#sorry this has been sitting for so long in my inbox anon. u got a transcript fic out of it tho at least

[definitelynotshouting]

Can you tell us something about Martyn or Scott in your hunger au? Completely your choice on what, I just want to see what they’re like in your au

[A COMM CALL; QUIET SPEECH FILTERED THROUGH LOW CRACKLES OF STATIC]

MARTYN

I'm not gonna lie, I didn't actually expect you to help them.

SCOTT

[A RUSTLE]

Why not? It's not like I had to do anything, really. Just— point them in the right direction and, I dunno, let them sort it out.

MARTYN

[Dryly] Yeah. I guess I just thought you'd be more... angry.

SCOTT

Me? I'm not— I wouldn't say I'm angry. Why, are you angry?

MARTYN

[SLIGHT PAUSE]

...

Y'know, that's hard to say. I don't think I'm not angry, but I'm not, like... actively mad, either?

SCOTT

Well, there you go, then. It's about the same for me, not much else to it.

MARTYN

...

Fair 'nough, I suppose.

SCOTT

Honestly, I'm surprised you're not more angry, considering all your— y'know, stuff.

MARTYN

What, just 'cause I knew Grian way back when?

SCOTT

Well yeah, obviously. You've known each other for a long time.

MARTYN

Have we? I'm not so sure anymore.

...

[Almost speaking to himself] He's felt weird for a while now, ever since he came back from Evo.

SCOTT

What's that supposed to mean?

MARTYN

Call it a hunch. I dunno, but he just feels— off. Wrong. Different? I can't put my finger on it.

[RUSTLE OF FABRIC, AS IF FROM A SHRUG]

Or— well, he did. Not like I've seen him around in a while.

SCOTT

[HUFF OF LAUGHTER]

Your superpower is freaky, Martyn, did you know that?

MARTYN

So you keep telling me.

[Teasingly] BigB thinks it's cool, though, so I don't give a damn what you have to say.

SCOTT

[Audible smile] BigB's got the superior opinion, yes, of course.

[A PAUSE]

MARTYN

...

So have you had any news yet? About if they've found him or not?

SCOTT

[With some surprise] You really want to know?

MARTYN

Yeah, man, tell me. He's still— I mean, I guess friend's a strong word now, but I still care.

SCOTT

Um, yeah, Jimmy said—

Hm.

...

MARTYN

[SMALL INCREDULOUS NOISE]

Jimmy said, did he?

SCOTT

I'm not sure why you're surprised. We do still talk, y'know.

MARTYN

Oh yeah, just— wasn't sure, is all, what with the whole— y'know, after the whole ranchers thing.

SCOTT

[Stiffly] Jimmy is... look, just because he has a boyfriend now who isn't me doesn't mean we can't whisper sometimes. Also, this is like, one of the least romantic topics you could ever talk about, so—

MARTYN

[BARK OF LAUGHTER]

God. Tell me about it.

SCOTT

Well I would, but you're too busy trying to interrogate me about Jimmy. I've got better things to do than sit here and pine, y'know?

[BRIEF SILENCE]

MARTYN

So, they found him?

...

[Press X to doubt] Right.

SCOTT

[LOW SIGH]

Yeah, they found him. Tango told Jimmy, who then told me; a bit of he said, she said...

He's in pretty rough shape.

MARTYN

[SMALL SCOFF]

That so?

SCOTT

According to Tango, yeah. Look, I didn't ask for any details, don't shoot the messenger. All I know is Jimmy said he's really sick.

MARTYN

[Wearily] Yeah, that sounds just like him. Goes haring off into the— the bloody sunset and comes back wrong immediately after. That's great.

[Slightly more upbeat] Cool, man, well— thanks for keeping me updated. I 'ppreciate it. Good luck with Tim.

SCOTT

[A LONGER SIGH]

I don't nee—

[ANOTHER PAUSE]

Okay, yes, yeah. I'll keep you up to date as best I can.

MARTYN

Maybe whisper Tango directly while you're at it. Cheers, Scott.

SCOTT

Mhm. See you around, Martyn.

[CLICK]

[bladiegfs]

hello!! ur theme is so cute omg <3 may i request blade’s s/o (can be gn!) spending more time with a cat they adopted and he got jealous and he decides to cling to his s/o 😭😭 sorry if this doesnt make sense wiendidnf

take ur time writing it 🫶🫶

thank u!!! don't worry anon it makes perfect sense in fact it feels like my third eye was opened the moment i saw this on my inbox

glue

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.1k

➵ blade has found his new rival— it came in the form of a dark-furred animal with four paws and orange eyes. he eyes it as you coddle it and sing a song. …it’s decided. this has gone too far. it’s his turn to be cuddled and coddled now.

It was a mistake— no, this whole thing was a mistake.

At first, it seemed like a good idea to him. In fact, he was the one who got the idea— he knew you love cats. So did he; he found the little creatures interesting and maybe just a tad bit cute. But you, on the other hand… you frequently gushed (clutching your chest, cooing, everything) over cat videos.

Cat videos. On the screen. It’s not even the real thing right before your eyes yet you acted like this.

But he thought that the smile on your face was far too precious and that it would definitely make you happy to have a cat of your own or a ‘furbaby’, as Bronie calls it.

When he proposed the idea, you instantly nodded. Then, you reveal a sickening number of tabs open on your phone, all containing research about the best way to take care of cats. He recalls the time you were complaining about your phone moving so slowly; he was about to ask you how long literally hundreds of tabs have been open on it, but then you give him that beaming smile that he’s always (secretly) felt weak to, and the question gets thrown to oblivion.

And just a day after that, you two were home with a cute little bundle of joy (your words, not his) and you were smiling unstoppably. To him, the cat wasn’t anything particularly remarkable. However, its black fur paired with orange eyes has apparently intrigued you.

“What are you gonna name him?”

“Pepper,” You reply, looking down at the cat. “Isn’t it fitting?”

“Pepper? That’s more like a dog’s name to me.”

You only laugh as the cat peacefully curls up atop your lap, looking much like a bundle of darkness rather than joy. Blade’s spot, he thinks. That’s where he rests his head as he naps or simply absentmindedly scrolls through his phone, but he lets it pass— it’s good to let the cat become very accustomed to you. It shouldn’t be a challenge to get the cat to warm up to you; perhaps he was biased, but if you asked him, he’d say it’s very easy to like you.

