#i'm just in utter disbelief tbh

[alornights]

⟢ sleepovers and treatments

➜ in which ! kyle enters the world of lush and beauty.

💌 ﹫kyle broflovski.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — i need to get my lush life together tbh

kyle never was that interested in skincare or beauty if we're being real here, seriously guys, be honest.

of course he takes care of his hair but, very minimal.

so when he starts dating you and is invited for a sleepover at yours, he's beyond shocked at what he witnessed in your bathroom.

"Why do you have so much stuff." He murmured in disbelief, jaw dropped at the sight of your bathroom.

You laughed pulling out two face masks. "It makes me feel good, I feel accomplished and it makes me feel pretty."

He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you need all that though."

"Probably," You joked pushing him so he was sitting on the toilet, walking between his legs to start putting on his face mask, "But it's fun, it's cool, and it's trendy. And you feel like you aged down 50 years so I say that's a win."

"Oh really?" He questioned, his arms dragging you closer to him by your waist, giving you a kiss on your collarbone. "We'll see about that."

and see he did.

usually he would just, not do this. like he would just refuse.

but something about the way you just lit up whenever he let you do something had his heart melting.

so he let you put all kinds of products on his face, and tbh, took note of what might work, for research purposes ofc.

you even managed to get him to realize how bad his hair is and how he needs to bring it to its glory. lord knows how much he needed your advice on that one.

one of the main reasons he let you do this though, was because of how close you would get to him.

he loves you. which means he loves being around.

so the fact that you're so up and close to him most of the time sends butterflies to his stomach and almost gets him to giggle.

if you're standing while he sits, he'll let his hands rest at your hips to circle them or draw/write things into your skin.

extra points; he kisses any skin he sees to make you flustered.

extra extra points; you sitting in his lap so whenever he wants hell just start kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings.

this whole ordeal lasts fucking hours. let's say you start at like 7, this shit will take up until 11 or 12.

why? either you two get distracted talking about gossip or kyle is being dramatic and refuses to do something.

"Do I have to?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow, watching you take out your nail equipment.

"Yeah, your nails are horrendous to look at. You have some hot hands, they can be even hotter with good nails." You explained with a smirk, "And it's not like I'm going to color them unless you want me to."

"... What colors do you have?"

ended up not doing any color nail polish sadly, one day you'll get him though. don't worry, time is unlimited.

"All this... for a bath." He uttered turning to you in shock seeing what you had laid out for him.

He tilted his head as he watched the bath continue to steam up. Looking to the end of the bath he realized there was a stool with a few things on it.

For one, his favorite drink was in a wine bottle. Ice and mini umbrella included. Then there was a radio with old classic hits playing, some grapes, a lit vanilla candle, and a bunch of different varieties of bath bombs.

All this, for a bath.

You simply smiled, "Welcome to the lavish life."

he will be doing this at home any chance he gets.

or he'll just go over to your place. either which works.

you tried for funsies to try and do his makeup and he simply refused knowing it would somehow get passed around.

but, he wanted to do your hair to see if he was any good (totally not bc he wanted to do it for you every day in case you didn't want to). and how could you deny your boyfriend?

you started off with braids and he was surprisingly good at it for his first time. a few mistakes but overall pretty good.

this is just a silly lil thing but i imagine the two of you listening to barbie, specifically can you keep a secret while doing your routine.

NO ACTUALLY I LIED, IT WOULD BE FABULOUS, SHARPAY EVANS. JUST IMAGINE DANCING TO THAT SONG IN FRONT OF MIRROR OH LORD. KYLE GOING ALL SASSY-

by the end of the night, he feels like a new man.

he's never, and in his words, "felt so clean"

"So...." Kyle murmured climbing onto the bed to lay his head on your chest.

You smiled immediately letting your hands play with his curls, "Hmm?"

".... When are we doing this again?"

[bloodcossmos]

ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT 1 THOUGHTS!!! SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT IF U HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET SCRAM ‼️‼️

my jaw was unhinged the entire time. how did they manage to make already great graphics EVEN GREATER????????? wasn't expecting the intro change but I was GAGGEDUH. vi in a white tank top was NOT on my season 2 bingo.

cried while watching all of them, gotta be fr. in the moments I wasn't I was either biting my lip or saying oh my god oh my god under my breath out of utter disbelief.

caitlyn is STUNNING. like I genuinely wanted to lick my screen when she was in the frame who said that. vi is an absolute darling, I wanna eat her up. sevika can GET THIS I repeat CAN GET THIS. jinx looks so out of herself my poor pookie but she eats it up every time she's on screen. all the others are divine and it's so refreshing to see them again after so long rewatching the first season until I practically memorized the scenes.

jayce being so worried over viktor kiiiiinda cured me tbh. scratched my jayvik bone so good. ambessa pulling the strings on absolutely EVERYTHING bad happening like I KNEW IT FROM THE START. she's so hot but she's such a bitch. hope she dies in the last act sorry not sorry.

I love the way caitlyn is so different from season one. she's bloodthirsty, ruthless, blinded by rage (I'll defend her with all I got) the way she was so ready to shoot a child was insane tho, and what she did to vi straight after? UNREAL. cait honey u and I gonna have a serious talk later. that kiss was WAY TOO SHORT I need an hour long makeout scene idc.

speaking of vi, HOLY SHIT. LIKE HOLY SHIT. I missed her puppy eyed ass. watching her on screen is so cool and it makes my heart ache because she seems so done with the idea of trying to rebuild her family. like she's EXHAUSTED and BROKEN. but she still keeps her heart sweet and compassionate, my poor baby. she can't change who she is, no matter what life throws at her. I need to see her happy again.

jinx also seems resigned to the idea of being everyone's bad guy. like yes, she did do a lot of terrible things— good thing she owns up to them. but she doesn't do anything to prove herself the right way. she's just succumbing to the fact that she is, in fact, a jinx and that no matter what she tries to fix or make right she can't. because it's just not in her nature (according to her). let's hope that bond she has with isha changes something in her...

oh also um THE WHOLE HEXCORE THING???? HUH???? THE ARCANE AND ALL THESE WEIRD THINGS GOING ON??? I was left buzzing from excitement. like what in the actual fuck is happening. viktor turning into some sort of spooky messiah IS INSANE. WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. like yes girl heal those shimmer addicts u got powers now. it's giving jesus. I literally gasped in that scene.

the settings, the music, the graphics, the new and old characters, the montages UGH THE MONTAGES. I need the names of every single animator and creative designer so I can send each of them gifts. wtf people are so amazing and creative.

