#I LOVE putting him in outfits thank u anon!!!!

[cheridraws]

For the requests, could you put Mondo in a silly outfit? Like maybe a costume for Halloween? (I know it's only summer) He is blorbo to me.

I saw the word outfit and blacked out

My favorite thing is to stick my favs in soooo many outfits,, thank u anon

[mv1simp]

I love it you last smut with max!!! I would love some more about sucking him off and he film you while he praises you.

Thank you so much💖💖💖💖💖💖

I gotchu anon here u go 🫶🫶

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Max Verstappen x Enemy Reporter!Reader

money on top of me, money on top of her, yeah, shawty fuck with me ‘cause she know I’m popular

As Sky Sport’s latest F1 reporter, you’re determined to do whatever it takes to stand out amongst the crowd. You’re notorious for your ability to make Mad Max break out of his media trained facade, all your interviews with him going viral. But after his 10th PR debriefing over you, Max has had enough. Next time, it was your turn to be in front of the camera.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, filming, enemies to lovers , blowjobs, size kink, dom! Max and brat!reader 😼, 4k WC

And there you have it folks, another disappointing 2nd place for Redbull’s golden boy for the 3rd race in a row here in Spa, you say into the microphone with a smirk. Let’s go directly to him now, shall we?

Walking over to the post race media room, you make your way to the primary interviewer position, right on the front row, ignoring the jealous stares from other reporters scattered in the rows behind you. You’re chatting to your cameraman, instructing him to make sure he gets your good side, please, I don’t want to be on Channel 3 looking like a rat compared to these model drivers again when the podium winners walk in. Max Verstappen’s ice blue eyes immediately narrow as they lock onto yours, and he has to resist the scowl that threatens to appear on his face. He fucking hated your boss for always sending you - his most aggravating reporter - to make any bad race Max has even worse.

To the left of him, Charles and Lewis shared an amused glance as they watch their fellow pilot shoot daggers at you, who in turn greeted him with a predatory smile that would put a great white shark to shame. You decide to toy with your food a bit, turning your gaze to the other drivers, welcoming them sweetly and asking how they found the race. The many cameras on Max’s face didn’t fail to pick up how the so called flying Dutchman continued to stare at you brazenly as he contemplated your tumultuous history.

It wasn’t that you were a bad reporter. If anything, Max thought you had a knack for matching your questions to the athlete that you interviewed, and spoke in a charismatic and engaging way that had most of the grid happily stop on a race weekend to chat with you. You always made an effort to get genuine stories from the drivers, compared to many other news outlets, and it had been noticed amongst the grid, who preferred you as one of the reporters they engaged with - making you quickly skyrocket in popularity with viewers and establish yourself as a front row media figure. And it certainly helped that you were easy on the eyes, quickly become a familiar sight in well picked classy but flattering outfits to suit the Grand Prix locations.

Max could still remember the first time he saw you - dressed in a long sleeved, full length crimson dress that flattered your shorter figure, with long, dark curls framing your face and full lips as you laughed at something your colleague had said. He’d noticed you immediately in the media room, a pretty figure amongst the usual crowd, even going so far as to ask his PR manager who you were. But for all your charming media skills or cute outfits, you had made an enemy very quickly out of Max Verstappen the moment you opened your glossed lips and asked him how he felt after crashing into Hamilton’s car, yet going onto celebrate 1st on the podium while Lewis had to be taken to hospital.

It was almost a complete personality switch. While the other drivers got your thoughtful questions, Max was repeatedly hit with the most provoking shit from you. It was like you knew exactly what to say to turn him into that seething, infamous Mad Max, brows furrowed and a scowl on his face as he scoffed out replies to your invading questions. To your credit, you were able to elicit a lot more information and honesty from Max than other reports could, despite his angry tone. And while others backed down immediately when the reigning world champion started to get agitated, you would just lock in with a deceivingly innocent smile and escalate your questions.

Social media absolutely loved it, making endless videos of you interviewing Max go viral, countless memes emerging every post race debrief when you would ask some ridiculous question and Max would respond with something equally ridiculous, often resulting in back and forth bickering. It had gotten to the point where Max had had over ten - ten! - interventions with his own PR team who had begged him to please just ignore your provoking statements, just rise above, don’t engage -

Fuck that. Max Verstappen wasn’t a coward that backed down from a fight - but at the same time, he didn’t want to give in and give you what you wanted. He knew your type - just a clout chaser, going after him specifically as he was the fastest driver on the grid and would get you the most views. He was no stranger to being hated on and antagonised after toppling the Mercedes winning streak. His attention draws back to the present as he sees you finally turn to him, tilting your head coyly as you open those deceivingly sweet lips of yours again. That was some incredible driving out there today, Verstappen you say innocently, making Max narrow his eyes again as he didn’t buy it for a second. Incredibly dirty, some may say - judging by the 5 point penalty the stewards gave you. Why do you think you struggle to race wheel to wheel fairly?

Max felt his jaw clench at your provoking accusation. Behind him, his PR manager sighed and already started trying out a draft Instagram thirst trap that would hopefully do some damage control as Max heatedly dismissed your statements, insulting the steward’s decision in the process. This was going to be a long, long afternoon.

Max sighed, rolling out the tension in his neck as he sank down in the VIP area of the Monaco club, sculling his G&T. Beside him, Lando laughed at the sorry sight the current F1 champion had been reduced to after last weekend’s post race debrief had, as usual, gone viral due to a certain crafty reporter who had played the hotheaded Redbull driver like a fiddle. Mate, you let her wind you up too much, Lando said, smirking. It’s just classic journalist clickbait, you’ve dodged shit like that hundreds of times. Why do you keep letting her get inside your head?

Max didn’t respond, choosing to slam down his first glass and pick up a second G&T. Lando leaned in conspiratorially. Don’t tell me you secretly have the hots for her, mate. Is that why you two are always going at it? Too much sexual tension? She’s pretty fit and all, but you could easily get any hotter chick -

This time Max turns to glare at Lando, his furrowed brows clearly telling him to fuck off. Lando throws his hands up in mock defense, Just jokes, just jokes. But hey, speak of the devil and she shall appear. He says, looking behind Max and letting out a low whistle. And damn, the devil didn’t come to play tonight, that dress should be illegal. I get it the appeal now Max-

Rolling his eyes, the older blonde driver finishes his drink and stands up, telling Lando to come find it when he’s done being a prick. Striding off to the opposite end of the club, he doesn’t bother looking in your direction even once. He’d had enough of your annoying presence on the track to be able to deal with it off it.

Across the neon dance floor, you laugh cheerfully with your friends, cheersing to shots together. Tossing your shot glass back, you reach for another, hoping your friends don’t notice the disappointed flicker on your face when you had heard Lando’s laugh from the VIP section, only to look up and see Max’s wide shoulders disappear off into the crowd, no doubt leaving the club as soon as he saw you.

Honestly, you couldn’t blame him, you thought glumly. You weren’t entirely sure just how the dynamics between you too had ended up so rife with tension. You had been so excited to interview the Dutch champion for the first time, spending ages picking out your most flattering outfit and matching gold accessories, and had even picked the perfect question to let him showcase his empathy. You had a soft spot for the driver racing with the MV33 tag growing up as you related to having strict parents yourself. Seeing Max shine at such a young age against much older, experienced competition had been so cool you’d instantly become a fan. So you had asked him about his infamous crash into the reigning champion, Lewis Hamilton, hoping to give him an chance to share his side of the story about how he was forced to continue the race due to team orders - but instead found yourself at the end of a scathing reply from the older athlete.

It’s always the people who have never been behind the wheel of a race car who have the most to say, Max had replied that day, on live TV with a condescending look, I don’t tell you how to be an influencer and you shouldn’t tell me how to be a driver, okay sweetheart?

You had flushed, too embarrassed to even stutter out a reply, and as another reporter mercifully took over you excused yourself from the room. The memory of your first F1 interview still radiated crystal clear in your mind and brought you back to the present as your friends waved their hands in your face to get your attention. Oh yeah, that’s right - that’s why you hated the cocky Dutch driver, you thought darkly, tossing back another shot. And why you’d never do him the service of being a courteous reporter to him ever again.

Vowing to put all thoughts of your biggest annoyance to the back of your mind, you let yourself be dragged onto the dance floor. For the next 3 hours you drink and dance, celebrating the start of the summer break. You slipped away from the group at one point to go to the bathroom. You’re walking back down the dim hallway to the club when a hand reaches out to tap your shoulder, and you turn around to find a guy you’d seen eyeing you up earlier grinning a bit too sleazily at you, introducing himself as Rossi and asking if he can buy you a drink. Politely rejecting him, you turn back around but he grabs your arm this time, spouting some bullshit about playing hard to get, huh, dressed like that?

You scowl, immediately turned off, and forcefully twist his arm around and push him away, telling him very firmly to piss off. He look startled at your reply, and you roll your eyes at his performance before moving away but apparently this asshole just couldn’t take a hint, cause this time he grabs both your shoulders and pushing you into the wall. You’re starting to get a little panicked now, knowing you two are in a quieter hallway and the shots you had taken earlier have caught up and made you weaker -

Then he’s all but thrown off of you, crashing into the opposite wall in a display of pure strength. I’m pretty sure she told you to fuck off, cunt. Keep your hands off of her.

You’d recognize that deep Dutch accent anywhere. Your jaw drops as you look up to see Max Verstappen’s back, dressed in a fitted white tee, now standing in between you and Rossi. Peeking over his broad shoulders on your tip toes, using your small hands to grasp Max’s bicep and steady yourself on your heels, you see Rossi angrily stalk towards Max, opening his mouth - then close it as he realises he’s much shorter and this was a dumb idea. Max smirks as he watches the other man sulkily storm away. He turns around, an almost gentle look on his face as he asks you okay, schat? Are you hurt?

You stare up at him, a little dazed by how handsome Max looks in this lighting and how hot it had been seeing Max protect you. The driver’s gaze turns to your hand, where your pink manicured nails are still holding onto his large bicep. Flushing, you move your hand and stutter out an affirmation that you’re fine, don’t worry, thanks so much -

Max hmms in response, pulling back from your space and immediately making you miss his warmth. You shouldn’t wander away from your friends all alone, he says, It’s not safe. Especially for someone your size.

His steely blue eyes are raking up and down your petite form, sending butterflies swirling but you’re also annoyed at his condescending tone. I had it handled, you say defensively, crossing your arms and looking away, missing how Max’s gaze flickers to your tits which are now pushed up.

Yeah, I’m sure you had it handled, he snorts. What were you going to do, throw one of your heels at him? Seriously, you need to be able to protect yourself better if you’re going to go out looking like this.

He pointedly glances at the glittery mini dress you had on, with a sweetheart halter neckline, ending mid thigh with matching lace up strappy heels. A perfect club outfit, the gold matching your tanned skin, and brought to you by Versace.

What the fuck, Verstappen you hiss, seething as he immediately ruins the two seconds of tranquility you two had shared. Why do you always have to be so goddamn misogynistic? Blaming the woman’s choice of outfit? Seriously? You’re no better than that creep Rossi!

Your voice starts to rise as you glare up at him defiantly. Suddenly, loud voices make you both look down the corridor as some clubgoers start approaching. Not done with your argument but not wanting another PR fiasco all over Page 6 tomorrow, Max grabs your waist and pulls you into one of the staircases leading upstairs.

You end up on a private, dark balcony overlooking the quiet Monaco marina. The club’s bass vibrates through the walls against where a small sofa rests with an ashtray nearby, designating it as an intimate smoking area.

Max slams the door behind you two, locking it for good measure as you whirl back around, still keyed up. You’re comparing me to that piece of shit? Seriously? Max scoffs, rolling his eyes and resuming your argument. Let me guess, tomorrow morning you’ll conveniently have a new headline about how I hate women and I’m a misognistic pig, blah blah blah.

You glare at his dismissal, stepping closer to back him up into the door behind him. Well, aren’t you Verstappen? What do you expect me to wear, sweatpants? It’s a fucking club, everyone dresses like this! The first time I ever interviewed you, you literally thought I was some random makeup obsessed influencer when I’m an Oxford educated journalist!

I know that now! Max snaps. You just asked me about the one thing I didn’t want to talk about and I got mad. I didn’t realize you were going to bite my head off every interview after that and just use me to to blow up online!

You pause, then begrudgingly mutter that you supposed you’d dragged out the grudge a touch longer than necessary. It was the Leo in you, after all. But Max wasn’t done - Fuck, all I meant was you look good tonight and a lot of guys have been checking you out, so just watch out, okay?

Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment, as althought you had always found him attractive, you’d never thought Max found you to be. Oh, you say, unable to hold back the blush in your face. Thank you. I owe you one, I guess.

You realize in the heat of the moment you had pushed right up against him, your soft chest up against his toned abs - giving him the perfect view as you calmed down from your heaving breaths. Max’s eyes darkened as you glanced from your chest up to his eyes, realising the compromising position as well and biting your lip.

Well, you could start by apologising to me, he says with a smirk as he pushes off the door, making you stumble back towards the sofa. That’s bullshit, Verstappen. I already said thank you. If you’re just gonna be a dick again I’m leaving, you respond automatically, but you let him continue to gently guide you back.

We both know you could have left anytime you wanted, schatje, Max breathes, bending down to your level as you come to a stop in front of the sofa, his lips grazing your ear and making your pussy throb from how goddamn sexy he sounded. Fuck, you were down bad. He grins cockily, not missing how you gasped sweetly and squeezed your plush thighs together at his words. Your gazes meet heatedly, and he finally ends the agonising tension by tilting your head up and joining your lips in a deep kiss.

You moan into it, his tongue swiping across yours skilfully and sending sparks shooting down to your pussy which was getting wetter by the second. Max pulls back, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your glossed lips. Why don’t you be a good girl for once and apologise to me nicely, yeah?

You refuse to budge. I’m not saying shit, Verstappen you say brattily. Just try and make me. Max smirks as you seal your fate. Let’s put that filthy mouth of yours to good use for once, he commands, and next thing his strong hand is pushing you down to your knees, making you come face to face with a very sizeable bulge. You gasp, looking up at him as he unbuckles himself, the clink of his belt buckle audible even over the thumping bass. His thick, veiny cock bounces out and lands across your pouting face with a smack. He grins as your eyes go wide at his size, jaw dropped as you begin to salivate at the sight. You’d definitely has one (or two) wet dreams like this - not that you would ever admit it to him.

God, you’re such a fucking slut, practically drooling for it already, huh? He teases condescendingly. You moan when he smacks your chubby cheeks with his warm length. I’m not, you whine, Stop being such a bully-mmmfhh!

He shuts up your pathetic whinging by nestling his tip against your pretty pink lips. Go on then, he mocks. You owe me one, right? Help me relax after all the stress you caused me last weekend.

You huff, still glaring at him through your dark lashes but obediently swipe a kitten lick across his leaking cockhead. Mmm, he tasted so good, you could easily see yourself become addicted. You move down his shaft, leaving teasing, gentle kisses and lipgloss marks along his length. He clenches his jaw at your deliberate teasing, telling you to quit it, but you just smirk and suckle on the very end, moving your tongue in circles to overstimulate his sensitive tip. Max moans, his hips bucking forward involuntarily but he quickly regains control and tangles a strong hand through your curls, dragging you forward to nestle in between his wide legs as he settles back comfortably on the sofa. I need to teach you some goddamn manners, huh?

You squeal from the rough treatment, your hands automatically grabbing to those thick thighs of his, opening your mouth in protest but you don’t get a chance to as he slams your plush lips down onto his length, burying himself in one go. Oh, fuck yeah, he moans, even better than I imagined, liefje. You whine and splutter, struggling to breathe at the unexpected intrusion and tap at his legs but he hold you down, blissfully enjoying your tight throat enveloping his cock. You can take it, right baby? Gonna be a good girl for me and keep my dick warm?

His condescending words should be making you angrier but instead you find yourself moaning against him, finding his dominating nature sooo hot. Tightening his hold, he now controls the pace as he jackhammers away happily, without a single care for your muffled squeals. You feel yourself melting at each thrust, looking up at him with starry glazed eyes. He smirks at the sexy sight, using his other hand to fish out his phone and hit record, blinding you temporarily with the flash.

Fucked the brat right out of ya, huh? He teases arrogantly, the camera picking up all the dirty, wet noises you’re making as you deepthroat him. Go on, time to go viral, tell everyone how much you wanted this. You look so much better in front of the camera and not behind it.

He yanks you off his length for a minute, letting you gasp and greedily suck in air as you give in completely to his demands. I do! I do want it, so bad Maxie, you whine. He tuts, slapping your lips with his thick length again and leaving streaks of pre cum all over your face. You can do better than that, sweetheart, you normally have such a way with words.

You whine at his ministrations, instinctively chasing after his tip when he withdraws it, making him chuckle at how cockdrunk he had made you. P-please Maxie, I’m sorry, so sorry for being a bitch, please let me suck you off and make it up to you, please-

Oh, he could get used to the sound of you begging and sweetly moaning his first name very, very easily. Ending your torment, he glides back through your eager lips at an angle, poking through your cheek. He zooms in to capture the filthy sight - tears that drip down your face, messily smudging your mascara and mixing with the trails of precum on your cheeks. Imagine if your boss saw this, huh? Shall I send him a dirty film? He’d lose his goddamn mind seeing his favourite reporter on her knees begging for a dirty driver’s cock.

You bob your head frantically, moaning as your eyes roll back from the intensity of it all. Your lacy panties are glued to your pussy with how wet you are. You’re taking me so well, schat, he pants, cursing, Fuck, it’s like you were made for me. If I’d known you were s’good at suckin me off I’d have you doin’ this after every race. Throwing his head back, he pushes you all the way down, your nose buried into his sweaty abs as he finishes, releasing thick ropes of cum down your eagerly awaiting throat. He holds you there as he roughly orders you to take it all for him, that’s right, just like that. He slides out of you with a wet sound. Open that gorgeous mouth for me, baby.

You obediently drop your lips wide open, tongue poking out so the camera can capture that you’ve swallowed every drop, just like he asked. Satisfied, Max tosses his phone to the side and easily lifts you up with his strong arms to straddle his lap. You immediately grind your desperate pussy against him, hands tangling in his hair as you sloppily make out. His large fingers grip your glittery minidress as he pulls back to grin down at you. Wear this outfit again, he says huskily. In fact, wear whatever you want, anytime. I can fight.

You laugh at his sweetness, heart fluttering at the thought of always having Max by your side to protect you. You know I’m never going to stop annoying you on the paddock, right? You threaten, although you’re smiling. It makes for great content. My boss would never forgive me.

Wouldn’t have it any other way, darling. We have a reputation to maintain, Max replies easily, grinning back at you as he pulls you back in. After all, you two had a lot of apologies to make up for and had found the perfect way to say sorry 💖

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A/N: so I can never just write a short lil quick fic it always has to be an essay apparently?!? Anyways GLAD YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS THEME EHEHEHE I LOVED WRITING THIS SEND IN MKRE REQUESTS!! 🫶🫶🫶

[stuffeddeer]

imagine mistaking beastzai as your usual dazai (you thought he wanted to be emo for a day) and like did usual silly cute things with him then dazai came home and he’s like HUH WHO IS THIS GUY R U CHEATING ON ME :(( but in the end you have… double boyfriends but one’s moody and one’s fucking annoying

anons that think alike omg telepathy … use ur powers for good!!! two asks in one btw i feel so productive

alsooo beast!dazai would be giddy like a child to be in the main tl w his love… he’d be twirling you around and enjoying what could’ve been before he has to go back!!! all dazais are cringy and in love w u it's true they told me themselves !!!!

“What’s with the outfit?” You spoke bluntly, clearly a little put off by the reappearance of the black coat and red scarf. “Dude, you look like Mori.” Harsh, sure, but your boyfriend worked so hard to walk alongside you in the light, so the last thing you wanted was to see what would’ve been, if not for — 

Dazai smiled, seemingly amused. “Ah, love, it’s merely a costume. Thought you’d get a kick out of it,” he replies easily, pulling off the long red scarf: a staple of the Port Mafia’s boss.

His words help to relax you, letting out a small sigh as you push the coat off of his shoulders. “Let me grab you your coat, I know it’s around here somewhere…” You flittered about your shared apartment, pulling a backup brown coat from its spot buried underneath your closet. “This better suits you,” you speak under your breath as Dazai pulls it on. The fit seems a little… different. Is it somehow looser than normal? You frown.

“Thank you, love,” he repeated the same pet name. It felt as though he missed saying it, which doesn’t quite make sense.

You choose not to dwell on it — maybe seeing him in black again just rewired your brain for a moment. He’s alive and well in front of you and nothing else matters. A nod is all the reply Dazai gets before you slip on your shoes.

“I thought you might have headed to work early when I didn’t see you in bed this morning, but I guess that’s my fault for assuming the impossible,” you decide to tease.

Dazai easily slips behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin against your shoulder. “Mm… I love you, you know that? Let’s skip work today. We can spend time together, ‘kay?”

He’d always been unpredictable and spontaneous, so you merely laughed in response. “I don’t have work today, remember? But you still do.”

Shaking his head, he pouts — there’s the Dazai you love. “Nope!~ I refuse to go into work today. I’m spending my whole day with my love!” He practically jumps for joy, hands moving to gently hold your waist. “Let’s bake cookies.”

There isn’t much you can do, watching with an amused grin as Dazai unties your shoes before dragging you to the kitchen.

“It does not take two hours to make cookie dough…” you sigh, trying to jostle the white flour from your hair. “We baked cookies together, like, two weeks ago! How could we already have forgotten everything…”

Dazai grins, planting kiss after kiss on your cheeks, melted butter staining your skin from when he accidentally tried to drink from the cup you’d used to soften it. “Hard to remember much when I’m with you.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You chuckled, grabbing a towel from the counter to wipe both your face and his lips.

“Yep!~ It’s like.. my love is so pretty I can’t think when I’m around them! Oh, I could just die in… No! I don’t even want to die! I could live in your arms, grow old together and watch you get all frail and saggy,” Dazai speaks dreamily, swooning over the idea of growing old with you. How sweet.

You push him away gently and begin balling up the chocolate chip cookie dough, pressing it onto the silver pan you made Dazai buy when you first started staying over. “Saggy? No, I’ll be young and beautiful forever,” you joke, but Dazai only nods in response.

“It’s true! No one holds a candle to my love. Why, I wish I could spend every day just staring at you.” Dazai’s voice always sounded teasing when he was with you, but even as you put the last of the cookie dough onto the tray (only had enough to fill one, since Dazai kept spilling, throwing or eating the ingredients..) you could feel the genuineness in his words.

Oven preheated, you slid the sheet in to bake (making sure to start the timer) before turning to Dazai. Before you could get a word in, the front door to your shared apartment creaked open. Heart dropping to your stomach, you grabbed the closest thing to you: a whisk your boyfriend had licked clean. Said boyfriend only seemed to sigh, falling into a more somber mood, head hanging before he sent you a sad smile.

“I think the jig is up, love…”

Your name is called from the front door, the voice… suspiciously familiar. “Are you in there? You weren’t answering your phone and I got worried...” Dazai stepped into your apartment, hanging his keys by the door before turning around (an addition you made, since he tended to forget his and jumpscare you by picking the lock every few days).

The three of you stood still, no words spoken and the only sound being that of your metal whisk dropping to the floor. Spinning from one Dazai to the next, you wiped a splotch of flour from your shirt collar. You felt guilty for some reason, like you were at fault for not recognizing an imposter Dazai, and wanted to make yourself look more presentable.

“Awww, love!” The Dazai at the door pouts, throwing his coat on the floor as he quickly heads over to you. “Are you cheating on me?” He continues, slouching over you to impose as much of his weight as he can. You struggle for a moment, his bone crushing hug enveloping more than you expected.

Guilt still apparent as your tummy twisted, you shook your head. “I didn’t— “

The other Dazai, the one wearing a black tie and covered in various cookie ingredients pouted as well. “Maybe she’s cheating on me! I mean, I can’t believe my love moved in with another man…”

God, this was too confusing. You gently pushed Dazai A off of you, stepping back from the two. “I don’t— “

“I can’t believe this… I head to work early one time and now you’re making cookies for someone else!” Dazai A whined, face smooshed against the oven door’s glass in longing. “I’ll never be on time again! In fact, I think I’ll always have to be late.”

Dazai B pulled Dazai A back towards him by his collar, whispering obnoxiously, “I’ll share the cookies if you share the beautiful partner.”

Dazai A nods in approval, eyes closed and arms crossed like it was the easiest decision to make in the world. “I want half the sheet. And, I want a kiss…” He pouts towards you. Ugh, how annoying.