Months pass and Blade does get proven right; Pepper has given his verdict as to who his favorite parent is and, predictably, it’s you. You and Pepper work in tandem half the time— whenever the cat isn’t asleep, anyway. Wherever you go, Pepper goes.

Now: Pepper did like Blade, yes, but the cat was attached to you to the point that you couldn’t even take a piss without it scratching at the door to be let in. And on the other hand, you’ve taken to affectionately calling Pepper your son.

And this son… is coming in between his parents.

You see, earlier this day, Blade had been minding his business. It’s a weekend, and he’s sitting in bed, watching a show. You were right beside him, leaning onto him as your eyes are cast on the screen before you. 

But after a while, before you two even knew it, watching turns into kissing.

“Ren…” You mutter against his lips as you lay below Blade. You were about to open your mouth to say something when suddenly, a walking nightmare on four legs slipped between Blade’s and your body.

And Pepper hisses at Blade.

“Aw, Pepper!” You turn to the cat, taking it in your arms. Blade parts from you, opting to lay beside you as you coo over your son, saying something about how he’s so adorable.

He watches as Pepper gets showered in kisses. “Aw, my cutesy, does Pepper want kisses too?”

Blade does, but that cat in your arms interrupted you two. He turns his eyes back to the television, slightly disgruntled. But once more, he lets it pass. After all, he did like Pepper too, even with all his kiss-stealing tendencies. Pepper was as much his… ‘son’ as much as it was yours.

He thinks that the cat must’ve sensed Blade’s somewhat lax behavior towards it; today, it’s really pushing its luck. 

Lunchtime? Pepper rubbed his head all over your legs until you decide to give him some of the food on your plate despite the fact that he already had his own lunch and finished it with much vigor. Oh, what about the afternoon? You spent it playing with Pepper until he fell asleep. Dinnertime? Same modus as lunch.

And now… well, now, as you sit in bed, Pepper laid on your lap as though it was his personal seat. You didn’t seem bothered about it, not even one bit— in fact, you hummed as you pet its head affectionately.

And Blade? He’s sitting right beside you, phone in hand as he side-eyes Pepper.

This has gone too far. Isn’t it his time to be coddled too?

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, making you lean towards him. You oblige with a smile on your face but eyes still on Pepper. With his actions, the cat turns its head toward Blade and he swears to everything holy that the cat definitely must be annoyed at him. The only thing missing is for it to hiss at him again.

Eyes narrowed and looking directly at Pepper, Blade presses a kiss against your temple.

The cat stares back at him.

His arm tightens around your shoulder and his free hand reaches for yours—

“Ren, you’re a lot more clingy today,” You comment, finally looking at Blade. Then, you notice the expression on his face. You follow his eyes and you find yourself looking right at your son.

You cannot help the laughter bubbling up your stomach. It was ridiculous to you; was Blade having a silent competition with Pepper?

At the sound of your laughter, Blade’s glare at Pepper finally breaks and he looks at you, asking, “What?”

“Nothing,” You answer, sparing Blade the shame of having to admit silently declaring rivalry with Pepper. “You want kisses?”

“...Why’re you talking to me like I’m Pepper?”

You repeat, ignoring Blade’s reply, “You want kisses?”

Silence. Then, “Yes.”

You take Pepper in your arms, lifting him from your lap. You then put Pepper down on the bed before you turn your body to Blade. Your eyes flicker from Blade’s eyes and to his lips, then you lean even closer to finally kiss him.

His arms wrap around your body, holding you closer. Even as you pull away, he doesn’t let go of you.

So your hunch was right. With a smile on your face, you play with his hair, pushing his bangs away from his eyes. “I’ll make it up to you, alright? I’ll cuddle you and sing for you too, so you don’t have to sulk anymore.”

Blade defensively answers, “Who said I was sulking?”

“Oh? Do you not want me to cu—”

“I didn’t say that,” Blade interrupts. Then, in a quieter voice, almost as if he’s embarrassed, “I wouldn’t be jealous because of a cat.”

“I didn’t say anything about Pepper, though?”

“...Damn it.”

[tarohonii]

i saw your post about jiwoo and his plot armour and ur so right!!! i love him as a character but that actually made me stop reading 💔💔 i’ll probably pick it up again at some point, but jiwoo actually needs to stop winning everything because it got wayyy too boring and repetitive and also super unrealistic bc wdym you’re beating the top people in the country or wtv is happening now

this is actually turning into a long rant sorry 😭😭 but it really dawned on me that it was a bit ridiculous when he ‘beat’ jurion because i get it could probably happen but it was sort of like… so everything just goes your way. exactly as planned. all the time. okay then where’s the conflict or excitement or any sort of cliffhanger or tension if i already know you’re going to win no matter what?? no matter who you’re fighting?? at this point he could probably fight kayden and win because he pulls out some fancy punch that caught him off guard and i wouldn’t be surprised

i also felt like i read about 200 episodes and he didn’t have any proper character development. i get he’s meant to be likeable but there weren’t really any proper flaws for him to develop, so while he starts as a sort of fresh character who’s nice yet powerful and a nice change from some others characters in the same genre he eventually becomes a bit flat?? it might have changed in recent chapters, but i feel like the writing let it down slightly

sorry to come into your inbox and just rant!! i thought i’d share a couple thoughts on it since apparently i have quite a few but it turned into this x

oh anon...u r so real for this. Come sit with me and be a nuanced hater.

I...do not really like Jiwoo. "But he's a precious bean! He's smol! Must protecc!" Yes, so true, you are so valid, but also consider he has the personality of a communion wafer and makes watching paint dry more interesting than reading his dialogue. He is perfect and it is unbearable-narrative wise. The main character propels the story-it is what the plot is centered around. So when the main character has nothing to give, neither does the plot. Someone go instill the hate of god in his heart or introduce him to twitter to something.

Also-the lack of proper development is SO REAL oh my god. He had one (1) revelation in the entire story, promptly after getting almost assassinated, and that was: "I want to get stronger for my friends!!" like...babygirl...that's what you've been doing this entire time..plz don't tell me it took you 100 something chapters to come to that conclusion.

