#i don't even watch tv or anime anymore

[thatfizzyyyy]

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[abrahamstalker]

A lil comic based on NotRealName NotAtAll's FNAF ruin smooching guide

Video in question

[elllisaaa]

THINK AABOUT THIS

horny bsfheeseung who can't control himself when he's with you and eventually ends up fucking you on a rainy night

i'm thinking about it yes, because imagine HORNY BSF!HEESEUNG who was only supposed to come spend the afternoon at your place and watch a film with you. it was a cold day, so you were wearing a hoodie three times too big for you, some shorts and your warmest socks. you had already set up the couch - cozy blankets prepared for you, snacks and drinks scattered all over your table. and you were just so excited about finally spending time with him that heeseung felt really guilty about the way he couldn't help feeling hot under the collar when you hugged him and dragged him to the couch, snuggling up against him because you were freezing.

you put on the film, but heeseung cannot focus on it at all. everytime he tries to look at the tv screen, his eyes are drawn back to you - to your pretty face, pretty eyes, and pretty lips that he's dying to kiss. he's not usually this bothered around you, he has self-control, but there's just something about you today and the way your scent intoxicates him more than usual that makes him hard in his sweatpants. but it's okay, heeseung thinks, he just has to go through the movie without being suspicious and then he can go home.

wrong. not even halfway through the film, rain starts pouring outside. and it doesn't seem to stop. its raining so much that when the movie ends, you decide that it's too dangerous for heeseung to take his car to go home now. "but it's okay, you sleep here." and heeseung wants to say no, because he knows that if he stays in your presence one more minute, he's going to lose control. but you're actually right, he cannot drive in this weather.

so heeseung tries to not look at your ass too much as you bend down to get him another pillow so he can sleep on your couch comfortably. and he tries to not get distracted by the way he can still see the outline of your boobs, even under your oversized sweater. it's hard - and he's very hard by now - but he really tries. he's aware you're just being sweet, he's aware that you're not feeling the same as him, he's aware that he's being pathetic, but just cannot stop himself when you bend down again in your tight shorts to pick up a pack of gummies that fell to the floor.

"fuck, y/n, can you stop doing this ?" you turn around, the bag of candies in your hands and a clueless look on your face as you plant your innocent gaze into heeseung's lustful one. "stop doing what hee ?" - "bending over like this, showing me your pretty ass. that is if you don't want me to fuck you, baby." he eats up the way your cheeks immediately grow red, mouth opening and closing without knowing what to say anymore. the smirk on his face widens as he gets closer and you don't back out, dropping back the sweets once he wraps his arms around your waist. "so, what do you say ?" his lips are brushing against yours with how close he is, but you don't mind it, you just him to kiss you now. "yes, please."

heeseung doesn't waste any more time talking before he grabs you by your neck to pull in a kiss that leaves dazed, your mind blank, breath short from how good his tongue alone makes you feel. he chuckles when you chase his lips, fists closing around the fabric of his tee. "you want more ?" - "heeseung, please, don't tease me… i've waited for this long enough." the realization that you had been wanting just as bad is what sends heeseung far away, too far away to have control over himself anymore. "shit, i'm sorry princess, i'm gonna make it up, yeah ?" you nod and the next thing you know is that heeseung has you bend over for him on the couch, your shorts and underwear pulled down just enough so that he can push his cock inside of you.

"feeling so good baby, knew you would, i knew you would be perfect for me." you only moan louder at his words, trying to keep a bit of sanity as heeseung pounds into you like an animal. but in the end you don't mind the way his hand presses against your lower back, under your hoodie that he didn't take the time to throw away, forcing your back to arch even more, his cock hitting even deeper into you. "hee ! i'm close, i'm close please…" - "gonna make you cum all over my dick and then fill you up. everybody's gonna know you're mine this way."

and you don't deny, because in the end that's what you want. as you come down from your high, slowly opening your eyes that fall on the raindrops hitting your windows, you wonder if he really means it. "shit… you're still so tight baby, makes me want to fuck you again." you only whine at his words, letting him grab your hair and yank your head back. and you don't dare ask him what's gonna happen after, you just want to enjoy the way he's making you feel a little longer.

[bogleech]

If people are talking about how concerning it is for their country to be getting more openly repulsed by all displays of sexuality and how dangerous that is. it is really, reeeeally not appropriate to respond like "I get why that sucks but I don't like sex and it's craaaazy how obsessed people are I can't even watch TV without it shoved in my face!!"

It's fine to not like sex but what are you even talking about, media is so Christianly these days I can't even tell what's supposed to be horny anymore. I think if you lived through the 90s you would explode. Every commercial break had big titty ads. Magazines and billboards had naked people with just their genitalia and nipples strategically covered up. Most sitcoms revolved around people trying to fuck.

You could just watch exclusively children's cartoons, but I really don't find a big difference between them and the current sterility level of most mainstream adult fiction. Maybe you mean anime, which is definitely still pretty horned up, but I think what you're really noticing in that case is that a lot of anime just generally sucks

[moon7jay]

Forced To Take Him (PART 2)

🫴Read Part 1 here

Warnings : stepcest, mentions of the word rape, manipulation, non con, dub con, spit play? Ig that's all idk

Note : IT'S NON CONSENSUAL, consider it dead dove do not eat. and if u chose to read even after all the warnings, I'm not responsible.

"f-fuck take it like a good girl, take it all baby shit-" his voice cuts off in a whine when he feels you gag around his length, your throat feels raw and abused and you aren't sure if you'll be able to talk once this is over. He's so rough with his animalistic thrusts in your mouth, his palms planted firmly at the back of your head, fucking into your throat like it's a cunt. A wet, messy cunt for the purpose of getting fucked.

His eyes are on yours, his lust filled expression making bile rise in your throat. But at the same time there's a tingling in between your legs, your body working against you

"fuck u like this, u like this don't you, u little sexy slut" he pants, smiling down at you sinisterly, his tongue comes out to lick on his plump lower lip, his brows furrow as he once again gets lost in the pleasure of your throat

There's saliva leaking out of your mouth, drool mixed with his precum, you can taste it . Taste how messy all this is gonna get.

"fuck u, fuck u for making me like this ughmmmm- drive me crazy, wanna fuck all the time oh yeahmmmhm" he moans loudly. Fear strikes your heart, acutely aware that your sister is just a little distance away, watching TV on the couch and a single kitchen counter is what hides your body from her vision. If she were to look over, she would only see sunghoon and not how he's busy using your throat mercilessly.

But sunghoon doesn't care. Ever since the first day he raped you, he had only gotten braver, more worry free and fearless.

He started fucking you more frequently. almost anywhere he felt like he would pull your shorts down and bury is cock in your snatch in a single thrust, pounding like an animal.

He would come into your room at nights, whispering filthy promises in your ear while his hips snapped into your womb with the intention to breed.

He had also stopped giving your sister the sleeping pills, and you could feel it in your heart that he wasn't scared of your sister catching u anymore. and your fear became reality when during one night of brutal fucking, his fingers dug into your jiggling fleshy thighs and he groaned into your ears the words which made your insides turn cold.

"wanna tie your sister up right beside ur bed and make her watch how I rape you baby- his teeth dug into ur cheeks as u sobbed - wanna make her see what real fucking looks like. THIS. This is what fucking is all about. Tight fucking pussy god fuck"

A sharp thrust inside your throat made you come back to the present, he held your head in place, going deeper and lodging his dick further inside your fluttering throat. Your nose meshed up against his pubic hairs, his groans getting louder

"fuck yeah" he laughed, at the height of his insanity, snapping his hips again, making u choke on this thick length, gagging sounds like music to his ears

"look so pretty like this, gonna fuck u right on this kitchen floor baby, gonna make u scream so your sister knows exactly how u drool around my dick in ur pussy like a filthy little -Fuckughhh- little slut"

Your finger nails dug in his thighs, your oxygen supply getting cut off due to his rough movements but u could feel that he was close, his taste getting stronger on your tongue

"fuck fuck fuck squeeze my balls, make me fucking cum , wanna cum so much, fuck-yeahh" he thrust rapidly at an animalistic pace, his head thrown back in pleasure as you played with his balls just like he asked for. You had learned how to obey, having seen how bad things could get when he was angry.

"swallow-holy fuck-take it all you fucking whore, take my seed" he groaned from above you, snapping his hips deep into your throat and holding your head against his pubes, cumming inside your mouth, his taste flooding up your senses. you swallowed instantly, afraid of disappointing him, squeezing his balls more to drain him of every last drop of his fuck cream, making him curse

He pulled his dick out of your drooling mouth with a pop. Before you could catch a breath he was dropping down on his knees and burying his tongue in your mouth.

one thing your sister's boyfriend loved more than fucking u was tongue fucking your mouth. you don't know what his obsession was with your tongue but he loved sucking on it while he made u suck on his own tongue. Just plain messy, open mouthed kisses, making out with your tongue for hours.

His wet muscle tangled with yours, licking into your mouth with vigor, wanting to catch any after taste of his cum that u just swallowed. His hands grabbed you by ur thighs and the next thing you know he was dragging them from under your body so that your sitting form fell down on the kitchen floor, your head hitting a little hard at the wood but sunghoon didn't care. He never cared if you got hurt.

He was instantly pulling back, tearing your panties apart, pocketing the shredded fabric to jerk off with later and he was burying his cock inside, breaching your entrance in one harsh penetrative thrust. A gasp escaped your throat while he groaned in pleasure and satisfaction. Finally being wrapped in your wet pussy folds.

