#poorly written

— Male Lamia! Jacob, payment method.

[A/N]: Just like it’s mentioned in the tags, it’s poorly written. I hope my writing skills will come back to me after some time. I haven’t seriously practiced English in years :/ there might also be mistakes and typos. No proofreading was done.

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[“Tired of your everyday life? Well, don’t you worry ‘cause we’ve got the best remedy for ya! Say goodbye to the city’s honk and hello to Hydra Hills! It’s THE place to be, so why wait?

Hydra Hill, don’t be afraid to look at it in the eyes!

Warnings:hydrahillsismostlyknownforitsbreathtakingviewbutalsoforitslocallamiapopulation—”]

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For the first time in a while, an ad didn’t disappoint you. The sky is clear, the sunlight shimmers on the lake and the silence! Can you hear that? No?

Good.

You park your car right in front of your new home. It’s all wood and 100% handmade. There was no building opposite yours, just hills and trees.

The door opens and a woman steps out. Her hand extends out to shake yours, she simpers.

“Hi, you must be the person I talk with on the phone.”

You nod before she pushes the door open. The inside is as beautiful as the outside. You look around dreamily while the estate agent blabs over the town’s history.

You both walk out on the porch. The lady hands you the lease agreement. You arch your eyebrows when you read the guarantee.

“In exchange for property, tenants must comply with the locals’ traditional rituals. If tenants fail to meet obligations, the Hydra Hill’s authorities will give themselves the right to block your administrative procedures… ?”

You look at the real estate agent, perplexed. She tucks her hair behind her ears and clear her throat.

“It’s nothing to worry about, trust me. The locals lack youngsters so… let’s just say they came up with an bold solution.”

“What do you mean by bold?”

But she only hands you the piece of paper and a pen. You skim pages and pages but no mention of the solution. You might have on idea of what it is, though. With your apartment already sold, you can’t go back to the city.

“Meh, it can’t be that bad.”

The lady beams, a satisfied expression sits on her face. She takes back the lease agreement but doesn’t hand you the keys yet. Besides, she picks up her phone and starts typing actively. It buzzes right away seconds after you heard her send a message.

“Well then if you don’t mind, an assigned local will shortly arrive. Feel free to withdraw at any moment, okay?”

Nothing she says makes sense to you yet. After a few minutes, someone else knocks. The estate agent swiftly steps in and opens the door. You gasp as the tall figure silently slides inside with a sharp hiss.

As it comes closer, you notice the detailed pattern on his skin. They prettily reflect the light and give the scales an iridescent shine.

The lady shows to the man a signed copy of your lease agreement. He darts his bifid tongue, his glassy eyes fixed on you. You gulp.

The male lamia swings his hips forwards and stops before you. While his scales cover the exposed skin of his back, his torso and palms seem soft. He lifts your hand in his thin lips then kiss it. You mouth falls open.

“I’m Jacob, local lamia of Hydra Hills. I’ve been selected to meet.”

Lamias, seriously? No wonder why it’s cheap. They are known to be cold hearted and opportunistic. Not a lot of people are fond of snakes hybrid or any snakes at all, which you totally understand. However, the way he towers over you slowly lulls your preconceptions to sleep.

Your name timidly slips out of your mouth and you hate that you sound like a little girl. Jacob doesn’t seem to be disillusioned, on the contrary. He looks back at the estate agent.

“Can you wait outside? I have a good feeling on this one.”

She nods and before the door shuts close, she gives you a thumbs up. What does that even mean? You don’t have time to ask her though, Jacob coils his tail around your waist. He snuggles up to you, and you’re surprisingly aware of his body’s coolness and strong musculature.

“Wow! What do you think you’re doing here?”

“I’m obviously wooing you.”

“Who in who… ?”

“Me in you, but that’s not what I said. I’m trying to seduce you.”

You put distance between you, as best as you can with his tail still wound around you. He cocks his head to the side.

“Are you not complying with the deal?”

“What deal?”

Jacobs lets go of you. Your boots gently reach the floor. He looks at you like you said Earth was cubic. He swings his spindly body your way. His hands nest inside the dip of your hips.

