definitely a mini compilation of him being a fuck boy... mirror pics, pulling down his boxers to reveal a little more than he should, tongue out and hair messy, lookin like a fuckin horn dog that fucks anything with two legs. Intro music would probably be make love by gucci mane and nicki minaj.

Mark: Lucas' hype man and roommate. Doesn't have a youtube channel but is seen in most of lucas' vlogs. Has like 700,000 followers on instagram, account name, noodle.poodle.poutine. Has like 5 shirtless pics and 80 crack pics, and has like a really aesthetic picture with a stupid caption. "Lmao I'd suck that dick" its a picture of a tall tree

Jungwoo: Channel name, Snoopy. DIY channel. Snoopy everything. When his diys don't work he cries. Background really neat and clean. Lives next to lucas and mark. "Lucass~ keep it doown~" he said with a soft uwu voice. Fairy lights in the background. Type of guy to film in his pjs. Mainly food based shit. "Hello guys^^ welcome back to my channel!!!" UWU overload. That overly positive music playing in the background 24/7. In a scandal with lucas because of a picture of jungwoo naked in lucas' arms were leaked. From that point everyones been shipping the two. "Ok, today we're doing the boyfriend tag!!!" "What the fuck, you told me we were gonna have se-" LETS START!"

Winwin, yuta, and taeil. Channel name, 3gdudez, yuta picked it. Taeil said no to dickoverlord97. Runs an animation channel. Winwin draws and its just stick people with little characteristics, but its ok because its cute. Definitely would tell storytimes and 'what if' shits. "S-so i was taking a shower then yuta suddenly got in with me..." Winwin's character is sitting in a tub with a floatie on "wait what." Taeil screamed while yutas character has a wonkey drawn smirk on. "I mean, im not saying i saw anything,... but he was pretty big..." winwin draws his feet big instead...

Taeyong and kun: Channel name, cooking show in my bedroom. A cooking show and tips on keeping an organized life style. Two gay dads raising 6 children. "Haechan sweetie, quit harassing your brother. You know how he gets when you insult him" "but dad, someone needs to tell renjun the truth about his hair." "jisung, honey, are you ok?..." jisung hunched over in the corner rubbing soap all over his hands in a slow worrying manner.

Johnny and jaehyun: fashion lifestyle shit. Channel name something artsy and unique basically made up, so like,....Siranic. idk just made it up, but like it would have meaning to it. Like, an overwhelming feeling of joy being brought on by an object. Really aesthetic shots all over seoul. Like im talking brick walls and sun sets. The type of dudes to skateboard everywhere. Type of guys to plan what they wear. Really hipster apartment, black brick walls, beautiful old school decor, 2 bedroom with the kitchen connected to the living room. Really small but cozy, like the dream new york or Germany apartment. Content, advice giving and fashion shit, book recommendations and crap.

Doyoung, and Haechan: exposing channel. Channel name, Oops i Spilled the tea. Shades one another in their individual videos. Only facts and sass. Gives 0 fucks what so ever. Sass, sass, and more sass. "Just the right amount of sass class and ass." "didn't you get surgery?" "QUIT EXPOSING ME!"

Ten: a dancing channel, name, the 13th dancing prince. Collabs with Johnny and jaehyun offten. Dances to a variety of music. Sometimes he does random dance montages where he fools around and be a crackhead.

Renjun: relatable channel, name, mylifesuckslol. Posts funny vlogs about life and school. 3 am rants about stress and his brothers stupidities. Uses an iphone 7 as a camera and edits with i movie. Laughs at everything and anything. Often collabs with jisung and chenle because he has no friends. The purest lil group ever.

Jamin and jeno: the most click baity channel out there. Their channel name is, brothers and lovers. Posts 'i made out with my brother?' 'I got him pregnant!!' 'Our parents found out!!!!' But 99% of the time its just a normal vlog.

Jisung and chenle : does whatever they want, name, lolidk2. Sometimes asmr vids, sometimes vlogs. Often films their brothers getting yelled at. likes to pull harmless pranks. Films themselves having their own mini music video in the grocery store and always ends up getting lost.

Idk what the fuck this was but i hope you enjoyed it....

