#guys someone ask me more about them please

[adiadagaki]

shy!megumi spends most of his time looking at you, thinking of how he will kiss you when the day is over, how you hug him so sweetly, listen to his little complaints about Gojo, Yuji and Nobara, but most of all how you let him drown his worries inbetween your legs. Not that he shows any of those feelings off in public, Yuji has questioned if you are actually dating before.

shy!megumi struggles to ask you for things verbally and so he has adopted little tells in order to nudge you into giving him what he wants, him nudging his head against your shoulder means he wants to cuddle, a nudge of his arm in public means he wants you to hold his hand, and so on.

shy!megumi isn’t into PDA but he is jealous and possessive despite of it. If someone, guy or girl, approaches you in any manner they are getting a glare that could put them in a box six feet deep. If the situation calls for it he has no problem asserting that fact through words.

shy!megumi who isn’t so quiet when you guys have sex, that’s when all the noise he holds in comes out.

“F-fuck baby, you are squeezing the life out of me.” His forehead fell against yours, his loud moans landing right against your lips as his hips slapped against yours in such a brutal rhythm.

Squeezing the sheets, you arched up into him, impossibly turned on by his lewd words and wickedly talented hips.

“More Megs. Please.”

shy!megumi uses you as an excuse to get out of any and every social event.

“Hey Megumi, me and Nobara are going to a house party you gotta come.”

“Sorry, I am cooking for my girlfriend tonight.”

“Megumi we are going to the movies.”

“Sorry, I am taking my girlfriend out on a date tonight.”

shy!megumi really is going to go home to you, but in reality he will slip into bed with you and listen to you talk about your day while you play with his hair.

shy!megumi is forever buying you presents and gifts for putting up with him. In your eyes there isn’t a thing wrong with him but no matter how hard you try and assure him it makes no difference.

shy!megumi who would do anything for you, you only had to ask.

[sunrisecaminus]

HIII, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, ITS SRSLY SO SCRUMPTIOUS? <333

I wanted to request bumblebee/ratchet/knockout/ megatron headcanons of them finding reader working on a lot of figurines and their vehicle models. I want to see how the bots would react? (Esp ratchet, I love that grumpy old man sm)

Message - DUDE JBVPAVHUBSVO! I wish I could write more, but this is all I could think of. Also awe thanks! Don't make me blush :3

Bumblebee/Knockout/Ratchet/Megatron x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Human makes their Cybertronians friend a figurine of their alt mode. All their reactions to you making them the cutest thing ever.

Warning - Cute

Bumblebee

When he finds your little workshop, watching you making a polished figurine of his car, he was fully supportive of it. He loved everything that you did and every time he saw you making your projects, Bee stays around and observes how you make the details. There is a cute joke you guys do by telling him to "freeze!!!" when he is in his alt mode. You take pictures of what he looks like to help yourself have references. Bumblebee would try so hard not to make any sound while you work, but if you ask him if he likes it…you would get loud excited beeping about how beautiful you made him. The fact he would keep every single one of them will show you how much he appreciates them. If someone told you that the figurines suck, Bumblebee would go wild and make sure that person never comes close to you again. It's funny how mad he gets to protect you, but honestly its very sweet.

Knockout

Now, Knockout would be the most obnoxious person about finding out about your skill. This man would kiss and snuggle you every day for the rest of your life after he knows. Need references? Just ask him and he would stay in his alt mode for long periods of time so you can have one you could actually look at in person. Do you understand how much this guy would adore you? Do you understand how much he adores HIMSELF?! Do you remember how in the show, Starscream would brag to everyone how he was the one to kill cliffjumper? YEAH THAT'S KNOCKOUT! "Did you know I am a hired model? My body is so beautiful, a master of sculpting is using it for their art projects~" He will say it every where. Starscream being annoying? Knockout brags about being a model. Arachnid being a threatening meanie? Knockout will say you were useful for showing off his sexy body in sculptures. Megatron mad at him for having an unsuccessful mission? "Well big M, at least today I am going to outshine everyone on this ship by getting a sculpture version of me." He is weirdly supportive of it…in his own way. Knockout would cherish everything you do and even help buy you better supplies to help you improve. Everyday he would see you working on one and you would just feel a little kiss on your head to feel his loving energy.

Ratchet

"What in the Allspark are you doing? I am not someone for you to just make a replica of!" Yeah Ratchet is very much flustered about the whole thing. You making a figurine of his alt mode was adorable though, seeing a miniature him was so embarrassing. What you secretly don't know is that he put the figures up on the desk he has so he can appreciate your crafts while working. Does he wish you would just stop? Yes. Is he going to tell you? No! He would never tell you to stop doing things you like, just please stop making sculptures of him. He would try to nit pick the figurine to make you think you didn't do good and that would make you not sculpt him anymore, but when he saw how upset you got, thinking you made him look ugly…yeah he broke. Now he just blushes and says it looks good whenever you show him your finished product. Not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy, but he would secretly buy you more materials online so you could continue your dreams and passions. He understands the feeling of being good at your job, and doesn't want to ruin that for you. If he heard someone talk crap about your projects, Ratchet might get suspended for medical malpractice later.

Megatron

OF COURSE THIS EGOTISTICAL WARLORD LIKES IT! He would put the damn thing next to his throne to look at it from time to time. "Make me another or I will use you for target practice!" Anyone who says you are bad at making figurines will DIE. Don't question the decapitated body in the corner, please don't even mention it. He would title you are an architect on his ship and give you a respectable salary if you keep making him stuff. It doesn't even have to be sculptures of him. Make him a model of the ship and he would use it as a 3d blueprint whenever he wants to upgrade something on the ship. "And you see here, this is where I want the new engines to be placed." Starscream thinks this shit is stupid. Will he ever tell Megatron? FRAG NO! You are now the lord's favorite and nothing will change that. He would sit you on the arm of his throne and pet you on the top of your head. You will never leave, you will never switch sides, and you will never be killed. Oh and his threats are fake, that man secretly loves you and would never lay a finger on you. He would send a figure to Optimus as a "look at what my soldiers do for me" type shit. Bro, you could tell him that someone ruined your project and he would literally walk around the ship with you on his shoulder, asking you to point out who. Even if it was Airachnid, nah, bye Airachnid! He would not care who it was, do not ruin his pet's MASTERPIECE!

[00valentina-writes00]

I JUST REMEMBERED IT'S MY BIRTHDAY IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS (March first)

Can I get a hc or something about ambess on your birthday please?i LOVE YOUR AMBESSA

RAHHH ONE DAY LATE (but Ambessa AND Grayson)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (late, but…I tried guys, and yes I’m braking hiatus to post this)

♡♥︎ Birthday with Ambessa and Grayson ♥︎♡

….i wrote drabbles for you!!!

♡ Ambessa ♡

It was your birthday, and you couldn’t have asked for a better celebration. Ambessa, in all her fiery elegance, had planned everything with precision—something she rarely let others see. It was one of the first things you learned about her: beneath the sharp exterior and the commanding presence, Ambessa had a soft side, a side she only revealed to a select few. You, being one of those few, got to experience it all today.

The day started early, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, casting the world in soft shades of orange and pink. You’d been awoken by the sound of her voice, low and soothing, calling your name from the other side of the room. She stood in the doorway, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she held up a tray with your favorite breakfast on it: pancakes, fruit, and coffee.

“Happy birthday,” she said, her voice hushed but warm.

You smiled, sitting up in bed, your long curls tumbling over your shoulders as you stretched. Your fingers grazed the soft tray she placed in front of you.

“Ambessa… you didn’t have to do this,” you murmured, reaching for the coffee cup.

“I wanted to,” she replied, her eyes softening as she watched you take your first sip.

Ambessa never was one to do things without thinking them through. She always had a plan, whether it was strategizing in battle or crafting the perfect morning for you. As you ate, you could feel the weight of her gaze, always so intense, always so focused. But this time, it was different. This wasn’t the gaze of someone plotting or preparing for something—this was the gaze of someone who was simply enjoying your company, who wanted you to feel loved and cherished.

Once breakfast was finished, Ambessa stood, offering her hand. “There’s more. Come with me.”

Her grip was firm yet gentle, guiding you out of bed and toward the window. Outside, the city stretched before you, and the sunlight danced on the buildings. The air was crisp, a perfect spring morning. Ambessa’s plan was clear now: she had made sure this day would feel like a celebration from the start.

Your hair was still a little messy, curls not fully tamed yet, but Ambessa didn’t mind. She never minded how you looked. To her, you were beautiful no matter the state you were in. You chuckled softly as she adjusted a loose curl that had fallen over your eyes, her fingers brushing gently against your temple.

“You’re always so meticulous,” you teased.

“Someone has to keep you in line,” she smirked, her voice playful.

The day unfolded in the most charming way. Ambessa took you to a small, intimate café that overlooked the city, the two of you seated at a corner table with a clear view of the streets below. She didn’t need to do anything extravagant—no large crowds, no loud music—just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence. You had noticed, after all this time, how Ambessa never cared for the flashy displays of wealth or power that others might expect from someone of her status. What mattered to her, in these moments, was the quiet comfort of being with you.

Later, after the café, she whisked you away to a small garden tucked away behind the café. It was quiet, peaceful. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the air smelled of blooming flowers. Ambessa had arranged for a small picnic in the garden, complete with candles that flickered softly in the dimming light. You sat together on a blanket, the world quiet around you. There was no rush, no pressure, just the calm of the evening settling in.

As you sat, Ambessa leaned back, her arm casually draped over your shoulders. She smelled faintly of sandalwood and something sweet, a scent that was uniquely hers. You couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest as you settled into her side. It was simple—just the two of you, the stars beginning to dot the sky—but it felt like everything. You could hear the distant hum of the city, but here, in this moment, it felt far away. It was just you and Ambessa, and that was enough.

She took a deep breath, her fingers brushing against your hair. “You know,” she started, her voice low, “when I first met you, I never thought I’d find someone who made everything feel… softer. Everything was always about control, about power, about winning. But you… you make me want to just stop, breathe, and enjoy the simple things.”

You looked up at her, your heart swelling at her words. “Ambessa… you’re making me blush.”

“Good.” She smirked, her fingers gently tugging at a loose curl that fell over your shoulder. “You deserve to feel special today.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, your curls falling around you like a soft curtain. The warmth of her body next to yours was comforting, and you could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong, beneath the fabric of her clothes. It felt like everything had slowed down, the world fading into the background as you simply existed together.

Later, she presented you with a small, carefully wrapped gift. The box was delicate, the wrapping paper pristine. “I thought this might suit you,” she said, her voice a little quieter now, more serious.

You carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a beautiful necklace—simple, with a small pendant in the shape of a crescent moon. You gasped.

“It’s beautiful… Ambessa, I love it,” you said, your eyes wide. “Thank you.”

Her eyes softened as she watched you. “I wanted something to remind you that no matter what happens, I’m always with you. You’re never alone, not with me.”

You smiled up at her, your eyes sparkling in the dimming light. “I don’t think I could ever be lonely when you’re around.”

She chuckled, a deep, rich sound. “Good. That’s how I like it.”

As the night drew on, the two of you stayed in the garden, talking and laughing, sharing stories, and simply enjoying the time you had together. It was everything you had wanted—no grand gestures, no overwhelming celebrations—just a quiet, intimate birthday spent with the woman who made you feel truly seen and cherished.

When the time came to leave, Ambessa stood and offered her hand to you once more. “Shall we go home?” she asked.

You nodded, taking her hand. As you walked back to her private quarters, you couldn’t help but feel content—like this moment, this day, had been perfect.

Ambessa, ever the fierce protector, had found a way to soften her edges just for you. And in return, you had found someone who would never let you go.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered as you reached the door.

You smiled, brushing a stray curl out of your face. “Thank you, Ambessa. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make sure every one is just as good”.

♡ Grayson ♡

Grayson stood in the kitchen, a faint smile playing on her lips as she glanced at the clock. The evening was approaching, and she had spent the entire afternoon preparing for tonight—your birthday. She knew better than anyone that you didn’t need grand gestures or elaborate plans; what mattered was the thought behind it all, and she wanted to give you something truly special.

She had picked out your favorite cake—vanilla with strawberry frosting—and set it on the table, carefully decorated with candles that she’d lit only moments before. The living room was dimly lit, soft string lights twinkling above, casting a cozy glow throughout the room. A movie had already been queued up on the projector, one of those comfort films you both enjoyed watching on lazy nights.