“You see, Hydra Hills are sacred grounds for Lamias, snake hybrids and snakes. We’ve been marginalized by human’s society for as long as we can remember. This place is our shelter — our haven of rest. Nonetheless, even if time has changed, we’re still not welcomed and actively chased in a lot of places. It causes out population to significantly diminish. That’s why we chose to mate with humans to restore it. Since humans’ DNA isn’t strong, it can’t deteriorate ours. It’s like photocopying ourselves. Get it?”

You blink. That’s a lot of information but you still got most of it. They sell cheap houses in exchange of babies. Not sure that’s totally legal yet you don’t think humans care about Lamias businesses. You nod.

“Good. So, are you okay with that?”

You consider going back to your old life ; it’s all work and no play. If you’re being honest, living in the woods with feral Lamias could be better than feral humans. No more dirty jokes from your boss or your bitchy neighbor Karen Callaghan. You got fresh air here compared to pollution back there. The price of an unstressed lifestyle is literally having unprotected sex with Lamias or snake hybrid. You’re not sure of the difference though.

Now, it does sound weird — I hear it. But still, why be skeptical?

“What’s gonna happen then? I don’t know how to take care of Lamias or what you guys need.”

“All we ask is for you to give us offspring, next step is on us. We’ll breed you once in a year but don’t worry, you’ll be taken care of before and after pregnancy.”

You need a few minutes to cope with all the informations. It doesn’t sound too bad, you could work with that. Besides, you never had sex with Lamias.

“I think I’ll do it”, you hear yourself mumble before your eyes meet his.

His grin displays fangs sharp like needles. He pulls you in and makes you sit on the end of his tail. You gulp loudly as his cold hands trace circles on your belly.

“Well let’s begin, shall we?”

He politely strips you down and even folds your clothes once done. His eyes observe your features with attention. The length of your neck and the roundness of your breast to the largeness of your hips. He seems pretty happy with himself.

He unhurriedly parts your thighs. Your folds open up to him a flower ready to be pollinated. His thin fingers linger on your lips and draw patterns throughout your vulva. You watch him hazily, it’s been a while since you’ve last been intimate with someone. A few strokes and sweet words are enough to drench your slit.

Speaking of which, you notice Jacob’s own slit bulging. Comes to you the idea of rubbing your feet on it. He hisses approvingly then starts dry humping them. He leans forward to kiss you deeply, you’d like it’s as a thank. However, you taste something acrid on your tongue. You whine but Jacob forces you slow it down. You gasp for air when he lets go.

“W-What was that?”

“Venom”, he simply responds but clarifies when your eyes widen, “Relax, it won’t kill you. You’ll just feel a bit dizzy.”

He chuckles into your throat. You feel his lips leave a trail of kisses on you as he moves downward. Something twitches between your ass cheeks but it looks like many things except a penis.

Have you ever witnessed a snake’s genitalia? It’s not fancy at all, but here you are. Jacob’s cock is short yet thick with tiny spikes blooming on the length.

“They bend easily, it’s like a broom. It won’t hurt.”

Not the best way to describe a cock, but it doesn’t matter. Your vision blurs with each passing second while your touch sensitivity increases.

He supports your legs whereas his cock slides up and down your slit. Jacob eyes your face while he pushes the tip past your folds. You hear it pop every time he pulls out. Inches by inches, his cock goes a little deeper until all of it is inside. You can’t tell it’s the venom or your tears but all your eyes see is puddles of colors and shapes. The spikes fold and follow Jacob’s movements.

His hips easily sway and roll between your thighs. Each thrust makes him clap your ass and pushes you upwards. Biting your lips isn’t enough to suppress groans and moans. You stare at him with a blissful expression.

“You look beautiful like this”, he hiss.

Your walls clench all over his cock pleasantly good — you’re so close to lose it. Your bouncy ass slams faster against Jacob’s hips. You hold on him for dear life whilst he roams your cunt. His grip on your thighs is almost painful at this point yet you crave more.

Slick sounds mix with heavy breathing. Jacob pulls out and you wish you’d seen another cock pop out of his slit. It curls around the other before Jacob bottoms you with a single thrust.

“Ahn—!”

Jacob freezes as your cunt squeezes and milks his cocks. Fresh cum floods your womb until spurts out to end on the floor. You try to catch your breath but Jacob starts pounding you again. He uses his semen as a lubricant to reach your deepest point.