I really REALLY hope things only get better from here. I'm already devastated and Vi isn't a pit fighter yet. this is gonna be great, I know it.

[blueb3rryjongseob]

𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤.

pairing- non!idol!jongseob × fem!reader

synopsis - Jongseob swore on his life that he would never confess his love for you. Why would he? He was always a quiet observer, content to blend in with the background. As fate would have it, a chance encounter during a school project brings you and Jongseob together, sparking a friendship that begins to blossom into something more. But as Jongseob musters the courage to reveal his true feelings, will his quiet nature and your contrasting personality stand in the way of a love that was meant to be?

wc: estimated 1.6k

a/n- @winskzer forced me to write this guys.., honestly did have fun though i literally LOVE the synopsis and the plot and everything

warnings- nothing tbh

genre- romance, school au, introvert jongseob, popular, athletic, etc. reader, fluff, vanilla, NO SMUT

⚠️NOT PROOFREAD⚠️

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jongseob knew he had a problem. The minute his heartbeat sped up at the sight of you walking past him in the hallway. Or the way he caught himself smiling helplessly whenever you offered a student your help. What was it about you that had him wrapped around your finger? He'd never know.

You, an enthusiastic and beloved student whose smile lights up a room, are unaware of his feelings. Heck, you never had time for yourself. Constantly jumping between being captain of the cheer team, member of the student council and...you get the point.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Flashforward to present time, Jongseob sat in the back row of his History class. It's always empty, less people for him to talk to, and besides, what kind of lunatic would sit next to the quiet kid all by himself? You. You're the lunatic. Imagine the utter disbelief on poor Jongseob's face, he could already feel the sweat coming.

Jongseob could not breathe. Literally. He watched your every movement. The way your eyes glimmered whenever the teacher called on you to answer, or the way you colour coordinate your notes, a thousand different highlighters somehow packed neatly onto your desk. Or maybe how he noticed the way your eyes slowly flickered to the side, stealing glances at him here and there. Wait. What?

Ofcourse, he quickly dismissed these thoughts. You of all people, taking a liking to him? Unbelieveable. I mean, who in their right mind would ever like Jong-

"-Seob, sorry for bothering. May i borrow a pen? Mine just ran out of ink and I really need to finish this note.."

Oh My Gosh. Did you just ask him for a pen? He picked up the nearest pen he could find. (He may or may not have been waiting for this moment all his life so he memorized the brand of pens you use and the colour ink you use the most.) Sweaty hands slowly passed the pen to you, his face red like cherries and his eyes looking at literally anything but you.

"Thankyou! I'm so happy I sat next to you for this period, I always buy this brand!"

"Oh, really? What a coincidence..haha.."

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

There's one thing Jongseob hates, and it's paired projects. Why have two people do it when he could simply do it on his own? Also because he has no friends to ask if they'd pair with him, but he'd never say it out loud(even though it's pretty obvious). So, imagine the look on Jongseob's face when his History teacher announced a paired project, the worst part? It's worth basically his entire grade, so it doesn't look like he can't not do it.

He glanced to the side, much to his suprise, almost the entire class stood next to you, begging you to pair with them. (He wasn't that suprised to be honest. You were immensely popular.)

Now, he was a very observant person, so he could bet his entire life that he was the first and most likely the only one to notice the slight discomfort on your face. You were good at hiding it, he can't lie. Pretty smile and crescent eyes waving away the people and softly apologizing for denying them.

You didn't want to partner with any of them, really. You were just too nice to directly say no.

"S-She's uh..She's paired with me..Sorry guys.."

Where'd this newfound confidence come from? We'd never know. You turned to him, a bit shocked he'd said this.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Being one of the most participative students in your year, you get to know people. And you knew all too well that Jongseob was the last person in the class, in the entire school even to say something. Ofcourse, you'd 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 give up an opportunity to pair with Jongseob, so you went along with it. (Y/n?? Is that a crush I smell?)

"Yeah..Yeah! What he said. I'm paired with Jongseob. Sorry guys. Maybe next time?"

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒

The rest of the class went by in a blur for Jongseob. The realization that he would be working with you on a project had his heart racing. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you turned to him with a warm smile. (He tried pretending you weren't there but he couldn't resist your pearly whites and glossy lips)

"Jongseob, do you have time after school to start on the project?" you asked, your eyes gleaming.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered, still in disbelief that you were talking to him.

"Great! Meet me in the library at 3, 'kay?"

Jongseob nodded, unable to form any coherent words. As you gathered your things and left the classroom, he felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was his chance to get to know you better, but he was terrified of messing it up.

𐙚⋆˚✿˖°

After school, Jongseob found himself sitting at a table in the library, waiting for you. He fidgeted with his notebook, trying to calm his nerves. (He had a half a mind to get up and leave, but he couldn't stand the idea of you waiting for him all alone in the library) When you finally arrived, you were slightly out of breath from rushing over, but your smile was as radiant as ever.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to finish up a meeting for the student council," you explained, taking a seat across from him.

"No worries," Jongseob replied, feeling a bit more at ease now that you were here. In his mind, you looked even prettier like this. Hair a bit messy and your skirt ridden up a little from practically running to the library.

You both opened your textbooks and started discussing the project. To Jongseob's surprise, you were not only kind but also incredibly smart.Don't get him wrong, he knew you were smart, but you basically sponsored all the information. As the conversation flowed, he found himself enjoying your company more and more. You were patient, attentive, and genuinely interested in his thoughts and ideas. For the first time in a while, he felt..seen.

Jongseob was on cloud nine(to be on cloud nine is basically an idiom that means to be extremely happy). It was as if he had been friends with you for the entire year. As you both packed your stuff and made plans to meet back up tomorrow-

''Hey, Y/n..C-Could I have your number? Y-You know! To text you..a-about the project, ofcourse.."

"Hm..Could you have my number?" You said, a teasing smile on your face. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, you walked up to Jongseob, slipping a piece of paper into his hands. "You better text me, cutie~" (yall the paper had her number, she whispered the 'you better text me, cutie' part), before you walked out the library, leaving a flushed, confused and taken aback Jongseob.

---

Over the next few weeks, you and Jongseob spent a lot of time together, working on the project and slowly becoming friends. You found yourself looking forward to your study sessions, appreciating Jongseob's quiet intelligence and his subtle sense of humor.