Your pussy was sore from how rough he had taken u in the morning and he was so big, you felt an excruciating pain at your entrance, tears rolling down your eyes involuntarily. He started snapping his hips into yours without waiting for you to adjust, gasping in pleasure, folding your body in half, grinding your sexes together

"does it hurt? fucking tell me that it hurts-fuck"

It did. but u didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting off to your pain. You knew he was a sick bastard who got off when u were hurting. Your tears turned him on.

"so so fucking wet, sucking my dick in your tight little fuck hole, I bet u want that fuck cream inside you so bad huh baby?" he spat upon feeling your nails dig into his neck, your pussy was so wet, your body's natural reaction making you cry more. Maybe it was your fault, maybe u did want this. Maybe he was right.

"Feels so good baby, cunt milking me so fucking good yeahmmugh jesus fuck"

his thrusts became rapid, carnal lust taking over his body, going deeper, harder. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing how much pleasure he was getting from using your body like this. The cold kitchen floor digging into your back, making you more aware of what was happening to you. You were crying and screaming in full force now, unable to hide how much pain he was putting you through, but also unable to hide how much pleasure he was giving you. Your hips were chasing his own, your lower region getting hotter and hotter, you could feel your high approaching. Please God no, no, you can't cum on this monster's cock.

He laughed when he felt your pussy clench around his dick

"fuck yeah u want this, u wanna fuck with me, u wanna breed with me, come on, let's cum together yeah? let's fuck some more" He panted, his eyes shining in a sick want, you tried to look away but his hand held your face in place, fingers digging into ur cheeks, his gaze fucking into your soul, his pleasure filled expression making the knot in your belly snap, your eyes rolling back at the same time his eyes rolled back, your cum mixing with his pearly white seed flooding inside your womb, profanities and "fuck yeah" s falling from his mouth, his teeth digging into your cheek, hips fucking into u relentlessly, intensifying the squelching sounds your grinding sexses were making.

You tried pushing him away, his thrusts now making your insides hurt but he didn't stop, panting like an animal, wrapping your legs around his waist while he resumed his thrusts, his dick still hard inside of you. Hot and hard and so cruel.

His fingers dug into your waist, his tongue coming out to lick your neck, upto your chin to your nose, sliding sideways to dip inside your ear making you whine in overstimulation.

"t-too much" u gasped out, your nails scratching his back in hopes that he would slow down, the pain mixed with pleasure starting to get to your head.

"yeah? good, gonna fuck a baby into u baby, gonna fuck ur warm little cunt till u start bleeding" he whispered, intruding your mouth with his tongue, his hips getting harsher, his dick head hitting your cervix head on, even going past it at some point with how much it hurt.

You were starting to lose your vision, so lost in the overwhelming feelings to take note of how eerily quiet the house had become. How the skin slapping sounds and your groans and moans were all that could be heard now. You could not hear the TV anymore.

Your head lolled to the side and your eyes met your sister's. Relief washed over you. She was here to save u, she was finally gonna save you, u were gonna be free, you were-

"she isn't gonna stop me sweetheart, she's gonna watch us fuck like the pervert that she is, she's gonna watch me rape your tight little cunt" sunghoon whispered in your ear and something ugly reared it's head inside your chest. You were begging with your eyes. He was wrong, wasn't he? But why was she not stopping him? Why wasn't she saying something??

your eyes travelled down and a cold shiver ran down your spine.

Your sister's hand was buried inside her shorts while she watched how sunghoon fucked u. He was panting and groaning like a wounded animal, his spit flying everywhere as his thrusts became sloppier, your heart felt numb and so did your mind. You could not comprehend the scene that was playing out in front of you. your sister's excited eyes were fixated on your and sunghoon's grinding bodies, how u writhed under him, how he was shaking in pleasure. Her hand's movements inside her shorts getting faster in tune with sunghoon's thrusts

That look. You knew that look. You had seen that look countless times throughout your childhood but u were a naive little girl who didn't know any better.

You were 13 when your mom had married lana's dad. It had been a happy marriage, never once did u feel unaccepted or unwanted by your step sister, she always kept u close to her, always took u with her when she went to play, always shared her toys with you.

But there were more things she liked to share with u. like kisses.

You were innocent, never understanding the meaning behind her lingering touches and kisses. You both were just kids after all. And even though it felt uncomfortable at times, you didn't want to ruin ur relationship with your new sister. You wanted to be good. And siblings kissed all the time didn't they? it was just a way to express affection to each other

But as time went by, her affection towards u became unhinged. She was overprotective over u in an almost obsessive way.

U didn't notice it at that time, u never did. U never noticed how she would insist on sharing clothes and baths and how excited she would become when u let her borrow your lip balm. or how angry she became the first time u mentioned a crush.

How one day u came home crying to her because everyone in school was talking about how ur mother was a whore and u also carried some STDs, unaware of the fact that lana was the one who started those rumors, an effort to keep u isolated and dependent on her.

at your 17th birthday, your sister bought u a dress matching with hers and even tho u insisted that u didn't want to change in front of her, she made u eventually

"We're both girls y/n, I change in front of you all the time, why can't u?"

and so u did. Missing the way your sister's breath became heavy with each article of clothing that u took off.

At first she used to watch, just watch. until you both were well into adulthood. Turning 19, she eventually started touching.

"You're so beautiful y/n" she whispered while caressing your naked waist. You smiled awkwardly, putting ur top on instantly, feeling uneasy at the look lana was giving you. But u brushed it off, u shouldn't have.

u brushed off a lot of things, like when your sister took u to clubbing one night and as the crowd increased on the dance floor, you could feel her body press closer to yours, her hips subtly rubbing against u.

or how when u leaned closer to whisper in her ear that you were getting out to get some fresh air, your sister buried her nose into your hairs, inhaling your scent unbeknownst to ur naive self.

You had been your sister's deepest obsession ever since you walked into her life years ago. But u were too blind to see that.

"so close gonna cum so much for u, gonna fucking breed u full holy shit, you're gonna make me cum so hard baby " sunghoon's groans reached a fever pitch, the squelching sounds of your groins meeting filling up the kitchen, you couldn't take your eyes off of lana or how her eyes rolled back in pleasure when sunghoon moaned his impending orgasm

"yeah yeah fuck yeah feels so good, god fucking godughh " He panted, flooding your womb with his cum, your second orgasm washing over u as u watched your step sister bite her lower lip and cum all over her fingers. Sunghoon's cock helping u ride urs and his high, pleasurable sighs filling the space

your senses were overwhelmed, your eyes shutting on their own, feeling guilty with how much you came but at the same time, a sick pleasure ignited inside of you.

You felt a soft caress against your cheek and without opening your eyes you could tell that it was lana. you leaned into her touch, a deep yearning flooding your chest. sobs escaping your trembling lips as she cooed and kissed your tears away

"Shh baby I'm here, I love you, I love you so much y/n" she whispered and ur sobs got louder. You could hear sunghoon's laughter in the background, his body had left yours at some point.

"she's pretty when she cries isn't she? kiss her baby, wanna see u making out with the little slut" he spoke from somewhere.

You refused to open your eyes, not wanting to face your sister's want and the glaring reality that it was her all along.

It wasn't sunghoon who wanted u, it was her.

She wanted to break u through sunghoon and now she had. You didn't think u could leave even if you wanted to.

A tongue slithered inside your mouth and ur sister groaned upon tasting you. Tangling your tongues together, you felt her hand groping your chest, moaning into ur mouth at feeling your body

"u're mine, u have always been mine" you heard her whisper before u sinked into unconsciousness. your body shutting down and mind choosing to disassociate from the glaring reality.

you always knew your step sister loved u in a way that was different from how your friends' sisters loved them. you always knew that lana loved you too much.

loved u so much that it was lethal

[girlboylintjrwi]

Band-aids

Troy comes back home from his father after losing another game. Lint helps him patch him up, again.

HELLO LINTROLLER NATION. I AM BACK AT IT AGAIN. I think I could have done better but this will never get done if I keep messing around with it..... ALSO! i guess inspired by. another fic that i wrote. if you wanna read that one too

Troy enters the house. As he closes the door behind him, he already feels his eyes begin to water.

Lint hears him walk through the door, and he puts his pen and paper down to go greet him. He isn’t surprised to see Troy crying, he lost another game and it’s safe to assume that his father didn’t take it well. He usually doesn’t. “Happened again?” Lint says, just above a whisper. Troy nods his head.

There is silence in the room now.

Lint speaks up again, “Do you wanna just hang out for a little bit? We could watch TV. You don’t have to say anything.”

Lint doesn’t see any marks, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there or that nothing happened. Judging by the way Troy holds onto his arm, though, he has an idea of what may have occurred. The two of them walk over to the couch and take their seats. Neither of them really care what’s on the TV, they just care about being by each other’s sides.

Lint wraps an arm around Troy. This has happened enough times for Troy to know that Lint is safe, that he won’t hurt him, and now it is a comforting feeling for him. He likes being close to Lint. It’s nice to know what it feels like to be this close to someone and still feel safe.

“Hey, Lint, I’m not- I’m not, like, a disappointment, am I? My dad’s just lying, right broski?” Troy always asks this, and Lint always tells him that his dad is wrong. “No, Troy, you aren’t a disappointment. Not to me.”