He freezes again but this time, his slender body shakes heavily. He moans into your ears when something huge opens you up. You groan but Jacob keeps from moving. Eggs are pushed slowly, each one tickles your G-spot up until another orgasm.

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When he carefully put you down, you feel the weight of your swollen belly. There’s still cum mixed with your own juice running down your legs. Jacob puts the tartan rug over your shoulders.

“I hope you appreciated our deal as much as I did.”

You nod though you still feel lightheaded. He hands you your clothes then slides to the front door.

“I have to leave you for now but I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

When he opens the door, you can’t believe the estate lady is still there. Your cheeks ignite with shame. She gives you a knowing smile before following him, probably to another person. You look down, your hand lingers on you belly.

A/N: okay okay hiiii!!! this is my first ever fic but i’ve been reading fanfiction for years :) !!! i just very recently got into x reader fic’s so this was definitely kinda weird to me but i wanted to try it out :)

Inspired by “Andrew in Drag” by The Magnetic Field (another Spencer Agnew x male!reader fic inspired by this song by a different writer: x , highly HIGHLY recommend this fic!!!)

The ending is so so bad im sorry , like openish ending but also kinda cliffhanger (i wrote this on a plane but didn’t know how to end it - if anyone can write or give me advice on how to end it pls pls message/comment - i’ll probably rewrite once i improve)

SORRY 4 ALL THE YAPPING!!

This is mostly from Spencer’s POV

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Spencer Agnew x Male!Reader

It’s dumb - no it’s stupid. Spencer doesn’t like men, okay? Sure it’s a running joke with his friends that his posts have homosexual undertones but it’s not real. The shipping doesn’t mean anything, all the members of Smosh get shipped, even the married ones! Fine, maybe he watches the ship edits of him and y/n sometimes but that doesn’t mean anything! But right now Spencer is really regretting his decisions.

Darts ultimate showdown 2, it was Spencer’s idea and he’s really wishing he never requested it. Angela as Dart Simpson, Shayne as Dumpster Wizard, Amanda as *Krungle*, and y/n as Sabrina Dartpenter. Should be funny casting right? Wrong. Now he’s faced with the guy he doesn’t have a crush on dressed in a corset, skirt, thigh high boots, and a blonde wig. Really anyone would be freaking out!

The thing is, Courtney was originally cast in this video but she ended up having to direct a different video so naturally Spencer recommended for y/n to join. He didn’t really consider the possibility of y/n dressing up as the same character as Courtney would’ve.. It’s not like it matters though cause he’s not distracted, he’s just aware of what’s going on! Well what’s going on with y/n not what’s going on with anything else. Again it doesn’t matter.

When it happened, the video hadn’t even started yet. All of the casted members had just come to the set along with a mini live audience consisting of other Smosh members and crew. See when Angela, Amanda, and Shayne came in trying to hold back laughs and telling people to “prepare” it wasn’t really that unusual because everyone has ridiculous characters. Next thing he knows y/n is walking out, he hears laughing and whoop’s from behind him but all he’s focused on is the faint buzz that has overtaken his brain. Literally what the fuck is happening. Spencer feels sick, like genuinely fucking ill.

But thats not the present, though Spencer does still feel sick, especially when y/n looks in his general direction. Spencer is keeping track of points, okay well really Alex is keeping track of points but Spencer is the one officially calling them out. y/n keeps doing this bit that everyone keeps laughing at but Spencer doesn’t find it funny at all. He keeps swaying his hips exaggeratedly as if dancing along to one of Sabrina’s songs. It should be funny, Spencer normally thinks y/n is hilarious. He’s clearly just sick, it can’t be anything else. Maybe he just has a crush on Sabrina Carpenter or something and that’s why seeing one of his best friends dressed up as her is affecting him so bad.

Eventually it’s time for a five minute break, Alex’s call, everyone keeps shooting Spencer weird looks but he just locked himself in the bathroom. He feels like he’s losing his mind, doing that thing they always do in the movies where they splash water on their face, just hoping to understand what’s going on in his brain. For some reason Spencer feels the need to check if he does have a crush on the real Sabrina so he pulls out his phone, quickly opening Instagram. He blankly scrolls through her page for just long enough that the realization that he feels nothing hits him. He hesitates.. then looks up y/n’s account, just to check he reminds himself. He gets that same sickly feeling the moment the photos load and Spencer realizes, startlingly, that he’s nearly always felt like this near y/n.