You weren’t home yet, but Grayson had made sure everything was perfect. She wanted tonight to feel intimate—just the two of you, no distractions, no stress.

When the door finally opened, her heart skipped a beat. You stood there, a little tired from the day but smiling nonetheless. Your long hair was a bit messy, and your eyes lit up when they landed on her, the warmth in your gaze making her chest tighten with affection.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Grayson said softly, walking over to you. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. You smelled like your favorite perfume, and for a moment, Grayson just stood there, holding you. She felt the quiet comfort of being home with you, the weight of her armor and responsibilities falling away. This was her sanctuary—being with you.

You pulled back slightly, giving her a playful look. “What’s all this?” you asked, motioning toward the setup in the living room.

“It’s a surprise,” Grayson replied, her voice filled with affection. “I know you don’t like big celebrations, so I thought we could have a quiet night together.”

Her fingers gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, and you smiled softly, your heart fluttering at the way she always knew exactly what you needed.

You followed her into the living room, where the atmosphere was serene, just as you liked it. Grayson poured you both a glass of wine, handing you one as you settled on the couch, the flickering light from the projector casting shadows around the room. The film was one you both loved—one of those nostalgic, feel-good movies that always made you laugh.

For a moment, you both just watched in comfortable silence, sipping wine and laughing at the movie’s silly moments. Grayson kept glancing over at you, her eyes softening every time they landed on your face. You were her world, and the joy of seeing you so content on your birthday made her heart swell.

After a while, Grayson turned to you, her voice quieter now. “I have something for you.”

You looked at her, surprised. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Grayson.”

“I wanted to,” she said, smiling with that gentle warmth you adored. She stood and walked over to the small table she’d set up, picking up a small, elegantly wrapped gift. She handed it to you, her hands lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you unwrapped the gift. Inside was a delicate necklace—a simple gold chain with a small, heart-shaped pendant. The heart was etched with intricate designs, a subtle nod to the mark of a protector that Grayson had earned over the years.

“Grayson, it’s beautiful,” you whispered, running your fingers over the pendant.

She sat beside you again, her gaze soft and earnest. “I thought it would be something you could wear always. Something to remind you that no matter where I am, I’m with you. Always.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. You leaned over and kissed her, gentle but full of love. “I love it,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

Grayson smiled, her hand reaching up to gently wipe a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re everything to me.”

After a moment, Grayson gestured toward the cake sitting on the table. “Now, how about we cut the cake?” she asked, her voice teasing, though there was a warmth in it.

You nodded eagerly. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Grayson stood, and with a playful flourish, she cut the first slice and handed it to you. You both laughed as you dug into the cake, savoring the sweetness and the fact that you were able to enjoy such simple, beautiful moments together.

As the night went on, you watched the movie, ate the cake, drank the wine, and simply enjoyed the quiet rhythm of being with each other. There were no grand speeches, no huge surprises—just love, shared in the most perfect, effortless way.

Grayson eventually turned to you, her voice soft but sure. “Happy birthday, my heart. I’m so grateful for you.”

You smiled at her, feeling the weight of her words in the depth of her eyes. “And I’m grateful for you. Every day.”

With that, you snuggled into her side, and she wrapped her arm around you, holding you close. The rest of the world fell away, and all that mattered was this—this moment, this love.

As the movie ended and the night stretched on, Grayson kissed the top of your head, her hand brushing through your hair. She had given you everything she had—her time, her love, and her heart—and it was more than enough.

It was perfect.

[daylighted]

I need more baby!reader Dean , I adore everything you write 😭

i think... it's about time... i give u guys what u want ( dean flirting with baby )

sam had his hands full with lore clinging to him, just as dean had intended for things to go. see, that was the only reason he'd entertained your bizarre wish of turning his dad's journal into a girl at all. not that he'd admit it to himself or anything, but it was true. sam occupied meant that there were no witnesses to the fact that, very quickly, his entire resolve was crumbling away due to all of the chipping you'd done at it.

you! this girl that was yes, once his car, but now was this full-fledged human being. you, who liked to be pressed entirely to the window as he drove, taking in every sight with your nose against the glass. you, who held a hand over your heart every time you got anxious, and then proceeded to tear him apart in one sentence because of that anxiety. and you, who cried your eyes out after you said something you thought was too mean.

dean was screwed — but he was thinking of it less like a bad thing now and more like something that could, possibly, potentially, be good for him? this was just as new to him as it was to you, considering he'd never had someone be so utterly devoted to him like you were.

you were brushing your teeth at the sink, humming a song to yourself in the process. he loved showing you music. each song became your new favorite. dean didn't know, really, if you liked them because he showed them to you, or you genuinely liked them, and honestly? didn't care. he was never going to deny the fact that, no matter what it was, you were too damn cute, humming along to whatever metallica song came on next in his (absolutely not specially curated) cd collection.

"c'mon, baby, i don't have all day," he grumbles, tapping the tv remote against his thigh to the beat of the song you hummed to. "you said you wanted to watch..."

he trails off, because he knows you really well by now, and knows you'll fill in the blank. which you do, excitedly spitting out the foamy toothpaste in your mouth and all but leaping onto the bed next to him. "the witcher!" you were a little unbearable after learning that you came to existence because of a witch. dean in all of his whipped glory, thought it was as endearing as ever. "put it on! now!"

"i'm tryin'," he laughs, holding the remote over your head as he scrolls through the options on netflix. "hard to focus when you're bouncin' around over there." goddamn, was it. "sit still, will ya?"

all it takes is one ask for you to, expectedly. unexpectedly, you've decided to settle right on his lap. dean was well aware of how snuggly you got at nighttime, but this was a new level to it. he is suddenly extremely focused on the tv screen, and definitely not on your bare legs wrapped around his, or your head nuzzled into his chest. or anything in between. please, god, don't let him focus on anything in between.

"did you know i love you?" his heart skips a beat every time you say it, even though dean is well aware of how you mean it. not like the way he wishes you would, but somehow somewhere in between what he wants and something platonic. the only type of love that you knew was this, and he didn't want to do anything to selfishly divulge you away from your feelings, however convoluted and confusing they were.

dean nods, his free hand coming up to trail his fingers through your hair. "i know." and dean did. you made sure to tell him once a day, which was another new thing for him. "love you too, angel."

he feels the scowl before you even voice your complaints. you were baby. he should call you baby. but something about the phrase, love you too, baby felt entirely too real and serious, and you could handle it, but he couldn't. not like this.

"there you go," you say, and instantly, dean's mouth tilts up in a smile, "trying to name me again."

your head lifts to meet his eyes, and he watches as the scrunchy irritation to your face melts into a warm smile. you always smiled when he did. you were a girl full of so much love, it just spilled out of every place it could. "it's called a nickname," he says, not for the first time, either. very common occurrence because dean cannot for the life of him stop calling you pretty names, "you can call me nicknames too, you know."

"no." you scoot up in his lap, and he has the willpower and strength of a fucking god, because he does not, in fact, whimper like he could have. could have! but didn't. you really should not fucking do that, but you don't know any better. he has to remind himself that you don't know that you sitting in his lap and gliding against him is enough to set his soul on fire.

dean raises an eyebrow up at you as you resettle on his stomach, your knees under his armpits. he sets the remote aside, his hands going to your waist to steady you. to steady you, he tells himself, even though you've never looked more secure in your life. "no? don't even want to try one?"

"you're dean, and i'm baby. that's just how it is and has been." you lean down quickly, and dean actually gasps, stuttering on his breath in his throat, thinking you're going to kiss him. he deflates when instead, you press your forehead to his, nose-to-nose. you don't know better. it's a constant mantra in his head. "you can't go changing it up now."

"you could call me baby."

your minty breath fans across his face, your eyes trailing over every inch of his face. you always look at dean so reverently. no one has ever looked at him the way you do, like there's nothing broken and nothing to fix, just beauty in every crevice.

"i don't want to." the honesty makes him grin, shaking his head in his amusement.

your hands come up to hold his face in between them, your palms flat on his cheeks, the scratch of his late-night stubble tickling against delicate skin of your hands. he knows it tickles, just by how you start to giggle. god help him. "i could call you angel. or sweetheart. or darlin'. i could call you babygirl."

something shifts in your eyes. it's subtle, barely noticeable, but you've got your face against his and he can see everything from here. he traces his fingertips along your ribcage through your shirt — his shirt, actually, but it'd taken up permanent residence on you. "no."

"no?" he echoes again, his head tilting to the side. your grip on his face tilts it right back, and dean can't help but laugh heartily. "don't tell me my pretty baby hates bein' called babygirl."

"stop it." you're blushing. your skin is warm beneath his hands, and all he wants is to reach under your shirt and feel it properly. a reminder to himself that you were real, and not some hyper-realistic delusion he'd been having for weeks.

it's all too easy to tip his chin up, so close to kissing you that his mouth opens and he feels the brush of your lips against his like electricity. "why? you're baby, and you're a girl. what's wrong with that?"

dean hadn't ever riled you up before. sure, he'd pissed you off, he'd endured plenty of verbal lashings from your sharp tongue, but this was new. this was the first indication that you loved him like he wanted you to love him.

"not funny."

"very funny, baby," and then suddenly, it's just as unfunny as you said, because your eyes fall to his mouth, and now he's a bit frozen in place. he bunches up the sides of your shirt beneath his fingers so it's raised enough for him to slip his fingers beneath, the warmth of your skin against his sending shivers down his spine.

you're going to kiss him, he thinks. you won't know what it means, and you definitely aren't going to know what you're doing, but he's already prepared for that. he'll guide you. he'll show you everything, actually, as long as you let him.

it's barely a proper touch of your mouth to his, but it's electric. he leans up to chase more of it, to seal the words into your mouth—

the hotel room door clicks as the lock releases, and dean stutters back with a jolt, his head knocking against the headboard. you turn your head to the door, not even bothering to move even though you really, really should, dean's a fucking wreck and you almost kissed him and—

"oh, come on, dean." sam's irritation is visible when he meets his brother's eyes, shrugging off the coat he was wearing.

dean lifts his shoulders in an exasperated shrug. "we are witching the witcher, sammy."

lore points at the tv screen. "you are not watching anything. you are queued up to watch cocomelon."

dean stretches his neck to look over your shoulder, and his expression flattens. he was fine with lore, he didn't have any qualms against her existence, but he was beginning to regret letting you swindle into creating her.

dean doesn't know if he's thankful or not when you climb off of his lap and go over to lore, already babbling about... god, what did you two even talk about? every time he tried to focus on the two of you together, he instead just zeroed in on you, and everything else went blank.

everything was still blank now. he watches your eyes light up with the weight of your joy, and he can't help but wonder if it meant anything at all, or if it was just a moment that you two had, and nothing more.

once again, all dean could do was hope it was something more.

notes. how many times will dahlia change her format for baby!reader: the people may never know. this came out sm longer than expected PLSSSS I JUST LOVE BABY & DEAN OKAY !!!

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[crimsonender]

A small but important announcement/update

Hi guys. As you may have known about three months ago I got into a public argument with Youtuber and music creator Patricia Taxxon. It was messy and angry and there was a lot of interpersonal conflict and issues involved. I made two videos relating to this because I believed that Taxxon posed an active threat to vulnerable people.

My feelings, right now, are a lot more complicated. I have in hindsight, developed some nuance regarding the situation. I am not renouncing Jules Hyde, or his feelings regarding their interpersonal conflict. But, I think that is largely none of my business and did not warrant making a video that amounted to a a massive callout.

I do not think it was the right thing to do. This goes beyond what happened between myself and Orchard, someone who I approached as a critic that was examining her creative works and has proven over and over again to be callous, using thought-stopping techniques and regressive tactics to control her fans, beyond just having skeletons in her closet. Those skeletons are not what drew me to Orchard nor why I criticized her to begin with.

Taking this argument off of Tumblr and onto Youtube was my biggest mistake in all of this. However, this goes beyond that.

I tend to afford people a lot of grace, at least when they're my friends. I have afforded absolutely none of that grace to Taxxon.

I would also like to acknowledge, of the troubling actions she has taken, all of these happened when she was very young. A person I would still consider a kid. That doesn't mean those actions were okay, but it does mean she should be given a chance to heal and grow and hope that she will never do something like that again. To my knowledge there is no proof of any tangible wrongdoings since she was young, or at least, none of the contentious nature in which I discussed on my video.