Troy takes a deep breath. Tears still stream down his face, but it has slowed a bit since they sat down. “He hurt me. My arm.” “Do you want me to help?” “Not now. I like how we are now.” “Okay, man. I’ll patch you up later, then. We can stay here as long as you like.”

Lint wants to help more, but if Troy is okay for now, that’s all that matters. If Troy is happy, that’s enough for them.

Lint hates that he expects this kind of thing to happen after Troy loses games, and they wish that one day he won’t have to deal with this. What Lint didn’t expect, though, was for Troy to wrap his own arms around him and hug him. Lint’s not complaining, though. Troy lays his head against Lint’s shoulder. He looks tired. He can’t really blame him, it’s been a long day for both of them. It’s about time they got some rest.

–

Lint wakes up the next morning on the couch, and he immediately notices the absence of Troy in his arms and the sound of eggs scrambling in the kitchen.

Lint got up from the couch and moved slowly to the kitchen. They probably would’ve slept better if he’d gone to his own bed, but they don't mind waking up on the couch because he knows Troy was happy. Lint starts brewing a pot of coffee, and he barely even notices Troy in the corner of his eye cooking scrambled eggs. Surely the eggs are burnt by now, they should've been done a minute or two ago. But they notice something else, too. Troy is wearing a short-sleeve shirt, and now Lint sees exactly what Troy was talking about last night. He saw what was hurting and he wishes they could’ve helped him earlier.

“Does your arm hurt? I could help you make it feel better.” Lint asks. His voice is still groggy and crackly, since they’ve just woken up. “Nah broski, it hurts a little but I’m cookin’ up some freaking scrambled eggs, man!”

Lint glances into the pan. That is not edible. At least not anymore.  “Hey, man, I think the eggs are burnt. Like, I don’t think that’s edible.” “Oh.”

Lint turns the stove off and takes the pan full of extremely burnt scrambled eggs outside. The 2 of them did try to eat the scrambled eggs, but like Lint thought, they weren’t very appetizing.

Well, that’s three perfectly good eggs down the drain. Or should they say, into the yard for stray animals to get after. They place the now empty pan in the sink when they return, and he grabs an ice pack from the freezer. He always has ice packs ready now, just in case Troy gets hurt. And he gets hurt more often than not. Even though they’ve played this game a hundred times before, Troy still just looks back at Lint as if he’s a deer in headlights.

“Dude, I’m fine. It’s not even that bad, man, it’ll just go away soon…” Troy murmured. “But it does hurt, doesn’t it? And it could hurt a little less. Just hold that ice pack up to your arm, wherever it hurts most, man! I’ll be back in a second!” Lint replies before running off to grab a box of band-aids, which in this situation are completely useless, but it’ll make Troy feel a bit better and they know that.

Lint rushes back to where Troy stands in the kitchen holding a box of regular old band-aids. They would’ve grabbed the fun ones with cartoon characters on them, but they ran out of those from last time and this is all they’ve got now. Lint grabs a couple of band-aids and applies them to the bruises. This act isn’t going to help anything, really, but it’s the thought that counts. This says ‘I love you’ better than any words could, at least for Lint and Troy.

For them, they don’t need to say ‘I love you’ to each other, it’s already present in the way that they speak, in the way they look at each other, it’s present in every little thing that they do. Even if Troy is still unlearning, even if Lint is stuck waiting to hear those words for the rest of his life, that’s fine by them. Because everything is okay now. Troy is safe, Troy is smiling. Troy is happy, and so is Lint.

[lowkeyerror]

The Family Business Ch.5

WandaNat x Reader

Work Count: 1.2k

Chapter Notes: Angst, Violence

Summary: The guilt Wanda feels for missing your important milestones boils over and you're left trying to comfort her.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Dinner was over, but the chatter continued. Wanda had snuck off to the restroom somewhere amidst the conversation. Once she had finished up, she couldn’t fight the urge to go into her old room.

It was exactly the same as she left it. The light blue walls were littered with her old posters. Her bed still had a few old stuffed animals on it. Her desk was covered with post it notes, she used for keeping track of her important things.

Had she grown more than she had realized in the last five years? Was it selfish to assume that you wouldn't have?

“Something’s bothering you.”

Wanda startles at the sound of your voice. You stand in her doorway.

“Nothing, Y/n.”

You don't believe her.

You close the door behind you and fully step into her room. “You were quiet the entire dinner.”

“I was thinking,” she replied shortly.

“About what?”

She takes a seat on her bed and exhales, “A lot has changed since I’ve been away.”

You take a seat next to her, “You were gone for awhile.”

Her eyes meet yours, “I didn’t want to be. I didn't want to miss everything.”

She began to tear up. You hadn’t seen Wanda like this before. Wanda never let anyone see her be vulnerable. Her head rests on your shoulder, and she grabs one of your hands, seeking some comfort.

“Wanda it’s alright,” you try but she cuts you off.

“It’s not, I missed your graduation,” she began to sob.

You begin to internally panic, but you have enough sense to know that this is about more than your graduation. Your arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to you. She ends up straddling your lap. Her forehead lays against yours. You do your best to wipe her tears away.

“Forgive me, Y/n. Forgive me,” her cries grow louder.

Hesitantly you grab her face in your hands. Through the tears she sees the look of worry on your face. Wanda starts wiping at the tears with her sleeves.

You stop her, “There’s nothing that you missed that I can’t tell you about now. No one blames you for missing anything. I don’t blame you. I’m just happy you’re back.”

Wanda stops crying. She sniffles a bit with a sad smile on her face, “I remember that night when you came to the door.”

Your breath hitches. Her thumb follows the path on your check where the glass had cut you.

“You were so-”

“Helpless,” you finish.

Wanda shakes her head, “You are so strong. Anyone else wouldn’t have made it to the door.  I was going to say you were so pure. The world was so cruel even though you were nothing but a light.”

“Wanda-”

“Now, I’m hearing from everyone how you’re not like that anymore, that you’ve changed. I hate having to find out about you because I should know. My wife knows about how many people you’ve killed, and I didn’t even know you had fired a gun. I hate that it feels like I don’t know you anymore.”

You were taken aback by her words. Even with her being away for 5 years, you felt like she knew you better than anyone; even Pietro. Wanda had such a deep understanding of your inner workings that it scared you a lot of the time.

It took little effort to interlock your fingers with hers. You wait for her to look at you and when she does you speak, “You know me better than anyone ever has.”

“I used to,” she tries to drop your hands.

You don’t let her, “I can’t say that I haven’t changed at all, but I’m still me Wanda. I still watch reality tv as a guilty pleasure, I still eat my cheese puffs with a fork, and I still get a little antsy in the dark.”

She laughs a bit, and the sound brings a smile to your lips.  Your nerves ease as she seems to relax.

“You’re still my little krolik then?”

You blush a little but move her off your lap. You stand and hold out your hand. She doesn’t grab it, instead turning her back towards you.

You roll your eyes, “I’ll always be your little krolik. Now can we go back downstairs.”

Wanda hesitates, “Would you tell me what you told Natasha?”

“About my first kill?”

She nods lightly, “If it’s alright with you.”

You nod and sit at the desk chair across from the bed. It’s not much easier telling Wanda than it was telling Natasha. If anything, it was harder knowing how the woman had reacted in the past when you had been hurt.

“I should’ve known about this,” she’s seething, as she speaks.

“You had just lef-”

“I don’t care if the plane was mid fucking flight! I would’ve turned that bitch around!”

Before you could try to de-escalate the situation Pietro came into the room. “Is everything alright in here, you’ve been up here for a long time?”

Wanda jumps out of the bed and grabs the man by his collar. She nearly lifts him in the air, then beats on his chest. She’s moved him from the room to the hallway., You’re too stunned to intervene.

“WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME? NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME? SOME JERK FELT HER UP AND SHE SNAPPED HIS FUCKING NECK AND NO ONE THOUGHT TO CALL ME?”

Pietro remains calm, his hands rest on top of hers “Wanda it was nearly 5 years ago.”

“So why is this the first time I'm hearing of it?”  The drop in her voice snaps you out of your trance.

“Wanda put him down,” Dragos voice booms in the hallway.

She let Pietro go and instead redirects her glare to her father, “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I knew you'd react like this. You’ve always been able to handle your emotions unless Y/n was involved,” his words only seem to anger her more.

“I’m the one that can't handle my emotions when it comes to Y/n? Are we sure about that? Because if you want to play ball I will swing for the fucking fences,” she combats quickly.

You watch as the color drains from Pietro’s face and even Dragos seems to stand down a bit.

“Wanda.” Natasha’s voice is strong as she speaks, “Let’s go, ok? I think everyone just needs a little space right now.”

Wanda doesn't seem like she’s done with the conversation.

“Y/n, sweetheart I think they're staying in your building. Why don't you take them there,” Flora suggests.

You nod, unable to speak at the moment.  You can see Wanda about to argue again so you slip your hand in hers. You don’t waste time pulling her towards the stairs. Natasha holds her other hand, clearing some of the tension from her system.

You get in the drivers seat while Natasha sits in the back with Wanda. Your brain was slightly clouded as her words sat with you.  Wanda knew something that made Pietro and Dragos cower in regard to you. You wanted to press on, but you knew she was in no shape to answer.

 Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, you could see that Natasha was whispering to her, trying to calm her. You’d never known Wanda to have a temper, but apparently, when it came to you her rage seemed unrelenting.