Tags: Fisherman!MiguelO'Hara x Mermaid!Reader, AFAB!Reader, female pronouns, depictions of mermaid genetalia, fingering, fluffy smut, inaccurate portrayal of fishermen (?) I know that fish don't smell through their gills, but walk with me, talk with me for a sec. Also, Miguel O'Hara in an old man fisherman sweater...🤤

Minors DNI

Not proofread and poorly written :P

His skin was more salt than flesh at this point, icy winds whip at his coffee curls, but he stands rooted in his spot like he has for years. Like the forces of nature couldn't touch him.

The crank creaks as it brings up the net. He hovers his hand around the rope as it pulls, squinting as it begins to drizzle. Mist hangs low over the ocean, obscuring his view as the fish flop around the net frantically once they're lifted from their watery home.

This is his day, every day, all year. He sets off before the sun touches the horizon, and returns home after it sets. At night, he settles in his bed and waits to do it all again in the morning.

The boat bobbed as the waves grew stronger. He rushes to get the fish into coolers before the storm hits; he knew it was foolish to be out on the water during the storm, but his work kept his mind and hands busy. He'd go stir-crazy if he had to be stuck at home for too long afterall.

With the fish secured, he sets a path for home. It was pouring once he got back home, but he was heading straight to his shop. With wee Bobber bounding after him, Miguel works to gut the haddocks. He plucks the bones from a few to toss to the Samoyed to eat.

He could go days without talking before he got Bobber; his brother had bought him the dog some time ago after a particularly rough depressive episode. It was his idea to give the dog the pun name, but it was better than anything Miguel would have come up with. If it were up to him, he would have just named him Gabriel, like everything else.

Once the fish were cleaned and stored, Miguel picked up Bobber and began to trek home. The wind began to tug violently at his coat. Poor Bobber whined and burrowed into Miguel's sweater.

Miguel's home was on a small island; it was a quick boat ride to the other string of islands that were around him. His shop was on the lower side of the island, with his cabin on the higher section. Wrapping his coat tighter around himself, he was nearly at the cabin's door when he noticed something in the sand by the mini marina he built.

A flash of shiny scales and shells, perhaps it was just a haddock he had dropped, maybe. Some other fish that got beached, but it was too big for a haddock, and too small for the usual bigger fish that usually find themselves floundering in the sand during a storm like this.

Now he and Bobber were soaked; there was no way he was gonna make the walk down there now. The screen door whipped back and forth as he unlatched it, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him, finally in the warm house.

He added a few logs to the fireplace before a shower, kissing the picture of his daughter goodnight before slipping into bed. One hand resting on Bobber's blow-dry fur, his eyelids grew heavy, and his breathing evened.

But sleep wouldn't claim him, even Bobber, who was rather fussy, fell asleep before him. His mind kept drifting back to the storm and whatever it was he saw by the dock.

He groans as he gets out of bed, joints popping as he does so. Grabbing his boots and rain jacket, he makes his way down the island. And there you are, kelp and sea flowers tangled in your hair with your long, shimmering tail wrapped in a net.

Miguel freezes; he's never seen anything like this before. Part woman and part fish, a beautifully serene face squished into the sand, the gills over your hips flare, indicating life.

His steps felt as if they were weighted down with rocks, nearly stumbling over himself as rain pelted into his face. Slowly, he kneels down beside you, gently tracing the fins that go down the length of your spine before it blooms into your elegant tail at the end of your long tail that trails into the shallow water.

"Oh my god..." He whispers, reaching back up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ear fins. Everything seemed to slow, the storm forgotten as he took in this...this ethereal creature in front of him.

Tearing his gaze from you in the sand, he glances back at the storm clouds over the water. He couldn't just leave you here, already injured and exposed to the elements, without much thought, he scoops you up.

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Blinking awake, you're face-to-face with another horrid beast. An ugly silver head with dozens of hollow eyes, leaking tears that drip down onto your face, peers down at you. You squirm, trying to get out of its gaze.

Lukewarm water splashes around you as you try to pull yourself up, realizing you are no longer in the safety of the ocean and now in some sort of giant porcelain bowl. Panic blooms over your chest, telling you to swim away before danger can get you. Your fins flail around helplessly, rolling over in the tub, and the door creaks open.

