#i never talk about him ever bc he's so rent free in my head i forgot i need to

[ma-lark-ey]

i don't wanna do real oc intro posts because that's cringe (kill the cringe monster in your head though. i just dont wanna do intros).

Instead i'm gonna post real facts about each of them & one lie for funsies. play along if you want idfc or dont do whatever you want forever. im holding this post hostage. im color-coding them for sillies.

cameron 'zee' dai - honest to god one time forgot their name and had to ask their boyfriend - hasn't cut their hair in four years for no reason other than they keep forgetting to - accidentally made an entire class of his act college think he was trans

averitt lewis - once learned to hot wire a car just to see if he could figure it out - named his kid basil & says it the british way on the petty reason of his mother telling him nature names were bad - came out as trans by simply Referring To Himself As A Man until his parent caught on.

deuce lantzy - regularly tells his brothers & friends diabolical ways to subtly get back at shitty partners (i.e using a mist spray bottle full of milk on all of their furniture) - dropkicked averitt the first time they met - insisted he'd never have pets until he found a stray kitten hiding under his apartment complex's bushes and went 'fuck i'm a father now' and named her anathema

alexis hernandez - refuses to let people call him 'parental' out of spite - has not cracked the egg. will one day though. a woman sits in that brain somewhere, i know it - is probably legally blind but won't get tested

alex taylor 'a.t' park - has been acquitted for a manslaughter charge in his lifetime. regularly makes jokes about it, to his brother's chagrin. - learned to play hockey in high school - has never said a normal thing in his entire life. the king of 'out of pocket, a.t'

bailey park - is a twitch streamer. - allergic to cats, despite having a cat - said cat is an orange cat named garfield--- after beast boy of the teen titans. he forgot garfield the cat existed until after he'd named the cat

rylie jones - half convinced everyone except the park twins are in a polycule. - was successfully fooled for several months into thinking the park twins were the same person. this con was alex's idea. bailey was an unwilling accomplice - has been in love with averitt since middle school, will continue to silently be in love with averitt, and has been pulling a riza hawkeye about it for YEARS.

im gonna oc post and y'all are just gonna have to cope with that

[daylighted]

baby!reader deadass lives in my head rent free. thank you for your service

U ARE SO WELCOME 😭 BABY!READER TAKING OVER THE DAHLIAVERSE RN. lemme entertain the ppl again with her but just a lil as i'm multitasking atm.

baby!reader mansplaining to dean how to fix the car he has to work on

like how men do with girls thinking they simply cannot know how to fix a car because they are literally pretty princesses with no coherent thoughts ever

but it's baby!reader explaining it to dean bc yes dean you do know what you're doing but i know it better

OR BETTER: baby!reader explaining it to brash and gruff mechanics when dean can't fix the car himself

too far from any bunker or bobby's place or anything to do it himself so he has to take it to a shop and he's alr pissy

but then he sees u getting talked down to just bc u are a pretty girl and HE'S ABOUT TO STEP IN. BC U ARE SOOOO PRETTY BUT U COULD TALK CIRCLES AROUND THESE PEOPLE

AND U ARE TOO SWEET TO NOTICE THAT THESE MEN ARE SAYING ALL OF THESE THINGS TO PICK ON YOU

but he never ever should doubt u because there u go, stepping right up to those mechanics and telling them that they're purposely using watered down oil to get dean to bring the car back and charge twice

bc of course u can tell when oil is watered down. u were a car. u know car things.

and dean is SO willing to step back and let u put these men in their place bc really. ..... it's so sexy he's so weak for a powerful woman in a leather jacket </3

btw he does get u a shirt. it's his shirt. it's a band tee he doesn't wear anymore except to sleep. u love it so much.

AND AND AND. ON TOP OF THIS I HAVE TWO BIG CIRCLING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD ABT THEM RN SO LET ME.

sometime between now in the timeline ( i am literally making up the timeline as we go ) and the first kiss ( WHENEVER OR HOWEVER IT MAY BE 😭 )

dean tells u that u were his first love. bc hello every car guy's first love is his first car

and u are literally so excited it's crazy

like "STOP it. stop it!" GIGGLING KICKING UR FEET

BC U KNOW WHAT !!! DEAN WAS UR FIRST LOVE TOO !!!

AND WAS HE HALF JOKING? YES. BC NO ONE IS ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH THEIR CAR. BUT U LOVEEDDDD HIM U LOVED HIM !!!! AND NOW HE'S LIKE OH FUCK. HIS BABY LOVES HIM ???

HE PROMPTLY WILL IGNORE ALL OF THOSE BUTTERFLIES AND TRY TO OVERSIMPLIFY IT LIKE "well that makes sense the only other 2 ppl who had u were my dad and granddad and :/ not a good pool!"

but u know what. u would have loved him no matter who he was in relation to u. but u aren't gonna tell him that. at least now when he could expect it. u gotta catch him off guard.

i be like "let me keep this short" and "i'm multitasking" and then make something long asf. LMFAO. BUT THEY'RE IN MY HEAD !!! if u want any of these into a full fic i literally will do it. i cld be talked into it with a simple word of affirmation literally.

[misssilversunny]

Incel shiggy kidnaps idol reader

Or rents lookalike idol reader (and he does what he wants with her bc this is the closest hell ever get) (then gives a fat check accompanying his fat load)

God, so many thoughts… head in hands rn/pos

Couldn���t decide on which one I like more, so here’s both kinda. Part two to this. Also, I’m assuming that by lookalike, you mean a sex worker who cosplays as the reader? I hope this is to your liking!

MDNI

CW/TW: Implied Kidnapping, Shigaraki is an incel so his opinions of sex workers are Not Great, I’m very new to writing smut

Shiggy tries hiring lookalikes but they never compare to you. You’re pure, a saint- no, goddess among men. These whores simply use your likeness to make a quick buck off of filthy nobodies like him. But sometimes a toy isn’t enough.

He hires one he finds on a porn site. They’re a convincing lookalike, even going so far as to mimic your voice. Even though you don’t talk like that. She laughs at a subpar joke he made, her laugh high and shrill, closer to a shriek than your angelic voice.

He brings her home while everyone else is out or in their rooms. He’s already been flamed by Dabi for spending so much on chicks that look like you, just thinking about it pisses him off.

He drags her into the room by her arm, ignoring her whining about his grip. When they get to his room, he tosses her on the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock without looking at her.

She has on a pair of themed panties with little bows on them. She says her “best friend” got them for her. They’re themed after that damn boy idol group. Specifically, the boy who’s constantly touching you or making you laugh. That little shit has no fucking right being pressed up against your cunt, themed underwear or not.

Shigaraki turns her panties to dust, kneeling down until he’s face to face with her pussy. He shoves his face in, licking her slit and plunging his tongue into her hole. He wanted to practice before the real thing. He knew that one day you would be his, and he needed to be sure that he was your best. Plus, he found that he actually enjoyed eating pussy. He knew once you two were together, he’d be buried between your thighs 24/7.

He sped up his tongue as her moans got louder, circling her clit and tapping it before going back to her soaked hole. She sounded fake at first, but soon her voice became genuine as her orgasm approached.

Shigaraki flipped her onto her back before dropping back to his knees. He showed no mercy, sucking her clit into his mouth and licking it in tighter circles as his fingers plunged inside of her. With one final suck, her thighs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed into her.

He forces her legs apart as he lines himself up and fully sheathes himself in one harsh thrust. Her legs clamp around him as he sets an unforgiving pace. His dick has an extreme upward curve, and his position keeps hitting her g-spot without even trying.

She’s teary eyed at this point, begging him for more. He grabs her thighs and pushes them until her knees are by her ears, leaning down until their breaths were mixing.

He leans further and licks a stripe up her throat, biting just below her jaw. "Gonna breed this nasty cunt. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, lips pulled into a sneer.

“Yes, Ohmyfuckinggod please cum in me. I need it please oh my god oh fuck." Just another way she wasn’t you. You’d beg him to pull out. But it didn’t matter. He was too close to complain.

With a final cry into the musky air, her cunt clamps down on his cock. He groans, his hips stuttering as he presses himself flush with her hips, spurting out rope after warm, thick rope of cum into her pussy.

He stays inside for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching the globs roll out of her abused cunt. He doesn’t snap a picture, instead leaving $1,500 on the nightstand next to her before leaving to clean himself up.