You deadpan towards the two, no longer feeling guilty. These two were just as much Dazai as they could get. Arms spread, you let Dazai A pull you into a hug so you can give him a proper welcome home kiss. “Both of you are obnoxious. Is that all I’m worth? Half a sheet of cookies?”

“Half a sheet of your cookies,” Dazai B grins. “That’s not something either of us would give up lightly.” The other Dazai nods in agreement.

Both of your stupid, annoying, clingy boyfriends tug on your sleeves, forcing you over to the couch so they can both receive your affections while the cookies bake.

the timer goes off after a while but they both whine about not wanting to let u get up. once you threaten letting the cookies burn they're quick to let go. i hate them both.

[jymwahuwu]

okay hi i’m new here and i was wondering if 1.) i could be 🍧 anon. and 2.) i was hoping to request yandere!jing yuan with a fem!reader who and yes this goes back to another rq you did of jing who kept spamming and calling reader to do the naughty, becomes super fed up with his shit and starts avoiding him irl. as like, she’s avoiding him and what have you, the texts- calls- and pictures all get progressively more frequent, until you’re basically waking up to pictures of him laying in bed w/o a shirt or, a pic of him after he gets ready- asking if you like his outfit and think he looks good.

but like reader becomes so annoyed that she tries blocking him, changing her number, avoiding him, and he only takes it as motivation to keep up his antics because he KNOWS how flustered it makes you, and he isn’t going to stop. but now he’s becoming slowly more creepy to the point he calls you and says “oh hey bby i’m on my way over 😘 leave the door unlocked for me”

anyways— thanks if you get the chance to do this request! i love ur work and can’t wait to see more from you!

related content: yan! jing yuan keeps spamming you and calling you

thanks for your encouragement! sure u can be 🍧 anon! visiting your house is really creepy lmaooo is there any way to stop him?

TW: yandere, non-con, harassment, looks like delusional but he's not delusional, somehow super lucid

Oh this is going to happen someday, you have all the desperate attempts to stop Jing Yuan- block him, keep changing numbers, check yourself on the street if you are being followed, and walk into the crowd. What you get are messages from [new number] praising your stunts (for avoiding him) and telling you that he really wants you to bend over if it's not in public. There's even something like "[photos 2], [photos 9], [voice message 2:16]". A large number of explicit texts and photos to lure your desire.

You look for a button to turn off message notifications, but somehow there's no way, just like you can't hang up those calls. You believe that your mobile phone has been hacked, but that is the power of Xianzhou technology, what ability do you have to refuse…?

Today's a weird but good day - you didn't see [new messages 42], nor were you distracted by morning and late-night phone calls leading you to surreptitiously watch porn. You're at home enjoying the peace of mind while sipping your favorite drink and watching space TV. However, halfway through the show, you receive a call from the general.

"Huh?" You were a little numb.

"Oh hey baby I'm on my way over!" There was a cheerful voice over there, which brought a bit of sunshine compared to the previous low voice. "Remember to leave the door unlocked for me-" You didn't hold it steady for a few seconds, and the drink in your hand spilled out - what does it mean? Jing Yuan on the way to your house?

"Wait… what?!" The call was over. You opened the chat history with your trembling fingertips, there was indeed a message last night saying "Baby here has a surprise for you tomorrow so we can have a good time (♡˙︶˙♡)"

What follows is your choice, but with the same consequences. You can leave the house temporarily, or stay in the house but lock the door and put a stick or something on the door handle. Leaving the house will only be caught by him like a kitten and brought home under the shocked eyes of everyone. And the option to lock the door, you're so naive, aren't you? Jing Yuan rings the door bell first and tells you "baby your dear boyfriend is here". After getting no response, the general murmured that he was lucky to have your spare key, and you who eavesdropped behind the door covered your mouth to suppress the screaming - how could he have your house key? Seeing that the door handle was stuck, Jing Yuan casually smashed the door handle with a relaxed smile on his face.

It's like a surreal nightmare for you now with an immersive live-action experience.

"Baby, I'm home. Are you eager?" He put his hands around your waist and lifted you off the ground. This is the first thing Jing Yuan does after entering your home. No matter how flustered and annoyed you are, asking him to put you down, the general will hold your waist tightly, feeling your breath contentedly. It takes a full minute before you get back to the ground.

Jing Yuan tries to act like a thoughtful boyfriend, cuddling with you on the couch watching a show (ignoring your struggle in a huff, stroking your boobs), giving you teahouse's popular drink (and throwing the original drink). There's a raised tent rubbing your butt, and you writhe in embarrassment.

General's plan for you is a sweet date at home, and… a sex marathon! He already told you how to pamper you, right? He started holding your cheek and kissing you affectionately and slowly, even as you whined with your eyes closed and pushed his chest with tears. He shudders as the cock buries into your warm and tight walls. It was better than he'd ever imagined in any call. You whimper "no", "this is too big", "I don't want to…" Jing Yuan shushes you, tells you you are adorable, stretches you unhurriedly with his dick.

Even though your house is small for him, Jing Yuan sees this as a lovely bird house. He starts fucking you all over the house, from bumping you on the dining table to overstimulating you and forcing you to squirt on the bed. If you have a balcony or a garden, Jing Yuan even considers taking you out to tease you a little. Of all the furniture, his favorite is your little bathtub. After being exhausted, Jing Yuan puts you in a bathtub filled with warm water and bubbles for you to relax, just like a responsible boyfriend would do. After taking a bath, he knew that you might not be able to walk by yourself now, so he carried you to the bed. He changes you into a pajamas patterned with furry animals. He loves doing these sweet things for you!

General pats you on the back, gently wiping away your tears. Your screaming isn't getting any help. You can only whine, sob, and sniff - until... you hyperventilate and fall asleep. He knows it's a packed schedule for a first date, so it's understandable that you'd be overwhelmed.

He took a picture of your sleeping face, clasped his fingers with you, and fell asleep together. There will be more sweet dates in the future. You will get used to it, right?

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

hey, since your request are open, can you write a Yandere Russia x reader? A scenario where the reader is a foreigner and he goes in reader's country to meet some important businessmen, just to fall for reader who was just standing in front of a store like🧍. Thank you❤️

Yandere Russia seeing reader for the first time

note: i loved this idea so much. thank you anon. this'll be in russia's point of view, and i'm sorry it took me so long. like really long.. to do this. if you request anything else pls specify that it's you so i can make it priority and make up for it by being faster next time.. just like add a star to it or some shit like that. i hope this is what u wanted but im not certain :(

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

It was late when Russia was finally allowed to leave. Not his worst work day, but certainly not his lightest. Actually, he's been rather busy, this being his third country in this week alone. Luckily though, he's finally able to have some peace. Stroll around and take a view of the surrounding cityscape around him. He feels a bit out of place, but that's to be expected. It's something he's used to (even in his own country..)

But as he's walking, something hits him. He hasn't ate today. Too caught up in the busy-ness of the morning to even had thought about it. And he really doesn't want to enter a resturaunt, or cook at the hotel.. So he settles on something simpler. He'll just get himself a quick meal at a corner store, whatever pre-made thing is available really he isn't picky.. Had too hard of a life to be choosy with things such as food.

Looking through the streets, he finally finds one. The bright lights of the sign a bit bright as he looks at it too long.. He squints, blinking a bit to regain his sight and looking down to- oh? At this hour? He stares for a moment before slowly looking in the other direction, just to be sure he won't get noticed. God, they're gorgeous. So much so he doesn't even feel hungry anymore, or exhausted, or anything. It's like the very presence of this mysterious stranger just caught him. Something he struggles to not rocket focus on, and he hasn't a clue why. Blinking, he looks down at the road. Why's he so focused on this random person just looking at the signs in front of the store window tonight? Maybe he's just so tired he can't focus.

Shaking his head, Russia walks across the street and goes past them, having to use every tiny bit of control he has to not gawk at them the entire time as he goes through the door. Making his way in-between shoves, he decides to just try and not get caught absolutely enamored by this beautiful individual he just found himself. Carefully looking through all the chips and jerky and whatnot he decides to lean down and settle on some potatoe chips. An easy answer. And as soon as he stand back up, his eyes conveniently land right back on the very person from earlier! They went in after him and yet they're checking out earlier. He looks over their outfit, then the counter. What they got looks good..

Putting his chips back up, he goes to the back of the store. Where is it all.. Grabbing the drink you got from the fridge before looking all about the store to get the rest. And he sighs once he finishes. He sort of wishes he didn't decide to avoid you, internally kicking himself in the ass for making that decision. Quickly getting his items checked out, he steps outside the door, looking both ways.. There. Turning. He follows you at a steady speed, not too slow, not too fast. But then, a crowd spawns from the middle of norwhere as you're passing a street and.. Your gone. He looks around, but there aren't any signs of you anywhere. Standing at the sidewalk of the intersection, he sighs, frowning. Just as quick as you showed up, you dissapeared.

He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling this person will haunt his mind until he finally finds them again. Hell- they already are. And it's making him increasingly frustrated that he didn't try and come up to you. His grip tightening a bit on the bag, he makes a promsie to himself. He'll find you. Even if it's the last thing he'll do.. He'll find you.

[purinfelix]

joao fluff where him and the reader decorate their house for christmas together and then bake cookies + watch christmas movies + cuddle afterwards! it’s okay if yoy don’t celebrate christmas, i could request a diff prompt :) I LOVE UR WORK AND UR USER AS WELL 💗

love actually, is all around ₊˚⊹♡

pairing: joao felix x reader (established relationship) summary: just some good old christmas-themed fluff !! warnings: none w/c: 1k

a/n: like i said with the Gavi one, i had completely misunderstood how soon christmas actually was so i'm so so sorry for how long this took and how late it is (but also the joao Christmas tree decorating vid lowk came out at a perfect time)... still anon tysm ily and thank u for being patient !!! hope you enjoy and have a good christmas !! <3

“No, look here Joao,” you sigh, squinting at the back of the empty cookie-mix box, “it says to put the eggs in after the butter.”

“Now why on earth would I do that,” he sighs, already grabbing two eggs from the carton and cracking them both in before you can stop him. If you weren’t so focused on the fact he cracked them both with one hand with such ease, you probably would’ve been more upset about the fact he was sabotaging the gingerbread cookies you two were attempting to make.

But even if he did, you were in no mood to be upset today - in fact, it was virtually impossible to be anything but utterly content at the scene you two had set out for yourself. You and your boyfriend had spent the better part of the afternoon decorating your apartment in time for the holiday season. And several fights with tangled Christmas lights, uncooperative sticky tape and broken baubles later, you had managed to make your shared space festive enough. Even from the kitchen you could spot the tree, who’s soft glow gave your living room an ambience and your heart a warmth that made all your efforts worth it.

You had even managed to talk your boyfriend into dressing the part, the two of you were wearing matching plaid pyjama bottoms. Meanwhile, Floki pattered around in a tiny reindeer outfit Joao had bought for him on a whim and seemed way too excited to see him in. And you couldn’t help but share his beaming smile once he finally wrestled the dog into the suit.

Watching Floki jump around your feet had distracted you from the issue at hand until you heard the sound of wet batter slapping onto itself, causing you to whip your head up to where your boyfriend stood tightly gripping a wooden spoon.

“Should it be this,” he paused, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the right word, “wet?”

“I don’t think so …”

You leant in a little closer, worry growing in you as you looked at the concerningly runny batter. However your boyfriend was determined to go on, simply shrugging as he dumped it out onto the floured counter with a small huff. Before you could stop him he was already hands deep in the brown mush, face twisted into an almost adorably focused expression complete with a bottom lip jutted out just enough to form a pout. You found yourself resigned to just watching him as he worked through the dough, an endeared smile spread across your face - at least until he turned to you, hands covered with sticky residue and a look that had morphed from focus to frustration, and you decided you would lend a hand.

Once your gingerbread cookies, or at least your attempt at gingerbread cookies, were in the oven and the two of you had cleaned the stubborn remnants of the dough off of your hands you found yourself curled up on the couch beside your boyfriend. The combination of the pyjama pants and Christmas sweater he had insisted on wearing made Joao the embodiment of a heat pack, and the perfect thing to snuggle up to given the cold weather outside - even if he was more concerned with picking the perfect movie for the two of you to watch than reciprocating your hugs.

Still, you let out a soft hum of happiness once he finally picked one after what seemed like an eternity of searching and could set down the remote to wrap an arm around you and pull you even closer - which you had thought was physically impossible given how you kept shuffling up next to him. As the movie opening played, you felt his hand come up to catch on a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his finger to twirl it. It was a half-thought out action and a habit he had developed in quiet moments like these the two of you spent alone, a silent way of expressing his love.