One afternoon, as you both sat in the library, you looked up from your notes and watched Jongseob for a moment. He was focused, his brow furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't help but smile. There was something comforting about his presence.

"Jongseob," you said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked up, surprised by the gentle tone of your voice. "Yeah?"

"I'm really glad we got paired for this project. I feel like I've gotten to know you a lot better," you admitted.

His eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Me too."

---

As the project deadline approached, Jongseob couldn't ignore the growing feelings he had for you. He cherished every moment you spent together, but the thought of confessing his feelings terrified him. What if it ruined the friendship you had built? He'd rather stay with whatever you two had than ruining it with his stupid feelings.

On the day of your final presentation, you and Jongseob stood in front of the class, confidently delivering your project. When it was over, your classmates applauded, and the teacher praised your work. You turned to Jongseob, beaming with pride.

"We did it!" you exclaimed, giving him a quick hug.

Jongseob's heart skipped a beat. The warmth of your embrace lingered long after you pulled away, the scent of your perfume infilrating his sense of smell. As the class filed out, you and Jongseob stayed behind to gather your things. The classroom was empty now, and an awkward silence settled between you. The project was the main reason you both got together, afterall.

"There's something I need to tell you," Jongseob said suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I..Gosh, I don't think I should say it.." Jongseob was scared. He had to confess to you, but he just couldn't.

"Seob? What's wrong?" You said, dropping your bag and walking up to him slowly. (All he could think about in that moment was how pretty you looked with concern for him written all over your face. Oh. And that damn nickname. It gave him butterflies.)

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've... I've liked you for a long time. I never thought I'd have the chance to tell you, but working on this project with you has been amazing. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I needed to be honest."

You were taken aback by his confession. For a moment, you were speechless. Then, a smile spread across your face, and you reached out to take his hand.

"Jongseob, you're not that good at keeping secrets," you said softly. "But the truth is, I've grown to like you too. I've always noticed you, you know. Your quiet personality stands out alot more than you think..I like it. You're smart, gentle, funny and so damn cute too. I like you too, Seob."

Jongseob's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

"Ofcourse, silly." you chuckled softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"Damnit Y/n." All of a sudden, his hands were around your waist, pulling you into his chest, his fingers guiding your face up to look at him, all before he pressed his lips on yours.

As you stood there, holding hands in the empty classroom, Jongseob felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this love was meant to be.

ANDD IT'S A WRAP!! COLOURED PENS IS OFFICIALLY DONE! I started this silly little oneshot back in May(not even kidding) and I have a bunch of other things in my drafts that I will be getting to ASAP. Took me three months to stop procrastinating, but I'm done!

Thankyou so so so so so so sooo much if you read and made it this far!! please, follow, like and reblog so that you could get even better fanfics like this!!

-Berry.

[tomatoswup]

FlowerShop Stampede (Headcanons)

✿Welcome to Flowershop Stampede! ✿

Here, we offer the best quality in Floral. selections!

Weddings, Birthdays, Parties, Bouquets?

We cater to any event!

Come and Visit Today!

summary: trigun characters working in a flowershop,, what could go wrong?

characters: vash the stampede, nicolas d. wolfwood, meryl stryfe, milly thompson

warnings: none, meryl running wolfwood over, vash's horrible flower arranging skills, etc :P

category: headcannons

A/N: this was fun to imagine tbh hehehe,,, i'll be writing an extra bonus one shot stemming from these headcannons but first imma write the other things I have planned for right now! I was thinking about writing these up first and scheduling them ahead of time but what's the fun in that :,) i may not be the best writer but thank yall for reading my things,,, also i'm so tired from a recent trip so half-awake-half-asleep editing

Vash The Stampede

One of the first part-timers at Flowershop Stampede!

A bit of a run-down flowershop, but Vash is very encouraged to flip everything around with work ethic and effort! :)

Roberto literally just watches as the new-hire speaks to the roses in the morning,,,,he just lets him do his thing

and i'm gonna be honest with yall, Boss-man Roberto puts Vash as the main floral consultant

because who can resist that adorable face so kind?

"Do you really want just one batch? The chapel would be soo pretty if you added two more to fluff everything up :)" -insert doe eyes here-

yeah...give me 10.

also he's a bit of a people person sooooooo

literally has a natural green thumb, and the dude is majoring in botany

so theoretically he's the most practiced besides Roberto,,but he doesn't flaunt that around. he really just likes nature and this is encouraged by his adoptive mother Rem.

BUT he doesn't hesitate to kick anyone out if theres' a problem or disturbance or a threat

Will fight a customer with a stern smile on the wrong day.

One time, this rude ass man was yelling right into Milly's face because she dropped a bit of dirt on his shoes until Vash stepped in.

scary ass face bro what the hell,,, after a few tumbles and a broken pot, he kicked his ass out "peacefully".

cried a few tears after though.

"I hope he's alright... The cop gave me his number, what if I just check up on them.."

"Vash you had the right-"

"What if they died???! D:"

"They're not dead Vash.." sweatdrop

His brother Nai often looks down on his choice of profession and study. He thinks Vash should've studied more in International Relations or Humanities at most but botany? Seriously?

But since Vash's childhood was so...troubled. He just wanted to live in peace at this point, to breathe a little. He loves to help others but in his own way!

Doesn't hesitate to help people choose or decide on the right flowers,, he actually gives really good suggestions.

To everyone's surprise and utter disbelief, Vash is not good at making bouquets. At all.

Milly had asked Vash to make one for her when she went to quickly help Meryl unload plants from the truck and the girl came back to a very...bald.. bundle of roses.

"did i do it? :D"

everyone agreed that Vash doesn't really have a good eye at actually making the bouquets,, choosing the flowers yes! actually arranging them hell no.

bonus headcanon:

sometimes, Vash's prosthetic aches due to over-exertion. lifting heavy things around the shop, he forgets to take his breaks more often than he should, especially before the refitting appointment for his arm. so whenever it aches, Wolfwood takes his place and he goes in the back kitchen for a good 30 minute break.

when he gets home, he asks you to give him a shoulder massage and you gladly do.

you also nag at him for not taking his needed breaks to which he sweats a little and gives you a small smile.

he loves you for worrying about him though :,)

"babe plz take me back'

"vash i'm literally just gonna go get the IcyHot-"

"come back :,("

you cant help but give him a little peck on the lips before you go fixing his aches.

Nicolas D. Wolfwood

One of Flowershop Stampede's full-timers,, came in a bit after Vash started, roughly a good 6 months after.