He’s scrolling on his phone a little while later when he sees you’ve posted to your Twitter again. Your group is going to be returning to the city in three weeks and holding a concert the day of their return. You’re posting about how you can’t wait to be reunited with your beloved pet cat and sleep in your bed again.

Shiggy gets tickets to the concert and decides to follow the car the group came in to your house. After everyone has gotten to their homes, you are dropped off last at a fancy looking apartment. Shiggy watches you enter the building and watches the windows to see which light turns on.

You’re high up, but that doesn’t deter him.

He walks into the building, trying his best to not draw attention to himself as he climbs the stairs. He reaches your floor with great effort. He really should exercise more. He leans on the wall next to the elevator to catch his breath.

While he’s standing there, a guy in a Pizza Hut uniform walks out of the elevator, looking around.

“Hey, do you live here?” He asks, tilting his head. Shigaraki stiffens, trying to not look guilty.

“I’m trying to find room 816. Someone ordered a pizza, garlic bread, and soda. Big soda too, they must have a pretty severe sweet tooth.” He continues, trying to make small talk. Shiggy pushes himself from the wall, motioning for the man to follow. He leads him to a supply closet on the floor, pushing him inside when he hesitates. He snatches the boxes in his hand, placing it on a shelf.

“Wait, what the fuck?” The delivery man turns to Shigaraki, “Nice prank, ha-ha. Now where is Room 81-“

Shigaraki grabs the man’s neck, careful to avoid his clothes. The man’s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates before shooting to Shigaraki’ wrist, desperately trying to claw his hand off like a rat in a glue trap. With a pitiful gasp, he crumbled to dust, leaving just his clothes.

Shigaraki emerged from the closet a few minutes later and approached your door, knocking. You opened the door clad in only a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized top, flashing him a smile.

“Ah! My order! Thank you! Come in and place it on the table, I’ll get the money!”

[justiceforjumin]

So, you know in that infamous chat on Day 7 between the MC, Jumin and Zen, where Zen is freaking out bc Jumin is being lowkey horny in the groupchat ? Yeah, so, there's kind of a huge detail that was lost in the English version. At one point, Zen tells Jumin to take MC back home and adds "don't be pervy and make her stay", to which Jumin replies "Don't assume that all men are like you. But more than that, what do you mean 'pervy' ? I never had such intentions. What in the world is inside your head !"

...only to completely contradict that like 2 texts later (if the MC says she's glad he's not denying the fact that he did indeed have thoughts™, which again, is really weird to have as an option after Jumin supposedly says he "never had such intentions") by saying he's been having inappropriate thoughts ever since MC arrived.

Well. That's because that's not what he tells Zen in the Korean version. He doesn't say "I never had such intentions". This is how this part of the conversation actually goes.

Zen : Hurry up and take her home! This is an inappropriate hour to be with a lady! MC : I don't mind staying, though? Jumin : If MC wants to stay, then she can stay. Zen : What are you talking about? Even if she wants to stay, a real man should escort her home. Jumin : Why should I force her to leave? Zen : Because you're a man. Jumin : You shouldn't assume all men are like you. But more importantly, why do you keep calling it an "inappropriate hour"? Do you have inappropriate thoughts only after a certain time? I wonder what's going on in your head.

Jumin isn't wondering what kind of thoughts Zen is having. He knows. No, the thing he doesn't understand is why Zen keeps acting like men are supposedly only having thoughts™ after a certain time and that's really weird to him. And I swear ever since I played that chat in Korean, it's been living in my mind completely rent-free.

[hikakaomybeloveds]

✨️my favorite hitachiincest moments✨️

these ridiculous homos (affectionate) are living rent free in my head and i *need* to rant abt them, so without further ado, here are my favorite hitachiincest moments, in episode order! ohshc spoilers abound, etc., etc.

warning for a LOT of yap about my favorite brother kissers below the cut

ep. 4

the fucking. the basketball AU scene. THE BASKETBALL AU SCENE. they took an extremely homoeroticized genre of anime and plopped the twins into it with immense amounts of romantic tension and i'm just supposed to be, like. completely fine???? well i am not fine. i am in fact writing basketball player! hitachiin twins hitachiincest fanfic in my head as i type this.

ep. 5

THE ADMISSION THAT THEY SLEEP IN THE SAME BED. THESE BOYS ARE, WHAT? 15, 16ISH YEARS OLD? AND HIKARU IS TALKING ABT HOW KAORU SLIPS INTO BED W/ HIM EVERY NIGHT BC NEITHER ONE LIKES SLEEPING ALONE. Y'ALL. *Y'ALL*.

THE FACT THEY WERE FAKING THEIR WHOLE FIGHT. honey mentions he's known them since pre-school and they've never fought, and once they actually do, THE FIGHT ISN'T EVEN REAL.

the fact that they do the whole "brotherly love" bit when they apologize abt what they said to each other when they were "fighting" but there are literally NO guests around. like. these boys absolutely just enjoy the ridiculousness and performativity of making their relationship look like that lmao

ep. 7

no hitachiincest moments here for me, but i am putting an honorable mention for honey and mori. like. this was so their episode, guys. (i ship them too, which should be a surprise to absolutely no one)

ep. 12

again, no hitachiincest here bc the universe hates me ig, but another honorable mention for honey and mori. like. *them*. *their dynamic*. aughhhh akdrjwgwusjags *THEM*

ep. 14

this episode has what is singlehandedly my favorite "brotherly love" moment in the entire anime. like. that shot of kaoru's neck as hikaru tilts his chin up will live rent-free in my mind forever.

ep. 15

the start of this episode. oh my god. THE START OF THIS EPISODE. sleepy kaoru in bed with hikaru trying to wake him up. both of them in bed shirtless. kaoru DRAPING HIMSELF OVER HIKARU AS HIKARU ANSWERS THE PHONE. i- dear lord they starved us hitachiincest shippers for a bit but by GOD did they make up for it

"i guess you guys really are always together" "always" HIKARU. HIKARU YOU CAN'T BE DOING THIS TO ME.

hikaru's reaction after kaoru gets hurt!! it's just a minor scrape but hikaru is so worried abt him!! the "don't scare me like that"! HIKARU'S HEAD RESTING ON KAORU'S CHEST!

the scene after that, where they're alone in their room in the bed and breakfast and hikaru is actively SHAKING because he's so scared abt what could've happened to kaoru, and kaoru reassures him that he's fine, and everything's okay. like. my god. i love them sm

ep. 20

i love this episode if only bc we get twin lore. like. i love their lore sm. ALSO. the usage of the word "twisted" in regards to them meaning both "wrapped together/entwined" AND "abnormal"? like YES. they ARE twisted and i'm obsessed with it!!

ep. 21

when hikaru and haruhi get trapped together and hikaru's first thought after complaining about them being trapped was "where's kaoru, i *have* to find him", freaking out enough about where he was to literally immediately start trying to escape the net so he could go find him!!! like!! we're in the middle of the codependency arc and this man STILL cannot stop. (and i love him for it)

them reuniting!! kaoru blushing the second he sees hikaru!! the hug!! the fact that hikaru was so worried abt finding kaoru he LOST HARUHI?? like!! no one will ever be as important as kaoru to him and that 👏 is 👏 a 👏 fact 👏

KAORU'S FACE WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HIKARU SPED OFF TO FIND HIM. LIKE. THAT MAN IS *THINKING*. HE HAS SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS.