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[foresdxw]

niki accidentally saying he loves you

niki x reader | request | Work has me exhausted, and I don’t want to think anymore, and I just can’t hold back from mumbling I love you into your hair. Uh, sorry. | i'm alive, and unedited!

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when niki entered your living room, he didn't say a word.

"hey!" you greeted him, immediately noticing the tired look in his eyes. "are you okay?"

niki simply plopped face-down on your large couch and made a whining sound that somewhat resembled a yes, unmoving.

you reached your hand out to his head and brushed your fingers through his hair. "long day?"

niki sat up, stared at you for a few moments, and then threw his arms around your neck, knocking your from your sitting position and nuzzling his face in your hair as you fell back, partially throwing his legs over yours and trapping you to your couch as if he was a nice, weighted blanket. "Reaally long day," he confirmed.

"aww, i'm sorry." You pat his head and accepted the way he was sort of squishing you. "you didn't have to come over if you were so tired, i know your schedule is busy..."

"nooooo," niki squished you even harder. "i need to come here after... i'm so tired of being around everything all the time and... when i come here I don't have to think anymore."

you felt like niki was barely making sense, but you could tell he needed comforting. "okay, no more thinking. only movie night." you rubbed his back.

niki rubbed his face in your hair and whined again. "i love you," he mumbled. if he wasn't as close to you as he was, you probably wouldn't have heard it.

your hand that was rubbing his back froze. "what?"

you had liked niki for a long time, and couldn't believe your ears. all this time, you had just been friends, and you had forced your feelings for him down as hard as you could because you knew it would never happen.

"what?" niki replied immediately. he was trying to play it cool, but you could feel his body tense against yours.

"what did you just say?" you asked.

niki got off your and sat up-- all the way on the opposite side of the couch. "i didn't say anything. you're hearing things." he took the remote to the tv and glued his eyes to the screen. "we were planning on an anime movie, right?"

"yeah..." you whispered, sitting up and crossing your arms. you couldn't help but be mad-- niki's denial made you feel like he was messing with you, another cruel prank from the mind of a teenage boy-- mess with the girl you know has a crush on you. it was the oldest prank in the book, but you didn't think he would do this to you, his best friend.

"...okay, which one should we watch?"

you shrugged.

niki sighed and moved closer to you. he was mentally slapping himself for slipping up like that. he knew things would be awkward if he ever admitted that he was in love with you-- you brought him the peace and calmness he needed in his crazy life-- yet that was the reason why he was so relaxed around you that he felt like he could be himself and speak his mind around you-- and you and the fact that he loves you tended to be the main thing on his mind, a lot of the time.

the fact that you weren't saying anything was proof of how awkward it would be if he ever admitted he loved you, niki assumed. but still, he hated being apart from you. if he couldn't be your boyfriend, he was going to make sure he remained your best friend.

niki inched even closer to you, to where he was pressed against your side. "how about we watch your favorite?"

you shook your head. "we've seen it enough. it's fine."

oh, no. niki knew that when you said "it's fine", that clearly meant that absolutely nothing was fine. but to be honest, his head hurt to much and he was too tired to deal with this.

"ugh, alright. i love you, okay? but it's nothing. i just don't want it to get awkward." niki admitted. "uh, sorry."

you froze for a second-- before remembering this is niki you were talking about, and rolled your eyes. "seriously, niki, that's not funny. i thought you were tired."

"what? what's not funny?" niki turned to face you, and now you were the one with your eyes glued to the screen, refusing to look at him.

"you can't mess with my feelings like that. i know jake has probably told you how i feel by now." a tear rolled down your cheek as you regret confiding in jake about your feelings for niki. he told you it was okay, but you knew how close they were.

"what?!" niki somewhat squeaked. "you told *jake*? and he didn't tell me?!"

you rolled your eyes and moved to get up. "okay, this is just getting mean--"

niki grabbed you by your shoulders and sat you back down, turning you and forcing you to stay seated and face him. "no!" he moved his face unnecessarily close to yours and looked into your eyes. "i--" niki sighed and cupped your face when he noticed tears were falling, wiping them away with his thumb. "please don't cry," he took a deep breath. "i love you."

you sniffled, trying not to crack under the intensity of the moment. you wanted to believe him, but you couldn't. "in what way?"

"like-- uh..." niki racked his brain for an answer that would make you believe him, but he couldn't think of the words that could possibly describe how feels, so instead, he showed you.

he moved one of his hands to the back of your head, and kissed you, hard, before he could stop himself.

once his lips were on yours-- he realized that there was still a large chance you might not like him back at all and push him away, so he kissed you with all his might, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you gently as he kissed you passionately, hoping you would understand what he meant, and not hate him for it.

his mind went blank-- once again not thinking of anything but you, so it took him a moment to realize... you were actually kissing him back.

you pulled away first, just before the moment crossed the line from kiss to make-out. you panted slightly, trying to catch your breath. "oh."

you tried to fight the smile growing on your face, but niki noticed it, and couldn't help but grin back. "yeah." he shook his head. "wait, you told jake you have feelings for me? when?"

"i started telling him about... a year ago?" you estimated.

"oh my god, i'm gonna kill him." niki turned around to reach for his phone and scream at jake virtually.

now, it was your turn to grab him and pull him back. "please, don't commit murder. i made him promise."

niki totally forgot all about his anger when he looked into your eyes again. "okay..." he grabbed your hand. "but only because i love you."

[another-lost-mc]

Omg hear me out

OlderStepBrother!Levi x YoungerStepSister reader

He's so protective over you, after all, nobody's good enough for his little sister except for him<3

a/n: oh, he'd be so creepy.

➤ older step-brother!levi | headcanons

1.4k words | nsfw | gn!reader | dark content

cw: step!cest. reader is late teens/early 20s and levi is mid-late 20s. modern au; implied cyber-stalking/surveillance; cursing; ambiguous ending.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who's completely uninterested in getting to know you. So what if your parents got hitched? It's not any of his business. He hasn't even met you yet, but the more he hears about you, the more annoyed he is for reasons he doesn’t understand. He doesn't care about what university you're going to, or what your grades are, or that you like "the same cartoons and games" he does. He's not going out of his way just to meet you. It's not even worth his time to look you up online. He couldn't care less.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who you only know vague details about before you meet him for the first time. You don't understand what he does exactly, only that he's good with computers and works freelance and somehow affords his own house in an expensive neighbourhood a few hours away. He might be older than you, but not that much older. Your stomach does somersaults when you think about meeting him because he's new and unfamiliar. Still, you’re cautiously optimistic that maybe if you get along, you can be friends.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who finally meets you when you go home for the first reading week of the semester. He ran out of excuses to avoid attending a pointless family gathering, and he's just desperate to get his old man off his back about being a recluse. He has his game plan ready: after playing nice for a couple of days, he'll go back home and pretend you don't exist.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who slowly realizes that maybe you have more in common than he realized. You're not some airhead or annoying social butterfly soaking in the riches of his father's fortune. You mumble your name and glance at him shyly from under your lashes and shuffle on the balls of your feet like you're too nervous to stand still. Levi feels self-conscious too because you point out the anime figure keychain dangling from his car keys and the cute vinyl stickers he decorated his car with. He assumes you're going to tease him, but you chatter on excitedly about how they're some of your favourite characters too. He hesitantly takes the second controller when you invite him to play games in your room, and you're mediocre at best. (It's still endearing when you cheer not because you won the race, but because you avoided driving off the rainbow track.) You might not be hardcore like him, but there's something almost cute about your enthusiasm. Why is your awkward laughter so contagious?

"Why did you choose this room?" he asked between races. Your bedroom isn't tiny by any means, but he knows his old room has nearly twice the amount of space. "I figured you would've cleared out my room, it's a lot bigger." You scratched the back of your neck and shrugged, eyes focused on the TV to avoid his scrutiny. "It didn't feel right going into your room and clearing out the rest of your belongings like that. It's still yours, even if you don't live here anymore." You tapped the gamepad and waited for him to select his character for the next match. "Want to keep playing?" He snapped his head away from your face and looked at the screen, choosing a character at random while he resisted the urge to cover his face in embarrassment. His cheeks burned hot. "Y-yeah, sure we can," he muttered nervously, cringing when his voice cracked.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with you. His plan to leave after a day or two at most is officially scrapped. How can he leave so soon when you still have ten episodes of the latest season to watch together? There's a bowl of popcorn on the couch between you and when it's empty, he jingles his keys and drives you both to a late-night boba tea shop. The old folks are in bed for the night—they won't even notice you're gone.

"C'mon, you haven't finished watching it yet? But the last season is the best one!" You rub your arm awkwardly in the passenger seat beside him. "I started watching it with my ex but we—well, we broke up on bad terms and I guess it reminds me of them when I try to watch it now." You miss the curious glance when you stare out the window and you don’t elaborate further. He can only imagine the worst even though it doesn’t make sense—you're cute and sweet and who the hell would be stupid enough to ruin something so good? Your shoulders shake and you breathe out a stuttered sigh, and something venomous hardens his expression into something cold, like steel. He’s tempted to ask for your ex's name but decides not to—he suspects it’ll be easy enough to find once he gets back on his computer. He clears his throat to break the awkward silence. "Well, if you wanna try watching it again, maybe we can re-watch the whole series together?" It only takes a second for the hand resting on the gear shift to squeeze your knee gently and return to where it was. He stares at the dark road ahead even though he knows you're looking at him now. "Don't let ungrateful assholes ruin good things for you. You’ve got me now, okay?”