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midtown-parker · 5 years

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✨ festive celebration ✨

hello everyone! so i’ve finished my first term of uni for the christmas break and i feel like i haven’t spent as much time on tumblr recently bc of assignments etc.. so I thought it would be nice to do a little celebration of sorts !! i’m not really celebrating anything in particular, but I wanna interact with you guys more so here’s what i’m gonna be doing:

either send an ask with an emoji for one or the following:

❄️ moodboard requests (send me marvel characters or actors/themes/ships/aesthetics etc- it doesn’t have to be christmas themed but it can be!) see here for an idea of what you will get

☃️ blog compliments (for yourself or some of your favourite blogs)

⭐️ mini playlists- tell me your name for a song for each letter (let me know if you want a specific theme/genre)

or just send me some asks for a sleepover type thing!

rant about something

tell me about you or your day

based on my tumblr, tell me what you think i’m like irl

tell me about your irl crushes/tumblr crushes

send me an opinion

send me a would you rather or have you ever

tell me a secret

ask something personal/ something you want to know about me

ask for advice (at your own risk)

top 3 anything

anything you want tbh !!

no rules ! but following me and maybe a reblog would be appreciated ??

hopefully this doesn’t flop so i’m gonna tag some people for a signal boost ?? (you don’t have to 💕)

@chinupdarling @starksparker @natasharomancv @samtwilson @buckychrist @delmars @challaudaku @madmadmilk @james-bucks @petersbenjamin @aqauman @tomhollandcouk @milesgmorales @zendayacolemen @createandconstruct @captinsmarvels @peters-christmas @web-s @bxrnes @robdowneyjr @naikia

#lois celebrates #idk i feel like i never interact with anyone that much so i thought this could be fun !!

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transstudiesarchive · 6 years

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SPROUTING

Analysis/Motivation for my Short Story:

Hello, everyone! This is Blue, and thank you so much for taking the time to read my contribution to the archive. First, something I noticed about our videos, readings and various stories is that cisgenderism forces trans people’s lives, identities, and voices to be ignored, or not recognized at all. I know this is how oppression works (minimizing space and voice), but I noticed the invalidation of trans people as a uniquely heterosexist and transphobic notion. Thus, my main character, Alisha, is metaphorically and literally barely acknowledged in this story. She is codependent with her best friend, Kianna, a cisgender subject. Further, Kianna, and her love life with her husband, Ethan, and boyfriend Matt is the center focus of Alisha’s thoughts. This is to demonstrate how cisgender people are granted an abundance of space and expression and trans people are not. That’s why Kianna freely expresses her sexual desires, while Alisha is afraid of people picking her apart and punishing her for not being fully transitioned (and who says she needs transition in the only way that the West can understand?)

I hope you can recognize other juxtapositions between Alisha and Kianna. Which brings to my second intention: this class taught me how ingrained we are in gender binaries. Cisgender people are encouraged to dramatize their assigned sex at birth, whether that’s surgeries or what not, while trans people do not have access or support for their identified gender. The aggressiveness of the beginning is me trying to showcase how much we are trapped in these binaries, and that genitals are reinforced gender markers. People invalidate the main character, Alisha because she has a penis, and unfortunately, fetishize her for it but are also discriminatory because they can’t picture a woman who does not have a vagina at birth. This class has really opened my eyes to these apparent issues, and I hope I successfully showcased some of these ideas.

SPROUTING: A Short Story

I pick up my friend Kianna’s phone, because she wants me to text her husband, Ethan while she is pooping. Pooping is no excuse for Ethan to wait on a text. If she doesn’t text back within five minutes, he usually bombards her with phone calls or animal emojis.

Before I can rant from the living room about how unhealthy it is to text for Kianna to constantly text no matter what, or how I think it’s unhealthy that I have to text him while she’s taking a shit, a ton of texts pop up that I try to erase from my mind. Awesome, baby girl, can’t wait to lick that pretty pussy.

“Did you still want to go out tonight?!” Kianna shouts from the bathroom.

Another text flashes before me: Let me lick that pussy girl you know I got you covered.