KAORU'S LINE ABOUT HOW "EVERYTHING'S FINE" BECAUSE HIKARU RAN TO HIM. HE'S STARTING TO REALIZE HE DOESN'T WANT TO LOSE HIKARU TO HARUHI. THAT HE STILL CARES ABOUT HIM IN THE SAME WAY AS ALWAYS AND CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE HIM.

kaoru's face when he sees hikaru walk off with haruhi. that is not the face of someone who is happy or likes what's happening!! he's upset!! he doesn't want to do this!! but he's sacrificing himself and his feelings so that maybe, just maybe, hikaru can be happy without him one day!

how kaoru says himself he's not sure what he'll do once hikaru realizes he wants to do things alone!! he doesn't know what'll become of him without his brother!! maybe he doesn't *want* to know, because he's scared of losing hikaru! he wants things to stay the same, but he also wants so desperately for hikaru to have someone other than him, and a life outside of their little bubble! he's self-sacrificing for hikaru!!!

ep. 25

i am probably looking too deeply into this but. i believe that comment from kaoru abt how just because he and hikaru are twins doesn't mean they'd both be good drivers is like. the first time in the whole show he acknowledges, AROUND/TO HIKARU, that they're different people. like. guys. guys CHARACTER GROWTH

aaandddd...

that's everything!

if u made it this far, ty for listening to my rant abt my favorite gay twins of all time <3

expect more hikakao from me bc i will never get over these two

[thebearer]

no but i love your writing! ever since i watched s1 and 2 last weekend because of a youtube ad, i peaked in the carmy tag and was a surprised to see the amount of stories carmy had! would love a scenario where he’s married to a sassy, take no shit type of reader sim to natalie. his wife legit could work with him for all i care. but for whatever reason he does something w/o checking in— he prolly just forgot. she finds out and confronts him hella pissed (could be at family or during restaurant prep idc) and she says “oh, if carmen said it was cool.” not even carmy the full government name bro 😭. p much how natalie articulated it 🤣. can’t remember the ep but in early season 1 when marcus blew the fuse you can also include slick commentary from richie (and fak) if you’d like! tysm in advance 🥰. also if you don’t me me asking, do you have name/alias on this blog? what we can call you? enjoy your week

- 🥣

yes yes yes ahhhhh! he definitely needs someone who keeps him in line but walks that fine line where he can also keep them in line (bc dom!carmy is living in my heart rent free forever lol). also you can call me e if you'd like :) thank you for your sweet words! i hope you have a good week, and hope you enjoy this!

"What's this?" You ask Sydney, looking at the new box being unloaded from the truck- big and bulky in a crate, far too large to be a produce shipment.

"Uh, I think it's the new glassware for the bar." Sydney looked at her clipboard, back at you carefully.

"Glassware? What new glassware. We haven't picked that out yet." You frowned, looking at the crate carefully.

"Oh, well, it was in Carmen's notes for the day, so... I think that's the only shipment we have. Unless the hostess stand came early, which would be amazing, but you-" Sydney stopped her ramblings, seeing your soured expression. "You know what? Never mind, uh, ignore me. I'm just...Carmen's with Sugar and Richie in the back if you want to ask him."

"Thanks, Syd." You muttered, ripping the bell open with a shrill before bounding towards the back. You could hear them before you saw them, a familiar chorus of chatter and rising voices.

"Hey, so what's the delivery out front?" You ask, not bothering to wait for them to acknowledge you. If you did, you'd never talk, they all talked over each other.

"The new glasses for the bars." Sugar turned, smiling softly at you. "How are you doing?"

"Good." You muttered, eyes cutting to Carmen. "We haven't ordered new glasses yet."

"Uh, well, I thought you liked the ones from last week, angel." Carmen's eyes were bulged, clearly flustered.

"I said I liked them for basics, but I needed you to confirm a drink menu." You glared at him, arms crossing over his chest.

"You can't put the drinks in that?" Carmen asked, hand flying out towards the hall.

"Not if you want the specialty, no." You huffed. "Carmen, I told you to wait just a few days and we could get them at the wholesale market. The textured ones for the signature at least."

"Uh-oh," Richie muttered, snickering to Fak.

"Can you not use the glasses I got?" Carmen sighed.

"I can, but did you get enough? And did we decide if the signature is going in a whiskey glass or a cylinder one? Did you order double of those?" You lifted a brow, taking a step towards him. Richie and Nat watched, heads turning from you and Carmen like a tennis match.

Carmen paused, running a hand down his face. "N-No, but-"

"-So what are you going to do when we open and you run out of drinks, huh? When everyone orders the signature and it comes in different glasses? You think those travel groupie influencers won't notice? Won't post about it and make it a big fucking deal?" You countered.

"Then we'll figure it out!" Carmen huffed. "Look I gave the order to Richie, and-"

"-Hey, no fuckin' way cousin. You gave me your order." Richie held his hand up. "Sweetheart, Carmy said it was good so I just placed the order."

"Well, if Carmen said it was good, then it must be, right? He's the fucking boss." You snarl, glaring at Carmen furiously. "Seems like you've got it under control, Carm, so I'll leave it to you." You turn on your heel, furiously stomping away.

Richie and Fak wait until they hear the slam of the office door, to release their cackles. "Oooh! Cousin, you are in the fuckin' dog house now." Richie laughed, Fak's chorus of barks emphasizing his statement.

"Shut up, ok? Just shut the fuck up." Carmen growled, running a hand through his hair.

"Carmy, why wouldn't you ask her before you ordered? She's your mixologist." Nat sighed, shoulders heavy with disappointment.

"Also your girlfriend." Sydney added, poking her head in. "I told you to wait. Just saying."

"Thank you, alright, thank you all for your fuckin' helpful words." Carmen snapped. "Just... Nat, make sure they get all that shit set up right, ok? Make sure the dishwasher fucking works before we're open, please."

The office door was shut, and Carmen hesitated, reaching for the knob anxiously. He wasn't sure if he should knock- I mean, fuck, this is his office but... you were already so mad at him. Knuckles rapping on the door, he didn't wait for the invite in- knowing he'd never get one.

Carmen found you, sniffling in a furious pout in the corner, body angled away from the door. "Baby-" Carmen started with a sigh, shoulders falling gently at your upset state.

"-Don't." You snap, wiping your eyes. "Don't even start with me, Carmen." The way you say his full name sounds so bitter, too formal and full of malice to be from you.

"I-I'm sorry. I thought we agreed on it, and-and Richie was pressuring me and... And you're right. I shouldn't have made that decision without you, and I'm sorry." Carmen said slowly, waiting for your gaze to meet his, angry, wet, waterline.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." You agreed bitterly, wiping your eyes. "I get this is your restaurant, Carmen, but don't ask for my help if you're just gonna do what you want anyways. That's-That's not nice."

"I know." Carmen nodded slowly, approaching you with the caution he would a wild animal. "I want your help. I do, and-and I like your idea that the house drink goes in the special glass. Makes it stand out."

You lifted your gaze up to his. "Yeah?" You asked, he nodded, sitting next to you. "Did you blow your budget?"

"No," Carmen shook his head, not a total lie. Fak had been able pull some strings with the new stoves, turns out he did have a guy. It left a little over five thousand left over.

"We could go to that place, if you want to. Go look and see if they have the glasses. Get a rough estimate of about how many we'd need." Carmen offered, his hand cupping your thigh gently, thumb rubbing over your leg in soothing circles.

"As long as Sydney or Nat does the numbers and not you." You snorted lightly, rolling your eyes at him.

He laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, I'll get Sugar to run 'em, alright? Then we can go. Call it an early night."

You beamed at the idea, letting him slide in next to you, melting into your side. "That sounds good." You hummed, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

"I-I'm real sorry I didn't as you ." Carmen muttered. "That was shitty."

"Yeah." You sighed in agreement. "I just... I want to be included in things." You asked, looking up at him sweetly. "Not everything, but-but at least the things that apply to my area."

"I know." Carmen nodded, his hand catching your cheek softly. "I'll let you handle it next time, alright? I trust your opinion."

"You don't have to do that-"

"-No, you're right, I don't. But-But I want to." Carmen nodded. "I know you're lookin' out for the best in this place just like I am."

[princessbrunette]

IDK about anyone else but farmland!jj lives RENT FREE in my head. image after yall run away together (cause your parents would never approve of you and JJ cause everyone knows him as the big bad scary man) and he gets to come home after working so hard all day to seeing you cook dinner for him in your little sundress:(((((((!!!!!!!

-🪞

i was waiting for someone to bring up farmhand!jj bc i always wanna talk about him <333

♡₊˚ 🧸・₊✧

jj saving up so the two of you can finally move into your own farmhouse far from anything you’ve ever known !! the house is rickety and old hence why it went for so cheap, so jj spends all day fixing it up, fixing up the barn and the fences. the two of you spend days out in the town, the blonde letting you pick out the cattle n chickens you want, swindling the seller n talking his way into a cheaper price for the two of you to build your life with !!

loves to come in from a long day of working outside, pinkish brown across his nose, shirt and jeans dusted with mud as well as his boots that you urge him to leave at the door (and he always forgets !!) you’re fixing up his plate in your thin little strappy sundress with nothing underneath, fresh after washing yourself n he can barely focus on the food!

“as good as that food looks i could eat you up right now, babydoll.” he approaches you for a kiss, rough hands sliding up to grope your tits through the thin material and humming against his mouth. he always gets you soaked without trying, proving himself a real man to you every day. that’s why you let him have you whenever he wants, because he deserves it after working so hard !! just makes you want his babies so bad !! but maybe it’s too soon !!