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who is determined to keep in touch when that short week together comes to an end. He already has blank social media accounts he uses to follow his favourite game developers and anime blogs, but now he has a new reason to use them. Once you realize it's him, you accept all his friend requests without hesitation. He even creates accounts for apps he doesn't even use so that he can see all the photos and videos you upload to your private account. He scrutinizes all your old posts and takes screenshots of the photos of you that turn him on he likes most. You don't post a lot of selfies, but he sees glimpses of your daily life: the café near campus you like, your room in the house you rent with some other classmates. Sometimes you post things that remind you of him now too, and even though you don't mention him by name or tag him, he knows who you're thinking about.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who is surprisingly thoughtful. Sometimes he comments on your social media posts directly, but most of the time he texts you instead. You have disjointed conversations throughout the day and it becomes habit for both of you. He asks how school is going and how your roommates are treating you. You ask him about his job because you're still not sure what a freelance cybersecurity expert does. He gets flustered when you ask him if he's dating anyone and you don't bring up the subject again. Maybe he's just shy?

Player Two: ugh.

LEV14TH4N: what's wrong?

Player Two: are you sure i'm not bothering you? you must be so busy with work...

LEV14TH4N: pfft. you're not bothering me at all. i'd rather talk to you than these idiots i have to work with.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who claims he has more money than he knows what to do with when he starts sending you little gifts. He asks for a link to your online wish list and has everything delivered express: the latest manga volume he knows you're excited to read; a pre-order for a game that's coming out soon; your favourite snacks. He also sends you an expensive housecoat when you mention off-handedly that yours is getting a little threadbare and you need to buy a new one soon. It's from a high-end boutique you've never heard of but sounds expensive. The robe is made from the softest plush material and it's so warm; it's a bluey-purple colour that reminds you a bit of his eyes. All he asks for in return is a picture once you've tried it on—to make sure that it's the right size, of course.

LEV14TH4N: you look

LEV14TH4N: sorry. it looks nice on you. i'm glad you like it.

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who never seems to sleep. He offers to skim your assignments just before the midnight submission deadline. Later, he reminds you that it's no trouble at all—he was still awake so no need to feel bad! Sometimes when you can't sleep, you scroll through your social media feed and hope the boredom will cure your insomnia, until a familiar name pops up on your screen.

LEV14TH4N: you have class in a few hours, can't sleep?

(He jokes that he just had a feeling you were still up, and you're too sleepy and flattered by his concern to question him further.)

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who makes plans on weekends to come see you at school when he thinks you could use a break. He makes the drive to town—a couple hours away from where he lives—and you spend the day at the mall, or visiting your favourite lunch or dinner spots. You invite him inside to meet your roommates and he looks around your room curiously. You seem happy here, and he's glad.

(You seem happiest with him, and that makes him feel even better.)

Older Step-Brother!Levi, who can't wait to see you on your next school break.

LEV14TH4N: the old folks are going on vacation this winter.

LEV14TH4N: but you can stay here if you want. there's lots of room and it beats spending the holidays stuck on campus by yourself.

Player Two: really? you don't mind?

LEV14TH4N: of course not.

LEV14TH4N: i'm looking forward to it.

[spadecentral]

📺 Encouragement From Beyond | First Years

>> requested: no >> a/n: i hate tiktok

>> masterlist: ramshackle (misc.) >> summary: you leave videos for each of the first years after you return home >> reader prns: they/them [not used] >> warning(s): crying, mentions of panic/anxiety attacks

Ace Trappola didn't think he would miss you as much as he did when you left. From the moment he met you, always being a greedy little shit was his way of keeping a little bit of distance between the two of you. When he saw Crowley with a box of tapes with one designated for each of the freshmen, he knew something was up.

Sitting in front of the television, Ace shook. He stared through tears as words spoken by your voice came out of the TV.

"I know you don't like planning ahead," you said. "But you gotta have some structure to your life! Make sure to take care of yourself. And also keep up the magic tricks! They're really cool and I think you could always get a gig as a magician if you aren't good enough to be a real one. Thanks for the jokes, you trickster."

You laughed. You laughed and smiled and swayed in your seat, before reaching up and shutting off the camera. Ace couldn't take it. He cried and cried and harshly rubbed his eyes, getting his makeup into them.

"Ah fuck!" he cursed loudly, but continued to cry. Sniffling every other second, tears ran down his face. This was his last piece of you, and yet he wanted to smash the tape. Smash it to smithereens so that nothing could hurt him.

Deuce Spade was almost as emotional as Grim when you departed. At least, that's what he likes to say. He couldn't hold a blank face as Crowley pulled out the box of tapes. He knew what they were of, you even told him. But he hoped he would never have to see those wretched things again.

Nearly yanking Crowley's arm off as he snatched his tape away, Deuce sprinted for the nearest room with a television. Yelling and threatening the students in the closest classroom to get out, he almost broke the tape as he jammed it into the VHS player.

Slumping on a wooden chair, he stared as you became animated on the screen. Almost as mesmerized as when he saw you first, he didn't even notice the tears pouring out of his eyes.

"Deuce!" you said like you hadn't even left. You didn't leave. Not then, anyways. "You're going to be one hell of a police officer, okay? You aren't gonna slack off, right? I believe in you. And I'm gonna miss you and everyone else a whooooooooole lot. So be on your best behavior for me! Thank you for being with me this last year, I'll never forget it."

As the tape came to a stop, Deuce started choking as he cried. Collapsing onto the floor, his coughs came out dry and morphed as he sobbed. He didn't want to touch the tape yet. Didn't want to ruin it with his hands. He was going to treasure that tape until he died. And maybe when he died he'll be with you; so he won't need it anymore.

Jack Howl really tried to hide that he missed you. But his ears and tail didn't get the memo. When Crowley lifted the lid to that box, it reeked of you. His patience was running thin when Crowley finally got to him, so he snatched it out of Crowley's hand. But not in a rough way. Never in a rough way. This was you. He'd never want to hurt you.

Walking to the library, he asked the librarian if he could have the television room to himself as he watched the tape. Almost on the verge of crying when he went into the room, Jack slid the tape into the VHS and sat back on a creaky chair. As the TV whirred on, the first thing he heard was your voice.

"Hey Jack," you said, smiling at him. Well, he knew you weren't smiling at him, but he wanted to think so. Just once. "Sorry for uh... this."

Jack's tail curled around his torso and his ears fell flat. He was about to say something back to you, but he had to remind himself that you... weren't there.

"Could you make sure that everyone... takes care of themselves?" you laughed nervously, scratching the back of your head. "Like brushing their teeth and eating properly? And don't overwork yourself, either! I'm not assuming the worst or anything! I'm just— I—." you stopped, and took a breath. Jack modeled your breathing as well, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm just worried. I want you all to be safe when I'm... well, you know," you trailed off. "Anywho! Thanks for being my friend and stuff, bye now!"

As the tape shut off, Jack had no one to model his breathing after. Spiralling, Jack's breaths got heavier and heavier as his chest got more constricted. Almost passing out, he fell out of his seat and onto the floor. He stroked his tail in silence, trying to replicate your breathing. He was trying to do anything to get himself back up again.

Epel Felmier stood silently as he watched Crowley pass out the tapes. When the headmaster finally got to him, Epel took it gently, barely touching it. As if lost, Epel stood there before one of the teachers had to guide him to a room with a TV. As the teacher began to reach for the tape, Epel got ultra-defensive. Hitting and kicking, Epel yelled at them to stay away from him. To stay away from you.

After the teacher retreated into the hallway, Epel carefully put the tape into the VHS. He dared not break it in any way, in case there was something really important you wanted to say.

"Hey Epel," you say. Greeted by the familiarity of your voice, Epel calms down almost automatically. "I hope your family's farm is doing well! I hope they're still selling tons and tons of apples."

All the boy could do was nod along with your words.

"Don't be too reckless, okay? I love who you are, of course! And keep being rambunctious," you sighed. "Just don't go too overboard. Don't test Vil's limits. Please, for the love of the seven, don't test Vil's patience.

"And also, make sure to keep practicing at Magical Shift, okay? You've got some real talent," you smirked. "Score a basket for me. Or whatever they're called here. Sorry for never learning, haha.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks for being a little shit. But for real, thank you for staying by me."

As the tape shuts off, Epel's mind goes blank again. He can't cry. Shouldn't cry. Wouldn't cry, won't cry. So the only way for him to deal with his feelings is to shut them off.

Epel pulled the tape out of the VHS and walked out of the door to the classroom. He didn't know what he was going to do with the tape of you just yet, but he definitely wasn't going to throw it out.

Sebek Zigvolt promised himself he would not get emotional at your departure. He didn't. Not at your departure. Sure, he cried alone in his room that night, but what does it matter anyway? The next morning, he was suspicious right off the bat when he was called to the headmaster's office. And when he saw the box of tapes with everyone's names on them, it clicked.

He almost wanted to refuse the tape when it was handed to him. But out of too much curiosity, Sebek took it. The tape was heavy in his hand, much heavier than it should have been. Or maybe it was just his mind playing games on him.

Pushing the tape into the VHS was probably the hardest part for Sebek. Debating it, he finally decided not to. Sebek couldn't. He won't. He will not cry because of you again. Huffing, Sebek brought it back to his dorm room with him, placing it on his dresser. The same dresser that had a photo of you and the rest of the first years on it.