“This is nice,” you heard him say softly, not needing to raise his voice anymore above a whisper given how close the two of you were. It was an obvious enough statement, but said in a way that conveyed a second message - one that said “This is nice, and I’m glad I get to experience it with you.”

“It is,” you mumbled in response, feeling the temptation of fatigue tugging your eyelids closed. Joao noticed this, and only let out an amused chuckle as he pushed your hair away from your face and offered more of his shoulder for you to lean on.

“I hope we get to have many more Christmases together,” he breathed, watching you try to fight your urge to sleep with nothing but love in his eyes.

“We will,” you said in response, which, even through your haze of sleepiness, sounded as definite as a sure fact.

You recognised the familiar feeling of Joao’s lips gently pecking your forehead as you drifted off to sleep, curled up next to him. You could just make out faintly the smell of ginger, cinammon and all the other spices you had used in your cookie batter still clinging to him. You could hear Floki pattering around in the background, the bells on his reindeer costume jingling softly, as well as the steady beat of Joao’s heart. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so content, so at peace, so calm, and the last thought that graced your mind was about how you would give anything to make sure you could relive this moment a thousand times again.

At least, it would’ve been - if you hadn’t been woken up rudely by the loud beeping of your kitchen timer, the distinct smell of something burning, and Joao cursing under his breath as thick clouds of smoke squeezed their way out of your oven from your gingerbread cookies, or at least what remained of them.

[kinnbig]

so, who is the most pathetic? big, vegas or kim?

obsessed with this question thank u anon i am going to have to approach this very scientifically and rate their patheticness levels with super incredibly objective patheticness points

Big -

pathetic:

in unrequited love with his boss +2

roasted by Kim for being in unrequited love with his boss +1

got demoted cause some random guy asked for his job +1

put in his place by Chan while trying to put the new guy in his place +1

not invited to the Hum Bar shenanigans +1

lectured on homophobia by a 'straight' guy (while gay) +1

fell off his motorbike and was real angy about it +1

"it's because of me. I couldn't help Khun Kinn" +2

looks like he's on the verge of tears 24/7 +1

sad little hair strand +1

literally died +5

not pathetic:

captain of the Tawan hate squad -2

mean girl swag -1

beat up that guy and was hot about it -1

picked up Porsche by his hair and was really hot about it -2

total: 11

Vegas -

pathetic:

psychosexually obsessed with his cousin +1

all the daddy issues +2

rejected by Porsche +1

tried to bring Porsche a rose but had to leave with it because his cousin woke up from his coma and pretended to be allergic +1

Tankhun smacked him with a tray that one time +1

kicked out of his own bathroom so his cousin could give the guy he was trying to seduce a handjob +3

Gun smacked that book out of his hand +1

got punched sooo many times +1

used his prisoner as a therapist +2

fell in love with said prisoner after one (1) free therapy session +1

the entire hedgehog saga +3

"shoot me!" +1

the entire failed coup +2

"here's how I win." ... *loses* +1

not pathetic:

cool motorbike -1

all the murder/torture -2

so so many cunty outfits -1

did actually get laid -1

ate ass on-screen -2

was probably fucking Ken (good for him) -1

was turned into swiss cheese and lived -1

total: 12

Kim -

pathetic:

actually has a murder board +1

said murder board is behind a giant photo of himself +1

conducts secret investigations instead of communicating with his brothers like a normal person +2

didn't even solve the mystery he was investigating +2

so incredibly emotionally unavailable +1

saw a kid with an entire wall full of his photographs and went "...I wonder if this guy really likes me? maybe I should make him write a love song to check" +1

is the cheek kiss girlie in the fuck nasty show +1

ghosted a child +3

emotionally defeated by a smiley face fried egg +1

on Chay's blocklist +1

led Chay on for an investigation, ghosted him, cried into his polaroids when Chay didn't take him back +2

tried to apologise to Chay by gifting him dead bodies and songs instead of using his words +1

not pathetic:

broke into a mafia boss' office -1

out mean girlied the mean girlie (was mean to Big) -1

is maybe a celebrity -1

the entire bar fight scene -3

total: 11

and there you have it! it's so very close, but Vegas is officially the most pathetic by one (1) patheticness point. i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time

more very scientific kinnporsche research

[senbbonzakura]

hii!! don't be shy posting anythin, that's cool when new people appear who write south park stuff! 🤍 can i request (f!reader) picnic headcannons with kenny, stanley and kyle? it can be platonic or romantic(sure, aged up), idc

sure!! thank u sm for being my first headcannons req anon !! 🤍 ill try my best with these bc i never was on a picnic so i have to use my imagination on how it works.. also i made this romantic, theyre like 17-18 here

⋆ PICNIC WITH MAIN 3 :

✩ — STAN !

this guy was so flattered when u asked him to go do a picnic with u

he was so excited he couldnt sleep

brought cookies and dr pepper...

its because he was walking around the store for like 30 minutes in denial of what would you like to eat 😭😭

like.. will u like it? what if youre picky? mostly everyone likes cookies so cookies it is

butttttt he brought money to the picnic too in case you need something

he picks a nice outfit for himself!!

and by that i dont mean a suit or anything like that... its just a tee that you once said you liked and his fav baggy jeans

so nervous before meeting u for the picnic. mostly bc of the food. what if youre not happy with the food he brought☹️

he brought a picnic blanket too tho!!

he tries to settle it himself but its sort of windy and he drops the blanket...

it flies away

but dw luckily he got it!!

he tries to settle it ahain but DONT trust him with that bc its gonna fly away again so help him pls😭

once its all settled he tries to make it romantic somehow?? he doesnt know how to be romantic without it being corny tho😕

so he just passes u everything u ask for!!

totally did not put the picnic basket next to himself on purpose..

with stan its mostly just giggles and stuff. he will hold your hand or hug you there and there but he enjoys just talking with you like he would with a best friend, if you know what i mean??

he kisses your cheek and thanks you for all the effort you put in everything <3

✩ — KYLE !

he suggests the picnic 🤗

kyle is the most organized one of them all

before the picnic he knows what to bring and what food you like

like what??? how did he know that?? did he put cameras around ur house or smth

or maybe ur parents just like him a lot so they told him stuff..

keeps checking if he has everything

he also brings you a flower!!

hes a gentleman😭

somehow manages to settle the blanket himself??

he also picked the perfect time of the day so it would be sunset

puts sm effort in to show you how much he loves you!! hes so sweet

brought like a backup hoodie for you just in case youre cold😕

he doesn't really like touching you in public, so expect a hug and a kiss from him only after it gets darker after the sunset

or if he thinks no one is watching

ike definitely wanted to go with you two

kyle said no

he wants it to be a moment just for you and him

ike still comes along with sheila "on accident" but for like a few minutes bc kyle begged them to leave you two alone😭

HE WAS SO EMBARRASSED THAT HIS MOM CAME TOO💔

he apologizes to you

its not like hes embarrassed bc of sheila, its just the fact that his MOM came, if u get what i mean

what more can i say?

besides that its all perfect !!

✩ — KENNY !

you suggest the picnic

he thought abt it before and wanted to ask you too but money... 😕

he immediately said yes and saved money just for that occasion

he knows what food u like

its because usually when you two hang out he randomly asks you stuff like "whats your fav food?" in that case

and he remembers every answer u give him🤗🤗

he brought food and you brought the blanket

he actually made sure to bring enough for the two of you

thats so sweet😕

he doesnt gaf abt public, he will show his love to you everywhere

so he has his arm wrapped around you most of the time

and also kisses your shoulder or cheek sometimes !!

he would do the rizz thing with "hey you have something there" while pointing at ur chest and then he would grab ur chin so u look at him and he kisses u

its just a joke tho😭

thats not a great way to flirt in his opinion

he would also chuckle before kissing u !!

sweeeeeeeet

after the picnic he offers to walk you to your home <3

he also holds your hand while walking

when youre about to leave he hugs you and thanks you for everything too🤗

fill my requests up guys!!

[cupidjyu]

be unprofessional

hyunjae x reader (request for the anon who wanted jealous!hyunjae thank uuu💕)

genre: jealousy, office au, president of company hyunjae, secretary reader, do u see what im trying to get at rn, bff kevin, an intern who gives me the ick, kissing, cuddling, secret? romance, flirt turned shy hyunjae, reader is the flirty one tbh notes: i fell asleep in the middle of writing this blame my period word count: 2.6k

“Y/n! Hey.” Kevin poked his head from the corner. You looked up from your computer with widened eyes.

“What’s up?” You grinned.

“There’s um– a new intern. I’m s’posed to show him around but I have a meeting,” He groaned. “I mean, I know Hyunjae’s the head president of the company and all. Important and stuff. But he’s also your boyfriend. Please tell him to stop swarming me with work.”

You snickered. “I can’t do anything about that. He’s the boss of you. And also me.” You glanced down at the pristine and shiny name tag on your desk. Secretary. It would have been severely unprofessional for the secretary and the president to be dating. But you initially weren’t dating. You simply had signed up for this job not knowing that you would fall in love with said president.

Now, it was some sort of game. Keeping your relationship secret and far from prying eyes. The only person who knew was Kevin because he had accidentally walked in on you two kissing behind the desk. It was half thrilling and half exhausting. Especially since Hyunjae’s always been a touchy man. If you ever so walked up to his desk to give him papers to sign, he would have his hands all over your waist, keeping you from going anywhere.

Kevin rolled his eyes and motioned to the door.

“Can you show the intern around though?” He pleaded. “Promise, I’ll buy you a drink tomorrow.”

You bit your lip, looking between him and your computer. It was flashing with the schedules that you were supposed to make for Hyunjae. But with the way Kevin looked at you so helplessly, you couldn’t help but sigh and get up from your desk.

“Fine. You owe me.”

He cheered and ran out the door. You wondered whether he even had a meeting to go to or if he had lied so he could go sing karaoke.

Fixing your hair and outfit, you opened the door. But you inhaled sharply when you came face to face with Hyunjae. This was what happened when his office was right next to yours. Like always, he looked handsome. But mostly he dressed the same. In those stupid, tailored suits that made his shoulders look incredibly broad.

“Hi!” You blurted out, smiling awkwardly.

He tilted his head with the corner of his lips lifting slightly. “Where are you going?”

“I should be asking why you’re here.” You raised an eyebrow. “Also, I’m going to be late.”

“Because,” He breathed out, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “I miss you. So tell me, why are you leaving me?”

You willed yourself not to blush. He told you that he missed you all the time yet you could never quite get used to it. “I’m not leaving you. I have to show an intern around.”

He frowned–cutely, dare you say. “I thought I told Kevin to do that.”

You shrugged. “Turns out he can’t. So bye.” You quickly slipped past him but you were stopped in your tracks when you felt an arm around your waist, pulling you right back. Hyunjae smiled softly down at you. 

“Are you avoiding me?” He teased.

“No,” You huffed. “You’re just annoying. Go back to work.”

“But I love you.” He pouted, looking at you with puppy-like eyes. It was an ironic contrast to his swept-up hair and very put-together appearance. “But fine. I’ll go. Whatever.”

You laughed as you finally pulled away, much to his reluctance. “I’ll see you later.” He hummed, waving you off.

–

“This is your… office, I think.” You motioned your hand to one of the empty desks. “Or that one?” You squinted at the other one. “I’m sorry. This isn’t my forte. My co-worker usually–”

“It’s okay.” The intern smiled. “I’d prefer you anyday.” You blinked when you realized that his smile had some other intention behind it.

“Oh,” You managed. “Thanks.”

He nodded. Wincing, you also came to the realization that his eyes were constantly wandering over you. Would now be the right time to tell him that you had a boyfriend? But what if he asked who? Then you would be in trouble.

So, you chose to stay quiet. In any other person’s eyes, it would be sensible to see that this new intern was handsome. He was tall, had sharp eyes, blah, blah. You didn’t really care much as you walked over to the break room.

“This is where you can come and take a break.” You smiled politely. “The coffee machine is always broken so don’t expect much.”

The man laughed. “You’re funny, did you know that? And cute.”

You let out a confused noise. “Ah– thank you?” Stepping away, since frankly, he had stepped closer to you, you headed out the door. “I’ll show you the… president’s office.” The man hummed, trailing behind you. A bit too close for your liking, but whatever, you told yourself. Just get this over with.