I do not agree with many of Taxxon's opinions. I continue to maintain that you should have strict boundaries with anyone you meet on the internet, including your favourite Youtubers and Artists. I think some of the things she has said in the past and the present disturb and make me uncomfortable. I have been asking myself "does this warrant a Youtube stream calling her out and the fuss I kicked up?"

The answer I keep coming back to is "no." Being uncomfortable is not the same as being hurt. I don't have to like what she said. I can even argue against that rhetoric and idea. That is the nature of the internet. But what I did and what I attempted are far too close to "predator hunting" for me to continue to let it stand.

I have spoken to several people that were involved in my side of things and have alluded to these things to them in private. But for pretty much everyone this is the first time I am revealing this: I reached out to Taxxon for a private conversation, over Bluesky. (She has me blocked on tumblr, so this could be considered block evading.) She did not ask me to do this nor alluded that she wanted to do this. No one told me to do this. She is aware that I am making this post and I have discussed with her what actions will be taken in the future. I will not show you these messages, not in private, nor in public. If Taxxon chooses to do this, that is her choice and I respect it. I will trust that she won't take me out of context and will present my communication honestly. She has no reason not to. Please keep in mind this situation is still in development.

A few questions I anticipate people asking:

What now? Well, I have unlisted the original stream. The document I used for notes and screenshots will have two changes: I will be altering the text colours and background to be more readable, but will change none of the contents, besides this second change: A note at the top detailing my current stance, along with a link to this post. I will likely be unlisting or potentially privating the second stream I did, or cutting the section covering Taxxon out entirely. My decisions regarding the second video are mixed. The actions I take following all of this have not been strictly ironed out and are currently in development.

So are you and Jules not talking now? No. I also spoke to Jules about much of this. I don't really agree with or like how Taxxon treated Jules but again, this stemmed as a conflict between friends. I also think it is well within Jules right to want to distance himself and his film from Taxxon. I also understand where she's coming from. Largely I think the festival fee issue comes from a misunderstanding and breakdown of communication, and from Taxxon and Jules viewing the project and festival in very different ways from one another.

So do you think Taxxon is innocent? It really doesn't matter what I think. The testimony I heard was from an event that happened back when Taxxon was a kid. To my knowledge, there are no other proven real "victims" of Taxxon. I think she should learn better boundaries and start age gating some of her hornier videos but I don't think that constitutes as ontologically evil in the way I was presenting her.

What about [x person who has been criticizing Taxxon that you have shown to have a friendly relationship with]? I think we all need to chill out a little about the pred hunting shit. I think some of the opinions that have filtered into much of the critcism border on transphobic and are things I would never agree with. I don't think it's constructive and its just getting everyone worked up, to the point we see things that aren't there and recognize patterns that don't really weave together into anything. I can't tell anyone what to do. I can teach, to a general audience, what good boundaries and internet etiquette looks like. I can demonstrate the importance of admitting when you were wrong or made a mistake. I cannot force anyone to do anything. I understand for some of my cohorts and audience that this may be a dealbreaker. I'm sorry I disappointed you. But I am more sorry for allowing my paranoia that made me frame Taxxon not as a person but as a Monster.

I will not be posting about Taxxon and her activities or opinions going forward. I ask that anyone in my Discord and other communities to do the same and not to ask me about her either. What happened here may be part of a larger conversation I will have going forward but for the forseeable future, I will be keeping Taxxon's name out of my mouth.

And finally, to address the trans stuff:

The capacity for someone to perpetuate harm, and the capacity for them to benefit from that harm are not necessarily congruent with one another.

Myself and Patricia are both trans. There are stereotypes about trans men and trans women created by cis people that hurt both of us. The only people that truly benefit from that are cis people. I fell for those stereotypes and perpetuated them in a way that caused Taxxon harm. Trans women are not inherently dangerous just because they have unconventional interests and to not give them the same grace as every other group is transphobic. Taxxon also perpetuated stereotypes about me created by cis people that caused me harm. Trans men deserve empathy and understanding and shutting them out of conversations that affect their ability to live is transphobic. Us hurting each other even if, largely, it was at the hands of our respective audiences, is not constructive. It benefits neither of us. It hurts us and it hurts the community at large.

I hope that Taxxon finds the space to heal and grow. She deserves the grace to have messy relationships and explore things as she figures herself out and finds her place in the world as a young person, without the internet breathing down her neck and demanding her to be held accountable every time she scratches her ass the wrong way. (EDIT: I mean to say, people are criticizing her reactions to movie trailers with the same weight as her contentious behaviour.) I'm sorry for making a mess of things. I'm sorry that I asked Patricia to be the perfect minority. I do not demand nor do I expect forgiveness but it is important to me that my audience understands my position going forward.

I will not be covering this kind of thing in the future. In the past 48 hours two people unconnected to my YT channel recognized me in unrelated spaces. I have to contend with the fact that as I grow as a creator, my words carry more weight. They can damage people in a way that an unknown can't. I don't get the benefit of shouting into the void as I once did. I will go forward interacting with other creators first and foremost as a coworker and a critic, not as a watchdog. Never again. No good can come of it.

Thank you for reading, and feel free to ask me questions in the replies of this post.

EDIT: I've gotten a lot of mixed responses to this post. Please understand that this is not my complete thoughts and I'm still working to present you with something that will hopefully, for all parties, be a more satisfactory end to this. This was an initial break of tension and an announcement that I am currently at this time formulating my thoughts into something cohesive and presentable. Not on the exact time table that I initially planned to start talking about this, but as I said, there is more to come. Thank you for your patience.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Besotted 6

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes (silverfox)

Note: I haven't been feeling the greatest.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Bucky isn't done. He slides his hand under you and lifts your ass. He curls your back as he bends once more, dragging his nose along your cunt before spreading his tongue wide to taste you. Tendrils wrap around you, icy but hot, and you tangle your fingers in his hair as you urge him on. 

It's so much better with someone else. Better when they know what they're doing. The few times you let a guy put his hand down your pants, you got scratched or left wanting. 

He buries his fingers even deeper. You squeal and twitch. You cum again, feeling how it smears across his beard. That thought alone sends another thrill through you. 

You moan and push your head back into the cushion. Your throbbing. Your walls squeeze his fingers as he lets you drop back down. He reaches up to grope your chest, humming into you. 

"Please, Bucky," you sigh, "I need you." 

"Mmm, doll," he snarls against you. 

"Now," you squeak, "I need you now." 

His breath plums across your thighs and he lifts himself slowly. His eyes are smoky and his cheek twitches. He looks feral and as he shifts on his knees. He falls over you, catching himself on his hands. He snarls and hovers above you. 

His dick rests against your cunt. He rocks his hips and hisses. You writhe and spread your hands across his pecs. You bite your lip and moan. 

"Bucky," you wisp. 

He chuckles and keeps on. He teases you as he glides between your lips. You curl your fingers and whine. 

You reach down and grab him. You gasp at how thick he is in your hand. You purr and press him against you. He growls. 

"Doll, I didn't say you could do that." 

He keeps himself up on one arm and snatches away your hand, pinning it above your head. He rubs against you, a steady tempo stirring your nerves so you spasm again. You whimper and hook your arm under his, clinging onto his bicep. 

"Please, Bucky," you beg. "I've been-- I've been dreaming so long... I need you inside of me." 

It's his turn to whimper. He shudders as he blinks, his eyes rolling back. They refocus as he grits his teeth. His nostrils flair and he shakes off the shiver. 

"Doll, you don't know what you're doing." 

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I want you to fuck me," you lift your head until your nose almost touches his. "Deep." 

He grunts and pushes you back down. You bounce and giggle. He snakes his arm down to grab himself and your drag your fingertips up his chest. He trembles again as he guides himself along your cunt. 

He holds the breath in as he he prods at your entrance. Your brows rise as you ready yourself. He leans into you slowly. As you open around him, that dull pain returns. You don't care. You need him so bad. 

You tilt to take him as he dips in, inch after inch. You bring your hand up behind his neck and pull him down. You smother him with your lips, drowning out your cries as he sinks into you. You hook your legs around his thighs and take more of him, your back wracking at the strain in your muscles. His tongue invades your mouth and you groan hungrily. 

He pulls away as he bottoms out. You gasp and turn your head, your eyes glossed with tears. You blow out a cautious breath as you adjust to him. Or try. 

"Doll," he frames your chin and makes you look at him. "You okay?" 

"I'm great," you play with his hair, "come on and fuck me, big boy." 

He jerks suddenly and you yelp, "boy?" He sneers. 

You moan and move your hips in time with him, searching for the best angle. He pushes on something, something wonderfully electric. You squeeze him between your thighs. 

"Oh, right there, Bucky," you goad. 

"There?" He thrusts again. 

"Mhmmm," you nibble on your lip. 

"Yeah, like that?" He snaps his hips. 

You nod wildly and puff through your nose. He does it again and again and again, until your droning like an animal. He snickers as he scoops his hand under you. 

He brings you up with him as he sits on his heels. He slides deeper into you as you straddle him and his hand falls to your hip. He leads your motion as he buries his face in your neck. He nips and teases, grunting and huffing as he does. 

You cling onto his shoulder and roll your hips, whining and wailing as the pressure pulses inside of you.

"Yes, yes, yes," you heave, "I'm almost there." 

Your chest bounces and hits him in the face. He grows and catches your tits, quickly guiding your nipple to his mouth. He kneads and sucks as he pumps into you from below. You squeal and shake in a raucous orgasm that radiates from toes to scalp. 

"Oh, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky," you can't stop from chanting. "I'm... I'm there. Oh--" 

He teethes your nipple and drags his mouth up your chest. He levels his mouth with yours and nuzzles your nose. He chuckles, "I'm not." He shifts and pulls his legs out from beneath him and reclines back against the arm rest. "Not even fucking close." 

He scoops up your tits and fondles them as you slow, panting and overstimulated. 

"I didn't say stop, doll," he tweaks your nipple. 

"Bucky, I--" 

"This is want you wanted," he continues to play with your chest. "So fuck me." 

You squeak and shiver. You bat your lashes. You might be dizzy and raw already but his command fills you with a heat you can't resist. You bring your hands to your stomach and tilts your hips.

You find your rhythm easily as he slips in and out of your wet cunt. You slam down as the wet noises intermingle with the clapping of flesh. You moan and murmur, his name between senseless gurgles and pleas for more more more. 

You cum again and stop, shaking on his dick. He tuts and drops a hand to slap the top of your ass. "Keep going, doll." 

"Bucky..." 

"What did I say?" 

You press your lips tight and start again. His trails his hand around and pushes his thumb to your clit. Your eyes roll into your skull and you nearly shriek. Another thunderous orgasm falls down on you. Is this how good it is? You're almost angry that it took so long. 

"Oh, Bucky, you're so good, you're so good--" 

"Ah, you said I was perfect, baby," he growls. 

"P-p-perfect!" You yelp. "Yes, so perfect for me. You fit me perfect--" 

He grunts and slaps your tit, digging his nails in. 

"Now, don't go saying all that or I'm gonna blow," he grits. 

"You are so perfect. You fill me up," you sputter into a fit of squeaks and squawks. You grasp his hand on your chest and the other on your cunt as you climax. "Ye-ye-yeeeeeaaaahhhhh." 

"I fill you up, huh? I think I do more than that," he puffs, "think I'm stretching out that tight little pussy." 

"Yes, yes," you nod and hang your head, your hips moving without thinking. 

"Training that pretty little cunt to take me, huh?" He chokes and brings his fist to his mouth. "Shit, shit, shit--" 

You feel the tension in his wrist. You roll your hips faster, until your thighs burn and your back aches. You don't stop, not until he's begging. 

"Doll, doll-- goddamn," he quakes and clutches onto the armrest behind him. "Shit, you already-- you got me--" He closes his eyes as you slow, staying on him as you stop completely. You tickle his stomach and he twitches. His eyes pop open. "I didn't wanna cum yet."  

You giggle and make a dramatic O with your lips. 

"Oh, don't you think that means I'm done," he sits up and grabs you by the back of the neck, pushing his forehead against yours. "We got all night." 

👙

You tap Bucky's shoulder. You're groggy and stiff and sore. You don't want to get up but you need to. You grasp him tighter and shake. He snorts and grumbles, "sleeping." 

"Bucky, please, I gotta pee," you hiss and squirm. 