Ummm... The contact information says Matt, yet, I really don’t want to pry! I know that Kianna and her husband--

I can give you what Ethan can’t that’s why you keep coming back for this big dick and tongue. A thousand more texts beep, talking about big dick, 69, and pretty pussy. They somehow overpower Ethan’s (the hubby) texts. I try not to laugh--who knew heterosexuality could be so aggressive?

“Hey, did you still want to go out tonight?” Kianna shouts again, a linger of irritation clicking on her tongue--the same click you hear when you drop a quarter on the floor.

“Yeah, sure,” I say, while replying to Ethan immediately. He just asked if she wanted to have brunch tomorrow with his mom. I replied that brunch sounded awesome. Is awesome a word Kianna would even use?

“I’m going to invite Matt, is that ok?!”

“Yeah, sure,” I say. Wait--Matt? The guy constantly sending dick pics as we speak? The guy vowing to fuck her senseless? The sexts are long enough to be a damn published novel by now--at least a few Harry Potter novels.

Anyways, Kianna and Ethan are trying an open marriage. Normally, I would support these things, but I’m not really sure what Ethan’s motives are for encouraging this--the countless fighting I have to hear every night, or someone bending over and backwards and squeaky beds, followed by more arguing is enough for me to never want to get married. Or in fact, don’t ever room with a married young couple. They fight so much that I would rather hear loud fucking than the disturbing things that they spit out at each other. Especially when--

Kianna bursts out of the bathroom, a shy pink robe accentuating her pear shaped body. Her curves stick out like gentle waves, her nipples peeking out from under the robe, plump and round like cherries. Yes, her skin seems a little red from her shower, but you know that it is soft as if she applied her skin on herself--smooth elegance, like butter. Her skin is the color of whole wheat bread.

Kianna’s lips are a bubblegum pink, and her brown eyes are dark, holding little dark light of galaxies. Because she is so beautiful, she has some peculiar features to balance it out--her pimples erode out more proudly than a stripper, and her fingers are short and fat like little breakfast sausages. And yeah, Kianna has flaws like the rest of us, and does weird shit, but men excuse it immediately.

It bothers me so much! I know that beauty is a social construct, but it pisses me off still. Men both chased after Kianna and I, but they chose Kianna over me because she had a pussy. Once someone finds out--their eyes are pleading, pouting, as if I have betrayed them and broken their spirits. If I had a pussy, I could have a love life and a sex life like Kianna. And this sounds so fuckin stupid, but why did my dick have to separate me from having fun, from having an abundance of boyfriends, an abundance of pleasure? People tell me all the time that I don’t need a pussy to be a woman. While I get this, something just feels so unnatural that it nauseates me.

I hate my dick so much. It floats in the bathtub, trying to reassert itself to me, when I feel nothing for it. It is disgusting--like a wriggling big worm trying to get out of the soil. It wants to grow, to rise, and I feel nothing for it--it is the bane of my existence in between my thighs. I am rising in the wrong way.

“You ok?” Kianna says. I blink a few times to focus.

“Is Matt a serious thing, or a fling?”

“He wants us to go to his house before we go out, is that cool?” And like a good loyal friend, I tell her it’s fine.

When we arrive at Matt’s there’s maybe five guys there--all of them are white, which is lowkey terrifying. The smell of liquor and weed overpowers my nose--I can’t even smell my perfume anymore.

Matt and Kianna flirt endlessly on the couch, ignoring everyone else. Kianna sits on his lap while Matt grins and firmly has both hands cupped over her ass. A few glaring eyes dart their attention quickly away from them, bouncing away from the image like lasers. We all stare at the bleak white wall instead, which seems to be peeling, peeling like potato skins.

Finally, Matt and Kianna rush into his room--Matt’s laugh is so loud, it actually bounces from the walls, and vibrates in me. Kianna’s laugh seems a little awkward, less confident. Her laugh is shallow, her laugh is not even a gentle tide.

The boys seem to stare me up and down, which makes me feel very nervous. I’m wearing a leather tank top, and my red skirt that really shows off my ass. My dick can’t be seen, but I start sweating thinking about one of them finding out.

“Fuck this, we’re going! Matt, we’re leaving!” one of them says, a beer in his spider hairy hand. Matt, obviously does not respond to any of the fuckboy friends. Instead, I hear him say faintly from his room, “You know I have a mini cooper--it’s not a bad idea!” Followed by Kianna using her soothing voice, flowing out of her like water gliding out of the tap. Weird.