♡₊˚ 🧸・₊✧

[mistermalaprop]

Asks about Crosshairs, eh?

...

How did you discover the existence of Crosshairs?

Do you have Bayverse Crosshairs as a toy or smth

Why is he green

If you could insert Crosshairs into any transformers show where he is not there, what show would it be?

You know I could ask this not anonymously. But I choose not to cause I'm evil. AHAHAHAHAHA YOU SHALL NEVER KNOW WHO I AM!!

I know it’s you Bee >:3

ALSO I TRIED TO ANSWER THIS ONCE AND IT FUCKING CRASHED SO RAAAA IM SORRY IF THE ANSWERS ARE SHORT IM PISSED OFF—

1) I watched Age of Extinction in 2014 as a tiny 8 year old and I was never the same since. I forgot his name (bc I’m deaf and couldn’t understand dialogue) and so he just lived in my head rent free for years until I rewatched it, remembered his name, then looked at the wiki… and here we are :)

2)

Just this diecast car model of his Corvette mode!!! I picked him up as one of my first ever TF figures, so he hangs out on the other shelf. Thinking of picking up his studio series toy though…

3) I dunno man but I like it

4) for G1 exclusively I would say the WFC Trilogy just because he and Pinpointer had toys in that Siege line, and Earthspark :)

(I have an incredibly stupid AU idea of Target/Headmasters in ES but I’ll only talk about it if people gaf)

for Bayverse then I’d say RID 2015 (like my Stranded AU but less angsty and he’d hang out with Drift bc THAT Drift is based off the Bayverse one) or Animated, because I’ve seen art of him in the Animated style for years now.

for either-or, I would say Cyberverse, because that’s funny as hell. He’d make a great background cameo. Either design or a mix of both…

Thanks for the questions~~ I had fun answering them <3

[scekrex]

Hi, so this would start with Adam being a fallen angel or demon(up to you) and a months had pass and Adam is getting the hang of redemption, he's still a bitch though(a badass bitch tho). Lucifer and Adam had gotten closer like apologizing to each other like( Lucifer for stealing both of Adam's wives and Adam for trying kill Charlie and all that)So, Lucifer being Lucifer he falls, falls hard and fast, while Adam is being his sassy, bitchy, and oblivious self in the face of Lucifer's feelings. Adam also has feelings for Lucifer, but he's cautious not wanting to ruin what he has right now. So Adam and Lucifer hang out and some demon or even better(worse in my opinion) Valentino takes interest in Adam. Lucifer, self proclaimed, Big Boss of Hell, threatens Valentino, while being a possessive bastard in the process(I find that hot for some reason🤷🏽‍♀️). As Lucifer is threatening Valentino, he accidentally reveals his feelings toward Adam, and slipped up with calling Adam, Hell's Queen, most importantly Lucifer's Queen.

Nah but possessive men are fucking hot and I love them (key to my heard, I swear) also I wasn't feeling comfortable calling Adam the queen of hell, so I switched it up to king, hope that's fine!

Fallen

pairing: adamsapple

warnings: language & Val

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam had fallen deep, deeper than he had ever imagined.

Not only had he been killed by the smallest one, no he had also been locked out of heaven for good. Heaven had closed its gates for him, that was what Lucifer had told him when the now newborn sinner had asked for a meeting with Sera. Lucifer had also said that they would not speak to Adam, nor would they discuss the option of his redemption in the future, according to them Adam had dug his own grave.

The only reason that there weren't sinners chasing the former angel through all seven circles of hell was Lucifer's daughter Charlie.

Once Adam had been reborn, he had found himself in front of the Hotel’s entrance. And to be honest? Living somewhere rent free without the fear of dying at any given time just because some fuck-ups wanted to see him dead sounded pretty good to Adam. He was often found around Lucifer, not because the brunette liked the devil, but because he was the most tolerable out of the group. Lucifer and Adam had been constantly picking fights, sometimes they even threw hands at each other and yet they continued to surround themselves with each other.

It had taken Adam a good while to come to terms with the fact that hell wasn't forever and that redemption might actually be a thing. So he started to change some things. Instead of calling Angel a ‘stupid whore' he actually used his name, he tried to act somewhat decent towards Vaggie, he even enjoyed Charlie's weird bonding exercises sometimes. Alastor was another deal though, the former angel never really let the radio demon live down the fact that Adam himself would've been able to very easily kill him. Niffty was someone Adam strategically dodged whenever he could, that quirky little beast scared him more than death itself did.

“Y’know,” Lucifer started the conversation, a bottle of cheap booze in his hand as he and Adam were hanging out at the bar in the hotel lobby. “I don’t think I ever apologized for stealing your wives - well ex wives,” the devil continued as he carefully watched Adam out of the corner of his eye. He had meant to get that off his chest for a while now. Adam blinked, once, twice, then he shrugged, “I mean, they probably would've fucking cheated on me with someone else sooner or later, I’m actually kinda glad it was so soon.” Lucifer simply hummed at that, knowing Adam was probably right. A sigh came from the brunette and the devil turned his head to face the former angel as he spoke, “I’m glad I didn't kill your little brat,” he nodded towards the girl, she was sitting on the couch with Angel, they were talking about only God knew what, “She’s pretty fucking hard core, takes that redemption shit serious ‘n’ is willing to risk a fucking lot for it, gotta respect that amount of determination.” That was probably the closest thing to an apology Lucifer would ever get from Adam, but that was okay. He took it, “Yeah, she surely knows what she wants,” the blonde agreed.

And so it continued to go, Adam's behavior towards the other residents and the so called staff increased a lot over time and the bond between him and Lucifer only grew. Hell be damned, they even managed to talk a little bit about how things were back in Eden, and shared their thoughts about certain decisions that were made back then. It was actually kinda nice for Adam to have someone he was able to talk about the time in Eden.

The king of hell and the first man also both seemed incredibly touch starved, as Angel had said it once. They were almost constantly touching each other, even if it was just a hand on the other man's shoulder during a conversion. Not that Adam would ever admit it out loud but they even shared a bed more than once, usually when Lucifer’s depression got so bad that insomnia started to haunt the devil. Lucifer had once explained that Adam just grounded him, that he was feeling safe around the reborn sinner and that it helped having him around when sleep wouldn't catch him.

None of them addressed the feelings they were oh so clearly both feeling properly though. The men were always tiptoeing around each other, giving the other hints that there were feelings involved, but neither of them said it how it was.

Adam wanted to talk, he wanted to tell Lucifer, the tiptoeing around each other was getting on his nerves and he wanted nothing more than to just grab Lucifer's hips and pull the smaller one in a bruising kiss, he wanted to hold him during nights, wanted to wake up next to him. Adam wanted Lucifer. But everything they had was fragile and how far was too far? Would Lucifer abandon him if the devil would know about his feelings? He surely would, at least that was what Adam told himself.

It had happened more than once that Lucifer had been flirting with him, not in a joking way friends sometimes did, but in a way that made Adam feel like what they had going on was too real, too much, too obvious. It wasn't though. So whenever Lucifer flirted with him, Adam made sure to have a bitchy reply on the tip of his tongue, ready to hit and possibly hurt Lucifer with it. And while hurting the devil wasn't his intention, it was his only protection from the feelings he was feeling.

So the tiptoeing continued.

Well, it did until Valentino busted through the hotel doors, he seemed furious and was obviously looking for Angel. All that Val found was Adam. Adam, who was sitting on the couch, his feet up and busy scrolling through his phone. “Can I help ya?” he asked, not really paying attention to who was standing in front of him as he gave Valentino a quick glance before his eyes were back on his phone screen.

“What do we have here?~” Val hummed, excited over his newest discovery, “That pretty body of yours could satisfy so many demons.~” Adam sighed and turned his phone off, that was the first proper look he gave Valentino. “Yeah, well, hate to break it to you, whore, I’m not fucking demons. Don't wanna catch a disease, these fuckers out there are nasty,” he mumbled the last part as disgust appeared in his eyes. Val chuckled at that, and walked over to Adam, grabbing his hand tighter than the former angel had expected him to. “The fuck,” the brunette yelped as he was pulled to his feet and pressed flush against Val, who toyed with Adam's hair.