This phenomenon is like-the doom of every korean action mawha. MC is OP, and has no discernable personality besides the like. 3 given traits given to them. No development, static plot, rinse, repeat. maybe the only exciting things that happens is a side character dies. It's like the webtoon equivalent of plug and chug math problems, so ig I got what I came for LOL

Also don't be sorry, feel free to come anytime and rant bestie!! I'll have tea and cookies for you next time you come around :)

[gaiuskamilah]

sorry i just sent that then fucking died (wednesdays are so...), here's a lil something based on tyril fucking a human mc (cis female) in a temple!

~~~

Tyril has such warm hands, something she would have thought unimaginable when she saw the pale blue of his complexion — clear as glass, smooth as ice, constantly making her shiver but never as cold as he looks — for the first time. They're warmer still with his long, slender fingers inside of her, pressing her into the cold marble of the altar, kissing her furiously as though he could swallow her moans whole.

Sweat-damp strands of her hair are falling in her eyes. Through the veil of her ruined (because it will be obvious what they have been doing when they leave this place, because offering this to hungry gods can only bring ruin, because the Shadow Realm does not lie in ruins, because he is her ruin) hair, Tyril looks so pretty, flushing violet when he meets her eyes.

He looks almost like he's praying when he lowers to his knees to be anointed.

Violet blush dissipating. Violet tongue and a string of saliva. Violet tip glistening.

When he's done, and she gasps, her chest heaving, slightly dizzy, her gaze falls on his hands. The hands that parted her naked thighs, the light casting shadows shaped like sacred objects on them. (Such a contradictory, obscene image.) The hands that carried her to the altar, placed her on top of it. And before — the hands that braided her hair and stroked her cheeks and tilted her chin up to kiss him, murmuring something in a language she is still coming to learn.

She reaches down, wraps her fingers around two of his, squeezing him tightly. The rings she wears must be cold — or maybe they're warmed by sitting so close to her skin. She used to be so jealous of the armor Tyril wore, how it clung to him without shame.

Now she is the thing that refuses to let go.

~~~

i probably should have been clear this was more of a story fragment and like i was honestly too scared to drop "pussy" and "cock"s in your inbox even with permission LMAO but hopefully this scratches some kinda itch.... uhmmm if you want to know why she's getting ate out in a temple on the altar, it's because i said so

nah it's probably just a cop2 diamond scene that got misplaced (please for the love of god tell me why trystan wanted to fuck in his sibling's bedroom. why.)

OKAY I'M OVERSHARING BECAUSE I'M SCARED BECAUSE I'M RUSTY SORRY I'LL GO BYE

also yeah i couldn't find that fic the author may have deleted but i feel like maybe they did a getting ate out on an altar scene too and that subconsciously inspired me.... shouts to u, whomever u were (if you were even a choices writer i swear i need to go on prevagen at this point i've aged 29393920 years since the prime of choices) (this is a niche joke for people who watch wheel of fortune. i apologize. okay i'm really leaving now.)

AWHEGWKSHEKJDKD ANON PLEASE THIS IS SO GOOD.. THANK U FOR SHARING IT W ME ESPECIALLY AS A TYRILMANCER I FEEL LIKE

you say you're rusty but i really can't tell because AHHH this prose is soooo wonderful even if it's just a short snippet!! some of my favorite lines/ramblings under the cut because this FUCKS both literally and figuratively:

(because it will be obvious what they have been doing when they leave this place, because offering this to hungry gods can only bring ruin, because the Shadow Realm does not lie in ruins, because he is her ruin)

like damn the fucking gods to all hells, my lover is giving me this and i will chose her and she will chose me over the world!! i love it!!!

He looks almost like he's praying when he lowers to his knees to be anointed.

A LOVE LIKE RELIGION...MY FAVORITE KIND OF LOVE

The hands that parted her naked thighs, the light casting shadows shaped like sacred objects on them. (Such a contradictory, obscene image.) The hands that carried her to the altar, placed her on top of it.

"such a contradictory, obscene image" god bless you. i fucking love this

The rings she wears must be cold — or maybe they're warmed by sitting so close to her skin. She used to be so jealous of the armor Tyril wore, how it clung to him without shame. Now she is the thing that refuses to let go.

HONESTLY? things are much sexier when it's implied and when allusions are used instead of just like saying... "she's giving him the handjob of his life" or something. thank u i love this i am giving you cheek kisses beloved anon <3

[muff1nqwq]

don't worry Muffin, im usually pretty safe about this stuff! my new problem is that i somehow cvt right where my waistband sits and it keeps irritating it, but still no worries, girlie!!!

it's kinda silly cause we haven't been moots for long but I think I check your blog the most. About the dm thingy, im kinda scared you wont like me ehe (you probably will like me but I'm paranoid abt everything alllll of the time). So until I get interesting enough to interact with you not on anon, id like to hide in your inbox please <:3c

that iced coffee today was really good tbh, I'm gonna get boba tomorrow.. OH maybe they'll have iced coffee too and I can get boba in it!!!!!! My favorite boba place has pastries too and I'd totally go there more often but I can't drive yet and it's a two hour walk lmaoooo

Since I'll definitely be stayin for a while, ig a littleee bit of info wouldn't hurt:: im a minor, my favorite color is green, and i go by she/they too :3cc

Sorry I write longgg asks, I hope you don't mind. Btw should I have a sign off? I'm outta ideas, so if you've got any names, id love to hear them!!!!

U can hide in my asks until ur comfortable enough, its rlly fun talking 2 u though :3

I can't drive either :') I'm tryna learn how 2 though heheee

GREEN IS RLLY PRETTY :DD my favourite colour is grey btw :3 :000 WE HAVE THE SAME PRONOUNS, WE'RE TWINNING :sparkle:

Oooo u should go by smth like Rin or Ray, idk smth short but cool :]

[minorfamilysupremacy]

Hello! I’m sorry if I bother you. I just want to let these thoughts out of my head because as far as I know no one ever addressed this yet. But first of all, please excuse my poor english.

It’s about vegaspete hospital scene. It’s their first conversation:

P: Are you up?