Once you arrived there, you peered through the window, only to realize that Hyunjae was nowhere to be seen. You sighed.

“He’s not there. I guess we’ll go somewhere else.”

“I know where we can go,” The intern replied. “There’s a cafe down the street. If you want, I can buy you a drink?”

You widened your eyes, taking a step backward. “I have a– uh…”

The intern watched you silently before he raised an eyebrow. “He isn’t here though, now is he?”

You clenched your jaw, at the fact that this guy was really implying that you should cheat. “Actually…”

His hand came up to your shoulder, probably to pull you closer. Except, his hand never quite landed there.

There was another hand that had wrapped around the intern’s wrist, stopping him. You could recognize it anywhere. The pretty, pretty hand that often cupped your jaw to pull you into a kiss. Hyunjae stepped forward, placing himself in between the two of you.

“What are you doing?” He muttered.

The intern visibly gulped as he backed up. “Nothing.”

You could only watch silently as Hyunjae approached him further, practically towering over him. So maybe the intern wasn’t so tall after all.

“Go,” He urged. “You’re particularly bold for someone who’s just started here.” Hyunjae’s voice was low and calm but you could see the way his hand blindly reached behind him to hold onto yours. You smiled slightly when you could feel his fingers wrapping around protectively.

The intern practically scrambled out the door, claiming he needed to use the bathroom. You hadn’t shown him where it was yet.

He’ll figure it out.

With a sigh, Hyunjae turned around. He looked you over with worried eyes.

Your gaze softened. “Hyunjae…”

He shook his head, glancing at the other workers. “There are people watching. I’ll talk to you later.”

You nodded slowly, stepping away.

For the rest of the day, you could barely focus on any of your tasks. Your heart was thumping as you constantly paused your typing to figure out if Hyunjae was angry at you or not. Glancing at the clock, you sighed. Two more hours.

–

After work was finished, the two of you headed home together. But unlike his usual talkative self, he was awfully quiet. The only thing that stayed the same was his hand that held tightly onto yours. Whenever you glanced at him, you noticed his pouted lips and furrowed eyebrows. But when you squeezed his hand tightly, you could see a shy smile grow on his lips. Stifling a laugh, that was what confirmed that he wasn’t mad at you particularly.

Once the door was unlocked and open, Hyunjae was immediately pulling off the outer layer of his suit. He closed the door behind him and you gasped quietly once you felt two warm hands grasp your waist, turning you around and pressing you up against the wood of the door.

Immediately, he was leaning in to press his lips against yours. This was unlike the soft kisses he liked to wake you up with. This kiss was fervent and heart-stopping. With muffled noises, you allowed him to kiss you intensely, his hands wandering all over your sides.

Slowly, at some point, when you had tugged at his hair, he slowed down, his lips moving unhurriedly and gently against yours. You began to smile, peeking an eye open to see just how adorably concentrated he was. Eyebrows furrowed, cheeks flushed pink, eyes squeezed shut, you found him very endearing.

When he had broke apart, he leaned in so that he could rest his forehead against yours, breathing slightly heavily.

“Don’t be like this,” You whispered with an amused lilt in your voice. 

“Like what?” He questioned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You looked up at him with skepticism when you felt his hands still gripping your waist possessively.

“Jealous,” You teased. “You’re jealous.”

He grumbled, diving in to bury his nose into the slope of your neck. “I can’t help it.”

“But you are aware that I only love you, hm?” You grinned, placing your hands on his shoulders to make him face you. His ears were tinted red now, along with his cheeks.

“I know, but–”

“Come on,” You took his hand in yours, pulling him along. “Let’s go wash up.”

As the two of you were walking down the hallway, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Hyunjae paused and looked at you with confusion.

“What’s funny?” He frowned.

“You know…” You leaned in, cupping his jaw with one hand. He looked down at you with slight surprise. “You’re kind of hot when you’re jealous.”

His surprised expression quickly turned into an embarrassed one. His eyes shut closed as he pulled you back in.

“Shut up,” He mumbled with adorably flushed cheeks. You were about to make another remark but he was quick to cut you off with another kiss. This one was so, so, sweet that it might have left your stomach full of butterflies.

“Still very hot,” You muttered, winking when he pulled away. He groaned exasperatedly and shut the bathroom door behind him.

–

When you entered your room, you found Hyunjae sitting in the middle of the bed, changed out of his work clothes. His hair was tousled and messy as he fiddled with his fingers.

With a fond smile, you sat cross-legged in front of him. You loved this side of him. The one that wasn’t the company president. Instead, it was the side that was just a man who was incredibly in love with you. He told you that every day without fail. He peered at you with sad eyes before looking back down at his lap.

With a light laugh, you lifted his chin with the tips of your fingers.

“Still feeling down?” You crooned.

He searched your eyes with so much affection behind them. And then he nodded quietly, his gaze wandering to your lips. Understanding his silent plea, you smiled before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his. 

Instantly, he was pressing forward to deepen it, his hands coming to grasp you anywhere he could. You giggled, feeling ticklish from the way his fingers wandered over you. When he pulled away, he looked at you questioningly.

“Do you think he’s handsome?”

You smiled slyly an idea appearing in your head. You loved to tease him after all.

“Well, conventionally… he has the face.”

Hyunjae’s expression only fell even more at that, a frown appearing on his lips.

“But, I think you’re a hundred times more,” You whispered, pinching his cheek.

“More?”

“Handsome.” And then you shuffled forward. Without a warning, you cupped his face in your hands. Instinctively, he shut his eyes. With an amused huff, you leaned in to press a kiss on each of his eyelids. They fluttered open in surprise. “Your eyes are pretty. Like a deer’s.”

He smiles softly at that. But instead of stopping, you only leaned in again. This time, you kissed his cheeks. “And you’re cute when you’re blushing.” And right on cue, his cheeks flushed a slight pink. Moving onto the tip of his nose, you lingered there for a moment. He let out a confused noise. Slowly, very slowly, you moved down to his lips. 

Pressing your lips against his, your hand came to stroke his hair softly. 

“All of your features are perfect. So handsome,” You whispered. 

He was silent, staring at you with wide eyes. And then he whined, lunging forward to pull you into a hug. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You laughed.

“Whatever you did.”

“Are you shy?”

He froze. And then nodded.

“If I told the rest of the office about this…”

“Don’t,” He blurted out, pulling away. That was when you registered that he was full-on blushing. Cheeks red, pupils dilated… You smiled, satisfied at the sight. "I'm going to get fired."

"What, for being shy? Not really a work matter is it?"

"For being in love with you."

Your heart skipped a beat. And then you laughed. "Ah... let them find out. You know, Sunwoo's been onto us for a while right?"

"He is?"

"Yeah," You snorted. "Because of that one day you pulled me into a closet to make out with me. You crumpled my collar. And you messed up my hair. And my neck was–"

"Okay, okay," He fumbled for words. "Fine, I'll be more professional." You eyed him with doubt.

Suddenly, he stood up and pulled out a hoodie. And then he made you wear it, much to your demise.

“So that everyone knows that you’re mine,” He stated.

You snorted, pulling him into bed and under the covers. “But there’s no one else here.”

“I don’t care,” He mumbled sleepily. His arms wrapped around you warmly and protectively. You felt your heart thump and thump as you gazed at his loving expression, his eyes soft and warm. And for a certain reason that had to do specifically with jealousy, he held you extra tight that evening.

“I would never want to lose you,” He had said before kissing you softly, again and again.

You smiled against his lips. Unable to verbally respond, you kissed back as if to tell him, "Me too."

–

The next day, you exited your office. And again, you almost rammed straight into Hyunjae. 

He looked down at you smugly. You rolled your eyes, knowing very well that he was much different at home.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, cornering you back into your office. His hands came to the wall, caging you against the hard surface.

You looked at him unimpressed. “A meeting. Didn't you say you were going to be more professional?”

“But I miss you,” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. 

“I know you do. Is that why you were mumbling my name in your sleep last night?”

He froze, his eyes widening. “Did I?”

You nodded with a laugh.

“F-forget that,” He stuttered. “I miss you now.”

“Aw." You pouted mockingly. "But I have a meeting now.”

“Is it with that intern?”

You winced slightly and replied with a small "yes."

“Then don’t go,” He grumbled. And before you could protest, he was already pressing you up against the wall to kiss you harshly.

–

"I'm going to start with the presentation." Kevin walked in, esteemed and confident.

The intern furrowed his eyebrows with confusion. "Where's Y/n?"

Kevin turned on his computer casually. Though if someone were to look closely, they could see the knowing smile on his lips and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"Busy."

[candyheartedchy]

Hi so you like sans, and I'm a massive Undertale fan ;) (it's been my special interest for years and my main self ship is in it as well!)

So I'm gonna write u some romantic headcanons

First off I don't think Sans is a big romantic type, he has low motivation for his relationships in game but he still does try to be a good brother, friend, etc, so I feel as though if he had a crush on someone he'd definitely want to try his best.

And by his best, I mean he'd show up with nothing but his usual outfit and like. A bow tie attached to the (zipped up for show,) part of his hoodie, or his neck.

I also think he'd be willing to try to woo you with corny puns, I think he'd think that making his partner laugh is the best part of his day, or to see them doing.

When he is attached to someone, he flaunts them like crazy.

Example - he constantly talks about how cool his brother is, and talks about how much he is proud and looks up to him. I feel like he'd do that a lot with a partner. Any chance he gets, he'd talk about how amazing you are, and how much he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

I think he'd enjoy the simple things in a romantic relationship more so than the showy stuff. He'd like to go for walks, play board games, relax and watch the stars in waterfall, or offer you to grillbys.

His partner would also be a very big victim to his pranks I'm afraid 😖 even more so than his brother or any friend, he'd want to prank or play with you constantly. Any chance he gets he'd play a little, harmless joke on you.

He'd love seeing you get a little frustrated, he'd find it funny, or cute. But, if you were too frustrated or stressed, he'd definitely tone it down.

I feel like hes the absolute best person to be around when sick. He'd set up the most cozy, relaxing blanket session on the couch and warm up a bowl of soup, and just sit with you on the couch and tell you silly stories about his brother, or talk about something that makes you happy to make you feel better when you're Ill.

I also think he'd love doing cute small things with you, like building snowmen (even though he wouldn't really make one, he'd mostly be admiring yours while drawing on a small pile of snow with a red marker.)

He canonically has an interest in the stars, astronomy, constellation, all that. He'd talk to you about it for hours if you got him too, but I feel like he'd be a little hesitant at first, since he's very often the type of guy to hesitate to talk about himself. Even papyrus complains about him not telling people stuff, so you'd be special if he talked to you about stuff he enjoyed.

He'd be the type of partner to remember the little details... Like your favorite snack in the underground, or your favorite color - and he'd get you small things. Not hard or large effort things, I highly doubt he'd go all out, but he'd still put a lot of effort in, in his own way. He memorized your favorite songs, or little cartoon characters, and gets you merch of it, or comes home with your favorite snack while you're napping or doing something with his little brother :)))

Hope these make u happy I may say more if I think of sum more thoughtssss tehehehehe

ANON I WAS KICKING MY FEET THE WHOLE TIME READING THESE!! THESE HEADCANONS ARE PERFECT!! 💕💕💕

I also see him as being the type who’s very chill in a relationship and even though he probably wouldn’t be the flashy romantic type, he would still have his own subtle ways of showing his partner that he cares 🥺

And thank you so much for sharing these!!! ❤️

[f9clementine]

Can u do the sixth one in the scenarios from the list u posted plss

Hi Anon! Thank you for the request, I'm sorry it took me forever to fill it! I hope this is what you were asking for! If not, please let me know!

>>>> “i think we’re always going to end up finding our way back to each other.” “that’s what i’m afraid of.”

You watched him as he hesitantly approached you, slowly as if you'd bolt if he made a sudden move.

You take a small sip of your drink, silently acknowledging to yourself that is precisely what would happen.

“Y/n,” Hyunjin says quietly, settling into the space at the bar next to you. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

You make a small noise in the back of your throat, trying to ignore how his eyes are burning into you, “I mean, you did invite me.” You don’t add on how many times you read the invitation itself, constantly changing your mind about going or how you spent the afternoon leading up to the party continually changing your outfit.

“I’m glad you came,” Hyunjin softly smiled and you watched as his fingers tightened around his drink. Your own twitched, remembering how once upon a time those same fingers would intertwine and lift yours, always followed by a fond kiss on your knuckles.

With a frown, you banished those thoughts. You don’t get to think about that anymore. You’re the one that broke his heart and ran.