"Mmm, but you're so warm," he groans. 

You never imagined this man being so... soft. You shake him, "please." 

"Hmph, since you asked nicely," he mutters and pushes himself up. He leans against the back of the couch and sets his feet on the floor. He rolls his neck and it cracks loudly. 

You hop up and hurry across the room, then stop short. 

"Down the hall to the right," he chuckles. 

You rush off and don't even close the door as you sit down in a fervour. The release is almost orgasmic. You bend over your lap as you let it all go. 

You cradle your head and take a breath. A smile slowly breaks out over your face. You did it! You got fucked. No more virginity. 

You finish up and wash your hands. You beam at your reflection. You pauses as you check out your chest. You bounce it and giggle. You actually are hot. 

You turn and drop your arms. You step into the hall, almost floating on your toes. As you come out to the front room, Bucky sits up, your bag and phone in his hands. 

"These were still on the floor," he laughs and puts them on the coffee table. "Figured you wouldn't wanna trip over them." 

"Right, uh," you look around at the mess of your clothes. The air thickens with an awkward tension. It's all over. "That was fun, wasn't it?" 

"Fun, doll?" He squints, "amazing." 

"Well, yeah, that much is obvious." 

"So, uh..." he begins. 

"It's late," you near and bend to gather up your clothes, "think I've already overstayed--" 

He smacks your ass, "overstayed? Baby, come on, we got time." 

"Well, Bucky, you know... I don't want to... take advantage--" 

"Take advantage?" He tears the clothes from your hands and tosses them. He grabs your hips and turns you to face him. "Go on and do that." 

He pulls you closer and you giggle, grasping his wrists. 

"Bucky." 

"You keep saying my name." he growls and his dick twitches. He's already halfway there. "Picked these up too." He reaches over and lifts up the strip of condoms, "seems a waste..." 

"Oh?" You grin as all thoughts of leaving flit away. "Well, I guess we could... use a few more." 

"Come here," he stands, "I got an idea." 

"An idea?" 

"Sure, doll," he leads you to the wall, "put your hands up."  

He taps the plaster. You put your palms on it as he stays behind you. You hear a wrapper tear. 

"You ever fuck standing up?" He asks and sighs. 

"Well..." you shrug, "no." You peer around, "that was my first time." 

He touches your hip and winces, "first time?" 

"First times..." you correct him with a laugh. "How many would you say?" 

He's quite. He tickles your side, "girl." 

"Bucky," you crane to see him. "It's okay. I wanted to do it." 

"Yeah, doll, but... you shoulda told me. I coulda made it special," he rasps. 

"It was special. It was amazing." You assure him, "come on, let's not take the fun out of it." 

He hums. He looks at you and nods. He grabs your hips and pulls your feet back. "You're right, let's have fun." 

He slips his hand down the front of your pelvis as he steps closer. He plays with your clit as he rubs his dick between your cheeks. He bends and pushes his tip down to your cunt. He eases into you as he continues to toy with your bud. 

"That alright?" He asks as he delves into you. 

"Bucky, please, just fuck me," you insist. "Pull my hair." 

He exhales. He thrusts to his limit and you moan. He keeps his hand on your cunt, rolling his middle finger around your clit, and traces along your arm. He clutches your hair and tilts his hips. He rocks into you and your voice swirls in the air. You reach back and pet his side. 

"Yes, Bucky, that's it." 

He snaps his hips and tugs your hair harder, jerking your head back so you're forced to arch your back. You giggle and stick your tongue out. 

"You wanna break my back," you taunt. 

He bucks again, this time harder. The force brings you to your toes. You whine and squeeze his side. He puffs and grunts as your arm buckles. You push back into him as your walls thrum. 

"Oh, you're going to make me cum," you quaver. 

"Mm, baby," he purrs. "Go on and cum." 

You quake and let it go. You cum and brush the back of his hand as he tickles your clit. Your thighs shake and you bite down into your lip. 

"That's it, doll. You cum when I say so," he snarls. "Cause you're mine. All mine." He yanks your hair again and leans into you. Your arm collapses and he quickly pins you to the wall. Your cheek presses to the paint and he growls. "Mine," he grits, "mine, mine..." he chants the word as he ruts into you.

You close your eyes and drone with pleasure. Fuck, it's so good. You can't wait for Angelique to eat her words. His dick definitely works. 

[airandyeah]

Animals (Alpha!Sukuna X Alpha!Toji X Omega!Reader) Pt.4

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Warnings: Obvious A/B/O dynamics, suggestive comments or actions, just generally Minors DNI-just in case. This will be similar to Pink Pony Club and Sins, where I just mark every chapter as 18+ This also has the general warning of Toji and Sukuna both honestly being menaces.

The screen flickered as the call connected, and before you could even greet anyone properly, your mother’s voice rang out—sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.

“Are you eating well?”

You sighed, already regretting answering. Should’ve let it go to voicemail.

“Hi, Mom,” you deadpanned, but she wasn’t having it.

“Don’t ‘Hi, Mom’ me. Have you been eating properly? You looked thin the last time we saw you.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting on the couch. “I eat fine.”

“And exercising?” she pressed, narrowing her eyes through the screen.

You groaned. “Yes.” A lie. You’d barely been moving from your couch unless absolutely necessary.

Your father was in the background, half-listening, half-distracted, while your three brothers lounged around like oversized wolves, occasionally throwing glances at the screen.

Then, the question you knew was coming.

“So,” your mother drawled, eyes gleaming. “Any boys caught your eye?”

Your entire body stiffened. Nope. Absolutely not. Not doing this.

“No,” you said firmly.

Your brothers perked up immediately. “No one?” the eldest asked, skeptical.

“No,” you repeated, more agitated.

Your mother hummed. “Not even a little?”

Flashes of muscle and smirks crossed your mind—Sukuna’s sharp teeth, Toji’s lazy, knowing grin, their irritatingly smug confidence—

NO.

“No,” you bit out again, too fast, too defensive.

Your brothers definitely noticed.

“Ohhh, shit,” one of them muttered, grinning.

“There is someone,” another accused, leaning in.

“No, there isn’t,” you snapped.

But your mother was already smirking, far too pleased. “Well, you are at that age. If someone has caught your eye, you should bring them home. They’ll need to be evaluated.”

Evaluated. Like a damn threat assessment.

You scowled. “I said there’s no one.”

Your father, silent until now, finally sighed. “Leave her alone,” he muttered, barely looking up from whatever he was doing.

But the damage was done. Your mother knew you were hiding something. And worse? So did your brothers.

If they found out about Toji and Sukuna? You were never going to hear the end of it.

The call had finally settled into something normal—or at least as normal as it ever got with your family. Your mother had moved on from interrogating your love life (thank god), now talking about some new fitness routine she wanted you to try.

Your father chimed in occasionally, offering quiet grunts of agreement, while your brothers bickered in the background over some ridiculous bet. It was comfortable.

Buzz.

Until your phone started vibrating.

You ignored it at first, assuming it was some random notification. But then—

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

A rapid string of messages lit up the screen, the vibrations rattling against the table.

You glanced at it, frowning.

Toji: Hey. Toji: Did you eat yet? Toji: Answer, brat.

Then—

Sukuna: Oi. You alive? Sukuna: Answer before we show up at your door.

You clenched your jaw, glancing at the laptop screen where your mother was still talking.

Another message.

Sukuna: Maybe we should’ve kept you in town, huh? You get lonely out there?

You glared at your phone.

“What’s with that face?” one of your brothers asked, smirking.

“Nothing,” you muttered, flipping the device over.

Your mother narrowed her eyes. “Who’s texting you?”

Your shoulders tensed. “No one.”

A beat of silence.

Then your eldest brother—the worst of them—grinned. “It’s a guy.”

Your mother’s eyes lit up. “Oh? So you do have someone.”

“No, I don’t,” you shot back.

Buzz.

You were going to kill them.

Your brothers started laughing, already sensing blood in the water.

Your mother smirked. “Well, now I have to know. Who is he?”

“No one.”

Your laptop screen was filled with their amused faces, but all you could focus on was your phone��still lighting up with messages from the two Alphas who refused to leave you alone.

You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to ignore the persistent buzzing of your phone as your family continued their interrogation. Every second felt like a warzone, with your brothers circling like vultures, trying to pull out the most embarrassing details about your nonexistent love life.

You kept your face neutral, answering only when necessary. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your family—it was just that you could already tell what was coming. They never stopped.

You gritted your teeth, trying to tune out the incessant buzzing from your phone as your family continued their usual questioning. Your brothers were relentless, teasing you about every little thing, while your mother turned her attention to your eating habits—as if you were still a teenager.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The vibrations from your phone rattled the table, but you resisted the urge to check it. You didn’t want to deal with it right now.

The call was live, your laptop screen filled with the faces of your family, each one pushing for more details about your nonexistent love life. It had been a long day, and your patience was wearing thin.

Then, through the chatter and your mother’s never-ending advice about how you needed to eat better and exercise more, the faint, familiar crunch of gravel echoed through your window. The sound of doors slamming followed, and your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t have to look to know exactly who it was.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You froze.

It was the unmistakable sound of the two of them. Toji and Sukuna.

“Who’s at the door?” your mother asked, squinting at the screen in confusion.

You didn’t answer right away. No, not now, you thought, panic rising in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to deal with them while you were on a video call with your family.

Another knock.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your heart pounded. You glanced at the screen—your family was still oblivious, completely unaware of the storm at your door. They didn’t feel the sudden shift in the air, the way you could.

You sighed, defeated, and stood up, walking towards the door as you muttered under your breath. Your family’s voices faded into the background as you made your way toward the door, trying to steady your nerves.

You opened it, and there they were—standing on your doorstep like they owned the place.

Toji grinned, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, looking every bit the smug bastard he was. Sukuna stood beside him, arms crossed, his smirk somehow even more insufferable.

Both of them looked like trouble.

“Hey, brat,” Toji greeted you, his tone a lazy drawl as he looked you up and down.

Sukuna, always the one to push things further, took a step forward, his voice almost too casual. “What’s up?”

Your heart sank as you realized your family was still watching. They hadn’t noticed the shift in your demeanor or your tension, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

“What are you doing here?” you hissed, trying your best to keep your voice steady, though your frustration was clear.

Toji’s grin only widened. “You weren't responding. Figured we’d swing by.”

Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your laptop, where your family’s faces were still visible on the screen, their expressions starting to shift from curiosity to suspicion. “It’s not every day we get to meet the family,” he added, eyes glinting with amusement.

You shot him a death glare, desperate to shut this down before it spiraled further. But of course, it was already too late. The damage had been done.

They were here. And your family had seen them.

Your mother, ever the sharp one, raised an eyebrow through the screen. “Well, well, well,” she said, her voice teasing. “Looks like we have some guests, huh?”

Toji’s grin never faltered, and Sukuna simply leaned back against the doorframe, his smirk growing.

You were trapped.

It was only a matter of time before your family started asking questions you didn’t want to answer.

You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you heard your mother’s voice on the other side of the screen. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both,” she said, far too cheerful, like this was some sort of normal occurrence. You could already feel your brothers’ laughter bubbling up in the background.

Your patience snapped.

You had had enough. You didn’t even hesitate.

You turned on your heel, slamming the door with all your might. The sound echoed, harsh and final.

But of course, Toji wasn’t having it.

You heard the door thud as his hand shot out, catching it before it could close all the way. You barely had time to react before he was pushing it back open, grinning like the devil himself.

“You don’t really think you can just get rid of us that easily, do you?” Toji’s voice was low, playful, but there was no mistaking the challenge in it.

Sukuna leaned in the doorway, his gaze still sharp, still as smug as ever. “We’ll leave when we’re good and ready.”

Your mouth went dry. You had just made everything worse.

Your stomach churned. You wanted to scream at them to leave, to let you have your peace. Instead, you stood there, trying not to let your irritation show too much. The last thing you needed was for them to see your weakness, your frustration.

Without asking, they made their way to the laptop on the table, both of them towering over it, staring down at the screen.

You quickly turned your attention to the video call, half-worried that your family was about to get a show they weren't prepared for. The last thing you wanted was for your mother to ask them questions or for your brothers to make some inappropriate comment.

To your surprise, though, Toji and Sukuna didn’t say anything crude. They didn’t make any obnoxious jokes or flirtatious comments like you expected. They didn’t make a scene.

Instead, both of them leaned in close to the screen, grinning like they’d won some sort of game, but their demeanor was almost… respectful.

