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POWERS BACK >:1
WorkingDog!Toby scruffing Puppy!Reader because Owner!Tim says its breeding season so they lowkey bring over Lonley!BarnDog!Brian and him, toby, and tim breed her together 🩷
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YAYYYY WE MISSED YOU!!! Absolute peak idea, I'll spread the word.
I would add on to this but I have nothing as of right now.
Need it (not rushing anybody)
Words from my bsf that kinda doubles as my proof reader about the latest chapter so far
This is an excerpt from what she read HAHZH
“He barely changed out his work jeans this month, throwing on a clean shirt only when it was noticeably stained. Tim had become a slob. He knew he reeked. He knew people looked at him differently- he just didn’t have it in him to care anymore.
There was no point in keeping up with hygiene. Nobody saw him most days, and he rarely left the house apart from work obligations. It was hard enough even getting out of bed in the morning, let alone making sure he was presentable.
Eating was a chore. Moving was a chore. He was fatigued all the time, his mind stuck in the past when he was lying next to you. He sees it whenever he closes his lids. Each night he tried to sleep.”
I caught up now.. I think i might go nuclear reading the next part 😅
tenna did it he won (also sorry if this sucks ass)
reblog to microwave them faster
SPIN FASTER YOU SILLY THEY/THEM
🎊WAR IS OVER OUR TELEVISION HOST WON!!!🎉
🥇2026 SEXYMAN IS ANT TENNA🥇
As a fan of both Ryland Grace and Tenna I'm glad they both got the finals BUT DELTARUNE AND TENNA HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART. ALSO THANK YOU @mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026 for putting in all the work for the contest this year!!
✨️IT TRULY IS TV TIME! 📺
Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Final Round
Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)
Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)
Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)
Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt
Watching people start nominating @frownelius for next year in the comments in real time, unsure who this is but I’m fascinated by how fast the comments started coming in
we WONNNN
I hate how people get to have like cool normal celebrity crushes and im stuck with charlie slimecicle. who's fault is this. who messed something up in the celebrity crush handing out factory.
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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”
✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his ass, baby. I got yo flower.”
Iconic truly
Tump dies tonight while giving his speech in the hot hot sun. Like to charge, reblog to cast
gang PLEASE I need more kaboodle x reader I am YEARNING
au where the amnesia doesn't stick and Grace still does his little video logs but he's MAD
I'm dying like the crew, this is killing me 🤣
Didn’t Think I’d Make It
Reader telling Rocky, Simon, and Grace how they didn’t think they’d make it as far as they did.
Platonic!! Reader is 20, Ryland is early forties, Simon is late thirties, Rocky is an old ass rock. Platonic relationships with reader only.
TW: Suicidal ideation, expressing how one thought they wouldn’t make it past a certain age, suicidal thoughts, mental distress, mentions of non-sexual grooming.
Angst be upon ye
MDNI
Spoilers to Project Hail Mary and Iron Lung! Be aware!
—
The youngest member of the Hail Mary was absolutely spoilt, anyone could see that, even the densest of people.
You were treated as if you’d always been there, cared for, taught, loved. It was a stark contrast to how things were on Asora, where resources dwindled and teenagers were expected to hold together households and families with part-time jobs and whatever sketchy work they could find.
You’d absolutely been a victim of those circumstances, borderline groomed into the space program that promised all your needs and more, then launched into space in a dingy craft with strangers you barely knew.
Now, you were twenty years old, unsure of what to do now. You weren’t ever going home, an impossibility you weren’t keen on making a reality, but now you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You spent so long on Asora trying to figure out how to survive that you’d convinced yourself at a concerningly young age that you wouldn’t make it to adulthood.
Here you were. An adult.
“Hey kiddo.” A hand made itself home on your head, firm and grounding as it pulled your attention away from the view of the glittering stars in the vastness of space. Grace looked down at you with tired eyes, another night of no sleep in favor of working on his personal research, “it’s late, why aren’t you in bed? Rocky will get hysterical if he finds out you aren’t sleeping.”
“Jus’ wanted to look at the stars for a bit.” He nodded and settled himself down next to you, “I’ve got a feeling that’s not all?” You sighed, hating how well he could read you, like an open book he studied in grad school, “just..I’m just a little lost? I guess? I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Oh?” Grace raised a brow, sipping at a mug of coffee that still steamed, “you..need more things to do? More options? I could see what books Mary has downloaded- or documentaries? There’s lots of those! Or-“
“Not like that.” Grace paused his incoming ramble, brow furrowing in confusion, “I’m..a little lost myself now, can you..elaborate for me?” Dammit. Why did you bring this up??