“Whatever, all he cares about is her. Are you coming Alder?”

“No,” someone says.

I realize he has been sitting by me on the couch this whole time, and hasn’t said a word to me. Except to tell me that his name is Alder, then have his thumbs dancing on his iphone. He is nothing from the ordinary; he’s wearing a black shirt and black khaki shorts. His legs are much bigger than the rest of his body--his leg hair seems to be flirty, it glows with blond wonder. But his buzzcut is a tainted brown, and his eyebrows are thin, disappearing into his pale white skin--even his features seem to suggest something shy, unlike Matt, who has caterpillar dark eyebrows that wiggled with delight when Kianna sat on his lap the moment we arrived. Worse, this guy has curly bush sideburns, but no beard. His eyelashes are as pale as butter, but his sideburns are about the color of brown rice. Tiny tumbleweed sideburns. Dainty eyelashes, thin strands like ant legs. His lips are pinker than Kianna’s, but are trembling and thin, as if someone suctioned his lips off with a machine. Before I started transitioning, I was really blessed to not have any hair--some stubble tried to sneak its way through, like a worm in dirt, but it really didn’t seem to interfere too much. I kept getting my face waxed until it just gave up sprouting.

“Fine. Nice meeting you little lady, see you at the club,” the bulky guy says, and his clones of followers tag along behind him like preschoolers following the teacher on a field trip. Little lady? My name is Alisha.

“You’re Alder, right?” I ask, because I’m bored as fuck. He shifts slightly, inching away from me, but putting his phone down.

“Yes.” He doesn’t ask my name, either.

“Are you Matt’s room mate?”

“Yes,” he beams, his eyes popping out like frog eyes.

“But you’re nothing alike?”

“Definitely not,” he concurs. “Sorry I’m so quiet. Pretty woman like you make me nervous.” You can tell it took all his strength to say that, because a bead of sweat starts glistening on his forehead, and as far as I can tell, he had nothing to drink.

“It’s ok--can you tell me more about Matt and Kianna?”

“They’ve been together maybe six months…?” What?! Kianna hasn’t told me a thing?! From all that I know, I just heard of Matt today? Why wouldn’t she tell me? Does she think I would judge her?

“They have? Did you know she’s married?” I inquire.

“Sure, but Matt is the only boyfriend or at least that’s the agreement. It kind of confuses me, too. She’s over here almost every night. At first hearing them fuck was unbearable but I have earplugs. Now they talk about love, soup spoons, and having kids and getting married.”

“What?!” I forgot that Kianna thinks tiny spoons are adorable, and soup spoons are extreme.

“Aren’t you and Kianna best friends?” Alder replies.

“Since middle school,” I murmur.

“From my end I just miss Matt, you know? He never has time to ask about my job or get Sunday lunch with me like we used to,” Alder sighs.

“How’s your job?”

“It’s ok, I’m a kindergarten teacher--so I get sick a lot.”

“Oh,” I say.

Alder bites his lip, puts down his phone and faces me.

“I know this sounds so awful but I have to tell someone…” His voice is fragile, pleading. It’s shaking a bit, maybe it is breaking, it seems more fragile than dropping glass--I’m almost afraid his voice will quake and shatter. I nod to let him know it’s ok to keep talking, and he grins to flash me his pikachu yellow teeth. No, that must be the glare, they can’t be that yellow, otherwise he’d need--

“Matt used to be a fuck up, you know? He was drunk all day everyday but suddenly he went to AA and started working out. He used to be so mean and the last year he changed so fast and I thought I had more time to get my life together, but Matt is beating me to it. I used to be his only friend and now he has sober and drunk friends. He has the most beautiful woman ever, and they never fight. They even want kids! I’ve wanted kids forever and no one wants a baby with me. He even is close with his mom--if he’s beating me, then what does that say?” Alder rants.

I feel repulsed suddenly. My heart starts thudding, but it stalls and swirls, erratic like a broken record. Maybe it’s his social awkwardness, or the fact that he smells like Christmas air freshener, but I am completely grossed out by his honesty.