“Hello,” Toji said, his voice smooth, with an air of warmth that almost caught you off guard. He was smiling, but it was sincere—nothing at all like his usual teasing tone. His eyes flicked to the screen as he added, “We’re Toji and Sukuna. Nice to meet you.”

Sukuna’s smile was a little more restrained, but the glint in his eye didn’t soften. He nodded politely, just enough to be courteous. “Pleasure,” he said, his voice deep and calm.

You blinked. This wasn’t what you expected.

You could almost hear your mother’s voice crack through the screen, her eyes now focused on the two men standing at your table. “Well, hello,” she said, her tone still a bit skeptical, but undeniably curious. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Y/N’s mother.”

The two men straightened up a little at the introduction, both nodding, but neither making a move to get too close to the camera. They were oddly reserved, like they knew the boundaries and were respecting them.

“Thanks for looking out for her,” Toji said casually, but there was an underlying sincerity in his voice. It caught you off guard, and you felt your shoulders tense as you looked between them, trying to keep your composure.

Sukuna’s eyes flicked to yours for a split second before he turned back to the laptop. “She’s been a pain in our ass, but we’re keeping an eye on her,” he added with a small smirk, though his voice lacked the usual taunting bite. It was more like an inside joke—something that was just between the three of you.

Your mother smiled at them, clearly not picking up on the layers of meaning in Sukuna’s words. “You two must be very close,” she commented, her tone light and friendly. “I’m glad my daughter has people like you around.”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You wanted to snap at them, to tell your family to stop, but you were caught between your growing frustration and the bizarrely polite, almost charming version of Toji and Sukuna you hadn’t seen before.

Toji’s grin returned in full force as he gave a quick nod to your mother. “Of course. She’s a stubborn one, but we’re good at dealing with stubborn people,” he said, his voice warm but still carrying that unmistakable edge of teasing.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but before you could say anything, Sukuna spoke up again, his voice softer than usual. “We’re just making sure she doesn’t get into trouble. She tends to cause it without even trying.”

You tried not to flinch at his words, but deep down, it stung. It wasn’t exactly wrong.

Your mother chuckled, clearly enjoying the conversation. She had no idea how much this conversation was grating on your nerves. “She sure does like to cause a little trouble, doesn’t she?”

You shot them both a glare, but they didn’t even flinch. They had already won this round.

The strangest thing, though, was that as much as you wanted to push them away, this version of Toji and Sukuna—the one who wasn’t pushing you, wasn’t being crude or overwhelming—felt even worse. This respectful, controlled version of them was a whole new kind of frustrating.

As the conversation continued, you silently cursed yourself. How was it that every time they showed up, you were forced to face something new—something you weren’t ready for?

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to go,” you said abruptly, not even giving them a chance to respond. You quickly clicked the ‘end call’ button on your laptop, cutting off the image of your family before they could protest.

You heard the faint buzz of their protest on the other end, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to get away from this—them. The awkward silence that followed the call seemed to stretch endlessly in your head.

When the screen finally went black, you exhaled a shaky breath, shoulders sagging in relief. You didn't want to hear your mom's nagging or deal with the endless stream of questions from your brothers. Not with them here.

But as soon as the silence settled, you realized—they hadn’t left yet.

Toji and Sukuna were still standing there, smirking, still like they owned the place. They hadn’t moved an inch since the video call ended.

You didn’t know if you should be more frustrated with your family or them.

“So,” Sukuna drawled, breaking the silence with a lazy stretch, “that was fun. Do you want us to stick around? We could’ve stayed longer.”

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, but you tried to stay calm, not wanting to lose it in front of them—again. “No. You’ve done enough. I appreciate the help, but—”

“To be fair,” Toji interrupted, his voice teasing, “you didn’t exactly look thrilled to see us show up, did you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I’m just... I’m tired.”

The last thing you wanted was to get tangled up in another one of their games.

But, damn it, you could feel the pull again—despite everything. Their presence was still so overwhelming. The way they just stood there, watching you, like they were waiting for you to fall in line. Like you were supposed to bend to whatever they wanted.

Sukuna grinned, that sly, knowing smirk creeping up again. “Yeah, I think you are tired. But, you know,” he added, glancing at Toji, “we wouldn’t mind hanging out for a bit. Make sure you're settling in.”

You could see where this was going—again.

“Look, I just need some space.” You said it firmly, stepping toward the door, hand gripping the handle. “Thank you for everything, but I’m fine now. I just need some time alone.”

Toji’s eyes flicked to Sukuna before he shrugged. “Alright, but don’t take too long,” he said, voice heavy with that damn teasing tone. “You’ll need us eventually.”

Sukuna snorted, but said nothing as he followed Toji out of the door.

You closed it behind them, the moment they were out of sight, and leaned against it, breathing in a deep breath. You didn’t know whether you were angry, embarrassed, or just utterly frustrated by the whole situation.

But the feeling that gnawed at you most was the one you couldn’t shake—the one that left your heart pounding in your chest. Even after everything, even after pushing them away, you couldn’t deny the pull they had on you.

And that made you madder than anything else. ~~~ The following days dragged on in a blur of restless waiting. You kept busy around the cabin, trying to distract yourself from the reality that you had to rely on them to fix your car. The constant tension between wanting independence and needing help felt like an endless back-and-forth, and you were starting to lose patience with the entire situation.

But then, finally, the message you’d been waiting for appeared on your phone.

“Car’s fixed. We’ll drop it off tomorrow. I’ll drive it, and Sukuna will bring the truck.”

You stared at the message from Toji, a mix of annoyance and relief bubbling inside you. At least it would be over soon. You’d have your car back, and hopefully, you wouldn’t have to deal with them for a while after that.

The next day, you tried to keep yourself occupied, but every noise outside seemed to send your mind spiraling. The quiet of the woods made the waiting feel even worse, like the world was holding its breath just as you were. You could already feel the pull of them, like gravity, reminding you that you were too close to them for comfort.

By midday, you heard the rumble of engines. You couldn’t help but glance out the window, seeing their truck pulling up to your place—Toji in the driver’s seat of your car, Sukuna at the wheel of the truck.

They stopped in front of the cabin, both of them stepping out with that same smug expression you’d grown to hate and secretly crave. You rolled your eyes, though you could feel the heat creeping up your neck despite yourself.

Toji made his way toward your front door with his usual confident stride, throwing a casual wave as he approached. Sukuna followed behind, taking his time, eyes lingering on you as usual.

“Your car’s good as new,” Toji said with that teasing grin you could never quite figure out. He leaned against your doorframe casually, his eyes raking over you, as if he knew the effect he had on you. “Ready to take it for a spin?”

You folded your arms, standing your ground. “Yeah, thanks.” You could feel the irritation bubbling beneath your cool facade. "I appreciate the help, but I don't need a babysitter."

Sukuna snorted behind you, his deep voice smooth. “Who says we’re babysitting? We’re just making sure you don’t break down on the way back into town, sweetheart.”

“Right,” you said dryly, looking over at them both. “I can handle it. But thanks for fixing it.”

Toji gave a lazy shrug, “Figured we’d make sure it was working properly. No more issues, at least not for a while.”

You hesitated, then stepped outside, locking the door behind you. The air was crisp, and the woods around you felt silent except for their voices. Toji walked to your car and opened the door like it was just another day, while Sukuna lingered by the truck, his eyes never leaving you.

You couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped a beat, but you pushed the feeling aside, telling yourself it was just the tension from being near them too long.

“Let’s go,” Toji said, tapping the roof of your car with a grin. “Sukuna’s getting impatient.”

You glanced at Sukuna, who was leaning on the truck with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. He raised an eyebrow at you as if daring you to make a move.

“Fine,” you muttered under your breath, finally walking over to your car and sliding into the driver's seat.

Toji climbed into the passenger side of your car, Sukuna following you both to the truck with an almost lazy swagger. You started the engine, and as you pulled out of the driveway, you couldn’t shake the feeling that they were still watching, still pushing you in a way that made your heart race.

The drive into town wasn’t long, but with both Toji and Sukuna by your side, the tension felt unbearable, thick enough to cut through the air between you. The thought of breaking away from them, of getting to a place where you could think clearly, was something you ached for—but they weren’t making it easy.

"How does it feel to finally get your car back?" Toji asked, his voice low, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You were starting to get used to us, huh?"

You bit back the urge to retort, but instead focused on the road ahead. The last thing you needed was to play into their teasing games.

Sukuna, ever the troublemaker, shot you a smirk. "You look like you're about to bite someone's head off. What's wrong, princess? Not enjoying the ride?"

You gritted your teeth, pretending their teasing didn’t affect you. But deep down, you knew the truth—you hated how much it did.

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[sunsbaby]

❝ when the gun meets the fire ❞

⋆ winchesters + gun .ᐟ reader + lighter .ᐟ reader . .

sam and dean hadn't thought of the possibility that cali and feu would have to meet sometime. seeing as they both resided in the bunker, albeit feu stayed caged up in her room and cali wandered around the bunker like she owned the place. her voice booming throughout the walls, demanding a coke or for dean to help her pick out a pair of boots to wear that day. to which feu let a scowl form on her face at the loudness as she whispered to her collection of lighters.

but, as soon as the two met—it was opposites attract at its finest. feu's fingers grasp onto the backs of cali's dresses while they walk around a crowded area. at a diner if someone got feu's order wrong, cali was up there in an instant.

"she asked very nicely for no pickles and you guys being the rude, disrespectful people you are gave her pickles! fix it now." cali shouted, not caring that everybody and their mother could hear. that girl had no social awareness at all. guns were loud after all. behind her stood feu, no shoes on and scraped up knees—like always—with a cheeky smile on her face.

the once lighter happily munched on her burger with no pickles as the waiter brought over more coke for cali. sam and feu openly judged the two lovebirds sat in front of them as they kissed all over each other in a public space. feus eyes went wide as her mind struggled to comprehend why anyone would enjoy sucking faces with another. she did notice how cali made dean wipe away the burger grease, did she have to do that too?

"sam, do you like doing that to girls as well?" her voice was laced with utter confusion, her brows furrowed as her greasy finger pointed to the couple in front of them kissing.

"feu, please eat your food.." sam was too embarrassed to admit anything, instead he directed her focus back onto the food in front of her; which tasted all the different from the lighter fluid she was used to being fed.

when the boys get caught up in conversation, cali and feu most likely end up zoning out. both girls tracing the marks left on their skin. cali normally only lets herself and dean touch the handprints—he was the one who left them after all—but at times she finds herself calming down more when feu's fingertips lightly dust over them: innocently of course. she was like the little sister the gun never got to have.

cali and feu regularly have sleepovers, that's how cali figured out she could talk to guns. she enjoyed watching feu in her element, allowing her to be herself even in the presence of another; her. feu snuck off once to steal deans other guns so cali could talk some sense into them about how she's the only one he'll ever truly love and the others are just there because she can't be. which dean quickly found out about because cali cannot control her volume at all. feu; however, takes a calmer, sweeter approach talking to the lighters. seeing as they all are doomed to die, but even a little bit of reassurance goes a long way—something she learned.

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[evil-sm-confessions]

we need a list of spooky month characters who can say faggot

Brought this question to my expert team of scholars. Discussion under cut.

🦴: All of them

⚡️: nod nod

🦴: Except Skid, Pump and Lucky

🦴: Because they’re bapies

⚡️: They can reclaim it when they're older

⚡️: Anyone else have input on this

🦠: evermore can reclaim it but uses it as a slur. also uses the term pansy. garcia uses it as a term of endearment. streber and dexter use it as a power word. radford once said "whats good my fags!" and got laughed out of the room. jaune doesnt say faggot but she does say dyke, and often at that. candy dealer doesnt say faggot but he refers to gay men as fairies which isnt neccesarily better. frank can say faggot but usually defaults to homo. bob says faggot with his whole chest and for like multiple years nobody knew if he could reclaim it or not but were too scared to ask.

