oh my got hatoful boyfriend
why is this so great
Those prompts were pretty fun! Maybe I’ll keep that up until tomorrow night 0w0
awrigt added a writing tag and a lil link on my page too ddjkbdfghjas
thank
Anonymous asked: DROOG/DEADEYE
OH MAN I WONDER WHO THIS IS
Deadeye was not the kind of man to admire his reflection for more than the needed amount, but Droog was the opposite, taking the time to preen and mutter compliments to himself like the self-absorbed man he was. That it was Deadeye who made the first move was a surprise to both of them, but the result was the same. Afterwards, Deadeye could be seen admiring his own reflection a bit more often, and Droogs mutterings seemed to be meant for someone else…
halberdierminister asked: Glue, you still doing this? PS/PI. It's not my ship, but it's for a friend.
BARTENDER, A ROUND FOR MY FRIENDS
Before the whole Mobster Kingpin fiasco, Problem Sleuth would always notice that no matter how late he left the office, it seemed that Pickle Inspector was always in his. After the trial with MK, and the discovery of their new friendship, he learned of PI’s insomnia, and how he’d rather fill his time with work than lay in bed alone with his thoughts. At first, PS thought his joke about not going to bed alone was out of line, but the resulting conversation netted him a night of cuddling, and PI some well needed rest.
Anonymous asked: Itchy Doze, something cute I'll need diabetes medication
gOD but itchy isnt one for cute…augh ok here i go
It wasn’t often that Doze got the chance to spend time with Itchy, the spastic man constantly flitting about from one place to another in an energetic whirlwind. But even Itchy got tired, and apparently he liked nothing better than spending his quiet times curled up with someone else. Itchy would always say that he only chose Doze because he was the only one who wouldn’t tease Itchy for it, but Doze knew better, smiling to himself as Itchy muttered in his sleep.
problem-sleuths-hips asked: Oh gosh uh if it doesn't bother you much maybe some PM/JN????
BARTENDER, ANOTHER
If you asked him what he liked about her, he’d go on and on in that way of his, describing her body and making bad puns and allusions about their night-time activities together. With how she was around everyone else, everyone wondered just what it was she saw in him. But he knew what she wanted, and he was more than glad to give it to her, tied up and begging for his own satisfaction.
Anonymous asked: PM/Jack Noir
All her friends tried to warn her away from him, telling her stories about his crimes and personality, but she would not be swayed. What they didn’t know-and she would never tell them- was just what their relationship entailed.
Needless to say, she always had some rope on hand and some ideas on her mind, just waiting for the chance to jump him in some back alley and make him scream.
stupidharpy asked: how 'bout some Slick/Boxcars, with bedcars?
Slick hated the cold with a strident passion, his hatred for it almost as great as his hatred for Snowman. It was with this excuse that he would clamber onto Boxcars in the night, dragging the covers over them both and promptly falling asleep on the groggy boxcars. Boxcars didn’t mind, and he thought it was cute, even if he could never admit that without the chance of being stabbed.
rickygervaisbombasstitties asked: Quarters/Clover, lazy day. Off anon #yolo
Quarters was rarely one to take an off day; he was a busybody, plain and simple, and found enjoyment through hard and constant work. But every once in awhile, Clover managed to convince him to take it easy, inviting him to lay in the sunbeams in the parlor, or enjoy some music by the fireplace. And while Quarters would never admit it, he always looked forward to the times Clover would quiet down enough to ask him to do this, the simple, easy calm warming his heart.
Anonymous asked: Die/Crowbar, Rituals
For all that Die was constantly being reminded of apparent voodoo roots, it was Crowbar who had the most rituals, small and normal as they were. Getting ready for bed, getting up in the morning, even getting dressed- he had a specific order for things that he didn’t like to disrupt. But Die was slowly learning how to change this; a kiss here, a comment there, and more and more often he found himself able to just lie in his arms for a few more moments each morning.
Anonymous asked: Fin/Die, thursday morning
Thursday mornings were always rather slow, everyone getting some extra sleep after the midweek heist, and preparing for the Friday planning session. Fin always liked to use this lull in activity to cook himself and Die a nice, quiet breakfast that they wouldn’t have to share; sneaking back to one of their rooms, arms laden with plates and cups. Whether anyone else had figured out what they were up to was uncertain, but they certainly didn’t care enough to share their secret morning feast.
Anonymous asked: Creepy stalkerish Die talking to the reader about Crowbar.
aughh fuck uh here it goes…
“People tell me love at first sight isn’t real, but they’re wrong, so, so wrong. I have loved him since I first laid eyes on him, since I first met him and held his hand in a shake, as I gazed into his eyes. I knew then and there we were meant for each other, and not you or anyone else can tell me differently.”
stupidharpy asked: HB/PI do it bro
Inspector shared a lot of ideas on romance that Hearts held, but having never considered the ideas as being used with another man, PI kept messing things up, or so he thought. He had recently left Hearts a hand-picked bouquet he had collect from a visit to the local park, with a note promising to meet him after work, but he soon felt very foolish: you were supposed to give flowers to women, or so he had heard- he had no idea what to give to a man you fancied! But when night rolled around and he went nervously over to their meeting-place, he was pleasantly surprised to find that HB was more than happy to receive the gift, and returned the favor with a kiss for each one.
Anonymous asked: Hearts Boxcar/Hysterical Dame, hiding spots for liqueur.
Both Hearts and Dame had troublesome friends who liked to steal their booze; Hearts had to stop Slick from drinking his stock almost constantly, and while Dame was rarely ever visited by the Inspector, his arrival usually entailed finding her entire stock of drink completely gone, replaced by an assortment of strange candy weaponry. They had gotten onto the topic of hiding their booze one night when they bumped into each other at a local grocery, their baskets laden with alcohol to replenish their stocks. After a lot of suave and horrendous flirting alike, they both decided they’d go back to Dame’s place and just drink all the alcohol themselves, before their friends could get their hands on it.
Needless to say they regretted a lot from that night, but were quite glad to wake up hungover next to each other.