Sebek knew he might regret his decision later. But, he decided that now is not the time for such tomfoolery.

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[nymphbnny]

2 AM AGAIN _ f.toji

tw. 1.7k wd, bouncer!toji, smoking (j.), minor breast play, oral sex (f. & m), unsafe sex (lmao), praise, spanking (minor) MDNI !! in honor of our big buff daddy getting animated, even if i don't like the voice they picked for him...

you sat on your couch, your limbs spread out from the long shift at the pub. you had to work long hours to afford rent and so far you've been managing. well, almost managing. you try to reach your small stand to pull out a half-smoked joint you didn't get to finish before leaving. with a bit of struggle, you manage to pull out both the lighter and the joint together.

you sit up, ready to smoke the rest of your blunt until a knock on your front door interrupts you. you get up and look into the peephole and internally smile when you see toji standing behind the door, his hand against the frame and his face looking down the hallway. you giddily open the door and welcome him with a warm hug. "'m sorry for coming at that time but i couldn't sleep and i figured you'd be up still so," he trailed looking at you. "i needed a partner anyway, come on in." he raises his eyebrow at your statement then boyishly smirks when you hand him the joint which he happily lights up. you watch him wrap his fingers around it, inhaling then holding the smoke in before saying: "shit's good", then blowing out the smoke, his voice sounding raspier than usual.

"mhm", you hum, your eyes looking at his tight black t-shirt then sneaking a peek down his gray sweats. "wanna watch something?" you suggest pointing back at the couch with your thumb, walking backward before plopping back on our couch, your legs propped up on your small wooden table. he shrugs and sits down next to you, his bicep rubbing against your leg as he reached to get the ashtray that was on the opposite side of the table.

toji and you were friends. he was the bouncer of the pub you work at and defended you once when perverts tried to hit on you. you had sex once though, just once, even if you secretly wish it was more. it was a tough night for both of you and you ended up at your place drinking scotch until you were undressed and tangled up on your bed.

you still find him attractive but you didn't want to make anything awkward so you kept your distance. you're acquaintances, friends at best. trying to get rid of your thoughts, you take the joint that was laying in the tray and bring it to your lip, toji watching how nicely your lips wrapped around it. he noticed the remote next to you. as an excuse to get closer to you, he brought his arm around you and got the remote, your body squished to his. he didn't remove his arm, instead he turned on the TV and started switching channels until he found a nice movie for you two to watch.

"how was work? i didn't see you today," he spoke up, his hand resting on your arm, rubbing the flesh softly. your body was on fire, the weed getting to your brain, making you melt even more in his touch. "yeah i got pretty busy at the bar, busy night. i can't feel my fucking legs anymore," you chuckled smoking, then you feel toji shift next to you, his body straight up, moving your legs so they're laying on his lap and your head in comfortably seated at the end of the couch. his free hand massaged your legs softly. "better?" his voice rough but smooth. you nodded then rose your arm to place the joint between his lips. you didn't break eye contact and you could tell that his eyes were looking at you like you were a prey. you've seen that look before.

to your surprise, he didn't react much, or initiate anything. he just kept talking about whatever movie he put on and how dumb modern producers were. you didn't care. the joint was long gone, and so was your brain. you wanted him and you were slowly dying on the inside that he didn't feel the same. you stop him by sitting up and setting yourself in his lap.

you shift to get comfortable, his jaw locking from the pressure you were applying on his crotch. "toji," you whisper almost into his mouth, your eyes looking at his delicious lips. "yeah?" he breathed out, his arms wrapping around your torso to keep you in place. you placed your hands on his wide shoulders, then dragged them down his buff chest to his stomach, his breathing getting heavier. as you opened your lips to speak, his hand was wrapped at the back of your neck and slid his tongue inside your mouth, his lips wrapping around yours.

your hands gripped the end of his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you kissed him back. you missed him so much it was driving you crazy. "i missed you so fucking much." he said before kissing you again, his hands holding your head in place. his dick was getting harder beneath you, your baggy t-shirt not hiding much of your bare pussy. you just remembered that you were totally naked under that singular piece of clothing.

"toji," you broke the kiss, both of you breathing hard. "i want you." you sat up slowly, your hand pulling down his sweats along with his underwear, his dick sitting up. pretty and swollen. you licked your palm and rubbed it, earning a small gasp from him. he looked at you in awe, his heart beating faster by the minute.

he pushed your hand away and guided your hips towards him, his hand palming your pussy, a smirk forming on his lips when he realized you were fully naked. toji help your hip with a hand while he grabbed his dick with the other, positioning you on top of him before lowly pushing you down, both of you gasping out as the tip went in, stretching your muscles.

"more," you moaned out, your hand on his shoulder as you took more of his length and girth, your mouth agape. his fingers worked their way towards your top, slowly pulling it off your body, exposing your breasts to him. "you're so pretty darling," he muttered, his hand placed on your back. "toji, fuck me, please" you begged as you tried to move up and down his dick. "shh baby let me take care of you," he sat up, his lips on your breast, sucking and licking your nipple as he began moving your hips rhythmically with his thrusts, meeting them halfway, his dick almost fully in as he pushed deeper each time.

"so good, you feel so good," he groaned, moving to your other breast, your fingers digging into his back. "off, take it off." you whined as you pulled at his shirt, an amused look appearing on his face. "take it off." he lied back his hand resting on your hips. you moved your hips against him, not wanting the feeling of friction to leave your body, then slowly removed his shirt, tossing it beside you. he looked at you, biting his lip as he took in your beauty, his fingers digging in your flesh.

you placed your hands all over his chest, not being able to stop and then you removed yourself from him, a wince leaving his lips as if he was sad that he couldn't feel your tightness anymore. toji instantly grins when he watches you get on your knees, your hand rubbing your pussy to gather some of the wetness then coated his dick with it, stroking his length up and down before lowering your head and sucking slowly his tip. your tongue swriled under it, his hips slighlty jolting. you looked at him as he played with your hair, gently pushing you down as you began sucking him, your free hand fondling his balls teasingly, earning a few whimpers from him. it turned you on. seeing how a buff strong man like him could be shaking and heavily breathing because of your touch.

"you're doing so good, sucking me so good," he hummed throwing his head back, his hips thrusting upwards to feel more of your throat. you began sucking him faster, urging to taste his cum. you kept on going until you let go of his dick, catching him off guard. he looked down at you questioningly. "can i swallow your cum?" you bit your lips, both of your hands stroking his dick at an agonizing pain. "fuck yes, c'me here," he brought your head back down, his thrusts getting more aggressive as your question turned him on, his hand keeping your head down enjoying the sound of gagging and the saliva dripping from your mouth corners. "gonna swallow every drop yeah?" you muffled, unable to say a word and felt him twitching. "oh fuck, fuck yes, mhm, shit," toji groaned, his warm cum shooting down your throat as you tried your best not to suffocate.

"you're such a good girl, such a good girl," he kept repeating as you swallowed as much cum as you could, your eyes puffy and lips swollen. you looked up at toji who was panting above you, his hand palming your cheek to bring you up and kiss you.

"get up baby c'mon," he said then picked you up so your pussy was facing his face, as if you were sitting on air. you legs were dangling from the couch as he kept you up by holding your thighs with his strong arms. "i wanna taste," he muttered and immediately starting lapping at your wet pussy, his tongue going feral on you.

you played with your breasts, desperate to hold onto anything, your mouth wide open. nothing but sounds of slurping and moans were in the room. toji began sucking on your clit, his hand spanked your ass a few times before holding you again. "toji," you whimpered, your vision becoming blurry and head heavy. "all over my face baby," he spoke against your core making you tremble, your weak efforts to bring on his face making him chuckle. it took a few more seconds to come undone, your fingers furiously gripping his hair.

"holy fuck," you chuckled as he sat you back on his lap, both of you panting as you looked at each other. you glimpsed at the clock behind you and smiled at the little coincidence, it's 2 am again.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for calling animal rescue/welfare on my mom who loves her pets?

My mom has 2 cats and 1 dog. I want to start off by saying that she doesn't physically abuse her animals.

They're in a weird state of being really emotionally spoiled and completely physically neglected. The dog sleeps in bed with her and is always on the sofa, doesn't get told off when he pees and poops in the house, and the cats are always getting cuddles. The cats are getting kinda fat because they're fed a lot.

My mom is an alcoholic and she doesn't look after herself or her home at all. It's been years since she showered or bathed, she goes weeks without changing her clothes except for when she works, her house is genuinely falling completely apart. Cupboard doors are falling off at the hinges and propped up with buckets, doors don't close, carpets are coming up off the floor, wallpaper is peeling, the shower door fell off and shattered, the toilet lid is cracked in half, the floors are too dirty to step on without shoes, the entire house STINKS of animal urine and there are stains everywhere. A couple of years back she had an insect infestation in one of the bedrooms.

Now, my mom loves her pets and really emotionally relies on them. Ever since I moved out she's been alone and has regressed even worse because when she's at home she has nothing to do but drink and watch TV. The pets are her only company most days.

However, her bad hygiene and home care translates to them. It has been YEARS since the dog was walked, and months since he even got a cursory trip over the road to the small grass area outside her house. His fur is always matted, and he recently had fleas (god knows how when he doesn't leave the house but there you go). He has bald patches of fur missing. He pees and poops all over the floors and carpets because he just doesn't get let outside to do it enough - and he runs away or hides when you find it so he 100% knows he's not supposed to, he just doesn't have a choice because he's not able to go into the garden. His claws are always so long they're bothering him when he walks, and as gross as it is to describe there have been COUNTLESS times I've visited and he's had literal shit caked onto his fur around his tail because he's had diarrhea and when I've pointed it out that he needs to be washed my mom brushes it off with "It's only a little bit" and continues to let him onto the bed/couch.