V: For a while now. And where have you been?

At first, I thought that Vegas was up while Pete was opening the curtain. But his next sentence didn’t make sense. How did he know Pete wasn’t in the room before? Then it struck me that there are other clues in Vegas words.

‘For a while now’ means he’s woken up before Pete came in.

‘And where have you been?’ means when he woke up he didn’t see Pete in his room.

His hospital room was dark before Pete opened the curtain. But he could sense that someone was there. Then he realised that it was Macau sleeping on the couch.

(This part broke me) Then he was pondering ‘Of course Macau will be here. I only have Macau now.’ Maybe he didn’t even think that Pete would be with him there. No, he didn’t even dare to think, to hope, that Pete would be there as well. And after some time he accepted this fact, he maybe would close his eyes. Maybe not sleep because he’s already slept for so long. (Who stabbed invisible knife to my heart?)

But then he heard someone opened the door. He saw the silhouette (the room was dark). He knew it was Pete’s. Pete didn’t saw him. He went straight to put the food on the table and opened the curtain. Then he turned his back to look at Vegas only to find out that he has opened his eyes. That’s how their convo earlier finally makes sense.

I feel so stupid because I only realised it recently. It’s crazy how Vegaspete only got around an hour screen time but there are many hidden clues that we’re able to disclose.

Again I’m sorry if I was ranting here. Hope you also find it interesting and have a good day!

hi anon this has been sitting in my inbox since forever because every time i wanted to answer it i had to go lie down and stare into space for nine hours 

i wish i had something insightful to add but GOD the thought of vegas waking up and pete not being there makes me chew FURNITURE. the whole spectrum of emotions he goes through -- the relief, the worry, the hesitation, the attempts at stoicism -- and then the idea of him waking up and not seeing pete on top of that? i’m in hell thank u anon

[lgbtqlegends]

ava giving sara different types of massages, please?

hi anon!! thank u for the ask, n im so so sorry it's taken so long for me to answer!! i haven't been ignoring these asks, life's just been a lot lately n i haven't had much motivation or capacity to do them. but i'm hoping to get through the ~21 that are sitting in the inbox soon cause mod choco and i have smth really fun planned for the inbox afterwards!!

-it's no secret that sara's had a bunch of injuries throughout her life, so it stands to reason that old wounds would flare up from time to time and give her grief, and that ava obviously would want to help in any way that she could, so she starts getting really good at giving massages

-a lot of times after like rough missions or when any old injuries flare up, ava will bring out the really good lotions and massage oils and give sara a really good, deep back massage. it makes her relax so much and usually by the end of it, sara's like halfway to a really deep sleep for the night, and it sets her up for a really really restful night

-a lot of times during like, free time on the ship, the team will be hanging out n stuff, and if sara is sitting down while ava is still standing, then ava will just stand directly behind sara and idly give her little shoulder massages, not super deep or for any particular reason or anything, she just kind of absentmindedly does it as something to do with her hands

-sometimes sara gets really bad headaches or migraines, so when that happens, ava gives sara a really good neck and shoulder massage, just like really gets in there and puts pressure in the exact spots that sara needs it, and it helps relieve sara's headache/migraine so much, sara kinda just melts into it because it feels so good

-back when they still had ava's apartment in DC, sara sometimes would come home after a really long mission/a really long day or day(s), and just collapse on the couch with ava and lay her legs in ava's lap, for no real reason other than that just happened to be the way she dropped herself onto the couch, but ava made it a habit to massage her calves and her feet for a while, just to help her relax and ease the aching muscles. eventually though, everytime, sara would end up with her head laying in ava's lap while ava played with her hair and she pretended like she wasn't dozing off every 5 minutes

-whenever sara has a really bad/rough day and takes it out on some poor unfortunate punching bag, ava will usually find her in the gym working out her frustrations, her knuckles beginning to get pretty bruised and bloody, and in the softest voice, ava is always like "c'mere my love" and coaxes sara away from the punching bag, holds her hands still and massages them gently as a little unspoken way to remind sara to take care of herself and to take a break, so she'll just gently keep massaging sara's hands until she's lead them back to their bedroom where she's got their first aid kit ready to tend to sara's knuckles. it makes sara absolutely melt every single time, but she can never find the words to express how much that simple act means to her

hope this was what you were looking for anon and hope you enjoyed!! again, sorry it took an ungodly amount of time for me to finally actually answer it lol

[shoyostar]

we can wait as long as u need for the thoma fic :) and to answer my ask abt ur theme a little while back, yes im a big genshin fan! or was, idk i haven’t played in a bit cause i got too busy lol. but i have most characters except the fontaine ones, although my builds are trash (i mostly play with the same four/five guys and just look at the other ones) (by most characters i mostly mean 4 stars but i do have c2 klee and a decent amount of 5 stars, i just can’t live the whale lifestyle lol) - 💫

HI 💫 ANON!! GAH IT’S BEEN AWHILE SORRY YOUR ASKS HAVE BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX N I’VE BEEN STARING AT THEM LIKE . . . MEANING TO ANSWER BUT THEN I FORGET ToT

thoma fic has been on hold for awhile but i swear to promise it (clenches fist) cuz i didn’t write 5.2k just to throw my sweet boy away like that</3

n omg you’re so me, i quit genshin like RIGHT before sumeru came out so i have no idea what’s been happening w the game !! n my builds are awfulll i get terrible rolls on artifact pieces n cuz i use the same open world team for pretty much everything (klee, chongyun, venti + zhongli) ahhhhh,,,,

i used to be a bit of a whale but i’m more responsible now lol (i just stopped playing . . .)

n wow c2 klee? i have c1!! i kind of want to get more cons of her if possible but with my sporadic play schedule that’s not happening at all LOL, i have c1 venti n zhongli too n back when i played it used to be a running joke w my friends that i’d get c1 all archons (but i am unfortunately missing nahida and furina + only have c0 raiden shahsvuewhwh)

[yeonhours]

hey bella! It's been so long and we missed you and your fics. I'm so glad you're back. Hope you're doing well and How's uni? Looks like law school is as hard as med school hehe. And yeah the girl from nowhere is a literal master piece. People are seriously sleeping on it cuz it's a thai drama but like what do you think nanno is really? Is she like lucifer's kid or something? Idk that part is confusing but that's what makes it interesting. Sorry I'm blabbering lol. Btw do you remember the long request for a beomgyu fic about the niece and nephew? That was me hehe. Could you perhaps write it if you got time? No pressure tho I can wait. And I'd like to suggest you a fic cuz I just randomly came across it and it was so good.

omg hi my love <33 and yes it's been so hard since i have tests like almost on every next day and i can't really find time to sit and write something . I completed girl from nowhere too !! it was so fucking goof but the ending made me so mad though . She can be an immortal i mean we did see how she revived herself all the time so it makes sense that she has some extraordianry human power .