“It’s- ugh. It’s nothing. I’ll find something to do.” You pushed yourself to your feet and padded back to the sleeping quarters, leaving a confused Grace to stew over your words.
—
“[Name] okay, question?” You focused your eyes to see Rocky above you in his xenonite tunnels, “staring” down at you in a way you recognized as concern. You’d been lying on the cool floor of the Hail Mary’s kitchen for an undetermined amount of time, staring off into figurative space and turning your brain off.
“[Name]?” Rocky tried again, tapping the wall of his tunnel gently to regain your attention, “ah- sorry Rocky. Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Why on floor, question? Fall down?”
“Nah, just like the way the ground feels.” He tilted a little, confused, “ground is cold, [Name] should be in comfy bed! Not ground, statement!” A small smile made its way onto your face, “c’mon Rocky, when everything is gone and there’s nothing left the floor will always be there.”
A memory flashed behind your eyes, the fog closing in again as the sounds of arguing filtered in. Your crew-mates were volatile people, some a little older than you and others as old as your parents, demanding control and manipulating through sweet words and harsh truths. You’d spent many days on the ground of the most unused room, uncomfortable and lonely as you drowned out the arguing with the feeling of cold metal against your back and the sounds of machinery creaking and settling all around you.
Then there was silence, the fog rolled in, and you half-wished the arguing would come back.
“What that mean, question? Nothing is gone, [Name] safe on Hail Mary, statement.” You shuddered as the memory left you, refocusing again, “uh- nothing Rock. Don’t worry about me, just gonna lay here for a little longer.” Rocky let out a faint and weary whistle tone, reluctantly tapping away into a different room.
You shut your eyes and sighed, falling back into the fog.
—
“Hey.” You jumped, whipping around where you were sitting to look up at Simon, his eyebrows furrowed with that accusatory look you hated being subjected to, “uh- yeah?”
“You’ve been staring at that word search for ten minutes.”
“Can’t..find any of the words?” You hated how unsure you sounded, sighing in defeat when Simon quirked a brow at you, dumping the stupid booklet onto the coffee table in front of you. Simon circled around to sit beside you on the couch, opening his arm to let you curl up against his warm side, listening to his heart- uh- hearts beat.
“What’s up with you kid? You haven’t been yourself.” His calloused thumb rubbed up and down slowly, a comforting motion that made you melt- could knock you asleep if he did it long enough.
“Just thinking.” Simon snorted, “that’s dangerous.”
“Only when you’re Ryland Grace on zero sleep.” You both laughed, but Simon squeezing you closer slowly brought you back down, “seriously though, what’re you thinking about? Grace and Rocky are worried.” Guilt shot up your spine, “they’re worried??”
“I am too. You keep saying these concerning things and we don’t want you..spiraling.”
“I’m not going to-“ Simon nodded, interrupting you, “I believe you, but we can’t have you saying things or doing things that worry us and not talking through them. You’re young, your brain is still developing, you’ve been through a lot.” A lot was an understatement, “we’ve just gotta make sure you’re okay, we don’t want to lose you.”
“I’ll..I’ll get to it. Just let me get my thoughts together?”
“Of course, whenever you’re ready. Just don’t think for too long.” He stayed with you, picking the word search back up for you to actually complete.
—
It was a calm “night” on the Hail Mary when you finally decided to open up. It was calm, it was comfortable, it was selfish of you to bring it up now, wasn’t it?
“So- I didn’t think I’d make it to 18.” You had to just come out with it, tired of beating around the bush. Grace choked on his coffee, sputtering as he tried to cough out the liquid from his airway. Rocky jumped, standing in his closest tunnel, making a high-pitched sound of distress. Simon turned to you with a worried look etched into his hardened features, setting his tablet down and pausing his reading. None of them spoke, waiting for you to continue, “Asora wasn’t..good. It was all about survival as the rich got richer and the poor got poorer. I worked so many odd jobs and did so many terrible things just to bring money home. I was convinced young that I wouldn’t make it to see adulthood, but then that stupid space program opened a volunteer office in my town, looking for young people who wanted to “see the stars.” They promised money and resources for you and your family, then you never got to see them again.” You sighed, running your hands down your face, knees up to your chin, “I couldn’t catch a break, grew up too fast I think. I’m not used to not feeling like I have to- to fight to stay alive. I was alone for so long, emotionally or physically or both. I just wanted it to be over and I was so willing to make it end if it meant the pain would stop, but then you guys picked me up.” You didn’t cry, you didn’t feel like it, you’d already shed enough tears over these problems, “I’m finally in a place that treats me like a person, it’s so weird.”