⚡️: YES yes this is all good

⚡️: Kevin can reclaim it but doesn't

🌸: Jack can but doesnt like using slurs

🦠: also fun fact from looking at the wikipedia article for queer slang, a derogatory term for gay men is "fudge packer" and in like sm3 i think when the kids give kevin the sugar and hes tweaking out he says "theyre gonna pack my fudge in jail its all over" which. i dont know if it was intentional but i find it so funny that like the first thing kevin thought when he had a possibility of being arrested was being made to have gay prison sex like buddy do we not have more pressing matters to worry about

⚡️: HSHABDHFHD

⚡️: John says faggot not as a slur but in the way one would say "a gay man" neutrally

⚡️: Someone needs to tell him that's not the politically correct term/silly

🐍: YEAH

🐍: I agree

🦠: john talking to radford and hes like "oh is that kevin friend of yours a faggot too?" and radfords like "H- uncle can you sa- oh wait yeah no you can say that- but hold on-"

🐍: Captain and Shotgun man can say faggot. We been know this.

🐍: Father gregor wouldnt say it. Moloch would call Gregor a Faggot

⚡️: And Gregor would be like "you can NOT say that"

⚡️: Half convinced shotgun man uses faggot as a label ngl

🦠: oh no they do

🦠: sexuality and gender

🦠: "oh are you trans?" "yeah im a faggit :)"

⚡️: Skiddad uses faggot as a slur but only on people who are into it

🦠: ignacio uses it like half as a slur but also usually likes to get creative with it. he will call you words you didnt even know

🌸: ignacio has invented slurs

🦠: HE HAS

⚡️: He calls himself a faggot but when he's calling YOU slurs he pulls out the real deep cuts

⚡️: He's gay but the second a gay man inconveniences him he's getting homophobic

🦠: guy whod call someone a slur theyve never even heard before and then grab their face hard af and start hate-smooching

⚡️: KAHSVDDKJDBF

⚡️: Hope asked Jack "what's a faggot" and he almost chokes on the donut he was eating

🌸: Jack explains it in the most kid friendly way possible and then it’s just

⚡️: "So my daddy's a faggot?"

🌸: YEAH

⚡️: Costume guy uses tranny as a slur but only when she's talking about herself

🐍: NOOO dont do thattttt...

⚡️: She's doing that

🦆: consider: Skiddad teaching Skid to call people that

⚡️: OH MY GOD

⚡️: Gotta drive home but do continue to discuss if you'd like

🦠: skiddad would exclusively refer to himself as either a transvestite or a tranny but has like never once actually used the term transgender. skid meeting the hatzgang like "wow roy youre a tranny?" full confidence happy for them

🐍: LJKASDHKJFGHGHJD

🐍: Roy would see red i think

🦠: roy would no-hesitation hit skid upside the head if im being real like "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME-"

🦠: jaune saying dyke in public and ross is next to her like "mom *please*"

🦠: jaune would refer to aaron as a stud specifically in the lesbian way

🐍: Real shit

🌸: ...

🌸: transmasc butch lesbian aaron.

🦠: YES

🦠: YES

🦠: 🌸 YOURE SO SMART

🦠: going off ⚡️'s headcanon that jaune is cis but got a mastectomy bc she didnt want them any more. consider. transmasc aaron that still has his bonkers bc he doesnt give a shit lmfao

⚡️: I'm back

⚡️: You guys are smark

🐍: REAL SHIT

⚡️: Is there anything else you guys want to add

🐍: the eyes of the universe knows slurs from other dimensions and will say them all if the time is right

🦠: hmmm... rick exclusively uses the word faggot. michelle would not say faggot but she would call someone "a nice young man" or "a bit fruitful" or call them a dandy. thin thief occasionally says fag, fat thief said it like once and visibly made a distraught face. also cannot say the word gay he just beats around the bush and jibberjabbers. roy says faggot no questions asked.

🐍: Skiddad knows a handful and uses them

⚡️: Roy calls Ross and Robert fags and it's fine because they're all queers

🦠: fag and her faglets

🦠: jaune keeps trying to give ross the dyke pass and hes like "mom i am not fucking saying that" /silly

⚡️: BDHAKDBDHSJDNF

⚡️: He says faggot though

⚡️: Robert theoretically can say faggot but he doesn't

⚡️: Susie can say dyke but doesn't because she's in the closet

🦠: susie on call with robert and he shows her a helltaker girl and she says "oh im gonna lez out" and then the call goes dead fucking silent and she has her head in her hands with an expression of shock and repulsion and then robert starts laughing so hard he has to hit his inhaler

🐍: KJHGFKJHF

⚡️: BSHSJDHDBDJNDNDHF

⚡️: That's how Robert learns she's gay

[deeninadream]

First Name Basis (My One Shot from Ao3)

Warnings: Bar setting, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, that’s about it I think, oh and this is my first fic!

Summary:

You go out with the team to wind down after a long week. You planed on only getting one drink...but ended up getting crazy drunk. In the end Hotch has a soft spot for you and you like using his full name. ---- This was going to be a part of my future series, "Necessary, Needed, & Wanted," but I though i just put it up first. Enjoy!

While you decided that a night out with the team, drinking, dancing, and gossiping would be a good way to forget the most recent case, you had certainly not expected to get this drunk.

Derek sat to your right; an arm slung behind you on the sticky booth. Pen sat, or really happy squirmed, to you left. At the beginning of the night, you suggested they sit together, and that you could sit with Spencer.

This was only really because you didn't want to get too crazy tonight, and you had recently read an article you would love to discuss with him. However, they insisted that they squish you in between them to protect you from any guys that came your way.

Dave sat across from you with Hotch on one side, and Spencer on the other. Emily had convinced JJ to go dancing a few minutes ago, but you're sure they'll be back soon.

Now, how did you go from getting a Shirley Temple to getting hysterically drunk? No fucking clue.

So here you are, jumping in between every conversation. Whether it's office gossip, a new scientific discovery, Jack's upcoming birthday party, or why you don’t have someone to go home to at night.

At least that's what it feels like to you, to everyone else though…they're having productive conversations, and you're randomly (and rather cutely) asking not so productive questions.

“Daaaave?!” you ask in a whisper yell. Dave looks over from his talk with Hotch to see you leaning over the table. You’re sure no one else can hear you, though your whisper yell is more at a raspy talking level.

Dave doesn’t even have to raise an eyebrow for you to continue.

“Okay, so obviously I know his middle name from the documents I look at all day loooong. But I can’t find it in me to remember his first name. What is his first name?!”

Now everyone is looking at you, not that you notice. They aren’t surprised you’ve asked such a weird question, but they are definitely intrigued.

Dave chuckled, glad that you’re finally letting loose, ”Who’s first name, darling?”

“Like I know his middle name, right, ‘cause I think it's funny that I’m the only one that can call him out on his shit like that. But it doesn’t work if I don’t know his first name,” you wine a little at the end. Like you’re five and he's not getting you ice cream.

Hotch raised an eyebrow at that, he had never seen you so delirious. He had been around you with barely any sleep for a week once, and you were more put together. Not that he’s complaining.

Now it's Derek's turn to chuckle, "Pretty girl, if you want us to answer you, you have to tell us who you’re talking about.”

You pay no mind to Derek; it's like you had a tunnel going from you to Dave. This just makes everyone laugh. Emily and JJ are coming back around, not that you have any idea.

At that Hotch puts his beer down and leans into your line of sight slightly. Your eyes immediately lock onto his. Everyone’s waiting, knowing that if anyone can get something out of you, it would be Hotch.

“Who are you talking about?” Hotch asked, surprisingly also wanting the answer.

You just stare into his eyes. If you weren't already unaware of your surroundings, you certainly aren't now.

Pen sees an opportunity to chime in, "Are you talking about that hot guy from budgeting?”

Your head snaps up, and directly to Pen’s,” OH MY GOD! Pen, please tell me I didn't say he is hot! I’m not supposed to say that!!” you wined, looking frantic and mortified.

Emily chuckled next to JJ at their chairs at the very end of the booth they now occupy, "Okay, are we talking about the mystery man, or the budgeting one?”

“I thought they were the same person?” JJ jumps in, though she's still looking at Emily. Spencer nodded his agreement with furrowed brows.

You now look towards the couple, seemingly forgetting about your momentary outburst after a sip of your drink.

“Mystery man," you say with a nod of finality, "Also ‘mystery man’? He’s your boss, Emily. How could you forget his name…? Oh wait, that's what I was asking. Dave, what's Hotch's first name?”

At that, everyone at the table excluding you and Hotch burst into a laughing fit. After a few moments of everyone trying to catch their breaths, and you looking around the table for some clue on what is so funny, Dave speaks first.

“Hotch’s first name is Aaron, you know this,” Dave helps you out, as if Hotch wasn’t sitting next to him.

“AARON BENJAMIN HOTCHNER!!” you take a small sip of your drink, "Thank you! I will be using that every chance I get!” Now your drink and pointer finger is aimed at Hotch.

Hotch looks at you with wide eyes and then smiles a smile that only seems to be for you. He then shakes his head, reaches across the table to pluck your glass from your hands.

You look up at him with a pout, ”Hey! I will use your middle name again!”

He just lightly chuckles and slides out of his side of the booth, "I don’t doubt you. Come on. Let's get you home.”

“But, but, but…” he just gives you one of his signature Hotch stares,” Oh, okay. Goodbye everyone! Mwah, mwah, mwah! I'll see y'all on Monday.”

Everyone says their respective goodbyes as Hotch helps you out of the booth. As you stand up, you trip a bit due to your heels, and your uncoordinated state. Hotch quickly catches you, putting an arm around your waist.

After standing fully up, you put your arms up in the air, and yell loud enough to be heard above the music, "AARON BENJAMIN HOTCHNER, EVERYONE!!”

Your group and most of the people around you laugh. Hotch shakes his head and starts to lead you out of the bar.

When you finally step out into the cold air, you look up into those coffee eyes. They tell you that while you may just be on a first name basis, there's a lot more than that for both of you.

Guess getting a little crazy doesn't have to be such a bad thing.

Notes:

Hope y'all liked this! I'm new to this and would love to know what you think!

[walnutcookie]

ok so... If yall remember that idea i had to make an AU together. I have some starting points!!!

This is just gonna be one huge community project so anyone is allowed to contribute, send me asks about yalls ideas and stuff, ill tag them under the aus tag ^^ since this is open to anyone keep in mind that this probably wont be the most cohesive AU in the world. I guess this is a fair question to ask as well.... should ocs be allowed? On one hand i think itd be more fun, i dont want to put limits on this idea, but on the other it would probably make the whole thing twice as messy and hard to document. Leaving it up to you guys!!

speaking of that though!!! We need a name for this thing before i can make a tag! heres the base ideas i have. i just thought of it while trying to fall asleep a few nights ago, it isnt the most original idea but i have yet to see another au with it yet. we just need a starting point GDKDBKFBF

i would appreciate some name suggestions and we can do a poll on it

- Futuristic themeing with emphasis on science. like chemistry biology stereotypical "science" stuff. Perhaps a lot of whites and blues (maybe pink too just for fun?)

- this is inspired by portal if you couldnt tell, we can make it more unique though

- Gardenview but science center? like you know those buildings that have a bunch of little activities that teach you about how different things in life work. that but maybe cooler and more advanced,,,

- i need rodger in a lab coat. please. For me

- fucked up experiments going on behind the scenes ‼️ Controlled by dandy or... possibly someone else?

[coffeenvibes]

I asked Chat GPT to come up with a funny sketch where MC calls Sylus from a police station, and oh I had such a good laugh. Then I asked for more and it got me a whole series called "MC's vs. The Law", and I found it hilarious, so I wanted to share.

1. “Your girlfriend is in Holding”

It was a peaceful afternoon at the office when Sylus’ phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. He glanced at it, debating whether to pick up. It wasn’t a saved contact, but something in his gut told him to answer.

“Yes?” he said briskly.

A small pause. Then, a sheepish, but unmistakable voice came through the line.

“Hey… so don’t freak out, but I’m kinda at the police station.”

Sylus closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. Of course.

“MC/n” he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Explain.”

“Well,” MC/n started, and he could already hear the defensive edge in her tone, “I went to get my coffee, right? My usual. Grande Caramel Macchiato, extra shot, oat milk, you know, my drink. And this—this absolute menace of a man—just grabs it before I could reach for it.”

Sylus opened his laptop, already signaling his assistant to clear his next hour. “And?”

“And,” MC/n continued, as if she were narrating a crime documentary, “I very politely pointed out that it was actually my drink, not his. But instead of just apologizing like a normal, civilized human, he gives me this look and goes, ‘Well, I already touched it, so what are you gonna do about it?’”

Sylus sighed. Oh no. “MC/n… what did you do about it?”