At first, you hide, tucking your body into the tub as much as possible, only peeking over the rim after a moment of silence. What you see is...surprising? It's a sea bunny, but bigger, and with paws.

Bobber sniffs at the claw-footed tub, his pink tongue lazily lolling out of his mouth as he looks back up at you. His big eyes were like black pearls. Hesitantly, you reach out, tempted to pat this fluffy cotton ball being.

Surprisingly, Bobber accepts your pets. It doesn't shy away from your webbed and clawed hand. His puffy tail began to wag back and forth into a white blur, sending fluff flying.

In the other room, Miguel is leaning against the hallway's wall, pressing the phone to his ear, and he fiddles with the cord in his other hand.

"-I really don't know, Gabriel. It's...it's a fish thing." He whispers into the phone as he leans to peer into the bathroom where you are. Watching you play with Bobber. "...manatee? I don't think they live out here in these waters."

"Sailors' fatigue, brother, it's a real thing," Gabriel responds, his voice crackling through the phone.

"It's not that, I know it. It's, like, it's a woman. And she was half dead in the sand, I know she's real, 'cause I carried her and her long ass tail up the hill."

"Geez, okay, okay. Maybe tell the coast guard?" He suggests.

Miguel scoffs, rubbing his temple in mild frustration. "And tell them what? I have a mermaid in my bathtub?"

"Shit, I dunno, up until today I didn't think mermaids were real." Gabriel sassed right back.

Miguel sighed, glancing over at you again. He knew Gabriel was barely believing him by his tone, but he didn't know who else to call. He wasn't exactly a very social guy.

That and the people in town on the islands didn't exactly understand him. Since his daughter's passing, he became even more of a recluse, and the people still had prejudices towards men in therapy. So. Miguel became the odd old man who needed a shrink and talked to no one but his dog.

It's not like he can just go ask for help.

"Maybe like some vet can he-" Miguel put the phone back onto the hook, hanging up before Gabriel could finish what he was saying.

He wiped his eyes and entered the bathroom. You duck back into the tub once you see him.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you," Miguel says softly, kneeling down in front of you on the tile floor.

"You were knocked out on the beach. I just wanted to bring you inside until the storm passes." He holds out his hand for you to inspect, like you were some dog. He really didn't know how to interact with people, to be fair, let alone a gorgeous sea nymph such as yourself.

Slowly, you open your eyes, taking a better look at the man with red eyes and scruffy hair. His aura stunk of dead fish, but was warm and gentle, you could tell.

Of course, you've seen humans before; you weren't living under a rock, but never one so close. You've heard of what people will do to other ocean animals; they'll either kill and mount them on their wall or eat them.

"How did you get knocked out?" He asks, reaching over to pull a rope of kelp from your tangled mane. Your gills flare open and closed in the shallow water to smell him

"I...I don't remember," you rasp, allowing him to touch you.

"Mh, you were pretty wrapped up in my old nets. Took me a while to untangle you," Miguel muses, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "That usually doesn't happen to me, I'm very careful." You murmur.

He chuckles under his breath, taking a seagrass flower from your hair. "Your hair's like a seagull's nest, must have gotten ruined in the storm."

Your cheeks began to burn redder than a snapper's scales. "Here, turn around, I'm pretty good at untangling things." Miguel smiled, gently raking his fingers through your long hair.

It took almost forty minutes, but Miguel was very gentle with you, giving your scalp a good scratch afterwards.

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For the next couple of days, Miguel researched and read how to heal your battered scales. Making multiple trips out to the fish shop to get the proper medicines, pouring them into the clean bath water for you.

As the week goes on, you become more and more infatuated with him.

"This ought to be your last douse, hun," Miguel says as he pours the last of the Melaleuca into the tub. You nodded, peeking at his hand wrapped around the medicine bottle. "Give it another day, and you can go back home."

You nodded slowly, lips slightly pursed. "Aw, don't look sad, I thought you'd be happy to get out of my old bathtub." Miguel frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear fin.

"I am, I truly am. I think I'll just miss you and Bobber..." You say quickly, of course you'll miss him! But you were also starting to mourn the fact that you'll probably not get to see him as much once you leave.