The cats are mildly better off because they can clean themselves, but their litter trays are always OVERFLOWING - like, genuinely, mountains of cat poop piling up in the trays to the point where they're going on the floor because they don't have room in the tray - and one of them is sleeping in a bed that is Caked in vomit stains, clumps of hair, other miscellaneous marks, all of that.

I've called someone about it before when I still lived there, and a woman did stop by to check it out and told my mom that the cat litters were unacceptable, but my mom just lies to them. According to her the dog gets walked twice a day without fail, gets a ton of enrichment, everything, and you can't really prove her to be lying. The woman told her she'd drop by in a week to check on the litters, my mom kept them clean until she came back and gave the okay, and then just went right back to neglecting them and nothing was done about it.

I have no idea what to do anymore but I want to call again and really impress upon them that they're not being cared for. I sent photos and video evidence last time along with an explanation, but it doesn't seem like it got me anywhere at all. I just don't know what else to do. I've brought up the idea of taking at least the dog with me to my new place (it's very nearby so she'd still be able to visit him and I'd be able to walk him up to her house), but she VEHEMENTLY objected and told me she'd never be able to let him go.

I'm not sure what it would do tbh, even disregarding that she'd probably just get a new pet I would be genuinely worried she'd lose all interest in life if they were taken away.

TL;DR Mom's alcoholism means she doesn't look after her pets and they're not being cared for at all, but taking them away would severely impact her mental health.

WIBTA for calling animal services on her again?

What are these acronyms?

[hauntedrain]

Part 2: F1 Drivers as Fathers Headcanons

A/N: Not edited.

✧*̥˚ Part two: includes Lando & Oscar*̥˚✧

AN: Not edited.

Lando Norris ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

A goofy dad for sure. Like always joking around and messing with the kids. Would also be the type of dad to agree with random stuff, like bringing an animal home, to buying a stupid toy.

Honestly, it's probably not him saying yes because he wants to keep them happy (even though it's a part of it), but mainly because he genuinely thinks it's a good idea. Like why is it a bad idea to buy a big RV car? or a kitten?

I think he would like to do things like, play games, build Lego sets, or watch movies/TV shows with his kid rather than going out and doing things.

I think once he found out he was going to be a father, he was over the moon with excitement and happiness. Like sweetly bragging about it or bringing it up whenever he could to fellow drivers or friends.

However as for his worries, I don't think he really would have any, and if he did he wouldn't let it get to his head. But I do think he was on high alert to make sure that everything was okay, and that everything was taken care of before and after the baby was born.

I don't think He would necessarily want his kids to get into racing or even push it. I think he wouldn't really care, however if they did get into karting/racing he would be overjoyed and make sure they had everything they needed to be successful and supported.

Like showing up as much as possible to their races, and celebrating if they did good, and even if they didn't do the best competitively wise he would cheer them up somehow. I don't think he would care much in the sense that they're winning or competing well, but rather if they're just having fun and enjoying it.

I think he would like to travel with his kids a lot, like exploring different places and making major memories with them. And best believe he has a photo album with all the photos he took at any place you guys visited.

After every trip, he gets the pictures printed out and as a family, you guys sit down and make and fill the album with the pictures, and decorate it, kinda like a scrapbook or something.

Oscar Piastri ✧･ﾟ: *

Would be a gentle father for sure.

Would be there to help his kids 24/7 or be very protective over them. Making sure they're feeling well all the time, if their shoes are tied correctly, or if they tired he carries them until they get home or aren't tired anymore.

I feel like he would do things like take his kids on a walk, or to something like a zoo, aquarium, park, museum, etc all the time.

I also feel like he would do arts and crafts with his kids if that was something they were interested in.

Like making paper flowers or drawing something with them. or like imagine him lying down on the living room floor with his kid, having colored pencils and crayons around them while coloring in coloring books together. ( he also probably has his own coloring book of cars or animals tbh)

As for him finding out he was going to be a father, I think he wouldn't be worried but rather very happy. Like all smiley and shit since he found out.

He would make sure everything was perfect for his kid, like having a checklist of things you guys need for the house or nursery. Or even reading things to support you and his child throughout and after to make sure things can go as smoothly as possible, and that he can be helpful and useful for anything you or the kid needs.

I think he would enjoy it if his kids could be at his races, even though he knows it is hard to travel all the time, but I do think he would like the idea of being able to spend that time with his family and if there was free time between each weekend and location he would take you guys to explore around the area.

As for if he cares if his kids get into racing or karting, I don't think he would really care. He would love it if they did, but on the other hand, I think he wouldn't want them to get hurt or anything like that and probably silently prefer if they picked a different sport or something not related to sports, like speech & debate or something like that.

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: I'm sorry for not posting in a while, I got a bit sick and school is starting up again. I'm also sorry if this isn't the best, I think I'm forming a small writer's block, so I was struggling to come up with ideas (especially for Lando? I don't know why.) However I hope you still like it, Love you guys <3

[lotusnleaves]

WHATS NOT TO LOVE?

— ᴾᵃᶦʳᶦⁿᵍ: ᴳⁿᵎᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴱ¹⁶¹⁰ᵎᵀᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍˢᵗᵃᵍᵉᵎᴹᶦˡᵉˢ

— ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: "ᵂᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ" ᴾᵃʳᵗ ². ᴱ¹⁶¹⁰ᵎᴹᶦˡᵉˢ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶠᶠᶦᶜᶦᵃˡ.

—ᴬ/ᴺ:ᴰᵉᶠ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʳᵉⁿᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱ⁴²ᵎ ᴴᶜ'ˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵇᶜ ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵇᵒᵘᵗᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᶦˢ "ᵂʰᵃᵗˢ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵀᵒ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ" ᶦᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵏᵏᵏ. ᴵᵗˢ ˢᵒ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵈᵉᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᴴᶜ'ˢ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴵ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵃ ⁿᵃᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ♡

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who will always always, let you nap on him during your study halls or free periods and any other class you cant get through. Especially if he knows you had one of those real restless sleepless nights. He'll even write down the notes for you so your not behind when you wake up he's just sweet like that.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles Miles's who a couple months into your situationship realises your obsessed with his smell. The faint aroma of his coconut and mango scented hair products, all the way down to his subtle cologne. Sooo that in mind, he'll purposely leave a hoodie or T-shirt of his somewhere he knows you'll find it and your endlessly appreciative he doesn't think your a weirdo for liking that kinda thing.

And while we still on the topiccc.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who hears you complain to a friend that non of the clothes he let you borrow smell like him anymore. So when he's at your place and you're distracted he's taking items of clothing and returning em days later smelling fully of him again.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who would draw you ALL the time you were his muse. Whether you were doing homework, watching TV or literally just existing, Miles had a rough sketch of it all. Though the craziest part was you didn't take notice for months only when you asked to see his work, and he hesitantly pushed his black sketchbook to you clearly embarrassed did you think something was off. You flipped through and saw your face on every other page you were shocked and he did NOT have an explanation.

"...." "Miles what—" " A'ight pass that back"

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who knows your forgetful so he's always prepared to lend you whatever you couldn't remember this time. Forgot lunch? he's got snacks No note book? there's a spare in his bag forgot the homework? He's already handing you the extra one he does just in case this happens. If you wear glasses and you regularly forget or misplace them he's narrating the board to you and correcting the things you misread.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who has had secret beef with your stuff animals since the time he overheard you say you love them more than him so now every time he comes over he just has to harass 'em a lil. You'd tell him crap like "Miles don't be mean to them this is their room too" or "Quit abusing my babies before i lock you're ass out". He can be somewhat civil with them when your around but as soon as you leave he's intimidating your teddy bear snuggles, and you gotta scold him from downstairs"

"Ay man i'on know what kinda game you playin' but—" "MILES LEAVE THEM ALONE BEFORE I COME UP THERE"

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles is so good with kids its crazy but he gets so nervous around children and tries to avoid them. Which make's it even funnier that they naturally gravitate to him." They're attracted to his art that's always bright with colour and his goofy personality, plus he always has candy on him and you think it's so weird. One time he came with you to pick up your younger sibling from school and you step away for a minute when you come back it's to see a crowd of 4 year old's circling a distressed miles.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who is constantly showing you how much he cares. Regularly takes you out on platonic dates taking you to the Fun Fair, movie nights, or painting together in the park. Always remembers to plan something for your birthday like months in advance and this was all prior to a romantic relationship. He was always raising the bar for how you should be treated even before you started dating.

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who's admiration for you only grows when you see his selection of limited edition collectable's and treat them with the respect they deserve (P.s you NEVER rip the packaging). Your especially careful around them and when Mile's lets you hold one of the figurines you treat it like a literal baby. You think that it's a cool hobby of his and know they'll be worth a lot in the future. You lost your shit when Miles told you what Gwen did to one of them.

"......" "Tell me you're joking Miles..."

୨୧ Talkingstage!Miles who gets involved and supports everything you do and if your into makeup he'll volunteer to be your model everytimee. Although the glitter and sticky shit you put on his face isn't all that comfortable nothing make's him happier than seeing you happy and if he has to get all glamified to do that he cool with it.