“…Okay, so in hindsight, maybe I shouldn’t have tried to grab it back.”

He closed his laptop with a quiet thud. “You started a physical altercation over coffee?”

“Physical altercation is such a strong phrase,” she huffed. “I’d say… I strongly expressed my feelings about the blatant injustice occurring.”

Sylus rubbed his temple. “Did you hit him?”

“…Not exactly.”

“MC/n.”

“He was a condescending asshole!” she burst out. “I barely even touched him, and now somehow I’m the problem?”

Sylus could already picture it. MC/n, absolutely incensed, probably invading the guy’s personal space, yanking at the cup while shouting, “Give me my damn coffee, you thief!” Meanwhile, some poor barista in the background panicking.

“Did the police actually arrest you?”

“Well, no,” she admitted. “But they said I was being aggressive and escalating the situation.” He could hear the air quotes. “So they asked me to calm down and step aside—like I was the bad guy!”

Sylus exhaled, a slow chuckle threatening to break through his exasperation. “You, calming down? They had no idea what they were asking for.”

“I know, right?”

He shook his head, already reaching for his car keys. “Stay where you are. I’ll be there in twenty.”

2. The "Borrowed" Shopping Cart Incident

Sylus had barely stepped out of a meeting when his phone rang. MC/n. He sighed, already bracing himself.

“Let me guess,” he answered dryly. “You’re at the police station.”

A beat of silence. Then, “…It’s not what it looks like.”

“MC/n.”

“I might have borrowed a shopping cart.”

“Borrowed?”

“It’s just that my car was parked far, and I had a lot of bags, so I borrowed it to take them to my car—”

“And?”

“…And then a security guard saw me pushing it across the parking lot and thought I was stealing it.”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose. “MC/n.”

“I was going to return it!”

“Did you tell them that?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t believe me. Apparently, they’ve seen me before.”

Sylus went silent for a moment. “How many times have you done this?”

“…It’s not important.”

3. The Dog Rescue Incident

This time, Sylus answered with pure exhaustion.

“Please tell me you didn’t fight someone.”

“…I didn’t fight someone.”

He exhaled. “Okay, good.”

“But I did break into someone’s backyard.”

“MC/n.”

“In my defense, they left their dog outside in the rain! I was just rescuing the poor baby!”

Sylus closed his eyes. “Let me get this straight. You saw a random dog. In a random backyard. And decided, ‘Yes, I, MC/n, should climb the fence and steal it?’”

“Well, when you put it like that, it sounds bad.”

“It is bad.”

“But it was cold!” she whined. “And I was gonna give it back! After they learned their lesson.”

“…I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

4. The Wrong Uber Incident

By now, Sylus didn’t even flinch when her contact name appeared on his phone.

“Let me guess. You’re at the police station.”

“…Soooo, funny story.”

He sighed. “Just tell me.”

“I got in the wrong Uber.”

A pause. Then—“What?”

“I thought it was mine! The car was the same color, same make—”

“Did you even check the plate?”

“…Vaguely?”

He groaned. “So what happened?”

“Well, I got in, and I was giving directions and everything, and the guy was really confused, and I was like, ‘Why is this man acting brand new?’ And then—”

“—You realized it wasn’t your Uber.”

“—I realized it wasn’t my Uber.”

“MC/n.”

“In my defense, the real driver pulled up at the exact same time, so it was an easy mistake to make.”

Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose. “And now?”

“Well, they called the cops because I, uh… refused to leave until he took me where I needed to go.”

Sylus dragged a hand down his face. “Stay put. I’m on my way.”

Bonus 1.

The next time her name popped up on his phone, Sylus almost ignored it.

Then, he answered with an exhausted, “What now?”

“…Okay, so technically, I’m not at the police station.”

He narrowed his eyes. “MC/n.”

“But my car is.”

Sylus groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have gotten you that Aston Martin.”

Bonus 2.

At some point, one of the twins had made a whole group chat logging each of MC/n’s police encounters like they were sports highlights.

Group Chat Name: MC/n vs. The Law (Live Updates)

📌 Kieran: BREAKING NEWS: SHE’S DONE IT AGAIN. THE QUEEN OF CHAOS RETURNS TO HER KINGDOM (THE POLICE STATION).

📌 Luke: What happened this time?

📌 Kieran: SHE GOT INTO A STRANGER’S CAR.

📌 Luke: ……did she steal it?

📌 Kieran: NOPE. JUST GOT IN LIKE IT WAS A TAXI. SHE WAS EVEN POLITE ABOUT IT.

📌 Sylus: DELETE THIS CHAT NOW.

📌 Kieran: You can’t silence the truth.

📌 Sylus: I am blocking you.

📌 MC/n: LMAO this is my favourite fan club.

📌 Kieran: WE RIDE AT DAWN FOR OUR CHAOTIC QUEEN.

📌 Sylus: I AM BLOCKING ALL OF YOU.

5. The Duck Incident

Morning. Sylus, in his office, already deep in emails. Then—

MC/n: Sooooo… don’t be mad.

Sylus immediately leaned back in his chair. "What happened?"

"Okay, first of all, did you know that it’s illegal to take a duck from a park?"

Sylus inhaled slowly. "Tell me you didn’t."

"I rescued it! It looked lonely!"

"You kidnapped a duck."

"I borrowed it! I was gonna bring it back!"

"MC/n."

"Okay, fine, the park ranger didn’t believe me either, so… yeah, I’m at the station."

Sylus closed his laptop, stood up, and grabbed his keys. "I’m coming."

6. The Shopping Spree That Went Wrong

Evening. Sylus was reviewing reports when his phone lit up.

MC/n: Sooo, I might need you to come get me.

He called immediately. "Where?"

"At the mall."

"…Why?"

"Okay, you know those fancy stores where they watch you like you’re about to steal something?"

"What did you do."

"Nothing! I was just in one, and the lady was hovering, so I made eye contact and dramatically whispered ‘I will rob this place’ as a joke—"

Sylus groaned. "You joked about committing a crime in a luxury store?"

"Well, yeah, but I said it ironically! Apparently, the security guards don’t do irony!"

"Stay put. I’m coming."

The One Time Kieran Called MC from Jail

...It was 1:37 AM when MC/n’s phone rang.

She groggily reached for it, squinting at the screen.

Kieran.

Huh. That was unusual. What’s he doing calling me at—

She answered.

MC/n: “…Kieran?”

There was a beat of silence. Then:

Kieran “Okay. Before you get mad—”

MC/n sat up. Oh, this is gonna be good.

MC/n: “Oh-ho, no, no, no, you do not start a conversation like that. WHERE are you?”

Another pause. Then, a sigh.

Kieran: “…The police station.”

MC/n: “OH MY GOD.”

She was suddenly wide awake.

MC/n: “YOU?! YOU’RE IN JAIL?! NOT ME FOR ONCE?!”

Kieran: “First of all, rude.”

MC/n: “Second of all, WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Kieran mumbled something.

MC/n: “What was that? Speak up, jailbird.”

Kieran: “…There was a situation.”

MC/n: “A SITUATION?! DID YOU KILL SOMEONE?!”

Kieran: “I—WHAT? NO! WHY IS THAT YOUR FIRST THOUGHT?!”

MC/n: “Because you’re a demon”

...

Group Chat Update: "KARMA IS REAL"

📌 MC/n: EVERYONE WAKE UP. KIERAN. IS. IN. JAIL.

📌 Sylus: What.

📌 Luke: BROOOO. WHAT DID YOU DO.

📌 Kieran: WHY DO YOU ALL ASSUME I DID SOMETHING BAD?!

📌 MC/n: BECAUSE YOU’RE IN JAIL, KIERAN.

📌 Sylus: I just woke up for this. Explain. NOW.

📌 Kieran: I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING THAT BAD.

📌 MC/n: THAT BAD??!

📌 Luke: Bro, did you steal a car?

📌 Kieran: WHY IS THAT THE FIRST GUESS?!

📌 MC/n: I’M ON MY WAY. IF I GET THERE AND IT’S STUPID, YOU OWE ME MIDNIGHT CAKE.

📌 Kieran: Deal.

Group Chat Update: "SITUATION GETS WORSE"

📌 MC/n: UPDATE: LUKE IS ALSO IN JAIL.

📌 Sylus: WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TONIGHT.

📌 Luke: In my defense, I did nothing wrong.

📌 Sylus: CLEARLY, SINCE YOU’RE IN JAIL.

📌 Luke: Hey, we just defended a lady’s honor.

📌 MC/n: Okay, that is admittedly hot, but STILL.

📌 Kieran: Are you bailing us out or not?

📌 MC/n: Oh no. I’m letting you suffer for a bit.

📌 Sylus: Leave them there for the night.

📌 Kieran: BOSS.

📌 Luke: RUDE.

📌 MC/n: I’m at least making them buy me cake before I pay.

📌 Kieran: Fine. But expensive cake.

📌 Luke: Deal.

[thollandsgirl2013]

Maybe a Tom Holland x fem reader when The interviewer asks Tom about your outfit, and he sighs dramatically: "Yeah, she looks stunning, but let’s talk about how she made us late because she couldn’t decide between two lavender dresses that looked EXACTLY the same." You gasp in mock offense, and the interviewer laughs, saying, "Tom, you’re in trouble, mate."

𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, teasing, humor

Summary → At a red carpet event, Tom teases you about making them late over a dress choice, leading to playful banter.

The flashing cameras were relentless, their blinding bursts illuminating the deep red carpet beneath your heels. You stood beside Tom, his warm hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd of reporters and eager fans. Dressed in your carefully chosen lavender gown—yes, the one you’d spent an eternity debating over—you felt both elegant and slightly self-conscious under the public eye.

Tom, however, looked effortlessly charming, his tailored black suit fitting him like a glove. His curls were styled to perfection, and his soft brown eyes were full of warmth as he occasionally glanced down at you with a small, amused smile.

A reporter from Access Hollywood stepped forward, microphone in hand, and grinned. "Tom! Y/n! You both look incredible tonight!"

"Thank you," you said, smiling as Tom nodded beside you.

"But, Tom," the interviewer continued with a mischievous glint in his eye. "We have to talk about Y/n’s outfit. She’s absolutely stunning."

Tom let out a dramatic sigh, tilting his head back as if in exasperation. "Oh, yeah, she looks breathtaking, no doubt about that." He turned to you with a teasing smirk before facing the interviewer again. "But can we discuss how she made us late because she couldn’t pick between two lavender dresses that looked exactly the same?"

You gasped, eyes widening in playful offense. "They were different!" you protested, lightly smacking his arm. "One had lace, and the other had embroidery!"

Tom scoffed, shaking his head. "Mate, I swear to you, they were identical. She made me sit there for forty minutes while she twirled in front of the mirror, asking me which one I liked better."

The interviewer burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Tom, you’re in trouble, mate."

"You think I don’t know that?" Tom deadpanned, before turning to you with a smirk. "She also changed her shoes three times, by the way."

"You weren’t supposed to tell anyone that!" You whisper-yelled, nudging him.

"Too late, darling. The world deserves to know the struggles I endure," Tom quipped, shaking his head dramatically.

The interviewer grinned. "So, Y/n, what finally made you decide on this dress?"

You shot Tom a smug look before answering. "Well, someone kept rushing me, so I went with my gut."

Tom snorted. "Her gut decided after forty minutes."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing along with the reporter.

"Alright, last question—who took longer to get ready?" The interviewer asked, raising a brow.

Without hesitation, Tom pointed at you, and you pointed at him at the same time.

The interviewer chuckled. "A classic couple’s dilemma."

"Listen," Tom said, grinning as he glanced down at you. "I was ready on time. It’s not my fault she wanted to have a mini fashion show in our hotel room."

"Oh, please," you said, crossing your arms. "You spent twenty minutes fixing your hair, Mr. ‘Just One More Touch of Gel.’"

Tom's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"You did, babe," you teased, biting your lip. "I watched you adjust that one curl at least ten times."

The interviewer laughed, clearly enjoying the banter. "Alright, alright, I think we have our answer. Tom, I think you just got exposed."

Tom groaned, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at the camera. "If you guys are watching this—I swear I wasn’t the one who made us late."

You giggled and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "It’s okay, Tommy. The world forgives you."

He sighed dramatically, then pressed a quick kiss to your temple. "I guess I can live with that."

The interviewer grinned. "You two are adorable. Enjoy your night, and, Tom, best of luck getting yourself out of trouble later."