You were a runner and you were always going to be a runner. You were always going to run away when things got scary, got real, when people got dangerously close to being someone you could no longer live without.

Not even the perfect Hwang Hyunjin could fix that.

“Congratulations,” is what you said instead, nodding to the artwork adorning the walls. “You deserve this. I know how hard you’ve worked to get here,” you add silently before quickly throwing more of your drink down your throat lest you say something you shouldn’t.

Like ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I miss you’.

Things he doesn’t need to hear.

“I miss you.”

You shoot your eyes to meet him, the blood in your veins suddenly frozen as you register his words. He was so much closer to you now, staring at you so intently you knew he could read you like his favorite poem. Even after all this time apart, you couldn’t hide anything from him and that was terrifying.

“You shouldn’t,” you put your drink down, standing up straight as you eyed the exits. You silently resolved to stay away this time but Hyunjin seemed to understand, grabbing your wrist before you could do what you do best: run away.

“Y/n…” He hesitated, looking around at the people milling about and having conversations that had turned into a constant background droning. “Come with me,” he didn’t give you a chance to decline, instead tugging you along behind him as he weaved through the crowded room, occasionally brandishing a polite smile and nod whenever someone stopped to compliment him but he never faltered. 

He led you to a door, ushering you through it before following himself. You stepped out into what you realized was the alley behind the building, the night air cool and refreshing. 

“Y/n, please,” you realized Hyunjin still held your wrist, catching your attention as his hand slid down, pressing his palm against yours before slotting his fingers between yours. You realized he was trembling and without thinking you let your own hand relax, gently grasping his own back. “Please stay.”

“Hyunjin…” You whispered, watching his eyes suddenly light up as you said his name for the first time that night. Your heart ached, knowing you were the one hurting him. “Why? Why do you keep fighting for this? For me?” 

“Because I love you.” Hyunjin said simply and you watched as his lips formed a small smile, as if loving you was something that brought him happiness. “And I know you love me, even though it scares you.”

“You don’t deserve that kind of love, though.” You don’t know who you’re trying to convince more, but you can’t pull yourself away from him or from the hypnotizing way he runs his thumb over your hand.

“I’ll be the judge of what I deserve, Y/n,” his hand gently cradled your cheek, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.  “I think we’re always going to end up finding our way back to each other.” Hyunjin breathed.

“That's what I’m afraid of,” you interrupted.

“Because you think you’ll just hurt me more?” Hyunjin gently smiled again, his thumb brushing away a tear you didn’t realize had dropped. “You could never because I know I could follow you anywhere.”

“I’m a runner,” you tried one last time to argue. "I'll just run again."

“Yeah? Guess that means I’ll just have to keep up.”

[meowkn]

haiii ummmm can u do the thing u did with bimbo reader x nanami but jean erm thanks yay :D

Jean x Bimbo!Reader

HELLOOO, I had so much fun with this. I absolutely love you for asking this anon. Like I am such a Jean girl, you don’t even understand. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING.

Jean was such a womanizer before he met you, which is no surprise. Jean will admire a gorgeous woman when he sees one, but the moment you walked into that bar he knew he would never set eyes on another girl again. The moment you walked over to the bar and ordered your little cocktail he was moving towards you.

- Jean is absolutely and utterly obsessed and I mean OBSESSED with you. He will flaunt you and show you off any chance he gets.

- He needs to take care of you, he just feels the need deep down in his bones and he’ll get upset whenever you deny his help. “Hey, pretty girl, let me help you with this.” “Oh, no, I’m fine.” He’ll be pouting for the rest of the day.

- You broke a heel ONCE and now he carries a pair of flats with him just in case your feet hurt or if you break another heel.

- Jean adores it when you dress up for him and he loves it even more when you let him pick out your outfits.

- Connie and Sasha teased the hell out of him when they found out you two were dating, but, he took it with pride, he’s never once felt embarrassed about dating you.

- If someone is flirting with you in public he will not hesitate to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder.

- He is so passionate with you, just so soft and sensual.

-

- If you’re blabbering about some random topic he’ll just start kissing your hand and muttering small little “Mhms.”

- BODY WORSHIP. He just loves your body so much, especially when you wear those short dresses and small tops. He will make sure that you know every part of you is perfect and loved.

- Never treats you like your dumb and is unbelievably patient with you. He finds your airheadedness cute in a way.

- All for PDA, will kiss you or touch you anywhere, again, he loves to flaunt you in front of people.

- Before you got married you had matching bracelets which he now keeps tied to his keychain and smiles every time he sees it.

- You got lost one alone time on vacation and now you have to hold his hand whenever you go outside together, even if you’re just walking to the car.

- Will drop anything and everything to help you out, if you need help moving something or finding something, no matter if he’s working, hanging out with friends, he will come running to your side.

- Memorized every single makeup product you use, so whenever he goes out shopping he buys them when he sees it, even if you don’t need anymore.

- Loves to wash your face when you’re drunk.

- After he took you home from the bar, some of his friends asked if he “hit” and how good it was. “She fell asleep in my arms knowing she doesn’t have to deal with assholes like you.”

- You are so spoiled by this man it’s insane. He will buy you so many things unprovoked and when you protest, he’ll put a finger to you mouth and say “Hush.” and proceed to give you a haul of everything he bought you.

- Absolutely decked out his truck just for you, everything you could ever need is in there, pads, makeup wipes, water, snacks, EVERYTHING. You tried to sit in the backseat once and he snapped at you. “Get your ass up here, before I haul you up here myself.”

- Never let’s anybody but you ride in the front with him. You are his passenger princess.

- Definitely has a bunch of lewd pictures of you in his phone, and he’s definitely printed a few out.

- Will purposely attack you with kisses after you just finished your makeup. He loves the look of your lipstick smudged against his lips.

- Purposely forgets his lunch at home just so you’ll bring it to him and he’ll have the chance to see you.

[doyozen]

hiya! can I req fashion designing student!reader w idol!haech? like the reader is designing a shirt or wtv as a present for his birthday. just wholesome fluff <3 love ya.

HI ANON THANK U FOR UR REQUEST<33 sorry this took so long, i wanted to make sure it was as well thought out as possible. i hope u enjoy mwah ily

idol!haechan x gn!reader

warnings cursing & just fluff

“so, whatcha getting me for my birthday?” haechan teases, plopping down next to you after you sat down yourself, taking a short break from fitting the dreamies to a bunch of stage outfits.

you still had no clue how you got as lucky as to end up being a stylist for the famous kpop company, sm, just a few years into fashion school where you’d dedicated your life to designing.

it became your passion the second you were old enough to put your own outfits together, and you made it a goal of yours to eventually have your own clothing line. you were far from that, however, but your job now was a huge step.

you shrugged, pretending as if you had no clue what you were going to get haechan for his birthday when in fact you knew exactly what. “nothing, maybe.”

he gasped playfully. “nothing?! i got you a cute bracelet for yours!”

you smiled at the memory, how the boy actually went iut of his way to buy you an expensive piece of jewelry for your birthday a couple months ago. sure, he got all the staff little things for their birthdays but jeno was confident in the fact that haechans to you was completely from his heart.

right, and after spending enough time with nct dream, you kinda sorta found yourself falling for lee haechan.

haechan gasps in disbelief, not taking the disrespect from his groupmate. “i’m sorry, i don’t recall them calling you their favorite member?”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

your laughter dies down and you look at him in confusion. “don’t lie to these people.”

“of all people, y/n, and haechan’s your favorite…” another staff member clicked her tongue, “i’m disappointed.”

you laughed again, even though haechan calling himself your favorite member was pulled straight out of his ass and you never actually said so, his reaction to being ganged up on was still hilarious.

it was finally time to go after a long day, and haechan insisted on walking you through the building even though he had to go in the entire other direction. “are you gonna do anything for your birthday?”

the other shrugged, “i don’t know, i’m hoping the 127 hyungs have something planned for me. otherwise, i’ll be making my way over to your place.”

your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion but you truly couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, and you couldn’t tell if he was flirting or if it was just haechan being haechan.

“you’re welcome anytime,” you played along.

“in all seriousness,” he started, “if i do end up doing anything, like a get together or something, i want you there.”

you fought a smile the best you could, and you knew the harder you fell the deeper shit you were in. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the building, where you had to go out alone and you turned to each other.

“are you sure…? like, i’m really just your stylist, you don’t have to—”

“nuh uh, i’m inviting you because i want to. don’t be weird.” he quickly shut you up, not allowing you to make it seem like you hadn’t grown really close in the time you’ve been working there.

because you had no idea why you were still struggling with the fact that before he was an idol, he was a human being and was fully capable of having friends outside his group.

you nodded, feeling slightly stupid. “alright, i’ll be there. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

haechan didn’t get a chance to say it back when you hurried out the doors in hopes of him not noticing your flushed cheeks.

you were worried you were becoming too obvious, as the feelings just got even stronger after you acknowledged them yourself and the gift you had planned for him wasn’t exactly helping your case. you’d begun designing him a shirt, and although it was your passion, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a little too intimate.

your roommate, your best friend, the only person who knew about your feelings for haechan reassured you it was more than perfect.

“you know what i found out about sm today?” she asked, hardly giving you time to fully shut the door.

you hummed and dropped your bag, slipping your shoes off and hung your jacket. “they allow their idols to date with the exception that it has to be kept a secret, so… you know what i’m thinking.”

you didn’t even have to look her way to know that there was a smirk plastered along her lips. “no way?! that’s so great for them!” you beamed sarcastically.

her face dropped as she glared and you made your way to your room to finish up haechans gift. “do you realize you could literally be dating an idol? the worst that could happen is he says ‘sorry, i don’t feel the same way,’ and you forget about it and move on.”

you look at her in disbelief as she speaks about you getting rejected as if its no big deal. “you’re unbelievable.”

“i have literally never seen you so strung up on someone this much before,” she argues, “if you don’t confess soon, i’m gonna be more heartbroken than you.”

her voice gets quieter with each step closer away from her. “you’ll survive! i’d rather not risk our friendship!” you shout back.

“you’re designing clothes for him! you won’t even do that for me!”

it’s true. you were using up your remaining fabric for him to make him a shirt. he’d jokingly said previously how much he’d love it if you designed something strictly for him, something only he would have and after giving it some thought, you decided that it actually wasn’t a bad idea.

your hands worked the embroidery machine all the way until the very last stitch and you pulled back, examining your work and nodded in satisfaction. you pulled out your phone from your pocket after you felt it vibrate a few times.

haechan: the members are pretending to not remember my bday send help

such an old stupid prank

but what if they really dont have anything planned for me💔💔

you: youll live

haechan: I WONT LIVEEE Y/N IM GONNA DIE

lee donghyuck 2000-2022 cause of death: lack of attention from y/n

my bday is literally tmr dont do this to me😡

you: wait ur bdays tmr??

haechan: STOPPPP

Omg

do i have to get you fired

you: SHUT IP WHAT THE DHELL

haechan: HAAHAHAHAH

im so funny

thats what u get

you: im keeping your gift

haechan: NO

you wouldn’t dare

you: wanna bet

haechan: no i do not wanna bet

i want my gift fucker

<3 give it to me now

you: tomorrow

haechan: fine

call me

back at the dorms

johnny wants to say hi

the casualty of him telling you to call him was simply because it became a routine between the two of you. you facetimed often and sometimes fell asleep on the phone together… you were in way too deep.

the phone hardly finished ringing on the other end and soon a barefaced haechan was displayed on your screen, while you set the phone up for him to see your face but his birthday gift was out of his view.

“hi,” he grinned.

you laughed at his goofy little smile. “hello. where’s johnny?”

“that was a lie to get you to pick up.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, fighting a snort. “haechan, do you realize that you do not need to bribe me with johnny for me to pick up?”

“i don’t know, i felt the energy shift between us after you mentioned that he’s your bias.” he teases.

he sets down his phone on the desk and sits at his gaming chair, where you get a full view of his upper body and you just gulp, admiring how attractive he looked in casual clothes and messy hair.

“y/n?”

“hm?” you snap back to reality. “oh, yeah no, that was a joke.”

“was it? i saw you drooling over him last week.”

you get ready to snap back at him until you realize that the two boys share a room. “…tell me he’s not there with you right now.”

he laughs, “he’s not, look,” and pans the camera around his room to reveal he’s completely alone.