The three around you shared worried looks, but Simon moved first, wrapping you up in his strong arm and pulling you close, resting his chin on your head, “I think we all understand better than you know.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Eden was a lot like Asora, but..pretty sure I was raised in a cult if Ryland’s taught me anything.” Grace laughed dryly, shrugging, “I was forced into space and the two other people on my ship were dead by the time I woke up.” Rocky chimed sadly in his tunnel, tapping faintly as a fidget, “crew die on way to save stars, statement. Rocky could not fix.”
The tears fell fast.
You hiccuped, Simon holding you tighter to ground you to reality. They didn’t have to say much more- they understood.
You weren’t alone.
—
That’s all for now! Hope you enjoyed!
Have a nice day and stay safe!
- Moss Man
I love you so much for this AHHHH
"Bloodymary is fucking peak!!" I scream at the enraged mob, hollering at me to die.
"He's right!" A voice echoes from the back of the crowd.
I raise my head- Markiplier from YouTube is smiling at me.
We running off of Fumes and Two hours of one stream together 🥲
Why is this Tag dead? People RISE UP
So...did u get deja vu?
My goats
re9 leon kennedy x reader
the work dilf
description: after a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. to make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.
fluff ✿ 2.3k words -> leon kennedy masterlist
You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.
Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.
You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldn’t believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in ‘98.
Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.
He was insanely good looking, but the years weren’t kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.
But, man, was he delectable.
You couldn’t help it! It wasn’t just the way he looked, but the way he acted.
He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you.
You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions.
Sometimes when he’d stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, you’d steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.
Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel.
Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasn’t even his, splattered across his collar and arms.
Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.
Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, he’d catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and he’d nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you.
You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.
You internally screamed whenever he’d walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didn’t just come back from hell.
It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.
And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.
Why’d he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?
Damn blue eyed stare.
You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.
As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.
You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a following of about two hundred thousand.
It was insane, but you were glad you weren’t popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.
You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted they’d embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.
You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.
You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.
“I know how you feel, girl, trust me,” you said, giving the camera a knowing look.
Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.
And Leon surely wasn’t on Twitch so…
you spilled.
“If it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.”
You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.
Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. “Oh man, I don’t even know if I should say this…”
Another gifted sub popped up.
girl spill the tea I won’t tell anyone I promise
“Alright but if you clip this you’re all banned. Well actually I’m like ninety nine percent sure this guy isn’t even on social media okay he’s…he’s older so I don’t have to worry about him finding out.”
You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.
OLDER??
like how much older?
You scratched the back of your neck, “he's like....50?”
FIVE ZERO?
beekeeping age
an older man you say???
Dilffff
Oh so he’s a dilf
You gave the webcam a flat look.
“…Okay yeah he’s kind of a dilf, “ You faltered, “but he doesn’t have children okay, not that I know of.”
You shifted in your seat.
“This guy is very well known within our company. And I don’t know—he’s just great. He’s nice to everyone, he’s funny, and he cares about people.”
You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.
girl get him
SEDUCE HIM
Ooo a little age gap momentt
WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE
whats his name
“I don’t know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,” you said with a small laugh. “But let’s just call him ‘the dilf from work’. He’s so out of my league it’s ridiculous.”
You leaned closer to the mic.
“So the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.”
You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.
“And I panic because I didn’t expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottle…and it sort of swings down—”
You pause, biting your tongue.
Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.
“…He stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as it’s swinging toward him—”
You clutched your forehead, “So now I’m panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and he’s just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.”
Oh honey…
Yea i would clear out the whole room
loll no he probably thought it was cute trust….
real
“I felt like a fucking idiot!” you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish.
You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didn’t even complain.”
You sigh, “but that was still embarrassing.”
“I would never wish harm on anyone,” you continued quietly, “but I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happened…or just forgets I exist in general.”