No, he wasn't introduced to the job by anyone, he really just saw the Help Wanted poster in the trash and said "yup, this one right here."

also the man was broke aside for an odd job he doesn't like telling people for many reasons.

Now the man's here. Brown apron, gardening gloves, dirt on his cheeks and sunglasses laying on top of his head.

someone take a pic plz☝️

Alot of people including clients suspect he's a con-man but he just has the charm of a door-to-door salesman with the vibes of a con man.

bIGGG DIFFERENCE not really

a bit of a hard ass but has a good heart,, really good at convincing people to buy flowers.

Roberto doesn't like having him on consultations like Vash though since he goes off topic quite a bit stop rizzing up the fiance wolfwood her marriage is literally next week.

Has a specialty for making bouquets, specifically weddings and big events.

do you have a Quince going on? you want 5 big bouquets? Give Wolfwood a day he'll get them done by midnight tops.

Literally the two main bouquet arrangers in the shop are Wolfwood and Milly so they often call each other partner.

Old ladies absolutely love Wolfwood. He always tries to help them the best he can.

Carrying flower bundles, giving them suggestions on nice small bouquets nicely wrapped, they really love him and his little chest show boy button them up puT UR BADONKERS AWAY-WE ARE SELLING TULIPS

hates morning shifts with a passion, so he takes the night shifts often as Vash does who can't do mornings bc of class on certain days.

Overall, a tad bit aggressive yet charming worker! Takes pride in his work! in fighting too!

Meryl Stryfe

Flowershop Stampede's delivery driver! Also another full-timer besides Wolfwood.

If you spot her on the road with a big ass Ford F150 filled with crates and boxes filled with flowers and roses nooooo you didn't.

She mostly does the final parts of big orders, delivering and getting the sign-offs on orders!

Just delivered a big bunch of flowers for a bash?

"Sign right here for me and you're ready to go :)"

If you got a problem with her or one of the orders that were put in correctly or you don't wanna pay, she'll put Roberto on speaker for you 💖 or she'll curse you out AND THEN put him on speaker

best of both worlds.

Almost ran Wolfwood over as she was backing the truck up for bouquet pick-up.

He never let her live it down

"I don't know why you let her drive Roberto-"

"IT WAS JUST ONE TIME!"

no it wasn't

it was like the third but they don't have another driver.

also she's pretty good at getting flowers to their locations in record time to Roberto's dismay

the luck she has in not having gotten a ticket yet god damn. But she's still a pretty good driver! :D

Very good friends with Vash and Milly,, Whenever all three are on break, they go to the nearby coffee shop to get bread and coffee for everyone else working in the shop.

Milly accompanies her whenever theres' huge bouquets or arrangements to deliver so Meryl doesn't hurt herself.

And when she's not delivering anything, she helps the shop upfront by putting new plants out to display outside and inside the store!

Meryl appreciates everyone including the plants and works hard to show that she does!

Whip that car girl☝️ !!!!

Milly Thompson

Flowershop cashier and floral arranger! She actually works part-time due to her studies also.

She's a little oblivious but girl knows how to do her math real shit. Rings up the cash register in like a minute

"Next Customer! ^ - ^”

But she also does alot of the heavy duty shit around with Vash and Wolfwood.

Loading the truck, bringing in the crates filled with plants, strong millyyyy💪

Loves working there bc she's enamored with the stories customers and clients tell her and why they're buying flowers.

A proposal? Funeral? Someone just gave birth? Birthday?

People live very interesting lives and Milly finds it so fascinating to listen to them and how passionate they sound whenever they speak about their one and only(s).

Sometimes regulars who've known Milly well enough bring her pudding in exchange for a extra rose :) She's building up her little collection in the Kitchen fridge,

meryl is starting to get worried tbh

In Wolfwood's words, Milly is too considerate of a worker and he wants her to be more foots down but Milly politely declines his words of "wisdom"

Whenever Flowershop Stampede tables at any fairs or events, Milly likes to have fun gardening activities for the kids to come and enjoy!

Had her partner-crime Wolfwood convince Roberto to hold a Community and Kids Flower Bouquet Making class. Both Milly and Wolfwood leaded the event with pride.

And yes, all of Milly's family came and attended of course

Vash also did with Rem and a stubborn Nai who secretly enjoyed it

Wolfwood is now Uncle Wolf according to one of Milly's cousins.

milly: sooo uncle wolf what are the orders going out today?

wolfwood: milly i swear to god-

[youremyheaven]

"(Mercurials are unfairly critical of others, have you noticed?) and she frequently took digs at me and was one of those people who make jokes at the expense of others."

on at least 5 separate occasions throughout the years i, with the help of another friend, have had to sit down and explain to my mercurial friend that she has to think before she speaks and how you can't just constantly insult people 💀 she's genuinely one of the most critical people i know, some examples include her walking around every inch of my island in animal crossing and tearing apart everything she saw for like an HOUR. yes it was in a video game, and yes im still salty!! she also would ask to read my creative writing or essays and then annotate it with her criticisms WITHOUT ME ASKING HER TO 😭😭 i remember the first time she graded my short story i wrote for fun an F and i was just staring in utter disbelief

she also would constantly make fun of peoples looks in a joking way (myself included) and when i told her to stop she'd play innocent like it was just a harmless joke, begrudgingly apologize, and do it again like a week later. i've observed this sort of underhanded behaviour in two mercury women so i think they might have a habit of it? i get complimented a lot and yes i'm tooting my own horn here but i am very good looking however she had an OBSESSION with getting unflattering photos of me and then sending them to our friends "as a joke" and then would play the victim when i got mad. like sorry i don't want our whole social circle thinking i look like albino shrek omg

OMG BESTIEEE I FEEL SO SEEN IM GOING TO CRY,, WE SHOULD START A SUPPORT GROUP FR

the biggest reason why i cant stand Mercurial women is how theyre sooo deeply insecure that they'll tear apart others just to feel better about themselves

yearsss ago I got a really cute bag for really cheap and i was talking about it with my Mercurial friend and she said "it looks ugly thats why it was cheap" and she was carrying around a tattered, worn out, faded ass bag lmaooo

another mercurial girl who was average looking criticized practically everybody we knew for being ugly. she wore the shittiest clothes and criticized other people's sense of style

an Ashlesha Moon girl i knew never said one nice thing about me but often praised our other friends for no reason and made them sound like the second coming of Cleopatra,, i called her out on it and she told me "i thought you heard enough from others, i didnt know you were desperate for validation from me as well" 💀💀