“good,” you nod, taking the risky decisions to play along to his little tactics, “because he is so hot, seriously. duh i was drooling over him, he was shirtless on that stage.”

the boys face drops and his brows scrunch together, and you do everything in your power not to let a grin form. he stares at you until you have to break the silence. "why're you looking at me like that?"

"i... can't believe you just said that about johnny."

"i mean, am i wrong? is he not so, extremely, hot—"

the boy interrupts you by shushing you, and you fail to hold in your laughter. you explode in fits of giggles while haechan still tries to process what he was hearing.

"it's not funny," he pouts, "i thought you were joking..."

"what's wrong? you don't want me to think that johnny's attractive?" you tease, expecting haechan to play along.

"no."

the straight forward answer takes you by surprise and you have to stop what you're doing. his playful facial expression had disappeared and he had his arms crossed, leaned back in his chair and raised eyebrows as if he was testing you.

you were practically sweating under his gaze, even though it was through a phone screen, and you opened your mouth to speak. your door being swung open made you unable to get anything out.

"do you want—oh, hi haechan! do you want pizza for dinner, y/n?"

"can i have some?" the other asks.

"yeah, pizzas fine," you respond quickly, praying your roommate hadn't heard anything from your conversation. she'd never live it down if she heard what haechan just said to you.

she nods and leaves the room, the tension growing thick once the door was closed, and you had no idea what to say. "did you see the dream show performance?" he asked suddenly, as if the previous conversation didn't just happen.

"uh, yeah," you nod and go back to embroidering his shirt.

"i really wanna do a more mature concept with the dreamies," he added, "like how we did at the show, but with an actual comeback."

"you guys would kill that," you assured.

the other hummed and grabbed his headset, putting it over his ears and the light of his monitor flashed on his face, you figured he was getting ready to play a game. "oh, want me to hang up, so you can play?"

he looks at you as if you just told him the world was ending. "of course not... weirdo."

you went the rest the call mostly in silence, but haechan insisted on staying on the phone with you, so you just enjoyed each others presence. that is if you don’t count the loud thoughts clouding your mind, wondering if his gestures were truly platonic.

the next day you were awaken with another call from haechan, watching him excitedly get ready and beam about it being his birthday.

“happy birthday, old man,” you managed to groan out, as you’d still were trying to fully wake up.

“wow, how kind of you,” he sarcastically remarks, “but thank you anyways. i’m gonna talk to my manager about letting you and some other staff come to the dorms to celebrate with me and the guys.”

you nod and the thought of being at his dorm made you anxious. in the time you’d known him, your relationship was strictly professional (with the exception of facetime calls) and you’d never even been close to his dorm room, and he’s only seen your apartment from his phone screen. you were a little doubtful that he would be able to pull it off, but still tried to stay optimistic about it.

the call was cut off as you got into your car to drive to the company, where you instantly saw a poster for haechans birthday plastered on the doors, as they did for all their idols birthday. you stopped to take a picture just incase he missed it.

“good morning,” you greeted as you stepped into the dressing room, where some dreamies sat, getting fitted by some other stylists. you scanned the room for a sight of haechan but he was nowhere to be found.

“good morning!” jisung greeted, turning his phone in your direction, “i wanna post this on bubble for hyungs birthday, is it good? will he kill me for it being too ugly?”

the picture in question was far from ugly, or maybe you could never even find haechan ugly even if you wanted to. “it’s ugly, you should post it.”

jisung looked at you from his chair and grinned, nodding with satisfaction. “i knew i could count on you.”

“speaking of the devil,” another member joined, and everyone turned their heads in the direction of the doorway, where the birthday boy had just entered.

despite the constant teasing thrown his way, the entire room made it a goal to be as loud as possible, shouting 'happy birthday's his way and you could see a clear attempt to hide his genuine excitement with a cocky smirk.

"oh my gosh, my fans are so kind, thank you," he boasts, faking a sob and wiped a tear that wasn't there. he briefly greeted and thanked everyone until his eyes landed on yours, and it felt like he'd been waiting all day to lock eyes with you.

you grinned, "happy birthday."

"where's my gift?" he ignores, and you fully expected that from him.

you gather—not his gift—but your tools to fit the members to certain pieces. "you can get it later."

he scrunches his nose, a gesture you found insanely cute, but doesn't protest, and moments later his eyes widen in realization. "oh! also, i did talk to my manager about the thing i mentioned last night, and it's a yes."

"you serious?" you asked in disbelief.

he hummed confidently. so you stand corrected. "it'll be you, some other noonas, the dream members, and only some 127 hyungs because apparently some have work, or whatever. not sure what could possibly be more important than haechan day."

you snort, "yeah, for sure."

for the rest of your work day, you could visibly see the excitement on haechans face as he awaited to get finished with schedules and get to his little get together.

the second it's over you force yourself to miss haechans goodbye and run back to your apartment, grabbing his gift and back to the company where their manager would escort you and a few other staff members back to the dorm.

your heart was beating faster than usual as you awaited for the door to open, and seconds later, mark was swinging the door open.

there was little decoration, besides one little sign that said 'happy birthday' and music playing loud enough to where only anyone inside would hear. it was calm, just what haechan wanted.

the birthday boy was occupied with conversation and there was a table with a few presents on it, and you debated on if you wanted to give yours to him personally or not.

there wasn’t much time to think about it because jeno had approached you. “is that his gift?”

you hummed. “what is it?”

the boy notices your hesitant expression. “i won’t tell him, just tell me. or… if you want me to tell him, i gladly will—”

“no, do not tell him,” you quickly interrupt, “it’s a shirt that i designed for him. i just don’t know if i want to put it on the table with everyone else’s, or give it to him myself.”

“give it to him yourself,” jeno decides almost immediately, and you could tell he was desperately trying to play cupid, but his quick response seemed a little too… genuine. “i know haechan, i know he’d want you to. yours is really like, personal, right?”

you nod, knowing you couldn’t deny the truth that was standing right in front of you. “then do that, and maybe confess while you’re at it.” he suggests, whispering the last part of his sentence.

you roll your eyes playfully, as much as you trusted jeno, you seriously couldn’t allow yourself to put yours and haechans relationship at risk. you were too scared it’d become awkward after you got rejected.

jeno gives you a look that says “don’t disappoint me” before walking away, and you silently and mentally apologize to him because you were definitely going to disappoint him.

you stand there alone for a second until haechan finally finds you in the small crowd, his face lighting up at the sight of you and you watch as he comes your way. “you came!”

your body freezes when he throws his arms around you, you don’t think he’d ever hugged you so eagerly, or even, ever. it takes you a moment to process what was happening but you soon wrap your own arms around his torso.

“what’s this?” he asks once he pulls away.

“your gift, duh.”

he gasps as if he didn’t already know you’d be bringing his gift. “can i open it now?”

“if you want—” you don’t have time to finish your sentence when haechan grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you away from the party, where neither of you could be seen.

“okay, it’s not like there’s a gift table or anything,” you mumble.

“so?” he questions, hands too focused on ripping his gift open.

you shrug even though he wasn’t looking and don’t say anything else, watching him drop the box that contained the main gift on the floor and unfold the shirt you spent weeks on. your eyes instantly move to his face, carefully awaiting his reaction.

to say he didn’t disappoint was an understatement. his mouth dropped open and he looked completely speechless, you honestly thought he may have been a bit too dramatic but you appreciated the efforts.

“y/n…” he sighs, “i cannot believe you actually did this.”

“i mean, it was your idea.”

“i was totally joking but holy shit, i’ve never been so grateful that someone took my words to heart.”

you laugh and watch as haechan grazed his fingers over his initials that you stitched in, along with his birth year with a marble-like design into it. you were quite impressed with yourself.

he seemed to be, too. “how the hell did you make fabric look like marble… y/n…”

his tone made it sound like he was scolding you and you couldn’t help another chuckle fall past your lips. he finally looks from his shirt and to you. “thank you. like seriously thank you, this is incredible.”

your heart flutters at the way his usual sarcastic self had disappeared, and he looked entirely genuine and thankful. with his eyes staring so deeply into yours, all you can do is nod and pray he didn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

“can i tell you something?” he asked suddenly.

you nod, and he continues. “when i got you that bracelet, i told the jewelry store that it was for my significant other.”

it takes a moment for you to process and you can only furrow your eyebrows. “it’s weird, i know, i just wanted to pretend that you were mine? i guess? i have no idea, i don’t know why i told you that, i’m sorry—”

“haechan… what exactly are you trying to say right now?” you asked, hoping the assumptions you were creating in your head were right.

he looks at you and you can see his adams apple bop as he gulps nervously. “i don’t really know how else to say this but, i like you. i really like you. i truly don’t know what’s making me say this right now, i guess i have hope that you feel the same way, considering this very thought out gift. i mean you got jisung a gift card for his birthday…”

you laugh at both the memory and the way he was able to connect the dots with such ease. you nod with a breath of relief. “i do feel the same way, fuck, i can’t believe you like me.”

he looks at you in utter disbelief, “why’d you say it like that? you’re literally out of my league, y/n.”

then it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. “…you did not just say that.”

“you really have no idea how great you are,” he sighs, “i’m in my corny era, but, i’m so happy you feel the same.”

you pretend to cringe. “so cheesy. but same.”

“do we kiss now?”

your eyes widen and nearly pop out of your head, but haechan laughs and you realize it was one of his tactics to get a reaction out of you. however, the sound of kissing him sounded more than delightful.

you hit his arm and he throws his hands up in defense. “i’m sorry. what i meant to say was, can i kiss you?”

all and any annoyance leaves your body and you’re left with yet another pounding heart due to his gestures. you’ll never understand how easily effected you are just by his existence.

“yeah, you can kiss me,” you nod, and despite the nerves bubbling in each of your stomachs, he places a gentle hand on your cheek and leans in.

his lips find yours and your eyes flutter shut to enjoy the moment, the moment that you were positive would never happen, but there you were, locking lips with none other than lee haechan.

the kiss is short and sweet but still satisfactory, and the two of you are pulling away before you got carried away. at that point you’d been away from the party for quite some time.

“what does this make us?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.

“nothing, not until i take you on a couple dates first,” he reassures, “i wanna do it the traditional way.”

you laugh, “wow, i didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic.”

“oh, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. i’m about to become ten times more annoying.” he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in as close as possible, and you swear you’re dreaming.

“two can play that game.”

“i’m crazy about you.” he swoons.

you squint your eyes together, “back to the party, old man.”

[basketprutas]

Skitters in here because I love your writing aah! Can I request something fluffy with Diluc and/or Zhongli? ;u; What I'm asking is what if Diluc / Zhongli was helping his quiet s/o tie their corset for an occasion later on yes okay bye ////

When it’s time for a party...

Notes: Second request, thank you so much anon! It's been really fulfilling to know people like my works so much they want to request stuff from me ♡ I don't write fluff very often but I hope I got your request right. ps, read until the end for a surprise!

Want to request something too? Here's my inbox!

Diluc would see you struggle getting in your corset, though he didn’t want to pry. When he heard your grunt of frustration, he knocked on your slightly open door and asked, “Need some help, my dear?” 

He would carefully help you out with your corset, slowly adjusting the ribbon and making sure the corset hugged your figure well. He would tie it in a small ribbon, the ends being long. 

When he finishes, he’d take a good look at you in the mirror and grab the nearest hair comb he sees. He would brush your hair, slowly, calmly, and you felt relaxed and relieved as he did so. “Lovely. Are you ready for tonight, now?” You nod, standing up to hug and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, Diluc.” As you hug each other, he sighs in content. 

Zhongli would assist you in dressing up before he dresses up himself. You didn't ask him to help, he just naturally did. He would help you pick out the dress and corset you wanted to wear, and he’d be truthful to what he thinks looks bad on you, and what looks good on you. When it was time to wear the final outfit, he would help you out in wearing the corset, asking “is it comfortable? Too tight? Too loose?” and once he was done, the corset ribbon was carefully tied with the perfect ratio of the bow and the ends. 

He left you after that to prepare himself, and you took that time to fix up your makeup. When he’s done wearing his suit, you walk up to him, fixing his bow tie. “You look splendid. Thank you for helping me out a while ago, Zhongli.” 

He would give you a small kiss on the cheek as a reply and he’d hold your hand as you exited the place to go to the party. 

addtl. Since anons request short-circuited my brain when I got the notification, here’s an added bonus! I hope you like this kind of content, and maaaayyybee ill write more things like this.

warning now: suggestive content. look away if you don’t wanna see this!

When it’s time for the party… Both of them edition ୨୧

Diluc would help you with your corset as Zhongli slowly put on your stockings for you. Both of them were delicate, giving small kisses around your shoulders and thighs as they both of them did so. 