Tom chuckled as he guided you away from the interview spot. "Yeah, thanks, mate—I’ll need it."

As soon as you were out of earshot, you nudged him playfully. "You love my little fashion shows."

Tom smirked, slipping an arm around your waist. "Yeah, yeah, I do. But don’t think this means I won’t remind you about it forever."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Not if I remind you about your gel obsession first."

Tom groaned but pulled you closer. "Truce?"

You grinned. "Truce—for now."

°:. *₊ ° . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

[girlthatmadequizes]

Hey,everyone,I’m the girl behind tests like “Would Postal dude 1/3 date you?” And postal babe one

If you’re not familiar with my quizzes,here’s the links

I wanted to ask tumblr-users specifically,because it’s like an apogee of gooners in here(2nd place after twitter),and it’s very important for me you answer this question:

Do you need another tests like these?

Please write your suggestions about which Dude to do next,or maybe you’d like to see a test about your possible chances in working for rws?

Write any postal related idea!I’ll make them all happen

Just so you know,I’m making these test 100% realistic.It’s pretty hard to depict each girl-type for a man like dude or really separate the types of postal babes,but I try my best.I also take some accreditation to the fact that dudes’ are man’s man who don’t like girls who aren’t appealing to male gaze.And take to consideration that postal babe is a shitty job made solely to sell videogames to the male audience.My tests are not supposed to be person-pleasing and are more objective,which is also kind of hard to achieve since none of us are objective at everything.I interpret each Postal Dude’s behaviour and really try to think about what girl would he like.Idk how,but in real life I always end up being right about guys preferences,so I wanted to put that knowledge to good use

I feel like my test results might have been harsh to someone,so,if you feel like you want to say mean words to me,you can dm me or just reply to this post.I just did tests that I would like to take myself-they’re really answering the question and give a normal unbiased reply.I like quizzes that don’t beat around the bush and just say - is it a yes or no and why.

Uhh and before anyone says anything,I’m supporting left wing politics okay and i am a feminist,girls supporting girls,please don’t eat me

[apple-onigiri]

assigning songs from mitski's laurel hell album to siffrin and loop (because they've consumed my life)

as mentioned by me and requested by @starrycat123-blog (so sweetly, might i add!! they were so polite about it, not realizing being asked to yap is the highlight of my day), i am putting together a comprehensive list of all the songs from mitski's laurel hell album assigned to sif/loop/sif and loop two sides of the same silver coin style

Valentine, Texas this is so loop-coded, to me. me when i become someone else only i am privy to (note: this includes my other self) and live in the constant state of remembrance of my ghosts. "who will i be tonight?" <- me when i lie. me when i create a persona to hide behind. me and my disconnected sense of self. me when please let me live in my memories of things long gone please please please

Working for the Knife both of them!! this is the Ultimate Time Loop song. looks at the "i always knew the world moves on; i just didn't know it would go without me" line with an understanding but still very aware gaze. this is also peak living in the midst of your poor choices. you wake up on the grass of the meadow and, as you start reconstructing the same blinding script because you keep deciding to do so, suddenly this starts playing. what do you do

Stay Soft the "if i refuse to be open and honest and vulnerable i'm basically impervious to being hurt" is so very much mid-game-but-specifically-act-4 siffrin, fake smiling his way through his stupid-ass script because it protects his heart from any change that has at least the slightest potential to hurt him. the sheer possibility is too much. also bonus guilt of wanting, and circumventing it by focusing on what others want 'do you need help with anything' style. also also bonus+ "where the dark remembers you". i need to kill, maim, destroy because this play is about mpd who haunts the narrative of this album and this post

Everyone act 5. act 5 siffrin to an insane degree. i feel slightly ill about this actually like you cannottttt be serious. this song is deeply siffrin just going through the house after pushing away everyone else. "i left the door open to the dark; i said, come in, come in, whenever you want" and "and i opened my arts wide to the dark; i said take it all, whatever you want". looks directly into the camera mouthing "mal du pays"

Heat Lightning both. really really both but!! specifically with loop being the first half and so to speak passing the torch in the bridge to siffrin who's the second half. goddd i genuinely could make an animatic for this if it was as simple as beaming the images directly from my brain onto the screen, i'm walking around my room like a demented detective haunted by a cold case just thinking about it. "there's nothing i can do, not much i can change", by their own unbreakable rules!!! it's about the act of losing strength to keep fighting after doing that for so, so long and just wanting to rest, please with the people you love, please. "would that be okay?" i need to stop i can't make 1/3 of this post be about heat lightning (it could be)

The Only Heartbreaker siffrin 'i manipulated him into liking me' no last name. because when you're the only one in the time loop and the only one also in the loop, it's easy to view the positive interactions you're constantly getting as ones that you coerced. "so i'll be the loser in this game; i'll be the bad guy in the play". i actually feel haunted by this, i'm not kidding

Love Me More are you kidding. both. that's a song about what started this whole mess. the love-starved anthem that also has themes of searching for something to keep you going and of not trying anything risky out of fear to avoid getting hurt and of days repeating and repeating and repeating, and of needing the love to drown you, overwhelm you, purge you clean. this is their song. goddd

There's Nothing Left For You loop 'formerly siffrin' 'not anymore!' 'get replaced by your other self, idiot, you can't go back!' no last name. 59 dead, 118 injured. "nothing waits for you; you had it before; not anymore". "so go on ot that sweetheart's door; and find a new you". "it was your right, it was your life; and then it passed to someone new". i literally don't think i need to add anything. it not only speaks but screams out for itself

Should've Been Me loop song. we all know this. i hate it here. "when i saw a girl looked just like me". c'mon. we've all seen the animatic, also. i literally have nothing else to say here, i'm basically out of a job

I Guess this is a spicy one - this is siffrin specifically after the two hats ending. this is a very short song but i'm struggling to keep this paragraph contained. "it's been you and me since before i was me; without you, i don't yet know how to live". i cry out dramatically, clutching my chest. "if i could keep anything of you; i would keep just this quiet after you". i fall on my knees and hit my fist against the floor. "it's still as a pond i am staring into; from here, i can say thank you; from here, i can tell you thank you". i'm sorry, siffrin. and thank you, loop. someone get me out of here

That's Our Lamp everybody say hiiiii act 5 siffrin but specifically pre-house. because he has a little demon in his shoulder telling him "they don't love you, they hate you" and making him crash out on everyone. so love-starved his body is rejecting any sign of care and love like someone starved eating too much and their body rejecting it. "that's where you loved me" in the context of looking over all the places in dormont where you "made" your found family love you is diabolical

and that's it!! i genuinely could go into deconstructing lyrics especially for some songs where it's clear i have more to say like heat lightning or love you more but i went into this determined to not go completely crazy with the length of this thing. love and light, everyone, hope you enjoyed

[walmartbrandwhatever]

Marbit figure skating au stuff because I cannot stop thinking about this. Will I write this into a fanfic? Probably. Anyways this turned out super long please if anyone wants to yap about this my dms and asks are open.

-Marcia first getting into figure skating because of her mom.

-like her mom is a really artistic person in general and it was something her parents both did for fun and taught her how to skate.

-It was something she could have control over and not worry about how to fit in and if she was doing things right. It allowed her to express herself in ways she had never thought about before.

-Two-bit truly got Into hockey because soda wanted to try it out but didn't want to do it alone.

-but the more they practiced together the more in love he fell into with it.

-hockey helped keep him from spiraling down a dark road, gave him an outlet to let out on instead of drinking himself Into the ground.

-anyways two and mar use the same rink to practice in, both preferring to practice at night.

-one day the rink accidentally booked both of them atthe same time. Two being too stubborn to just let her have it and mar refusing to give up any practice time they both just end up arguing with each other about who gets it.

-this goes on for awhile them always fighting for the rink. One day Two comes in with Soda to practice and sees Marcia already there running her routine with Cherry yelling out corrections.

-Two hadn't actually ever seen her practice before but seeing her be so connected to the music blasting through the speakers and the emotions clear on her face he couldn't help the grin that worked its way onto his face.

-Soda clocks this immediately and is like "dude ur so down right bad stop"

-Ofc he denied it but Mar comes over and says he could have the rink. He stops her before she leaves and comes up with a compromise. She gets it every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday while he gets it every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday and they’ll alternate Sunday.

-She smiles and puts out her hand to shake on it. Two-bit right there thinks she's by far the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He's all fumbling over himself as they shake on it and she leaves

-soda shaking his head knowing that either this will be a super bad thing or a good thing for two-bit

-Cherry also clocks this but she's too focused on the other boy she recognized. Soda and her both exchanged a look seeing their friends fumbling over eachother before Cherry drags Marcia out of the rink.

-W/the new schedule both don't run into each other as much which both of them are lowkey sad about.

-they meet again after they both switched up who day it was for Sunday. They both almost immediately try to let the other have it before deciding they can take turns.

-Two-bit watches her work on her performance first and is just basically sitting there in awe.

-Two notices Marcia getting frustrated as she keeps failing this one jump and Two goes onto the ice and offers to help her land it.

-she takes it after a few more tries. Him gently placing his hands on her hips before lifting her and showing her how much more momentum she actually needed.

-with the newly advice she tries it and to her surprise it actually works. She just has this big ass grin on her face as she turns to two celebrating and he's just watching her with a grin plastered on his own face.

-she skates over and hugs him, thanking him for the help before pulling away and saying he could have the rink.

-bro is so down right bad for her.

-him going home that night and is like kicking his feet n shit as he's talking to soda about her.

-Cherry is also hearing everything from Marcia who is just as equally down right bad for this man.

-Cherry is also keeping it very to herself but her and Soda are talking the entire time two n marcia are working through their own thing.

-anyways Cherry drags Marcia to one of Two-Bits and sodas games. It's the first time Marcia has seen Two in action with his team. It's actually so bad.

-he spots her towards the end of the game and he has the biggest smile on his face the second they meet eyes. He winks at her before going back into the game.

-also two is a figher, that mf is CONSTANTLY beefing w/someone on the rink

-that game he and this other guy immediately start brawling and that scares the shit outta Marcia. She's never really liked fighting.

-past relationships that didn't end to well really pushed that fact, so not expecting it. It threw her off.

-two seeing the absolute horror on Marcia's face afterwards did not make him feel good. Typically he feels amazing after fight, well not amazing but it gives him adrenaline but seeing the utter fear resting in her eyes it did nothing but drain the life otta him.

-after the game he immediately heads over to her, apologizing the second she even registers it was him talking. He's all over the place but he just wanted to set things right and make sure she was alright

-that was a lot more than what some of the past guys she's dated has ever done for her so it definitely won her over. She tells him that it was already and just said she wasn't expecting it considering she actually didn't know much about hockey.

-he offers to teach her some things about hockey only if she teaches him about figure skating.

-the next day they both go to the rink and stick to their promise.

-instead of actually practicing that week they just go back n forth teaching eachother tricks and the basics

-anyways they finally get together after one of their little skate sessions. Two-bit has been planning on asking her out for awhile and he's a whole mess.

-it had actually been Darry who convinced him to ask her out. Two-bits constant chatter about Marcia Darry was finally like "dude just ask her out if it'll get you to shut up🫶"

-pretty much everyone else agreed. (Their annoyance was outta love)

-Two is like sweating as he stops her before she leaves for the night and is like visibly freaking out. Eventually he spita out a "anyways would you idk like to go out. Like to dinner? With uh me?"

-she has that smile two-bit always loves to see. She presses a quick kiss onto his cheek before agreeing and leaving without another word.

-and two-bit? Yeah absolutely dead. He stands there for a solid 5 minutes before steve Steve who was giving him a ride comes in asking what was holding him up.

-Two-bit just gently holding his cheek with a huge grin says it all.

-marcia that night is kicking her feet and screaming to Cherry about it.

-after a few dates Marcia is the one to officially ask him to be her boyfriend and he almost immediately says yes.

-they don't really tell anyone they are together but the gang can tell

-Ace totally sees Marcia at some point and does the whole "if you hurt him" speech before leaving her w/that.

Anyways I have so many more ideas that are riddled w/angst. I can't tell how old I want they do be. Like are they really far into their careers? Do I want marcia to qualify for the Olympics? Idk I'm still cooking but yall trust I will write this into a fic. Also if you use this au or hcs please credit me 🫶 I would appreciate it. LOVE U ALL MWAHH🫶🫶🫶.