“It’s not a competition--if you’re bitter and not focusing on yourself, then your life will feel bad,” I whisper.

I wish I wouldn’t have said it out loud. This is the advice I really need for my own damn self. Am I as pathetic as this nerdy Alder boy? Constantly pining for his friend that is getting his life together, and living for himself? Is my self-esteem that low? Fuck, it probably is. I’ve been following after Kianna for a long time--what is that going to do FOR ME? That’s probably why she didn’t say anything about Matt in the first place.

Shouldn’t I be striving for my life, instead of trying to be smaller, or more funny or more like Kianna? What the hell am I even doing here? I’m here for Kianna, obviously--but why do I try to embody her so damn much? I follow her so fuckin much, hoping to become her--

“You’re right, I need to be happy with what I’m doing. I know that kids is like some neoliberal project, but I still want them, you know?”

“Sure,” I respond, suddenly wanting to leave before this turns into a pity party of two.

“Do you want to be pregnant ever?” Alder instigates. I can have kids without getting pregnant, you creepy fool!

“That’s a personal question.”

“But do you?” His eyes are in a state of frenzy and widen, deepening like a green lake. My heart picks up a pace, and my armpits get sweaty again.

“I can’t get pregnant,” I state.

“What? Why?”

“I’m trans.” And just like that, all the awkward and invasive lust he had in his eyes, vanishes. His lips quiver, and his eyes shatter into blankness, more blank than a sheet of white paper. He balls his hands into fists, his knuckles eroding--his knuckles are so prominent that I imagine his knuckles bleeding and the bones sticking out.

Instead of the laughing and giggling coming from Matt’s room (which is right by us), predictably, I hear Kianna moaning, “Don’t stop!” Matt and Kianna might be in a situation that people would judge, but why should I judge them? They seem superficial, but deep down, they don’t have shame. They don’t have shame that we can hear them. If their love is open, I need to stop worrying about her and how Ethan is emotionally abusive. My love, for myself, it must be open, too, even if it’s harder for me. Or maybe it’s not.

“Matt didn’t tell me! Does that mean you have a dick or something?”

“Do you have a dick? How big is it?” I shoot back. Alder’s cheeks ignite into pink flames, and I hear the most dramatic gasp from Kianna, followed by Matt uttering, “Holy shit, baby girl…”

“You’re being weird! Why would you want to know?!” Alder retorts.

“I’m going to go,” I announce. And just like that, I turn away. I don’t have to convince a loser why I’m normal--that can’t be my agenda anymore. The right people, like Kianna and Matt, they’ll get it. But I have to follow myself now, not anyone else.

When I get home, the house is empty, so Ethan probably isn’t home yet. It is Friday, he likes to prove he can get pussy every Friday. I’ve seen awesome open relationships, but Kianna and Ethan’s is more awkward than getting a boner at a middle school dance.

But tomorrow, Ethan will be all husband-like and begging Kianna for brunch. Ethan wanted me to water the plants--he’s growing tomatoes in the backyard. Yeah. You heard that right. Kinda stupid, kinda an Ethan thing to want to plant sunflowers and tomatoes. The garden hasn’t been doing well because it has been his project ever since Kianna and him got married last year--their shared project. But after all of Kianna’s crying, I wonder if I’ll move in with someone new, or maybe she’ll move in with Matt and I’ll live with them. I don’t really know.

I turn on the hose even though it is pitch black outside--this blackness could swallow me whole. I water those damn tomatoes and sunflowers for a good thirty seconds. Then, without even really thinking about it, I pull down my skin tight skirt, and cute panties I got on sale, and piss on the soil. My entire dick is out and for once I’m not freaking out. I’m not cringing at my balls or looking away. I try to look at it in the dark and can see the outline. I just keep pissing. Then piss a little more.

Finally, I go upstairs and start a bath for myself, with a nice lush bomb and candles. The light flirts, bouncing off the bleak dark walls and broadcasting my legs, and me in all my wonderful glory. Once I get in the purple cotton candy colored water, I let it swallow me, like the darkness outside. It feels so good, like someone is licking my neck--who knew the true intimacy of water? I breathe, and let my body relax. I let the hotness of the water surround me, and my body.

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