Zhongli would be kneeling in front of you as he fluffed up your skirt before you stood up, and he’d hand you your shoes like you were Cinderella, slowly helping you wear each heel. 

Diluc would be behind you, putting his hands on your waist tightly as he fixed the corset to fit your frame. He would style your hair into a stylish bun, with a matching ribbon to match your outfit. 

“Perfect.” The both of them said at the same time as they walked beside you to the party. Both men never removed their hands from your waist for the duration of the party.

Notes: I know anon asked for a soft fluffy prompt but I couldn't help but write a small suggestive section LOL I specifically wrote a ribbon part because I feel like the both of them would take note of those little details. Hope you guys liked this one (I wrote this while I was in a car LMFAOOO)

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[forbidding-souda]

Hii!! May I please have some headcannons with Gundham, Kazuichi, and whoever with a gyrau s/o!!! Please and thank u!!

Gundham Tanaka and Kazuichi Souda with a SHSL Gyaru S/O

here's another gyaru s/o fic i did with mondo, shinguuji, and kaito! it was rather recent too since when was i posting in 2022 what the fuck. i didn't add any characters because i realized i had three that i have already done so there's more mwahahahahaha

i love gyaru's rawr rawr i'm so excited to write this ty anon

-Mod Souda

Gundham Tanaka

❤ It's clear you two are a couple. You both have a very eccentric way of speaking which makes you guys such a good couple wow, nobody is surprised when you tell them you're together. They can probably guess that. With you two having voluminous hair and heavy eyeliner, it's as if your aesthetics were compatible. Though being in two different subcultures, the overlapping stylistic details adds a charm to the times you've walked together hand in hand. Your both overdramatic way of talking makes people group you together.

He departs from the barn, quickly making his way back to the main building, where you wait on your phone. He doesn't have to look for you. Your appearance is eye-catching. Your loose shirt, a more casual one, is heavily wrinkled from how quickly you put it on this morning. You're not even wearing any of your iconic belts. You wanted to join him despite how early it was. Your eyes flick up to his once you hear him approaching. "Are you done?" You ask. You turn your head towards him, makeup still perfectly done (you focused more on that then your outfit, which you did last). Before he can respond, you squint at his name tag. "That's cute." He grumbles and unpins it. His mind was too busy for a proper conversation. He was logging all of the animal's names in his head and the medications and treatment they needed it. While you two walk, he places his hand on the small of your back, a simple form of affection to tell you he was still paying attention. But when you yawn, it breaks his thought process. "You're tired?" You nod. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yawn like that." "Nonsense. Perhaps we can arrange an hour of slumber." You nod. "Can it be more than an hour?" He hums, thinking for a second. "As many as you need, my dear enchantress."

❤ Oh my god if you wear more dark colors or purples (else a goshikku gyaru) you could absolutely be the same color palette as him. Purple and black pleaded skirt with eyeliner in your waterline omggg. Or a zip-up with skeletons on it.

❤ He absolutely loves your style, he adores anything vaguely alternative and subnormal. Ur definitely getting some more romantic nicknames like "my muse" or "my agony".

❤ Ya ya ya it's unhygienic but you can share makeup if you can't find something (aka you probably left your eyeliner in your purse but completely forgot).

❤ You will scream and cry when you tease your hair and then you go to visit animals with him and a giraffe just starts licking it.

❤ But the hamsters love your hair / wigs.

❤ You can probably convince him to wear more eccentric earrings.

❤ And necklaces. Omg matching necklaces. From the one dogtag he wears, you can convince him to wear a chain or a bunch of layers of silver.

❤ I doubt he has social media so he doesn't see your persistent presence, but he will take pictures of you with the animals for some posts.

❤ When you start using a bit of his lingo online no one questions it.

❤ Also in the scenario thing above I fought the urge to say you were playing dress to impress.

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Kazuichi Souda

❤ He was so nervous around you. He wasn't as bold as he was with Sonia. He'd give you compliments and then promptly walk away after you say thank you. It takes you and your boldness to finally get him to have a lingering conversation ("No, no, you get back here"). He's such a charmer, you loved the conversations, and whenever you gave him compliments back he was fighting the urge to completely melt.

❤ You post a lot of photos of you two together. You just love his pink hair and it tends to fit your layout perfectly. Some of them aren't just cutesy selfies, it's things like him with his jumpsuit tied around his waist as he's too focused on his work to realize you have your phone pointed at him. He's started to do the same to you. Taking pictures as you're posing yourself for your own camera. You love the candid photos he takes of you so much you end up posting them instead. He loves your online presence. He's gonna pick up the slang you use and it's gonna be funny LMFAO.

Upon entering the house, he spots you sitting on the couch with a sugary snack in your hand. You immediately smile. "Sorry," you say, "I couldn't help myself." He was planning on a real meal for tonight, but of course, you've indulged in the popular snacks you love so much. At least your well, that smile on your face says as much. He kicks off his shoes, leaving them scattered by the door. You study him for a moment, wondering if his sour mood is because of you or whatever job he had outside. "Are you good?" You ask mid chew. He eyebrows furrow a bit and he nervously scratches at his jaw. "I lost the necklace you gave me." "What?" "I took it off and I don't know where it went, I'm an idiot." You place your snack aside and stand, approaching him. "Dude," you place your hands on his cheek. "It's not that serious. I have a thousand of them. I'll get you another one." "But you gave me that one." "And I'll give you another 'that one'. You worry too much." He sighs, placing his forehead against yours, the small thunk drawing you back, but you don't pull away. He's constantly fearing offending you or disappointing you. But you always assure him that things are alright. The simple things he stresses over are never things that will push you away, and he needs to understand that.

❤ He loves it when you scratch his back with the long, decorative nails. Or when you massage his scalp when he's trying to sleep. His small, half-awake hums are soooo cute.

❤ He'll want you to do his hair. He trusts your stylistic abilities with his life. You're not going to be able to do the dramatic makeup on him, nice try. But hair yesss. He'll want to add small braids to your style as well.

❤ His work is a little too messy for you and if he gets motor oil on you you're gonna fight the urge to throw a fit. On your yellow shirt? Kaz. You piece of shit.

❤ ^ Frantic cleaning-related google searches.

❤ ^ On the rack beside the front door, you keep your shoes far away from his.

❤ He gets you a lot of those glitter, bajeweled (or whoever it's spelled) reusable cups. He uses them a lot for himself though. He wanted an excuse to have them, and you definitely figured this out LOL.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Short replies! As many as I can write in 30 minutes! Let’s goooooooooo

Anonymous asked:

Deuce should have put a ring on his mom if he didn't want anyone to flirt with her. she's free for picking

Yeah, by the time Deuce figures it out there’s going to be a line of people who want to put a ring on his mom, and I stand in this line too.

Anonymous asked:

Which anime characters do you love drawing the most?

This is such a difficult question to answer, I can’t pick 😭 Pretty much every title that we watch or read or play has a bunch of characters that I adore drawing, but I guess I gravitate towards characters with long hair and unusual hairstyles or outfits?? I also feel the urge to try to draw a character when they are out of my comfort zone, which doesn’t mean that I always do it or good at it, but I always have fun drawing stuff in a different art style (like the guys from Scott Pilgrim),with complicated outfits (like Barok van Zieks) or with mechanic parts (like Ortho!)… but the last one is pretty recent, I just noticed that I kind of enjoy drawing it. I guess I love a challenge? In a way? It’s just more fun that way.

By my comfort type of character and a default option would be a gloomy boy/girl in a hoody, my heart is always smiling whenever I draw this type.

Examples of some of my faves throughout the years (without twst): Levi (SnK), Ainosuke (sk8), Killua (HxH), Shiroba (DMMD), Apollo Justice (AA), Geto (JJK)… this is just a few of them.

I also still think that Prussia from Hetalia is our ultimate boy because I’ve been drawing him for about 15 years now lol

Anonymous asked:

Omg, your boob post,bless u... What would Riddle think of her childhood friend having those honkers though?? (Also, her burying her face in those tits or fondling them with curiosity lol)

Ahh thank you so much, Anon!! <3

I still giggle every time I think about how we ended up with poor Riddle being surrounded by busty girls, I swear it wasn’t intentional. But the more I think about it, the funnier and more Freudian it gets… what an aggressive way to heal mommy issues and an acute deficiency of tight hugs.

To answer your question, I think Riddle was kind of surprised when she saw Trey after being separated because she didn’t think boobs could get that big. Logically yes, it makes sense, but seeing it in person is different. Riddle always does her best to be proper and act like a lady, but I can imagine her eyes sliding down all the time during their first conversation. Trey would absolutely notice…

Riddle is indeed very curious, and it’s pretty obvious, but she would never talk about it or even ask to touch Trey’s boobs, but maybe one day… you know, for science… or Trey is just going to offer it herself lol save that girl, Trey.

Honestly? If Riddle could just bury her face in Trey’s chest for a minute or two, I think a lot of her tantrums would just… not happen. She would be so calm…

Alright, now Trey owes this to humanity.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Why do I deeply headcanon Night Raven Collage have orgies? I kind of blame you

😭Look at us being the worst influence on this fandom LOL

Ironically, I don't think we ever talked about orgies and such?

NRC might have a secret student society for orgies though...

Anonymous asked:

Eric Venue can get it though 🥵

And he did! That’s how we got Vil 🥰

hipsterteller asked:

Have you seen Vil’s father?! And why do I get a feeling you might be putting him and Trein together?

Yes, we have! He looks great, and based on everything we’ve seen and heard so far (as always, we aren’t watching the event just yet), he is everything we wished and expected him to be, so I’m very satisfied hehe.

I don’t know about your feeling though, do you want us to? 👀 Is it because of another certain stylish young man?

We don’t know who we’re going to ship Papa Schoenheit with though, only time will tell…

Anonymous asked:

just wanted to say i absolutely adore your Ortho x Vil stuff!

Thank you so much, Anon!! <3 I am very happy that you love them!

Anonymous asked:

Do ya think Sebek has fantasies ab breeding Malleus

Kind of talked about it here!

But also in general, I feel like Sebek has all kinds of dreams about Malleus, like he wouldn’t dare to actively fantasise about it, but his mind keeps showing him so many naughty scenarios that he finds it very difficult to look at Malleus after that sometimes…

Anonymous asked:

Do you guys ever think about how Floyd would try to breed Riddle?

Because he probably didn't understand how human bodies work at first (was probably taught but got bored listening)

Floyd probably like : Where the baby bump?

Then Riddle would be like : Baby bump? I can't have babies -

*insert small sad Floyd in eel form here*

Awwww, poor eel, he was so sure that he found his mate 😔 Keep trying, buddy, maybe you’ll get him next time. Or the time after that. Basically, just keep mating with him until you change his entire anatomy lol

We haven’t really thought about this specific theme, but we did talk about Floyd being in heat and being all over Riddle, so at least there’s that!

Anonymous asked:

Hello!!  Iirc, you guys don't read the TWST mangas or light novel right?  There's a bit in the new 4-koma manga I'd thought you'd like: Rook, Leona, and Idia have to paint something and then make it move with magic.  Rook paints himself about to shoot an arrow that always aims at Leona.  Then the Rook in the painting comes to life and terrorizes the Savanaclaw students, so Leona smacks Painting!Rook with his canvas where P!Rook decides to stay.  Leona's okay with it cause it means he doesn't have to paint anything.  Idia's just there to judge I guess.

(new head canon, Leona's a pillow princess)

Hi Anon! Yeah, I heard that they’re making a 4-koma manga, and even though we don’t read any additional twst material, I really love that they’re making it! I love 4-komas, they’re silly lol

The one that you described is golden and pretty in-character; god poor Idia who had to witness all that lol I love that just running around and shooting beast boys is pretty much Rook’s entire essence…

It also makes sense that Leona would do something like this omg, paint your own picture you lazy bitch 😭

(also not a headcanon, Anon, this is 100% factual)

Anonymous asked:

I….That anon was….personally offended by a headcanon? I’m so confused…

(related to this reply)

Maybe?? I don’t know, but they weren’t rude about it or anything, so I hope it’s all good.

Anonymous asked:

Jade can gaslight me all he wants…

Don't encourage him, Anon... he is already very ill-behaved.

Anonymous asked:

Jinx from Arcane looks like Idia’s long lost sister.

Don't know much about her other than her design and some bits and pieces of her story, but Idia with two pigtails would look very cute.