And also yes yes it has been in my inbox and i promise i will work on it <3 hope u have a great day anon thanks for engaging !!

[rat-that-writes]

hey if you’re taking headcanon requests, could you do the egos reaction to the other egos flirting with their partner (y/n) because the others dont know they’re in a relationship but the flirting isn’t returned by y/n (also your writing is really good and i always love it!!)

a/n: hi anon !! sorry idk how long this ask has been sitting in here bc for some reason the notifications for my inbox have broken lol. anyway this is a fantastic request thank u, hope u don’t mind that i included some of the hcs to be just any rando flirting with Y/N and not necessarily an ego! also ive started writing for engineer/space mark because he is the sweetest and i love him

tw: jealousy, some possessiveness, references to sex and violence, in damien’s one u kinda both hate actor sorry lol, t i n y bit of angst, sad yancy, illinois is the only reasonable person here

🖤Dark🖤

oh god oh lord whoever is flirting with you better run for the hills if Dark finds out

lets say Illinois tried a few pickup lines on you, called you a few cheesy nicknames

Dark overhears this and just teleports right beside you two

Illi is a little confused but doesn’t get the hint and keeps making conversation with you, and tries to with Dark

but the glare Dark gives him makes him a *little* afraid

and he gets even more afraid when Dark puts an arm around your shoulder and a kiss on your cheek

cue Illinois backing up a little, stuttering an apology to both of you as he quickly runs walks away

Dark is still frowning because hes a big babey who pouts when hes upset

its not that he blames you, he’s just secretly insecure about you leaving him because of the whole, yknow, possessed-void-demon-thing he has goin on

so you gotta give him a lil kiss to make him feel better

which then turns into a BIG kiss, then him pulling you closer to him by your waist, then a hand cradles the back of your head and he whisks you away upstairs so you can make him feel even better :)

💙Damien💙

poor little meow meow

imagine (actor) Mark flirting with you, flashing you a charming smile and kissing your hand

if it were anyone else, Damien would just kinda stand around all 😔👉👈 because hes way too shy to interfere

but if its Mark? oh FUCK no get away from my darling you fucking rat of a man

he comes up behind you, looking pissed at Mark. Mark has no idea why

so Damien just has to roll his eyes, take your hand, and lead you away because he kinda hates it when Mark talks to you anyway especially if he’s flirting

hes a bit of a diva so you have to reassure him you were equally disgusted at the situation, and take his face in your hands and tell him you love him

he just wants to cuddle now

babey

❤️Actor Mark❤️

F U CK

this man will SLANDER whoever tries to flirt with you

and honestly who would try ???? you guys are constantly all over each other so maybe they’re just a homewrecker idk

i cant really think of an ego who would if we’re still in WKM times, bc Damien is just too shy to flirt anyway

so just any random mf who comes into your vicinity and says anything remotely flirtatious will summon Mark

its like a sixth sense honestly

he just doesn’t want you to leave him for someone else, he can’t go through that again….

since he’s a needy little bitch (affectionate) he just immediately comes up to you and hugs you so tight, kisses all over, and tells you he loves you

“oh, sorry, didn’t see you there! this is my PARTNER, y/n. 😁😁😁😁😁”

yeah i think they got the hint

💛Illinois💛

hes been on the receiving end of an angry person telling him to get the fuck away from their s/o

so he’s not really inclined to make the other person feel bad about it, as long as they’re respectful

but if they make you uncomfortable?

hes not against fighting them oops

but if you don’t want him to, he’ll gladly just get you out of the situation and get u comfortable and feeling safe again

the most mature of the egos about the whole thing honestly

a good boy

gives you all the kisses you could ever want so you know how much he loves you

hes also scared of losing you, but you’ve stayed with him for this long so why would you leave now?

lots of cuddles afterwards

🤍Yancy🤍

also a big babey

but a TOUGH big babey

since hes trying to be on his best behaviour, he’ll refrain from stabbing them

for now

he just kinda stands there with his arms crossed lookin all 😠😤 but inside hes 😥😖 because he really doesn’t wanna chance someone taking you away from him

he loves you so much and you’re one of the only people who doesn’t judge him for his past

youre his sweetheart, his babydoll, his honey

and hes yours

eventually the person gets the hint when the glaring gets real intense and you touch Yancy’s hand to get him to calm down a bit

then when they leave the conversation, Yancy immediately engulfs you in a hug and buries his face in your shoulder

kiss him please, he deserves it

he may confess to having a bit of an overreaction afterwards but you tell him it’s okay and you just wanna cuddle

🚀Engineer Mark🚀

literally everyone wants your attention, you’re the captain

and Mark tries to not let it get to him, but some people could really try and be a little more professional

i mean he’s one to talk since hes dating his boss but whatever

most members of the crew just want you tell them they’re doing good and they’re being helpful, but some want uhhh a little more than words to show them how good they’re doing

that’s when Mark gets a little mad

okay, more than a little mad

hes the first to scold whoever tries to get unprofessional with you since hes second in command

and they listen, most of the time

but sometimes they don’t and it becomes uncomfortable for you

that’s when Mark gives them a real telling off

they might get threatened a little

he just wants to protect you so bad

hes just a big pubby who loves you and will not risk your relationship for anything

after everything’s dealt with he wants kisses and cuddles to make him feel a lil better

also a babey

[ohworm-writes]

hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

[drabbles-mc]

Courtesy Call

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: A "meet cute" with either EZ or angel where u are walking out of the gas station where the swole boys confrontation is taking place

Warnings: language, smoking, guns, Angel being a smartass

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote for this lovely, lanky man. This request has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I was really feeling it tonight. I tweaked it a little bit but I think it still flows really well. I hope you enjoy!! xo

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There were very few good or fun things about your job at the gas station. It was nice that your boss wasn’t around much—the last thing you wanted to deal with on top of shitty customers was a supervisor breathing down your neck. And sometimes, in the midst of all the lulls and in between the rude people who rolled in and out throughout the day, you got to see some interesting things. For better or worse, travelers were never boring.