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@sangwoosbsf

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i watched spto and i'm down bad for matthew patel now so uh- can i request platonic matthew patel x reader where reader works at gman media and they become friends with him after he realizes just how out of his depth running the place and just like breaks down to the nearest person that he has no idea what he's doing?

Oufh I gotta admit the same thing-

......

Being a custodian at G-Man Media certainly wasn't the job you hoped for, but at least it was a job that paid well...better than anything McDonalds could have provided.

And of course, that's only because it used to be run by gazillionaire Gideon Graves.

Yes. Used to.

There was a huge change in management that literally happened overnight--as your boss was defeated in battle by Matthew Patel, and he became the CEO of pretty much everything the former had.

The two record labels, fourteen animal shelters, movie studio, etc. etc. were now all his for the taking.

Never in a million years would you imagine that this theater-obsessed punk who was Ramona's first evil ex-boyfriend would be able to overthrow the G-Man himself.....and yet he won.

Of course, the aforementioned battle they had resulted in some serious damages and a lot of repairs having to be done in several rooms and floors. But if anything you were just relieved Matthew chose to disband the League of Evil Exes. You didn't have to clean up all their messes or fix anything Luke, Todd, or the twins' robot might have broken.

Even better was that Gideon wasn't around to nitpick at every little thing anymore.

That was a huge upside for you.

On the downside, however...your new boss was somehow both better and worse than him.

Matthew was thrown into such a tough role so quickly, and while he seemingly had everything under control with his demon hipster chicks becoming his agents.....sometimes he just looked lost.

Sure, he seemed to like shouting out orders and getting escorts in fancy helicopters, but when it came down to actual business stuff, he kept asking his employees about different things--even painfully obvious things.

You've never talked to him much even before this, although you usually keep to yourself and don't really speak unless spoken to. But you can tell he's struggling to maintain his image.

Still, you don't wanna say anything that might anger him or get you fired.

And besides, he had mystical powers that were ten times cooler than anything Gideon ever had, so pissing him off would be most unwise.

.......

It's late in the evening when you're heading to your final stop before getting to go home: Matthew's office.

He didn't say anything in particular had to be repaired, although you figured there was no harm in double-checking things. For all you know, the TV's wiring might need to be fixed or a screw in the table might've come loose.

Hopefully he didn't mind. You're usually in and out of there by the time he returns from whatever business trip he attended.

Yet upon entering his office, you stood in your tracks upon seeing that he was there, sitting all alone....apparently brooding and monologuing to himself. You were used to seeing him doing that sort of thing.

But this time something seemed...off.

Even his demon agents were concerned and looked grateful you showed up, immediately stepping aside so you could walk in further, hearing his mumbling become more coherent.

"What am I doing with my life? This isn't what I went to college for..."

"Mr. Patel, sir?" You called out cautiously. "Is everything okay?"

"....no, actually. Everything is NOT okay!" Slamming his hands onto the table, he stared up at you from across the table, taking a moment to identify you. You could see how exhausted and bloodshot his eyes were, along with his eyeliner looking more smudged. "You're the custodian, right...[y/n], was it?"

You blinked, surprised he remembered your name. "Correct. I was just-"

"Look, [y/n]..I've been feeling really awful lately and I just need to....get some stuff off my chest. And since you're the only one here right now, you get to listen to me." He then pointed to a chair near him. "Sit, and don't you dare tell anyone what we've discussed, capiche?"

Even though the clock was ticking close to the time you went home, concern over your boss' mental stability took priority over everything else at that moment. So you listened to his demand and took a seat, remaining silent and patient.

As Matthew slumped back into his chair, his whole expression shifted into one of sadness, as though he just lost his best friend. "I'm....not cut out for this job..." He confessed. "This isn't what I envisioned myself doing."

"I imagine it's been difficult. But for the record, you've only been doing this for-"

"I've already lost this company billions of dollars."

You blinked. "Billions, sir?"

"Yes, billions! You know, I-I only defeated Gideon Graves in battle because he would have taken my life if he won. And for a while it felt good to have all of his fame and fortune.......but now it....i-it just sucks! The paperwork never stops, I can barely catch a break, I don't know any of the computer passwords, and I don't even like wearing this stupid suit!!" Laying his head on the table, he banged his fist against it, choking back tears. "I'm a theater major..not a business major, damn it!"

'Poor Matthew..' You frowned slightly. "If all of this is so overwhelming, maybe you could-"

"No." He quickly sat up, his face darkening with a deep scowl. "I am NOT giving anything back to that lying scumbag! Besides, we have a legally binding contract that states all his properties are mine! That means permanently! Forever!"

"My apologies, sir..i-it was only a suggestion." You put your hands up, feeling tense especially as his demons were now frowning at you. "I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately...and there's no shame in admitting that."

Matthew blinked. "You've noticed?"

"I have." You nodded. "I mean..a lot of people go to college for one thing and suddenly wind up in an entirely different field. I know my opinion may not matter much, but...I think you're doing a great job despite your lack of experience."

He shrunk back, no longer looking angry but rather...guilty?

"Thank you.." He sighed. "I'm sorry for never saying this, but you've been a huge help cleaning up after all our messes when we had the League of Evil Exes. So..you better give yourself a little credit, too."

Now it was your turn to be flattered, as you smiled and chuckled. "Thank you, Mr. Patel. I appreciate that."

"Uh-huh..and there's something else, too.."

"And what would that be?"

"....I only refuse to throw in the towel because this company can give me the funds necessary to make the Scott Pilgrim musical a reality." He confessed.

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "A musical based off of that guy you killed?"

"Yes. But apparently he's alive. Ramona told me."

"....I see-"

"BUT as soon as the production takes off, I may or may not return some of Gideon's empire to him. I'm sure that asshole is scheming to reclaim it as we speak..." He grumbled, his attitude turning sour again.

You thought about what you could say to cheer him up without patronizing him...but fortunately that wasn't too hard to figure out.

"I wouldn't worry about him. May I ask who you'll be starring as in the musical?" You rested your arms on the table, smirking as you saw the way Matthew's eyes lit up.

"Why, of course!" With a wide grin, he jumped up onto the table, dramatically posing. "I will be the main character: Scott Pilgrim!! I vow to delight and entertain people everywhere!" He laughed, before he stopped and stared down at you. "[Y/n], may I show you a presentation of my many one-man shows? They've all prepared me for this moment and I'd love your opinion on them."

"Sure." Shrugging, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. "I'm getting paid overtime for this, right?"

His face fell flat. "...I'm supposed to give you guys overtime?"

"Well...Gideon never did, but--nevermind." You shook your head. "You can roll the footage."

His grin returned as he snapped his fingers, causing the room to darken and the TV to come to life, showing off one of his many recorded performances.

It was a two hour long video, but entertaining nonetheless. You recognized a lot of the songs and were impressed by all his method acting.

It's no wonder he made such a convincing CEO.

After that, he finally allowed you to go home with a promise to give you overtime....although not before he exchanged phone numbers with you as thanks for being his unofficial therapist for the day.

He claims it's so he can update you on the musical's progress and "other business stuff", as he put it.

But he kept calling you on your days off to talk, insisting you referred to him as Matthew instead. "Mr. Patel" was slowly starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

You didn't mind it, though.

At this point, you accepted the fact that you became your boss' first (and possibly only) friend.

Maybe after he surrenders the G-Man empire for good, that friendship can continue.

[requiem4adrm]

Luis and Leon with a shy reader?

Love, love, loveeee this. Something about the boys just doing their best to make you blush and squirm :3.

Leon + Luis x shy! reader sfw

Leon:

When you first meet him you can't even look him in the eye, I mean he's just too handsome.

He notices that every time he talks you get even quieter and blush a bright red color.

He starts calling you 'little mouse' because he can barely get a word out of you sometimes.

"C'mon little mouse, tell me something about your pretty self?"

He loves when you open up to him despite being shy, and will pay attention to every word you say because it means that much to him.

Loves to flirt with you, watching the tips of your ears heat up as you make a noise almost like a wounded animal.

The first time you laugh in front of him he smiles the biggest smile, proud of himself that he was able to make you happy.

When you guys get closer and start going out, he acts as your bodyguard, shielding you from unwanted conversations with strangers.

He is always making sure you're comfortable in a crowded environment and lets you know that you can come to him if you don't want to be there anymore.

Overall, he thinks you're the cutest sweetest thing that's ever been put on this planet. Straight up adores you.

Luis:

Likes to tease you about being shy at first, but eventually stops when he notices that it bothers you.

Is also a big flirter like Leon, but tends to go the extra mile just to watch you squirm in place.

Luis is very talkative, but it doesn't bother you, you love to listen to his stories, and he loves to tell them to you. Seeing you light up at whatever he's talking about makes his whole day. Period.

Tries to get you to laugh as much as possible, throwing out dad-pun after dad-pun just to see if even a hint of a smile is on your face.

If you have a bad day but don't want to tell him about it, don't worry because he can already tell, and he'll be right there with all your favorite things to help you feel better. He will watch your favorite movies or TV shows with you (even if they are corny chick flicks, as he says) just to see you smile again.

Mans is whipped fr.

Just like Leon, Luis is your own personal bodyguard. Unless you want to talk to someone, he won't let anyone disturb you.

Calls you his cariña, or his sweetheart, because you quite literally are the sweetest person he's ever met.

In conclusion, both boys give me brain rot fr.