THE BACKHANDED COMMENTS u mentioned??? bestieee we're all victims here 😭😭

so between 8th and 10th grade, i was in an extremely abusive homoerotic friendship with an Ashlesha Moon,,, she was always putting me down for no reason. i kinda sing,, i am not a brilliant singer but i have won prizes in school for singing so i know i dont suck as a singer. one time she asked me to sing for her on call and then she was silent and said "its not exactly brilliant but its not horrible i guess" 10 yrs later, i wish i couldve reached out through the phone to smack her face,,, i was in my poet era back then and tbh my poetry was pretty good if i say so myself and this girl??? always accused me of plagiarism,, i took it in my stride bc i was like "ok if u think im THAT good then what do i do" lol.

i could go on but ill stop here ,,, i hope i never meet another mercurial again amen

[moondragon618]

I'm sorry, I can't take stories of Dream disguising himself as characters like Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, etc. because I have this random ass hc that Dream just cannot do even an *okay* british accent to save Tommy's life. Like at first he would just be speaking in his normal american accent throughout until someone inevitability asks why tf he suddenly turned american today, cue *the worst british accent you will ever hear in your life* (with shit like ''chap'' and ''blimey'' thrown in on top of that), everyone (especially all the non-americans) staring at him in utter disbelief (like you had to have been *trying* to be his level of bad) before going ''.................You're Dream, aren't you?''.

Lmaooo that is fair tbh I also feel like he'd be a little bit too cringefail to pull it off :) I've just given my shapeshifter c!Dream the excuse that bc he is a shapeshifter he's just able to do it on instinct lol

[dndstuffandhijinx]

I like his invention tbh

Mark has always been an inventor, his only problem being that his inventions already exist. He once tried to pitch his invention “The place of fire” this being a fireplace. He has spent years on his latest invention, and he believes that this will bring him fame and fortune beyond his comprehension. The “Transportation circle”. Mark has invented the wheel. When met with PCs he will try to set up a pitch meeting with them. When pitched to PCs he’ll present a prototype and it’ll just be a normal wheel. If PCs choose to tell him that this has been an invention for a while he will be in utter disbelief and go home absolutely defeated.

“I swear I'm the one to invent this guys! And it’s not a wheel! It’s a transportation circle!” - Mark

[oblivious-nuisance]

So what I wanted was Tachihara and Chuuya (separate) with s/o who is Mori's daughter. SFW, Headcanons. Probably Mori's and Executives and Gin and Hirotsu's reaction. they all are so going to freak out and I know it and I'm living for it.

ohoo, i'm living for this port mafia soap opera lookin' shit. yes and please and thank you. hope you enjoy it!! also this is kinda long lmao (*´︶`*)ฅ♡

ꨄ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏����𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒/𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 *

↳ includes: tachihara michizō, nakahara chūya

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, light cursing here and there, mentions of violence and weapons (classic port mafia bs)

↳ part 2 ; part 3

— TACHIHARA

"tsk, as if that's gonna stop me" he says after kissing you passionately while shooting the madman behind you, handling the other two afterwards with unmatched fervor, a huge grin remaining plastered on his face for the rest of the mission

still

man knows he's walking on thin ice

he knows

like, out of all folks out there, you were the one who managed to crawl under his skin (and stay there for good)

but!! he wouldn't change it for the world bc he's mad about you bub

he'll never admit it, but behind the insane respect and sense of duty that he holds for the boss, there is fear

bc let's face it mori can be a scary guy sometimes

so poor baby is always trying so hard to impress aww TwT

like he brings you flowers and works extra hours, goes on more missions a month than he used to in three and spoils. you. rotten.

"oh, you like that bag? no worries, my love, i'll buy you three!"

"michizō, baby, it's alri–"

"NONSENSE!"

mori's just amused abouth this whole thing, but he does nothing about it bc he's a little shit

and he somehow becomes brighter?? like he's got more soul and spice to himself, cracks up jokes that are actually funny and just overall becomes a much more enjoyable individual (that is, as far as michizō can go)

so everyone's baisically like o_O tachihara the fuck??

gin legit checked to see if he had a fever when he was passed out once after a successful mission

speaking of which

she lost her shit when she found out

"there is no way in hell"

yes, she spoke

apart from utter disbelief, she thanked you thoroughly for tachihara's change of personality

she'll never admit it but the two of you are so adorable okay

so congrats now you got one of the two akutagawa siblings to really like you

hirotsu was just baffled, really

"i will never understand how that good-for-nothing bastard managed to pursue you, but congratulations nonetheless"

he mostly keeps quiet and is really respectful about it, but will not hesitate to ask questions if/when given the opportunity

oh and he started prioritizing protecting you above all things. he doesn't even try to hide it.

"thanks, gramps", you'd hear tachihara whisper to ryūrō when he thought that they were out of earshot

higuchi was dumbfounded

she's always seen you as a superior, so the thought that someone inferior in rank to her is dating you really confuses her

"why?" ಠಿ_ಠ

"oh my god, aRE YOU SERIOUS? LET ME LIVE, jeez (－‸ლ)"

she becomes, like, ten times more prompt and respectful towards you both

and michizō abused that privilege, which in turn got him a thorough scolding from you

she may or may not have asked you to go on rides with her, either to the mall or just in town

and she wouldn't stop asking you questions about how it is being in a relationship while also handling mafia-related business

please someone give this lil sap a kiss on the forehead

— CHŪYA

"just my luck, i guess" he smirks confidently, offering you his helmet and helping you on the motorcycle in one swift motion

he doesn't really care that you're mori's child tbh

because he's already on the boss' good side

hell, whenever mori can't be in charge (for example, the whole cannibalism arc situation) he leaves the reins to chūya

so it's safe to say that he's a mafia leader's dream son-in-law

oh he's so soft around you bub 🥺

hugs and kisses and all that because he loves you!! and wants you to feel safe around him!! (since, yk, mori is by far one of the worst examples of how a man should behave, so consider yourself lucky that you bagged the fiery executive)

now on to how the others reacted to this

akutagawa just raised an eyebrow here and there, but otherwise didn't really have a reaction

he already respected you both, so it made little to no difference

but since he found out he started feeling like your junior a little, so he sometimes opens up to you and asks you questions about all sorts of things

what a baby (´ω`)

kōyō's reaction was subtle

at first you thought she didn't even notice, but then you started to realise that you were allowed to spend way more time in your lover's office that you normally should have been

or how, although the door wasn't locked, nobody bursted in, not even when you guys were making out like ??? huh [•.•ิ]

little did you know kōyō strictly forbade anyone to come into the executive's office unnanounced, and even made sure herself that nobody was going to ruin your privacy and ofc she couldn't help but eavesdrop from time to time

dazai, on the other hand?

oho

there's no getting rid of the man since he accidentally found out

the amout of jabs and puns that this bastard can come up with is concerning

because not only are you dating his good-ol' frienemy

you're also mori's precious offspring

so you can imagine how interactions with him go

on the other hand, although he'll never admit it, he's always keeping an eye out for you, never letting you out of his sight whenever he's around

chūya thinks he's checking you out and i think that you can figure out the outcome of it all

©oblivious-nuisance - all rights reserved

no translations, edits, copying, reposting etc.

[marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer]

this is almost a weird complaint, but Logan's death was done so much for shock value and was sped through so quickly that I didn't cry - and I'm a HUGE crier at my fave shows - I just sat in stunned silence and that's still how I feel (mixed with anger?). robbing us of the chance to mourn, not letting Veronica or anyone else go through grief, proves to me how disrespectful this decision is, what poor writing it is. tbh I'm disgusted? I can't believe anyone thought it was the right call to make.

The how is almost as painful as the event itself. I actually was in shock for most of those last ten minutes because I couldn’t process what had just happened, there was no clear confirmation that what I had not seen happen - because it transpired off-screen... - had actually happened. I never heard Veronica nor other characters utter the words: “Logan is dead.” When the voiceover starts, and she says, “On my way to you...”, I thought she was talking to Logan on her way to visit his grave. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop so that I could allow myself the pain. I only started crying once the credits started rolling in, but I still wasn’t sure if Logan was really dead. I cried because I was frustrated and devasted and betrayed and angry that this show - of all the shows I love, the one I loved the most, the one I personally championed, the one I convinced probably a hundred people to watch... - this show had done me so, so dirty. 

I cried much more today when I read and watched the interviews, and the words were finally uttered. Logan is gone. This character that I loved for over 15 years, arguably the best-written character in this show, in spite of Rob, apparently, the character with the greatest development in this show, who was killed off off-screen in the most inconsiderate and undeserving way as they could have possibly come up with. 

I cried as I watched Kristen joke about Logan’s death, disregarding my pain, my grief. 

I cried as Rob so poorly justified his poor writing, his lack of creative agency. 

I cried as I heard Jason sadly confess that no producer was present when he shot his last scene, while a dumbstruck Kristen stared at him in disbelief. 

I cried as I heard Jason express his own grief over the death of a character he played for so long, and whom he helped create and turn into one of the most beloved characters in the fandom - a character that would not have gone beyond one episode had it been played by any other actor.

I cried because I expected more of Veronica Mars. 

The fan base and the show had always walked hand in hand, from the days way back when the fans sents Mars Bars to the network to the Kickstarter to last week when @vmheadquarters and @neptunerising helped promote the new season. It’s an unprecedented betrayal of the audience trust. 

And I hope there are no further iterations of Veronica Mars. 

[almostrealdudes]

Oof I watched sex education twice already, if you could do an otis x reader where maybe they go to the dance together and she confesses her feelings by saying, "I like me better when I'm with you" based on the song by Lauv. Or just anything otis tbh, work your magic 💖💖

first of all, what a great song! Second, I loved this request! I hope you enjoy it as much

warnings: none

word count: 2k (woah)

a/n: also FINE, i’ll start using Y/N in my writing because all this “avoiding the name” thing gets inconvenient, annoying, and gets in the way of the story. Still hate it thou lmao

Requests are open my dudes

Their relationship was complex. They were friends, best friends in fact. They felt nervous standing next to each other and sometimes when their hands touched by accident it would throw them off their rhythm. But they weren’t dating, no. Why would you think that? They’re friends. Best friends. Why would best friends date? It’s not like they have feelings for each other. No, they most certainly don’t. They’re friends.

Best friends.

“I hear you, Otis,” Y/N said suavely, rolling her eyes.

“Hear me or listen to me?” Otis specified, looking after her shoulder.

“Somewhere in between,” a smirk sneaked onto her face. She put her hands on the straps of her backpack for additional support.

“I’m just saying,” he gained a little speed and overtook her, “you should try for that college. We only live once and you most certainly have all the requirements.”

“And I’m just saying,” Y/N stopped in the hallway and turned on her heels to face Otis, “I don’t think I’m good enough to actually apply.”

“Hey dipshits,” a familiar voice rang out from across the whole, revealed to be Maeve who, along with Eric, was approaching the two of them. Otis gave Maeve and Eric a subtle wave in return as they came up. Maeve glanced the poster from across the room and wiggled her eyebrows.

“So?”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head in confusion.

“The dance!” Eric threw his hands up, putting a gestural emphasis on the word. “We’re going. Are you going?”

“To be miserable and alone? That would be an unnecessary thing to do,” Otis stated. Y/N shook her head submissively, agreeing with his point.

“Oh my god,” Eric opened his mouth and looked the pair up and down in utter shock. “They’re not serious,” his face slowly turned towards Maeve while his eyes rested on Otis and Y/N for the last moment before switching to Maeve completely. “Are they serious?”

“At this point, I’m not even surprised anymore,” Maeve crossed her hands, skeptically eyeing the pair in front of her.

“Guys,” Otis raised his hand in an attempt to draw attention, “are you interested in sharing, whatever it is that you’re discussing, with us?”

“Okay, let’s try this again.  Hey, Otis, hey Y/N. So, dance, huh?” Eric gestured to them, inducing to give an answer.

“I am so confused right now,” Y/N said, furrowing her eyebrows and watching as Eric covered his face with his palm in disappointment.

“We have to do everything for you, don’t we? Hi Eric, hi Maeve, yeah, we sure are going to the dance thank you for asking!” Eric mimicked.

“Oh. Oh, no,” Otis shared an embarrassed startled look with Y/N and started viciously shaking his head in denial, ‘why—why would we go? We’re—we’re not to—together or anything.”

“Yeah,” Y/N picked up, feeling her cheeks getting flaming hot, “it’s not—it’s not like that.”

“Bloody hell,” Maeve interrupted, “I’ve got places to be. Go. To the dance.”

She huffed and walked straight in between Otis and Y/N, pushing them apart. Eric, nodding, with a what she said look on his face, fixed his backpack and repeated Maeve’s actions, disappearing into the hallway, leaving two his red-faced embarrassed friends all by themselves.