You heard the rumble of motorcycles pulling into the lot. The noise was deeper, had a little more muscle to it than the bikes that commonly rolled through your spot. You peeked out the window to look at the gas pumps, and you couldn’t help but to raise your eyebrows in surprise when you saw the two men that were getting off their bikes and unclipping their helmets. If only the bikers in your area looked like that.

One of them started walking towards the door and you immediately set your phone down on the counter, trying to look at the man who had entered without making it too obvious. He perused the aisles for a couple minutes, although he didn’t really seem like he was going to pick anything out to purchase.

He approached the counter and you flashed him a smile, your customer service voice immediately kicking in, “What can I get for you?”

“Just a couple packs of smokes, please,” he pointed to the ones he wanted.

You nodded, “You got it,” you grabbed two packs and set them on the counter, but as he reached for them you didn’t remove your hand. He looked at you, confusion apparent on his face. You chuckled, “ID?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Really?”

You nodded, “Really.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed but there was still a smile on his face as he took his ID out of his wallet and handed it over to you.

You looked over it, nodded, and smiled as you handed it back, “Thank you, Angel.”

His smile shifted into a smirk of sorts, “You’re welcome, querida.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as you finished ringing him out. He flashed you a wink as he swiped the packs of cigarettes off the counter, “Have a nice day.”

You leaned forward onto the counter, watching him as he walked out, “You too.”

Once he was back outside you sat back down onto your chair, and even though you knew that you shouldn’t, that it was none of your business, you looked out the window to watch him talk with the other man that he had pulled in with. You watched as Angel placed a cigarette between his lips and you knew that you shouldn’t have found it as attractive as you did, but oh well.

Your quickly spiraling train of thought was derailed as you heard another set of motorcycles pull into the lot. You couldn’t stop yourself from sighing and rolling your eyes. The Swole Boys might’ve been local but it didn’t make you like or respect them. And it certainly never made them treat you any better, either.

You looked out the window and watched as they walked up to Angel and the other man, and you instantly became interested in how it was going to play out. You couldn’t hear all of what was being said at first, but you were certain that the men who had just rolled in weren’t being courteous, or smart.

The man that Angel had shown up with got off of his bike, and you found yourself walking out from behind the counter and going towards the door. You weren’t planning on going out there and putting yourself in the middle of it, but you wanted a better idea of what was going on. It was hard to hear from behind the counter.

You heard Angel’s voice, “Next time we’ll call the Slow Boys.”

Having the protection of the glass door was a godsend, because you weren’t able to stop the laugh that escaped you. No one ever talked to them that way, and you were thrilled that someone was stepping up to the plate and finally saying something.

The man next to Angel spoke up with a smirk tugging at his lips, “Sorry, he’s just picking up on the lack of cognitive energy comin’ our way.”

You found yourself covering your mouth with your hands as you laughed. Angel and his counterpart were clearly very pleased with themselves, both of them standing with a lot of confidence despite the mounting annoyance of the other bikers in front of them.

The Swole Boys started stepping closer and you saw Angel lean and grab something from his bag. Your eyes grew wide when you saw that he had a gun in his hand. It wasn’t raised, but you still didn’t know where this was going, if you were supposed to step in and say something. You didn’t get paid nearly enough to get shot on the job trying to protect a few douchebag gym-bros, but you didn’t want to say that you didn’t do anything. You saw that the gun was still at his side, so you stayed put and listened to the commentary he was providing. You had to admit it was amusing.

“Shut the fuck up!” Angel snapped and raised the gun, going back and forth pointing it at each of them.

Now the tension was a little too much for you to be completely comfortable with. You ahd no idea what you were going to do, but you couldn’t stand inside anymore. Silently, you slipped out the front door and stood on the sidewalk right in front of it, letting the situation play out a little more. Both Angel and the man with him spotted you, their eyes flicking over to you for a moment even though they didn’t say anything to you.

“You guys are an embarrassment,” Angel shook his head, gun still aimed at the men in front of him, “Now go climb on your homocycles and get the fuck out of here.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to let your shock be too present. You knew that it was still written all over your face, though. And the surprise only intensified when they actually backed off and went back to their bikes. They obviously wouldn’t have been able to go toe-to-toe with Angel and his friend, but on a different day they probably would have been stupid enough to try.

It wasn’t until the guys pulled away that Angel tucked his gun back into his bag and turned to look at you. the tough demeanor he’d just had completely fell away as he stepped a little closer to you.

“Sorry ‘bout all that,” he shook his head slightly.

You chuckled, “It’s fine. Just came out to make sure I wasn’t going to have to add hose blood out of parking lot to my to-do list.”

He laughed, “I would’ve at least stuck around to help with that.”

“No he wouldn’t have,” his friend said with a smile that would make anyone’s knees buckle.

“Man, shut up,” Angel shook his head with a laugh, “Don’t mind my brother—he was dropped on his head a couple times as a child.”

“By you?” you asked with a smile.

He held a finger up to his lips, “We don’t talk about it.”

You looked back and forth between them, crossing your arms over your chest, “You guys just roll into town to stir up trouble, or what?”

Angel shook his head, “Just passing through.”

“Sorry for the scene,” his brother said.

You shrugged, “All good. Not like we’ve got any customers to scare away.”

Angel laughed, “Right, right.”

“You guys should ride through more often,” you nodded towards the road, “Those guys don’t get told to shut the fuck up often enough.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Angel smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, “try to swing by and keep ‘em in line.”