Comments rolled in again.
imagine he sees this
help
yall better not clip ts
“No, don't worry,” you reassured. “He’s not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.”
You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.
Most of them were variations of there’s no way that’s true.
You just smiled to yourself.
And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.
Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadn’t told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.
It happened right after the water bottle incident.
You’d found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.
You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.
“There,” you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.
Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. “Sorry,” you added again.
Leon waved you off with a soft grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”
You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.
His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.
“Oh,” you murmured quietly to yourself.
You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.
“Here, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.”
You glanced back.
Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused.
“Sorry about that,” he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.
Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.
“But anyways…I’m sure I’ll get over it someday.”
The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.
You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.
When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.
He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, “Oh—thank you!”
“Figured you’d need it, you’ve been here all day,” His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.
Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.
His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadn’t slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.
Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them.
“Tired?” He asked, gaze flitting around your face.
“Yeah…I was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.” You grin sheepishly.
He nods, “Streaming huh?”
You blinked.
“Yeah—you know…like on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.”
Leon’s mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip,
“I know what streaming is,” he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul.
You shifted in your seat, “Oh.”
“I’m not that old,” he added, voice softer this time.
You laughed, “Sorry, I just figured it wasn’t your kind of thing.”
He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.
“You’d be surprised,” he continued. “I’ve actually seen a few of yours.”
You froze completely.
“…Huh?” You said stupidly.
“Yeah.” Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.
“I’m not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big following…figured I’d take a look and see what you got up to after work.”
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Damn Sherry.
Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with him…you knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one.
“Oh.” Your brain was replaying every second of last night. “Okay.” You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally.
Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.
“I’m so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,” you blurted out.
“What do you mean?” he blinked.
You stared, “When I hit your head with the water bottle?”
An amused huff left him, “I actually don’t remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.”
You straightened immediately.
Wait, he actually got a concussion?…From a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent.
You shook your head, what were you thinking?
So insensitive.
“I’m so sorry,” you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, “Is it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?”
Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You could call it that.”
You nodded slowly, completely serious.
His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, “Ah, forgot I’ve got a meeting to head to.”
“Good luck,” You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer.
You blinked, swallowing at his proximity.
“You might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,” he crooned.
What.
“Over dinner?...”
“Over dinner,” He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, “You know, since you ‘bonked’ my head so hard.”
Your soul left your body.
“But—“
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.
One.
He definitely watched your stream.
And two.
You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.
A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.
You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.
And now here you are, still streaming.
Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.
Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didn’t turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.
Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.
who just came in?
DOOR?
Is that a mannn???
You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.
You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work.
He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss.
Your chat exploded again.
HELLO?????
wait guys whose that
SNACK DELIVERY???
IS THAT HIM
tHe WORK DILF…
You snorted softly under your breath.
Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second.
His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.
When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale.
“Okay guys, relax,” you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.
You glanced sideways at him.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, “Don’t be rude, Hon, aren’t you gonna introduce me?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Chat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.”
Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, ““The work what?”
He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past.
HELLO SIR
Yo is that Leon Kennedy??
HI LEON
easy white chocolate
Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter?
Easy there white chocolate
BE cool chat
guys she said she works for the dso it makes sense
His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. “Why are they calling me white chocolate?”
You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice.
ooo he’s real
HIS VOICE
flash us
BEEKEEPING AGE
Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.
“…What’s beekeeping age?”
You dropped your head into your hands.
Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Should I be concerned?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head in defeat, “I don’t even know.”
While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.
He scanned the chat slowly.
“Alright,” he murmured, “I’ll read some more.”
You winced,
“Maybe don’t—“
Too late.
HOW OLD ARE YOU
Leon huffed, “Old.”
Wait so what do you guys do for work?
Leon paused, “…We work for the government.”
ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH
Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, “I hope so.”
aww how did you fall for her??
“Well, I knew she was the one for me when she clocked me in the head with a bottle.”
You smacked his chest, “It wasn't on purpose!”
Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.
He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. “Well, this has been…enlightening.”
“Sure was,” you muttered under your breath.
He glanced down at you, “You’ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?”
You huffed, “…No.”
Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.
You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. “I hate all of you.”
Leon’s voice drifted from the kitchen.
“Be nice.”
Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.
shiii i mean, if leon worked with me, the world would neverrr hear the end of it.
I FOUND OUT WHAT IT MEANS and I was right :D i was worried it had some crazy double meaning