“I mean,” Y/N said quietly, refusing to look up, “it’s whatever, right? We could go. Just cause.”

“Y—yeah,” Otis shrugged his shoulders, desperately trying to act casual, “I mean, yeah. We could go. Like a—a power friend couple.”

“Like a power friend couple,” she echoed, raising her gaze to be met with Otis’s and to synchronously look away again, already got cheeks feeling even hotter.

***

“Like a power friend couple? Otis, what is wrong with you, mate?”

Eric was sitting on Otis’s bed as the latter walked in circles around his room, fiddling with his fingers. He did invite Y/N, yes. Although, he didn’t exactly do it with the right message attached.

“Hey, I had to say something, okay? I couldn’t just invite her to the dance out of the blue with no context. Besides, “Otis stopped and raised his hands, “she agreed with me!”

Eric rolled his eyes and let out a tired sigh.

“Otis, Y/N likes you so much she’ll say yes to literally every single thing you say.”

Otis’s face curled into a weird impression as he theatrically shook Eric off, his voice raising a few octaves.

“What? No, Y/N doesn’t like me.”

“Otis, I see you do your sex therapy thing, where you say things that no person your age should ever even be familiar with, and then you say things that make me think like you have an alter ego, and that every time a discussion like this happens, the smart Otis leaves your body for the stupid alter-ego Otis to take his place and say some bullshit like Y/N doesn’t like me.”

“Thank you for this unnecessary long hyperbolized remark,” Otis uttered.

He walked up to his bed and flopped onto it, covering his face in his hands. Of course he liked Y/N. So much. He couldn’t lie to himself no matter how hard he would’ve tried. One Y/N’s breath in his direction was enough to send him to the moon, his mind into a haze and his heart into a fit of insanity. Not mentioning what accident touches did to his crotch.

But they were friends, close friends, for a long time. They were there for each other during the toughest times. They supported each other. They shared secrets, fears, and hopes. They trusted each other. All of this could be easily ruined with one unfitting ‘I like you.’ And although people say that there is a chance for recovery after a phrase like this in case of a failure, they unlikely know what they are talking about. Because to speak to a person who you know likes you and to not like him in return or, what is worse, to speak to a person you like who you know doesn’t like you back – is a devastating feeling. And Otis wasn’t sure if he was capable of taking that risk.

“I just,” he mumbled into his hands, “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“To mess what up?” Eric sat closer to Otis, watching him rub his face in frustration.

“Everything! The relationship, our bond. The last thing I would want is to make it awkward between us.”

Otis sat up sharply, studying his knees. Numerous thoughts were flashing through his head: all the possible ways of him confessing or trying to confess his feelings to Y/N and all the possible terrible outcomes of it. Actually, he saw no positive outcomes whatsoever. They all were just a compilation of her looking at him awkwardly, not knowing what to say, and even thinking about it was turning Otis inside out.

“There is zero chance Y/N doesn’t like you back,” Eric said, looking at him reassuringly.

“It’s just all I see is her smiling apologetically at me while years of our friendship come crumbling down.”

“Listen,” Eric put a hand on Otis’s shoulder and looked him sincerely in the eyes, “it’s better to regret something you did than to regret something you didn’t do.”

Otis returned Eric’s look and rubbed his thighs anxiously. Eric was right. It was all or nothing.

***

The dancehall was filled talking and laughing teenagers. They wandered around, gathered in groups, waved at each other, screamed, squealed, jumped, and hugged. The room was charged with festive energy and adolescent mischief. It was a mix of glossed lips, gelled haircuts, perfumes, and ruffles.

Otis and Y/N stood aside, against the wall, holding cups of punch as the students danced to the light pop music tunes. Y/N was staring down into the insides of her cup, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing down on her. Otis’s lips were pressed into a thin line.

“I don’t recognize a third of all these people,” she said with a little smirk, wishing to lighten up to mood.

“Well, it’s a great party opportunity,” Otis chuckled.

“Right, you should know all about those, party animal, “Y/N jokingly pushed Otis’s shoulder. He smiled shyly, gradually relaxing to the conversation.

“Hey, what do you know? Maybe I live a second secret life of the party.”

She laughed out loud, causing Otis to laugh in return. Y/N shook her head in disbelief, while Otis nodded rapidly, disagreeing with her silently.

“Sure, I can totally see you,” Y/N pointed her finger at his chest, “with glow sticks and all that. Crazy.”

“Stop judging my wild lifestyle and drink your punch, smartass.”

“I actually don’t even know why I have it, I don’t drink,” she looked at her cup in confusion.

“Me neither.”

Sharing a glance, they both burst out laughing. The ice between them finally melted, letting them finally be themselves with each other.

“We’re terrible at this,” Y/N said resignedly.

“Yeah. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

Before she could say anything, the music slowed down. People in the room started pairing up and spreading across the dance floor in embraces. The sight of it sent another wave of anxiety over Otis, reminding him of what he was planning to do tonight. He gulped, feeling his heart speeding up, his body heating up suddenly. He let out a shaky sigh, mentally urging himself to say something. Before he could, he felt Y/N’s eyes on him.

“Let’s dance,” she said with sudden determination.

“I—um,” Otis didn’t manage to say anything before Y/N set their cups aside and grabbed his hand.

“C’mon, life is too short. Might as well take risks and dance at a school party.”

Her hand was soft and warm. Otis cursed his nerves for causing his palms to sweat. This was not going according to plan at all. How could he ever be prepared for something like this? All it took was one light touch for him to completely forget all the phrases he was rehearsing at home. All the right words dissolved into nothing, leaving him speechless and breathless.

She was so beautiful. Her dress fit her perfectly. Hair framed her blushing cheeks. Her bright eyes, illuminated under the disco lights, watched him in shy excitement as she led him to the dance floor, cautiously moving back. As they reached the spot, she slowly slid her hands up his shoulders. Otis slowly put his hands on her waist, feeling his heart racing in his chest. With her so close to him, everything else faded away, leaving them the only ones dancing in the room. God, he loved her so much. It was no or never.

“Y/N—“

“Otis, I have to tell you something,” Y/N interrupted him out of nowhere, her fingers lightly squeezing his shoulders. “I rehearsed this a million times and almost chickened out, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

She looked away, afraid to meet with Otis’s gaze.