You didn’t comment on it, but you could see Angel’s brother smiling and shaking his head as he watched the two of you interact. Clearly Angel was no stranger to chatting up girls that they came across in their travels. Still, this was the most interesting thing that’d happened to you since you started working at the shitty little gas station so long ago. Plus there was something about the look in Angel’s eyes that made you believe that he was an adventure that you’d be up for.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you smiled.

Angel chuckled as he took his phone out of his kutte and handed it over to you, “If you give me your number, I can give you a, uh, a little courtesy call next time I’m around.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you took his phone. For a moment you contemplated putting in a fake number, but going against whatever little alarm bells were going off in the back of your mind, you gave him your real one before handing the phone back over to him.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Let’s go, Angel,” his brother called from his bike with a laugh.

“Looks like you gotta go,” you nodded in the direction of their bikes.

“I’ll see you ‘round, querida,” he shot you a wink before turning to walk away.

“Try not to shoot anyone, boys,” you called after them with a laugh.

Angel smiled over at you as he clipped on his helmet, “No promises.”

[theringers]

V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox

The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it

Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc

Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:

Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)

Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that

Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together

Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff

Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)

Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too

Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category

Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster

George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together

Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out

Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high

Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic

Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him

Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy

Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf

Notable alums:

Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)

Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you

Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm

Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history

Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)

Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic

Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu

i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.

LOOK! AT! THIS!

f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon

i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas

to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby

PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)

[joycecarolnotes]

I challenge u to write as much as you can about Loki and Mobius's first kiss in the next 15 minutes

hi anon! sorry this has been sitting in my inbox - I got stressed that this had to be THE first kiss, the definitive version, until I realized I can always write more. anyway I was absolutely delighted to get this, thank you for sending it! hope you enjoy corny content 💙

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“Wait.”

“What’s wrong,” Mobius whispered kindly, so close Loki could feel his breath against his mouth. The patient look in his eyes was near unbearable, and Loki blinked his own as if to escape from it. He pressed his back into the hard edge of the bookcase.

It was late—was it late? Loki still wasn’t sure how time worked in the TVA. He didn’t know what passed for “late” here. He did know that, not for the first time, he and Mobius were the last awake and at work in the library, long after everyone else had turned in. Two of the things they had in common: a drive to accomplish their mission and a contemptuous relationship with sleep.

“Hey,” Mobius said, “I’m sorry if I misread something.”

“It’s not that.”

“Okay. So what’s wrong?”

Whatever it was they were doing—this courtly waltz, this dancing around each other, around this feeling, something Loki did not know and could not name—it seemed inevitable that he would poison it. 

Since he’d discovered the truth of his lineage, and the miserable time that came after that, Loki had been wary of touching anyone. Or at least of touching anyone he did not intend to hurt. He felt fated to cause harm, to bring ill to those who cared for him, to a touch that maimed and burned. Yet Mobius presented the confounding conundrum of someone who simply refused to accept that. 

“I’m not,” Loki gestured to his face. “You’ve seen my life, you know what I am.”

“I know.”

“And yet still you’d want to—”

Mobius interrupted, his hand pointedly on Loki’s wrist, under the cuff of his jacket. “You’re telling me that I could make out with you, you, Loki, who I’ve chased across timelines and eons, and who’s still better in person than anything I could’a dreamt up—”

“Well now you're just being dramatic.”

“—and you think I’d say no to all that?”

Mobius laughed. He leaned in again, smiling. Loki met his lips with his this time. Another thing they had in common, it turned out: they both kissed like they were starving for it.

[inkykeiji]

No thoughts. Only Dabi sending bimbo reader to go get cigarettes & you being gone for an HOUR. You don't pick up your phone. He's cursing up a storm as he pulls his boots, convinced you got lost AGAIN.

Cut to him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He knows you made it to the store, but he's walked all over & can't find you. He's called your friends. Called the league. Called your favourite hang outs. Your lack of a family was one of the things that brought you together. He has no leads. You've vanished...

His mind is racing with all the terrible possibilities of what could be happening to you. You're just SO dumb you'd easily be tricked into something nefarious. It's how he got you interested after all. It'd be so easy to for someone to hurt you. You're so fragile that you're basically a big dumb baby. His big dumb baby.

What the fuck is he supposed to do? Call the police? "LHello officer I know I'm a wanted serial killer but can we please focus on finding my emotional support bitch? He's tempted to call Keigo. He'd never hear the end of it but bird bastard is undeniably great as his job. His finger is on the button when...

"Hey baby, you're still up! Sorry I took so long! I ran into an old friend at the store & we were both hungry so we went for food. I got caught up & list track of ti-"

You're cut off by Dabi vaulting over the back of the couch in order to crush you to him. He's shouting, cussing... sobbing? He's making no sense & is he shaking? It's hard to make sense of anything with him squeezing the life out you.

"Baby, BABY! Calm down!" you manage to squeak out while struggling in his grasp, "Are you okay? What's going on?"

"Calm down?! Am I o- I THOUGHT YOU COULD BE DEAD YOU STUPID CUNT!" he rages, "I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN I THOUGHT I... I thought I lost you..."

His response is so simple, so direct. Lacking his normal caginess. Even you couldn't misunderstand him. A huge grin spreads across your face.

"Aaaw my baby was worried about me, because he loooves me." You tease, wrapping your arms around him & snuggling your face into his chest.

"I wasn't! I don't! Ugh.." He wants to protest but sighs realizing the futility. "Did you at least get my pack of smokes?"

"Oh no... I got a whole carton so won't run out so quickly! I got a six pack of beer too! Pretty sure you're running low..."

Goddamn it. Looking down at you beaming adorably up at him melts away all the stress from the night's event. He really does love you. Good thing you're too dumb to realize exactly how much. Good thing no one else would ever kno-

Well frankenbitch, this has been incredibly sweet, but I'm going back to sleep. Feel free to give your favourite hero a call the next time you're in trouble!

God. Damn. It.