Lucifer was there to interrupt them in an instant, he grabbed Adam's shoulder, firm but careful not to hurt him, and pulled the reborn sinner away from Valentino, only to put himself in-between them. “Don’t you dare to touch him with your dirty fucking hands, Valentino,” Lucifer growled, which resulted in Val taking two steps backwards, he lifted his hands in defense as the grin vanished from his face. “Hey Lucifer, didn't know you're in town,” the moth demon tried to play the situation down, needless to say that he was unsuccessful. “Don’t fucking act like you didn't do shit, he,” Lucifer pointed to Adam, who was a little confused but definitely interested in how this would play out, ”is off limits for your shady shit.”

Val crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, “Why? Is he your personal bitch? Hey, I totally respect that the king of hell doesn't want to share his toy with the public.” That's when Adam raised his voice against the demon, “Fuck you, I'm not his fucking toy!” That caused Val to chuckle again.

The moth demon took a drag from his cig and exhaled the smoke in Lucifer’s face as he bowed down a little to be on eye level with the devil, “Listen Lucifer, we both know that if I want something, I'll get it eventually and your personal toy is no exception.”

And that made Lucifer snap.

His eyes turned red as he made himself taller, just enough to be slightly taller than Valentino himself. The horns that grew on his head only made him appear even taller and his tail was flickering in annoyance. “No Val, you will listen. He's not my toy, but he's not gonna be one of your sluts either. He’s mine,” the devil growled in a deep voice, “Not my toy, but hell's king, my king. And you better show him some fucking respect.”

Adam could only stare at what was happening, he wasn't able to say something, too overwhelmed by the feelings that were rushing through his body and the words Lucifer had just said.

“Now get the fuck out,” the devil yelled, pointing towards the door. “And if you ever take another step inside this building, then you should better start praying because I won't be as nice a second time.”

Valentino was quick to hurry out of the building, he was a man with pride, yes, but he also knew that fighting with the devil was a stupid idea.

Once the door fell shut behind the moth demon, Lucifer shrinked back to his normal height again, the horns and his tail disappeared and his eyes switched back to their original color. Adam came up beside him, the taller man rested his arm on Lucifer's head, grinning at the devil, “So I’m not only yours but also king of hell? Fuck, shawty, why didn't you tell me ‘bout that?” Lucifer flushed at Adam's comment and couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him.

[neptunescore]

WIP WORD GAME!!!

(Honestly, I was tagged a while ago and just forgot abt it, so here you all go now T-T)

Since I've been tagged twice (thank you @speciallivery and @brushedbymelancholy <33), I'll be doing the first 3 letters of both the words given to me!! HOICK and RODEO

H

He clenches his hands into fists, “Christian?” he says instead, like a dog asking its master for instructions, tongue lolling out as it pants and whines, “you need something?” “No, no,” the man chuckles, shooing away the question as if Yuki was stupid to ask it at all, “just, hmm, this race wasn't the best, hn? The VCARB sure looks like it's got a lot of problems—what with your whole front wing ripping off.” He laughs after, as though it's funny. Yuki's car crumpling in on itself mid-race for no apparent reason, is something Christian finds funny.

O

Oscar's knuckles ache. His ribs sting with every heaving breath he takes, his nose won't stop bleeding, and he already knows he’ll have a horrendous black eye tomorrow, but— God, do his knuckles ache. His knees hit the ground, body sagging in relief as the roaring crowd around him slowly starts to disperse, forgotten glasses getting refilled again—chattering voices now replacing drunken cheers as the audience waits for the next fight. Oscar leans against the ring post, head dropping back against the stiff padding as he stares up into the shoddy lights right above him—chapped lips pursing together as the rapid rise and fall of his chest slows down.

I

“...I am still not too sure, but this place looked really nice,” Carlos is saying, “and it is just five minutes away from the track! Added bonus, no?” “What.” Carlos pauses, his smile drooping slightly (Alex is going to kill himself. He made Carlos sad—or like. Less happy than before. But also, again, what.)

R

Red clouds her eyes as she marches forward, so much red where there should be blue. Charles is just a few steps ahead, hands moving around erratically as he talks with the marshal in front of him. She can’t quite make out what he’s saying — the padding of his helmet muffling his voice as he gestures about — not that she’s trying to anyway, no; the only thing she’s thinking about right now is the smooth of his skin, how it’d feel beneath her fists, what shades of blue she could colour it— what the fuck was wrong with him? What was he even thinking? First race of the season and he’s already pulling this shit.

O

Oh, Yuki thinks, this is another ‘we don't want you to leave because we still need your results, but we treat you horribly and will never promote you so you might, and this is us acting like we care about you so you don't’ speech. Yuki is so fucking tired of this speech, “ah, yes, ofcourse, but see, um, my flight—it is going to leave soon and–” “Your pre-season testing results were quite phenomenal, really looked like the Red Bull was suiting you,” Christian says suddenly.

D

(I have literally no sentences starting with D for some reason, but here have this marcania... au I'm cooking up) ( @motomamithings you may have forgotten, but I've had your idea screenshotted for ages. I may just write something)

He’s sure of it—has done all the necessary investigations (i.e. door always locked, no unfamiliar belongings littering their would-be shared space, shoe-rack at the entrance only ever occupied by Pecco’s miserable sneakers, kitchen never dirty with anything other than his own dishes—Pecco could go on, but you get the idea; he’s been very thorough) to reach the obvious conclusion; Gigi’s giving him a whole two-bedroom apartment for half the rent. Pecco’s hit the fucking jackpot.

And there you all have it!!! Literally 40% chance any of you will acc be seeing ANY of these works sometime soon (and you DEFFO wont be seeing the R one like ever), but if you want to chat more to me abt one of them, or are interested in any—feel free to drop by my inbox!!! <333

Also, I fear I won't be tagging anyone bc I am literally so late to this, and most of my booties who write have already done it T-T

(...Although. nefarious tag to @colapoint, @toxicrivalries, and @formulaocean bc I know the 3 of you are cooking something I'd love to see more of. Word is SOB (as I don't want you all to worry too much if your wips are not yet large enough for now... yes, that's what I went through leave me alone okay ;-;))

[orchidsangel]

hiiii this is 🦦 anon from your side blog :p i was wondering if you’ve written or ever thought of jason in a college au? ugh he’d be so cute?? like you’re friends with the big scary jock you sneak into the library with typa cute <333 study dates sessions with him? going out for coffee?? complaining about professors??? AND THE TENSION???? UGH you’re both idiots in love and both of you are scrambling every time someone teases you. “nooo it’s not like that!” and “we’re just friends!!” whole time jason’s face is beat red and you’re kicking your feet giggling over him

i do think about jason in college pretty often!! i read some headcanons ages ago and one of them was like "jason would pick up classes here and there and earn his degree over time" or smth like that, i wish i could remember who wrote it bc it lives in my head rent free. like imagine going to school and striking up a friendship with this guy who's there only once or twice a week. and maybe not even because you're in any classes together, like maybe you met in the libary or just bumped into him one day on accident. you have no idea what his schedule is or when you're gonna see him again but somehow you always do. you don't really know what he's majoring in, it's something to do with literature and reading. and he doesn't talk much about his life or himself but he's always there when you need a study buddy or to vent about how awful your professors are. and during exam season he treats you to lunch every day because you've got a full load of classes unlike him. your friends are convinced there's something going on between you two but you keep denying it. like okay maybe you have a teensy little crush on him but he's way out of your league and would never go for you right? WRONG. anyways ro #1 friends to lovers jason truther all day err day!!

[ectogeo-rebubbles]

I hopelessly yearn for the horror of Sloan getting his hands on Julian earlier in the series when he’s still wide eyed and naive and full of joy and grooming him until he breaks in exactly the way Sloan would like but trying to slot ANYTHING to do with Section 31 into the earlier seasons without completely rewriting canon is beyond me. Thus far the best I can manage is like, Sloan having crossed paths with Julian and becoming a little obsessed with him and just biding his time until the war and the augment reveal give him an excuse to finally make contact directly, but that’s pretty weak to me. I’ve considered Sloan being stationed covertly on DS9 posing as a Bajoran civilian, with the intent of monitoring all the other security risks on the station, but instead finding himself spending way too much time observing the good doctor who is somehow too smart and too stupid for his own good. Would he justify his close monitoring of Julian because Julian is inexplicably friends with a dangerous Cardassian. Would he decide that Sisko isn’t taking that potential security risk seriously and decide he has to take it upon himself to steer Julian away from someone who could compromise Federation security. Would he just toss aside all pretence and decide he just wants a twink boyfriend.