"You don't wanna hang around a lame man like me, I like to fish and sit around all day." He chuckles, squeezing your shoulder. "But I get missing Bobber, sometimes I miss him after just being gone for a couple of hours."

"..." You chew your bottom lip. "You're by yourself a lot of the time, right?" You tease weakly.

"I guess, but aren't you too? You've been here so long, wouldn't your pod or whatever come look for you?" He asks, leaning against the tub, his arms dangling inside, the tips of his fingers dipping into the water.

"Mermaids don't usually stick together after they reach maturity..." You shrug. "We don't actually mate for life. Once we have a clutch of eggs, the father leaves."

"That's too bad, humans tend to hang out together. Y'know, get married, have kids, or like friends and siblings." He shrugged, scooping some water into his palm to wash it over the underbelly of your tail. "That sounds nice," you nodded, glancing up to meet his gaze.

Your eyes stay there, maybe a moment longer than necessary. His hand glides over the smoothness of your scales.

"Well, maybe you're the kinda mermaid who needs others." He says softly. You find yourself being pulled closer to him like a magnet.

"I guess so," is all you can muster up before kissing him.

His lips were salty and chapped, but so gentle. One hand comes up to hold the back of your head, his big calloused palms holding you there. Teeth nipping at his bottom lip, his tongue dancing with yours. It was all a blur.

He pulls away after a moment to catch his breath, his cheeks turning pink.

"What's this?" He asks, voice gravely, he runs his finger over the small slit on the underbelly of your tail. Usually, the fat around it was flat on you, but it grew puffy now from a mere few seconds of kissing.

You gasp softly as he gently massages the slit, a finger sliding between the folds, making your scales grow sticky.

"Ah...gentle," you croon, your tail twitching as he explores such a sensitive part of you. Your elbow rocks back and hits the drain underneath the faucet.

He takes his time working you open, kissing up your neck and jaw when he parts your folds suddenly, exposing you to the cold and making you whine. What surprised him was the point beneath your clitoral hood, a small tendril that twitched as he poked it gently.

You jolt and thrust your hips up to meet his touch. He was momentarily stunned; he shouldn't have assumed you would have normal human anatomy, but he wasn't expecting so...so gentle and beautiful.

He drags his thumb over your clit and dips his middle finger into your opening, his lips finding yours, making you squeal.

The squishy sounds fill the cold bathroom, making your chest heave and lean into him. Never have you wished for anything so badly as you wished for the bathtub wall seperated you from him to disappear.

His thick finger pokes and prods into your hot channel, adding a second when he deemed you were ready for it. A strangled sob rips from your throat as your tail begins to flail, as your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips are practically vibrating, and you grip the rim so hard it cracks.

"Oh...oh my gosh-" you croak out, your head rolling back. "I've never felt like that before..." You gasp, your breasts heaving as his lips crash into you once again. This kiss was much hungrier and demanding than the gentle ones before.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers thread through his dark curls, tugging him closer, when you're hit with a wave of fatigue. Your lower half felt strange, like something splitting into two. You chance a lazy glance down, the water is drained, and your tail is gone, replaced with a pair of lush legs.

I understand that they planted cameras in the lab to watch and observe, but one of their downfalls was underestimating Leo. Marcus caught both him and Mr. Davenport off guard when he found the lab. If he would have knocked both of them out then, he would have both them captured. Which would have prevented Leo from causing any distractions in the battle. For example, the skeleton robot thing (I forgot what it's called). Leo would have never had that and would have never been able to distract Douglas from the remote. 

All they would have to do is leave the rats the location, and not make it some big dramatic thing. They would show up not expecting a bionic Marcus. Leo wouldn’t be there to warn them of this, because he didn't even learn about it until speed trapped. He also wouldn’t have notified them of their new and improved uniforms. Leaving them completely unprepared for the battle ahead. They also wouldn’t have a guide through the lair. 

With Stucky, we always knew they’d never end up with each other, but even then the representation was there and palpable. They never gave us false hope or baited us into thinking “Oh, yeah. They’re definitely endgame”.

The duffers did us dirty in so many ways. I’d have rather them just spit on me and called me slurs at that point.

This made more sense in my mind, I’m horrible at explaining things but… I just needed a small rant.