#soft Dabi essay #just had to drop it in someone's inbox n.n

ANON I DON’T EVEN HAVE WORDS THIS JUST MADE ME SMILE SO BIG AHAHAHA IT WAS SOOOOOO CUTE and i also giggled out loud at “my emotional support bitch” ahahahahahaha yes yes yes aw anon thank u for blessing me with this <33

[carllisle]

imagine carlisle c.1920s (post-changing esme but neither of them are admitting their ✨feelings✨) overhearing his coworkers talking about how its weird he doesn't have a wife bc what is WITH that youngish handsome successful man being an eternal bachelor so then he panics and overcompensates like 'hello gentlemen lovely day isn't it you know who else likes lovely days? my WIFE that i definitely have at home who im married to' and then has to go home mortified and be like 'esme? can u do me a favour' and then BAM let the fake dating AU commence

this has been in my inbox for like. 2 weeks. and it lives in my mind rent-free. and i wanted to write a mini fic of this but make it ✨ angsty ✨ . thank U anon for my life!!! 

Esme looked up from the camera she had disassembled on the dining room table as she heard Carlisle’s car turn onto their mile-long drive. It was a complicated machine, the camera, and she was in the process of teaching herself how to take it apart and clean, and put it back together. Carlisle had bought it for her for no reason in particular and initially she had felt very guilty about the gift, but he had insisted that it brought him joy to be able to spend his money on her. He had too much of it, he said, to not spend it on something that made her happy. Shyly, she had accepted the gift. 

He was driving more quickly than usual. “Is he alright?” Esme asked aloud. Edward was practicing a complicated piece ni the next room and he would have heard her. 

“I’m not sure,” he answered quietly. “I think... something might be wrong.” But then he stopped playing and he laughed. 

“What is it?” she asked in surprise. 

“Oh, he'll tell you himself as soon as he gets in,” Edward chuckled, and he began playing again. 

Esme’s frowned and she stood up to greet Carlisle at the door. When he parked and came through the front door, she took his coat and hat from him as she always did. “Welcome home,” she said as she did every day, smiling warmly at him. 

“Hello Esme,” he replied, glancing at her and then looking away. He looked very nervous. “How was your day?”

“Very nice, thank you. I’m cleaning the camera and it’s taking quite a long time. I’m enjoying myself, though!”

“Good. That’s good.” He looked around as if searching for something, and then he stuck his head into the room where Edward was. “Hello. How was your day?” 

“Better than yours,” Edward answered, and Esme could hear the grin in his voice. “Why did you say that? Why on Earth did you say that?” 

“It just happened!”

“What happened?” Esme asked. She was surprised at the indignant tone Carlisle took with Edward. Carlisle glanced back at her and sighed. 

“Esme, I’m deeply sorry. I must ask a great favour of you.” 

“Anything,” she replied automatically. 

Edward appeared in the doorway, grinning. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“You don’t have to leave, surely!” Esme said in surprise. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry,” he assured her. 

“Stay, please,” Carlisle said. 

Edward laughed again. “Oh, no, I’m headed out. You don’t need an audience for this.” 

Carlisle pursed his lips in disapproval but Edward’s mind was made up. He kissed Esme’s forehead before leaving. She watched him go in bewilderment. “Carlisle, what-?” 

“I-” He looked down at his feet. “I truly apologise for what I am about to ask of you. I spoke without thinking and have put us both in a difficult position.” 

There was a long pause before she spoke again. “Let’s... let’s go sit down, perhaps?” 

He nodded and she led the way into the lounge where Edward had been playing his piano. She took her place in the window seat as usual, and Carlisle sat in the leather chair closeby. He crossed his legs and sat unusually still. Out of the three of them, he was best at playing human, and so it unnerved Esme now that the mask had slipped ever so slightly. She clasped her hands together tightly in her lap. “Please,” she said quietly. “Tell me.” 

“I... I don’t know where to begin.” 

“Anywhere. The middle. The end. I don’t mind.” 

Carlisle took in a deep breath. “I have been invited to dinner by the chief of staff next week. It’s expected that I go.”

Esme was confused. “That... sounds promising.”

He couldn’t hold her gaze. “And it is expected that I will be accompanied by you.”

“By me?” As far as she was aware, no one knew she existed. Although they were relatively new to the city, she was still young and not ready to join human society again, and they had decided that Edward and Carlisle would present themselves as brothers, and Esme simply would not exist. No humans would need to come to the house, and she would not appear in public. It was perfect, for now. “Why?” 

“I... my colleagues are under the impression that I have a wife.”

Her eyes went wide. “Why?”

“Because I told them that I was married.” 

Esme felt herself turn to stone. She did not know if she was angry or upset or both, but whatever it was, was overwhelming. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. I overheard two colleagues talking about how strange it was that I was unmarried, and then they made some ghastly comment about myself and one of the nurses and I couldn’t bear for them to talk like that and so when I spoke with them I- I said I was ready for the day because... because my wonderful wife had made the best pancakes I had ever had for breakfast and- and-! I don’t know what came over me. By lunchtime word had got around and the chief of staff invited me and my wife for dinner and I had to say yes because, well, he's the chief of staff! And I couldn’t say no!”

Esme missed weeping. Every word hurt more than the last. She loved him with all of her heart and she wanted more than anything to be his wife. But not like this. Not as a charade. To pose as Edward’s wife would make her laugh, it would be like playing dress-up as a child, entertaining and funny, but Carlisle’s? To act out a fantasy that she would never truly live? That was cruel. 

“-and I know that you do not have much experience around humans but I thought that perhaps we could go into the city for a walk around one of the parks and you could see how you feel, and we could go for drives in residential areas so you can grow accustomed to the sound and-! Esme?” 

She looked up at him, stricken. “Yes?” 

“Can you forgive me?” 

It felt far too soon for that when his words had not even begun to sink in yet, but she could not deny him anything. “There is nothing to forgive,” she lied. It didn’t feel like a lie, though. “You were preserving the dignity of a woman you work with. That’s admirable.” 

“I have wronged you. I have trapped you.” 

“Not at all. But I fear I will not be ready to face a room full of humans by next week. I’m sorry.”

He watched her, troubled by her expression. “I... of course.” 

“But,” she added, not meeting his gaze, “perhaps in the not so distant future I will be. Perhaps, in time, I can pretend to be your wife.” She didn’t know why she said it. Maybe it was that a fantasy was better than the reality of her never holding him as her husband. Maybe it was that she couldn’t bear to let him down. Whatever it was, it hurt. But she quickly realised, as she saw his frozen expression melt into a smile, that to please him felt better than anything else in the world.