Anyway, I just like thinking about early seasons Julian having all his hope and joy carved out of him deliberately by someone who thinks they’re doing him a favour. Idk, it just tickles me.

I love all of this as a whumpy concept!! I really like the idea of Sloan scrutinizing his connection to Garak 🥰 Especially bc we were DENIED that in Inquisition.

Okay I’m gonna try to help you imagine how early seasons sloanshir would reasonablywork. First of all though, here is a random unreasonable cracky idea lmaoooo: Sloan (who is just a regular Starfleet Intelligence officer for the moment) meets Julian one time in early seasons, falls for him, and then specifically starts s31 from scratch to try to eventually lure in Julian Bashir (and corrupt him 💕). Corollary: Julian is obvs into spy stuff but never joined Starfleet Intelligence so Sloan deduces that clearly what he is into is bad boys. 😈

Okay now forget all that silliness and let’s return to something slightly more sane lol. (Barely sane actually bc it involves how nonsensical canon itself is lmao.)

At the beginning of s3, the Founders get put onto s31’s radar. By mid-s4, s31 has not only decided to kill every changeling but has also developed the virus and infected Odo with it. s31 must have been keeping a close eye on ds9 between s3e2 and s4e11. Maybe Sloan was working on Julian all during this time, and information he got out of him led to the decision to destroy the Founders. Maybe Sloan befriended him (and/or fucked him) while wearing a totally different face, or met him online and has only talked to him in text form. (Maybe him crushing Julian’s spirit is a long con, a slowburn. Maybe Julian’s depression during the war is in part a result of Sloan manipulating and gaslighting him since s3.)

Anyway, I really think Sloan would have had a stronger chance of tricking Julian into being recruited if he had gotten to him earlier. He would still have to lie about s31’s true purpose, but at least Julian would not yet be so jaded. If Sloan had gotten to Julian on the heels of his canonical “surveillance lessons” with Garak, he might have had a hope of convincing him it would be the kind of light and breezy and unambiguously heroic spycraft Julian would want it to be, unlike the reality.

This isn’t quite the same as what you crave, but Wicked Game by @hellostuffedtiger is a spectacular fic exploring what would have happened if Sloan got to Julian before Julian ever met Garak. It’s not quite early seasons Julian like you want though. It also doesn’t show the corruption process, but rather the outcome of that process, after a few very specific canon divergence points. It just lives in my head rent free and there is a slim possibility it will scratch part of your itch, so I gotta mention it. <3

[lonely-north-star]

Well. I guess your thoughts on their dynamics, not just your complete idea of anything

HI ANON AKSKWJW (trying to be normal)

ohmygod you have NO IDEA how insane i am about these two arghhh they're both my faves. Their banter and rivalry always has me giggling. I'm still stuck on Mammon calling Solomon chowderhead.

I think Solomon is just like- fascinated by Mammon ajdjwjw. His reactions are peak and so funny, but sometimes he's so dumb it's endearing. Solomon is a naturally curious person (or in my head at least).

(more under the cut bc this got long)

But like !!! In the beginning when they're toeing the line of something more and Solomon starts making the first move, Mammon is SO CONFUSED AND WARY. Because what if this is all just a ploy to get closer to Lucifer to make a pact? What if he's being used? What if he doesn't mean it?

So Solomon would definitely have to reassure him and prove through his actions that he wants to get to know Mammon better. Anyone could say sweet words and not mean it.

And like, have you seen the new voice lines? About Solomon wanting to spoil the player? Imagine Solomon's just a big gift giver and tries to win Mammon over this way. Mammon gets excited over a new item, but as he's reaching for it- he hesitates. Everything is screaming at him to take the gift, but he puts his hand down and questions the intent behind it.

Eventually Mammon WILL let his guard down and let Solomon in. Ajdjwj one blog I follow on here called Mammon a human fucker and it was so funny 😭 rent free in my mind bc REAL

also i was just re-reading the og lessons for a comm idea- and there's one part in like lesson 3 i think where Solomon, Asmo, and Satan as playing cards together and Solomon is on a winning streak. He says the only person who could possibly break his streak is Mammon, because Mammon becomes a different person when money is involved . Now that idea is rattling around in my head.

Imagine they both play together every other week in secret, because the only match for them is each other. They study each other. Solomon hates when someone brags about winning if they cheated, so these nights are times Mammon has sworn to never cheat (he doesn't want to ruin this- because hey, when did it start becoming fun? When did he notice how nice solomon looks when concentrating? When did-). Their matches always come so close every time.

It'd be so funny if Solomon offers money for Mammon's debts if he beats him. Which spurs both of them on to try harder. (If I'm remembering right, Solomon once offered to buy out a shop for MC, so man's HAS to be rich)

I bet they both know each other so well that they had to add weird rules to their games. Like adding decks or disqualifying certain numbers/shapes. All to make it more fun for themselves and add a challenge.

GGAHWWH im chewing on them. I love them so much. My white haired idiots. I need to get off my ass and finish my first date fic I NEED TO FEED SOLOMAMS NATION !!! AAAAA

spoiler for last part of season 4 OG:

OKAY BUT TELL ME WHY !!!!!

WHY DOES ONLY SOLOMON REMEMBER MAMMON'S NAME !!!!! ONLY SOL !!! BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LO- *GETS SHOT*

help sorry for yapping so much anon but feel free to ever talk to me about them! this goes for anyone! i also have a side blog @solomams where it's meant to be a lot more organized I promise. My main is a mess LMAOOO OKAY BYE

[helsgcddess]

— VEILED SPARKS; v

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summary: "You should be more careful about what you draw, Toria." In which an artist with a knack for seeing things she shouldn't meets a suspiciously perfect stranger with glowing blue eyes and a possessive yellow Camaro. Set during ROTF.

pairing: bumblebee/original character

word count: 2.1k

a/n— look who decided to write the phone call scene that's been living in my head rent free!! also yes, i absolutely had toria bail on meeting brooks bc 1) girl's got SOME self preservation and 2) bee stalking her home is way more fun to write. speaking of our favorite stalker bot, he really said "i'm going to be cryptic and protective while literally following her home" and honestly? we love that for him. also those symbols? maybe someone should tell toria sleep-drawing isn't normal...

warnings— mental health stuff, mission city trauma, sleep-drawing shenanigans, extremely questionable coping mechanisms

Closing down the café with both Mom and Rosa was strange. They kept shooting me concerned looks, probably worried about my mental state after the whole mysterious-men-rushing-out situation, but all I could focus on was the idling sound of a certain car outside.

I should've never said yes to talking to him. But yet, here we were. I was sweeping under tables, trying not to think about impossible blue eyes and the way Sean had looked at me like he knew something I didn't. I peeked out the window again, then stopped short.

The car was gone.

"Toria, what's going on in that head of yours?" Mom asked as I dumped the swept up dust and crumbs into the garbage. Her fingers went to her necklace—Dad's ring catching the light, a tell of my mother if I'd ever seen one.

I shrugged, "Nothing, really." I gave her a tight smile. "I got to therapy today with Jayde's car. We hung out for a bit before work." Changing the subject usually worked.

This was not that time. Mom's brow rose, and her lips pursed—just slightly—as she stared me down. "Toria."

"Just stressed about the car," I told her honestly. She didn't need to know which car I meant—the Chevelle that had mysteriously repaired itself, or the yellow Camaro that kept appearing and disappearing like some kind of mechanical ghost.

She bought it. Her face broke into a soft smile as she ran a hand through my blonde hair—definitely bleached, my roots were starting to show again. "Oh, honey, you and your dad loved that car more than yourselves. It'll be okay, honey. I promise." She smiled that mom smile that almost made the truth come out. "You're on dishes tonight." She laughed at the groan I replied with, but went to the back to start loading our industrial dishwasher.

Maybe Dad was looking out for us. Not my words, but at the funeral, one of his coworkers had told us that. I hadn't believed him then.

Now? Now I wasn't so sure about anything.

The industrial dishwasher hummed like background music as I loaded plates, trying to focus on normal things like water temperature and proper soap ratios instead of Sam's panic about symbols. Instead of the way Brooks and Sean had moved in perfect sync, like they were connected by something more than military training.

"You sure you're good to lock up?" Rosa asked, gathering her things. "I can stay if—"

"I'm fine," I said too quickly. "Just tired. You know how therapy days are."