“You’re my best friend, Otis. I care about you so so much, and the last thing I’d want is to lose you, but there’s something that I need you to know, and if I don’t say it, I will literally explode. Okay, I’m rambling now, sorry,” she took a shaky breath and continued, “I know I am not perfect. I have issues, I mess up constantly. But you still hang out with me, help me solve my problems, listen to me complain. Whenever I’m having a hard time, you’re always there to comfort me. Whenever I doubt myself, you’re always there to prove me wrong. You calm me down, you always support me, even if the entire world is against me. Okay, where am I going with this?” she looked at her feet, breathing fast. “What—what I’m trying to say is that—I am far away from perfect. But I like me better when I’m with you. I like you, Otis. More than a friend.”

Y/N finally raised her gaze and met with Otis’s shocked face, his eyes wide-open. Fear pierced her body, she started panicking, stepping away from him.

“There, that’s it. I just wanted to say it. You don’t have to say anything, especially if you don’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter, nothing will change, I just wanted to let you know—“

Otis didn’t let her finish, rapidly pressing his lips to hers. His firmly grabbed her wrists, bringing her closer to him. Y/N squealed from surprise, but quickly kissed Otis back, grabbing him by his jacket. Magically, all the people around them seemed to disappear, even the music wasn’t playing anymore.

Being overwhelmed, they were out of breath quickly, breaking the kiss to catch some air. Their breath was unsteady and trembling, as they looked at each other, slowly catching up with the reality.

“I’m sorry, I—I should’ve been faster,” Otis whispered, “with the kiss.”

“That’s okay. Better later than never.” She whispered back. Otis examined Y/N’s face, unable to control the happiness that was streaming out of him.

“I like you too, Y/N. So much. You have no idea.”

“I think I get the concept,” she giggled, smiling warmly. Otis returned the look, squeezing her hands in his.

“Looks like this party just got a thousand times better.”

[1800areyouslapping]

I'm known as the honor student, goody two shoes type, but I'm secretly nasty af and very sexually charged. So what if sister!reader, being known as a sweetheart by everyone in the manor, was secretly a slutty camgirl? How'd you think the other shimadas react? Tbh I see genji totally on board and join in. Hanzo and Sojiro I think would continue to watch her shows in secret

Sojiro

I can see one of the guards tipping Sojiro off to it. “Do you know what your daughter is up to?” Thinking that Sojiro is going to discipline the absolute fuck out of her. At first, he thinks that is exactly what he’s going to need to do. Demands the guard keep his discovery to himself, if it gets around the castle Sojiro will be coming to him for an “explanation.” 

Later when he’s investigating to figure out if what the guard said was true, quickly finds that it is. Instead of summoning her he just keeps watching and watching. He’s harder than he can ever remember being. Has never cum so hard from just jerking off. And he’s a lucky Papa, he’s caught her on such a rowdy night. She’s not always this eager to stuff herself full of her dildos and toys. 

She’s got such an array, all these cute vibrators. She’s got hard light dildos that cum and make her pussy a mess. When did she get all of these things? Where does she keep them all? She’s fingering herself, making herself cum, over and over. Actually taking suggestions and requests for once. She’s got the camera low on the bed so he (and many others) have the perfect view of her riding her dildos in reverse cowgirl.  

The next day when he thinks he’s going to come to his senses and confront her about it, he finds that he gets off even more and pretending like he didn’t see a thing. 

Hanzo

Hanzo finds her on a lazy night. “Someone” left the website up on his tablet. After he gets over his initial prudish response, all of his heated feelings about how bad her actions would make the family look, and just listens to his dick. He’ll settle down and watch “begrudgingly” and then will become immersed and watch very, very eagerly. 

He discovers her on a night when she just wants to be gawked at. She’s got her camera pointed at a high angle, just lazily laying back with her legs spread wide open, and the prettiest love mound that Hanzo has ever seen, out on display. It drives him insane every time she casually makes eye contact through the camera, or barely touches herself. Her shirt pulled halfway up her tits, and Hanzo wants to see them so bad. 

She is such a tease. Shaking her cunt, watching videos and browsing websites on her phone. Barely acting like she’s on camera at all. Lays there for almost thirty minutes, before she rolls over and shakes her ass for the camera. Her movements are so subtle but it still creates the nicest ripple. Absolutely everything about what she’s doing is lewd and yet so strangely elegant at the same time. At one point she’s practically falling asleep, sprawled out on the bed, finally fully naked. Hanzo could watch her all night. 

Sojiro and Hanzo both think that they’ve got this exclusive dirty little secret about their sister/daughter, not knowing that Genji was the one who found her first. Both sitting in their own solitude, shamefully jacking off to every single stream.  

Genji

Genji found her all on his own. He was having a porn deep dive, and just happened to fall down the right rabbit hole that let him to his little sister’s live stream. He would be in utter disbelief that is sweet, goody two shoes, sister is biting her lip, and squeezing her tits together on the internet. He must be dreaming. Angling the camera down while she rubs her self off and moans into the microphone. 

Then he’d be strangely proud of her for indulging in her own sexuality, and in heaven. For a little while, he’d keep it to himself, sitting in the chat, talking with others about how much they’d all love to fuck her, including himself. He’d hold off as long as he can on letting her know that he knows. By the time he does both Sojiro and Hanzo have been watching for a decent amount of time. 

Once sister!reader is filled in, suddenly she gets on camera one night talking about how she’s got a new toy to show them. Cue Genji coming in on stage right. Wearing his boxers and a t-shirt, with his dick hanging out of the fabric slit. He just sits back while his sister plays around with his cock, using him as she pleases. Casually chatting with him while she bounces up and down in his lap. Until he’s had enough and just holds her down and fucks her, yanks her hair back and is really rough with her. 

Then she sits back, spreads her pussy open and shows off the creampie her brother just gave her, and the chat is going wild because they’ve been wanting to see her get fucked for years. 

Hanzo and Sojiro are suddenly feeling very, very jealous. 

[usertoxicyaoi]

Omg, your tags on your most recent gif with Isak snatching the weed off Even...I'm HOWLING, how did I never realise Even's hands just kind of staying in mid air like that?! He is so done with his protective loving husband of 53 years and I'm cackling so much

SOPHIA!!!!!!HELLOOOOOO MY LOVE!!!!AJDJSUDOI LISTEN!!!!!!!!!WHENEVER I WATCH THAT SCENE, THAT BIT, I LITERALLY BURST OUT LAUGHING AT EVEN'S REACTION HE JUST -LITERALLY, HANDS FROZEN MID AIR, THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE OF UTTER DISBELIEF I ....I LOVE IT TBH. LOVE IT.