She gave me a look that said she definitely wasn't buying it, but nodded anyway. "Text me when you get home? And maybe tell me why Mr. Perfect Hair and his equally perfect friend were so interested in your dad's work?"

I nearly dropped a coffee mug. "What?"

"I overheard them talking," she said carefully. "Something about Project Veiled? The thing your dad was working on before..."

Before Mission City. Before classified accidents and military cover-ups.

"Go home, Rosa," I managed, suddenly very interested in arranging coffee cups. "I'll text you later."

The door chimed as she left, and I was alone with the industrial dishwasher's rhythm and too many questions.

I slotted the last plate into place and started the dishwasher's final cycle for the night, its reliable white noise barely covering the unease in my head. Dad had mentioned Project Veiled once—only once—after a late night at the base. He'd been distracted, muttering about energy signatures and "keeping them hidden."

My phone buzzed, making me jump.

Unknown Number: Look up.

I glanced out the small kitchen window, and there it was. The yellow Camaro sat in the alley, engine humming that not-quite-normal purr. I didn’t realize it had returned from whatever secret mission it had.

"Nope," I told the dishwasher. "We are not doing this. We are going to finish closing like a normal person and go home and definitely not meet with suspiciously perfect strangers who know about Dad's classified projects."

My phone buzzed again.

Unknown Number: Your father tried to protect you from this.

Unknown Number: Let me finish what he started.

"That's not fair," I whispered to my phone, twisting Dad's ring around my thumb. "You can't just... say things like that."

The dishwasher beeped its end-cycle alert, making me jump again. Just fifteen more minutes of closing duties. Fifteen minutes to decide if I was really going to do this.

The next fifteen minutes passed in a blur of muscle memory: wiping down equipment, counting the register, double-checking the back door was locked. The whole time, I could feel that car idling outside, its presence humming through the walls like an invitation. Or a warning.

I stood in the dark café, keys in hand, staring at my reflection in the window. The girl looking back seemed simultaneously too young and too old for whatever this was—blonde roots showing, Dad's ring glinting on her thumb, dark circles under eyes that had seen too much in Mission City.

"Okay," I told my reflection. "Let's review our options. One: go home, pretend this never happened, maybe change jobs and move to Canada." I twisted the ring. "Two: meet the suspiciously perfect maybe-government agent who knows things about Dad and keeps fixing the Chevelle and probably isn't human."

The Camaro's engine rumbled softly, like it was answering.

"Great," I muttered, gathering my stuff. "Now I'm having conversations with cars. Dad would be so proud."

I flipped the last light switch, plunging the café into darkness. Through the window, those impossible blue eyes watched me from the driver's seat.

I hit the lights and locked the front door, my hand only shaking a little. The Camaro's engine purred expectantly, Brooks' silhouette visible in the driver's seat, but...

"Not tonight," I whispered, knowing he'd hear me. "I can't... I need time."

I turned toward home, pulling Dad's jacket tighter around me. The sound of an engine starting made me tense, but Brooks didn't follow. Not obviously, anyway.

But I wasn't stupid.

I caught glimpses of the Camaro in my peripheral vision the whole walk home—always just at the edge of sight, always gone when I turned to look. That distinctive engine noise echoed off buildings then faded into silence, like Brooks was trying to give me space while still keeping watch.

"You know," I said to the apparently empty street, "for a secret government whatever-you-are, you're really bad at the whole 'subtle surveillance' thing."

A distant rumble was my only answer.

By the time I reached my apartment, I was exhausted. The kind of bone-deep tired that comes from therapy, family trauma, and questioning your entire reality in one day.

My phone buzzed one last time as I unlocked my door.

Unknown Number: Sweet dreams, Toria.

Unknown Number: We'll talk soon.

"Yeah," I muttered, watching the yellow Camaro disappear into the fog, Brooks' perfect profile barely visible through the window. "I'm sure we will."

I dumped my bag on the kitchen counter, kicking off my shoes and running through the day's highlights: therapy, getting high with Jayde, Sam's freakout about symbols, Brooks and his too-perfect friend, and now this—being stalked home by the world's least subtle government agent.

I stared at my phone, at that "Unknown Number" that kept sending increasingly cryptic texts. My thumb hovered over the contact.

"Don't do it," I told myself. "Don't you dare—"

My thumb slipped.

The phone rang once before I could end the call, and my heart stopped as Brooks' voice came through, smooth and slightly amused: "Changed your mind?"

"I—" My voice caught. "That was an accident."

"Was it?" Something in his tone suggested he didn't believe in accidents.

"I should hang up."

"But you haven't." A pause, then softer: "Talk to me, Toria."

A laugh bubbled from my chest at his words. In the back of my brain, I tried to tell myself that this was fine, that this was *definitely not* the start of a manic episode.

"What am I even supposed to say? That I've filled up notebooks with doodles? Of 'things I'm not supposed to see'?" My tone got mocking as I flipped through the pages. "That I barely sleep and my therapist is probably thinking about admitting me again? Or the fact that I know you follow me, but for some reason don't say—" fuck. I wasn't supposed to say those words to him.

"That everyone seemed to forget Mission City even happened. But I didn't. I wasn't there physically, but I was on my way to pick up Dad from the base, and I—" I swallowed hard, flipping faster through my sketchbook. "I saw things. Things that shouldn't exist. Things nobody talks about."

The anger built in my chest, that familiar torch under my lungs getting hotter. "I saw some kid on a rooftop, holding this... this cube thing, waving a flare like a fucking signal. And then these eyes—not human eyes, more like lasers or searchlights but red, so fucking red—and everything went to hell." My voice cracked. "The building exploded, and I just... I knew. I knew Dad was gone. I felt it. Like something in the air changed, like the whole world shifted, and suddenly he wasn't—"

I realized I was crying, hot angry tears tracking down my face. "And why the fuck am I telling you this? Spilling classified government secrets to my maybe-stalker with the too-perfect face and impossible eyes who probably thinks I'm having another manic episode—"

The silence on the other end stretched just a beat too long—that mechanical precision in everything he did.

"The boy with the cube," he finally said, his voice carrying something ancient beneath its perfect tone. "That was Sam."

"What?" The word came out breathless, my grip tightening on my phone.

"Your father..." Another perfectly calculated pause, like he was running through acceptable responses. "He knew what he was protecting, Toria. Who he was protecting."

"That's not—you can't just—" I ran a shaky hand through my hair. "You're doing that thing again. That cryptic, 'I know everything but won't tell you' thing."

A sound that might have been a laugh, might have been static. "Some answers need to be earned slowly."

"Slowly?" I stood up, starting to pace. "My dad's been dead for two years, I'm filling sketchbooks with things that shouldn't exist, and you're telling me to take it slow?"

"I'm telling you," his voice softened in that way that made my heart stutter, "that I won't let anything happen to you. Even if that means protecting you from the truth for now."

"That's rich coming from the guy who's been following me home."

"You noticed." He sounded almost proud.

"Hard not to notice a yellow Camaro that moves like—" I stopped myself. "Wait. Sam. The kid from the café today. He was the one on the roof?"

"Toria." My name came through like a warning, like a plea. "Get some sleep. We'll talk soon."

"Brooks—"

"Lock your windows tonight." Then, softer: "I'll be close."

The line went dead, leaving me with more questions than answers and the distinct feeling that I was being watched.

Through my window, a flash of yellow disappeared into the fog.

I fell into bed still fully dressed, Dad's jacket wrapped around me like armor. Sleep came faster than it should have, dragging me under into familiar yet strange territory.

Symbols danced behind my closed eyes—angular, alien things that seemed to pulse with their own light. The same ones Sam had been muttering about, the ones Dad used to sketch in the margins of his notes. They moved like living things, writing themselves across my vision in electric blue.

A voice that wasn't quite Brooks', wasn't quite human, whispered through the symbols. "Your father knew... protect... spark..”

I jolted awake, heart racing, the ghost of mechanical whirs still echoing in my ears.

My sketchbook lay open on my bed, pages filled with perfect copies of the symbols from my dream.

I didn't remember drawing them.

[intertexts]

ROSSSSS ok. yhesterday u asked for like details and habits and skills nhw virion would have picked up from the greats and theyre still living in my head Rent Fucking Free so im gonna throw some stuff in ur inbox bc i want 2 talk abt them SO BAD

ok so strider definitely contributed to virion’s paranoia. thats just. yeah. he didn’t really Mean To it just kind of Happened. bro did not realize that saying “keep your eye out for anything or anyone when you’re out alone on the streets because if someone Can hurt you, they Will” would scare a kid into being Perpetually Anxious!!!! virion definitely looks over his shoulder like every ten seconds whenever he’s out, even if he’s not in costume, bc strider drilled that into his head. Always Be Cautious Always Be On Your Toes!!!! strider also taught him basic street fighting. showed him how to fight dirty!! virion does tend to carry around a few concealed weapons and he started doing that because of strider

meanwhile chungus (i love u chungus ur name is so fucking stupid) taught virion how to fight fair!!! i’m still working on chungus’s backstory and trigger event but i like to think he was a wrestler and/or boxer in school, so he taught virion the Rules of fighting, how to take down an opponent without really hurting them, how to take down people who are heavier and bigger than him, etc. it’s not knowledge that virion uses a lot but in fights with no weapons he still automatically goes into Proper Boxer Fighting Stance. also he has totally accidentally put someone in a headlock because of instincts when they’ve snuck up on him

greyson!! greyson taught virion how to hold all manners of weapons. daggers swords shields you name it!! not really because greyson thought it would be particularly useful, just mostly for fun bc no way this kid is ever going to need to use these!! he got a lot more little habits from greyson tho, like stuff he doesn’t really notice but it is from greyson. he taps his fingers on his arm when he’s impatient, picks at the skin around his nails, stuff like that. he also knows a lot about medieval weaponry bc greyson liked to infodump and virion Absorbed that knowledge. will sometimes find himself going on tangents about how catapults were used in the 1500’s if the topic somehow comes up but he will shut the fuck up once he realizes what he’s doing and gets reminded of greyson and suddenly feels Bad and Horrible at the reminder. yeagh

min did try to teach him stuff but there wasn’t much she knew that she thought would be super useful. she was learning math and physics in college before leviathan hit her hometown, but virion was never really one for academics!!! but he did try to listen to her on the rare occasions she talked about it. he picked up more little habits from her, like he chews on things like his hoodie strings or even his hair when he’s thinking really hard, she taught him how to braid hair and he’ll find himself copying how she braided his sometimes when he’s messing with ashe’s hair, and whenever he’s holding a pen he clicks it really fast like a million times before he even does anything with it. keep his ass out of school he cannot pick up a math or physics textbook without thinking about min and he will think about her the entire class

RAMMM ILY RAM..... he taught virion how to hold guns. any gun he could think of ram was like okay i gotta teach this kid how to shoot and handle this thing correctly and safely. btw i decided ram’s trigger event was him and some friends being stupid in college and playing drunken russian roulette. u can imagine!!! how well that went!!! i wanted to make his sudden innate Knowledge about guns be horribly ironic and also painful for him <3 so now he’s fucking Insistent that virion learn how to handle guns and how to Know when they’re loaded and to ALWAYS KNOW WHERE THE BULLET IS. VERY IMPORTANT. whenever virion’s handling a gun he Always makes sure he knows how many bullets he has left, where his ammo is, never leave the safety off when he puts it down, etc etc. Very Persistent with gun safety. ram has also drilled it into his head to never drink when holding weapons. actually very insistent that virion Never Drink Ever actually. also his southern mannerisms rubbed off on virion juussssst a little bit. virion calls wibby “darlin” once and william has a heart attack over it. virion doesn’t even realize he’s doing it!!! he says ain’t and y’all sometimes and doesn’t even notice until one of the other wards points it out and asks why and virion has an internal breakdown about it

ALPHONZ..... MY LOVE...... i think. for the first little bit after joining the greats, alphonz was in his breaker state A Lot and was not able to get out of it half the time. so in virion’s early life, he just has memories of this bright glowing angel-lookin guy in the room whenever he was around the greats. out of his breaker state tho!! alphonz tried to teach virion religion for a bit, but virion’s parents managed to convince alphonz to leave it alone because if virion wanted to go down that path someday he’d find it on his own, etc etc yk and alphonz eventually conceded. he did read bible stories to virion as bedtime stories though!! virion thought they were fun little fiction stories, and also alphonz’s voice was just nice to fall asleep to, so his parents didn’t mind. to this day virion can probably still recite like half the bible from memory. he doesn’t believe in god but maybe he’s got like. an old cross necklace that alphonz gave him once and he wears it under his shirt sometimes like in memory of alphonz. he chews on the pendant sometimes—thanks min for the chewing stim!!!—and the metal has small scratches and teeth marks. if the chain ever breaks or he loses the pendant he will lose his mind

ANYWAY. YEAH. THIS TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR TO TYPE OUT IM SO SORRY FOR PUTTING A NOVEL IN YIOUR INBOX. THEY’RE JUST. LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE RN. BRAIN IS SOUP. THINKING ABOUT NHW GREATS. U KNOW HOW IT IS

AUGH............................

[prince-simon]

AIGHT I thought DBD was gonna be a fun lil show. You have: two dead boys with AMAZING chemistry (I LOVE their different accents/slangs/outfits to reflect the times they're from), two living girls with AMAZING chemistry (deadass thought Crystal saw the lights around Niko because maybe she liked herrrrr and the lights were psychic related instead of LITERAL SPRITE INFESTATION), two wildly horny demons who I believe need to get it on and leave Crystal and Edwin alone please and thank you (David and the Cat King), TALKING CATS, a witch cosplaying as Cruella de Ville (I thought she was MURDERING her poor bird Monty!!!!), the cutest adorable most precious little astrology nerd I've EVER SEEN (the aforementioned Monty who wasn't a victim of animal abuse after all), a cursed walrus (still salty Edwin interrupted Tragic Mike's story of how he was cursed, I was INVESTED) OH AND A SUPERHOT BUTCHER LADY!!

ANYWAY this show was supposed to be fun. I watch Supernatural and yeah there were scary episodes but I can't think of anything as traumatic as the Devlin House episode! 😭 Just... watching the dad murder his poor family over and over was awful, seeing how affected Charles was broke my heart, the dad having a secret room to spy on his family was creepy and disturbing and OH MY FUCKING GOD?!?! THAT MISERY WRAITH?!?! I ALMOST THREW UP!! I NEARLY DIED!!! ABSOLUTELY AWFUL TERRIFYING 0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND I NEVER WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN!!!!!

I can't wait to watch more DBD tonight!

PS sorry for the essay

okay okay first of all. i'm so excited about this ask. don't apologise haha i've got things to say!!! (i hopeee i'm not spoilering you for anything with this longgg reply lol)

the chemistry between all of them is soooo insane i'm so happy about it!! and yeah lol i think the entire fandom thought it was gay lights for crystal and niko lmao (and you know what? just bc it was parasitic lights who's to say it's not ALSO gay!! sksk i was spoilered about this particular thing before i watched the show and when i saw that scene i STILL thought it was gay lol

sksk thank you for clarifying that by demons you mean david and the cat king bc i was like ??? david and edwin's demon??? interesting take but sure. let's go with it slfjsldfj but yeah calling the cat king a demon works too lmaooo i just love how pathetic the cat king is kssksk

the talking cats are sooo iconic hahaha

omg i totally thought esther was killing monty too. when i first watched it i did a bit of a live reaction with friends and i literally was like noooo not monty!!! he doesn't deserve it!!! i was FLOORED when he turned human skjdflsj in general esther is such a good villain. like i fucking hate her so so so much but man. i LOVE to hate her she just steals every scene she's in ("ouch my ghost skin" lives rent free in my head tbh)

SUPERHOT BUTCHER LADY yesss i love jenny so much. her "oh my fuck" cracks me up every time. fun fact before i watched the show and only saw stuff on tumblr i thought she was gonna be the bad guy sksksk

the show is so camp one second and then soooo devastating the next!!! the devlin house absolutely broke me!! fun fact- or actually not fun at all, idk if you noticed but when the camera is on charles when they're watching the murder happen, you can hear him begging his father to stop hurting him in the background. also another not so fun fact i was listening to jayden revri's charles playlist and the song that's playing in that episode is on there and when it came on i literally had to skip it after a couple seconds bc it triggered me sooo much lmfao but yeah omg don't get me started on the misery wraith!!! the first time i watched it, i was binging and i'd started pretty late already so when i got to that episode it was already dark and i was supposed to go to bed soon and i literally had to cover my screen bc i usually can't do horror at all!! so i was like nopenopenope this isn't happening nope

enjoy the rest of your watch and you're always welcome in my inbox for more yelling!!