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ngl I love miraculous ladybug fics but if they're canon-compliant and recent enough to call the akuma dude anything other than Hawkmoth then there's a 70% chance I'll be very confused 😭

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maids are soooo uppity nowadays 🙄 i ask her for 100 grapes and she starts with this backtalk about "but your highness last time you ate so many grapes at once you got a tummy ache" as if she knows better than me??? when im literally a princess

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this is probably very niche but I love when people write Baby Saja with the same vibe as Volks from blush blush 😭😭

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Hi. 👀 I have a request~ can I please request Saja boys react to being very hygienic. Like she always looks good, smells good, and always looks like she came out of a magazine. She also knows how to cook/bake really good.

pairing: Saja Boys x reader

warning: fluffy shi-

disclaimer: not my gif!

By the way, i would be very happy about some Feedback. I love writing for you guys but i want to know if you're happy :(

Jinu

He smelled it before he even entered the room.

Cinnamon. Vanilla. And something else. You.

Jinu stepped into the kitchen and stopped short.

You stood there in an oversized sweatshirt and shorts, barefoot, humming softly while setting out freshly baked muffins.

Perfect hair. Perfect skin. Not a single wrinkle in your clothes. No makeup — or maybe you were just that flawless. You even had the audacity to laugh softly when Baby tried to swipe one of the muffins early.

Jinu watched you laugh.

His fingers curled against the doorframe.

“Morning, Jinu,” you said sweetly when you noticed him. “You want cinnamon or banana?”

He blinked. Slowly.

“…What?”

You smiled, completely unbothered. “Muffins. I made two kinds.”

He stepped forward like in a daze. Took the cinnamon one. Bit into it. And almost physically froze.

Moist. Warm. Spiced just right.

He chewed once, then said nothing.

You poured him coffee without asking — and it was exactly how he liked it. Two sugars. No cream. Steam curling into the air like some cursed kind of poetry.

He stared at the cup, then at you.

You tucked your hair behind your ear, leaned on the counter, and asked, “Did you sleep okay?”

Jinu didn't answer.

Because he was too busy trying to figure out how you existed.

Perfect skin. Perfect smell. Perfect laugh. Perfect baking.

You were like a walking fever dream.

His thoughts spiraled:

She wakes up early. Looks like that. Makes breakfast. Knows my coffee order. Smells like sugar and warmth. Laughs like rain. This is a trap. This is definitely a trap.

“Jinu?” you asked, tilting your head.

He snapped out of it. “Fine. I’m fine. Thank you.”

You smiled again — soft and genuine.

And that’s when he gave up.

Walked back to his seat. Sat down. Took a long sip of your coffee. And stared out the window like a man questioning every decision that led to this moment.

Later that day, Romance whispered to him, “You’re into her.”

“I’m terrified of her,” Jinu muttered. “She’s not real.”

Abby

“Don’t look at her,” Abby mumbled to himself.

Baby, next to him, blinked. “Who?”

“You know who.”

And there you were. Again.

Flawless.

You had on a stupidly cute outfit that matched without even trying, hair effortlessly styled, skin glowing, perfume subtle but addictive. You were holding a tray of chocolate cupcakes, each one swirled with frosting like something out of a bakery window.

And the worst part?

You were laughing.

Like—laughing-laughing.

Gorgeous, loud, real laugh that made Romance look up from his phone. Jinu cracked a smile. Even Mystery raised an eyebrow.

Abby was internally combusting.

“Why does she have to smell like a warm sugar cookie?” he hissed to himself, arms crossed. “That’s illegal.”

You walked straight up to him.

“Try one,” you said, offering a cupcake. “I put espresso in the batter.”

He stared. At the cupcake. At you. Back to the cupcake.

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

“No,” he blurted. “You’re perfect.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I said you’re… uh, this is perfect,” he backtracked, snatching the cupcake. “The, um. Texture. And vibes. Great frosting. Fantastic pastry. Yup.”

You smiled and walked off.

And he collapsed backwards onto the couch with a dramatic groan.

Baby leaned in, whispering, “You’re such a goner.”

“I am,” Abby moaned. “She smells good, she looks like that, she’s hilarious, and she makes cupcakes that taste like sin. I’m fully, completely, absolutely screwed.”

“Should’ve trained harder,” Baby said. “You’re weak.”

Abby just shoved half the cupcake in his mouth and stared after you like a man who’d just been hit by a cupcake-shaped truck.

Mystery

He didn’t need to look up.

He knew it was you.

That barely-there scent. Sweet and clean. The soft shuffle of your steps. The quiet hum under your breath — always slightly off-tune, which made it somehow more charming.

You came to stand beside him.

“Busy?” you asked, peering at the glowing map.

“Yes,” he said. But his eyes had already drifted your way.

You leaned forward, elbow brushing his. Your shirt collar fell slightly to one side, revealing a flawless bit of collarbone.

He turned back to the map immediately. Blinked slowly. Inhaled through his nose.

Vanilla. Something floral.

Definitely you.

“Didn’t know we had activity in the eastern district,” you said, tone casual.

You smelled like fresh laundry and something warmer underneath. Maybe cinnamon. Or nutmeg. Or temptation.

He adjusted the map, trying to ignore how easily you processed the layout. Smart. Observant. Helpful.

And then — just as he was regaining control — you pulled something from behind your back.

A tupperware container.

“I made cookies.”

He looked at it like it was a weapon.

You opened it with a smile. Perfect chocolate chip — golden, soft, melty in the center. Warm.

Of course.

He looked at you again. Skin glowing, lashes soft, not a single hair out of place. Beautiful. Effortlessly so. Like the universe had handcrafted someone specifically to test his resolve.

“Try one?” you asked, nudging the container toward him.

He took one.

Ate it in silence.

Almost growled.

Perfect.

You grinned and walked away without waiting for praise.

And as your presence faded from the room, he stood still — eyes fixed on the map, hand clenched slightly at his side.

“This is a trap,” he muttered. “She’s a walking distraction designed to destroy me.”

But the second cookie was already in his hand.

Romance

He noticed the scent first.

Citrus zest. Vanilla bean. Something warm. Something dangerous.

He didn’t even have to look up. “Is that… lemon pie?”

You appeared next to him, smiling way too sweet for someone who just dropped a forkful of actual witchcraft onto a plate in front of him.

“Fresh out of the oven,” you said. “I made the crust myself.”

He blinked.

You looked perfect — hair up in a messy bun that somehow still looked deliberate, cheeks glowing, a few flour specks still dusted over your apron. You smelled like sunshine and sugar and something far too soft for his chest.

He took a bite.

Paused.

Made the faintest groan of pleasure.

“You okay?” you asked, laughing.

“Marry me.”

You blinked. “What?”

He wiped his mouth, stood, and leaned against the counter like nothing had happened. “I said — hypothetically — if someone brought me a dessert that good, looked that good, and smelled like a five-star dream, I’d marry them on the spot.”

You rolled your eyes. “Romance.”

He grinned. “What? Just saying.”

You handed him a napkin, still smiling. “There’s more in the fridge if you want later.”

He watched you walk out — hips swaying, laughter fading down the hall — and exhaled like he’d just seen heaven.

Baby passed by and raised a brow. “You look like you just saw an angel.”

Romance nodded, dazed. “I did. And she bakes. I’m done for.”

He turned back to his lyrics, flipped to a new page, and wrote at the top:

"She smells like sugar and I forgot how to breathe."

Baby

Baby didn’t even register the door opening.

Not until he caught the smell.

Garlic. Herbs. Cheese. Creamy pasta.

He glanced up — and forgot how to blink.

There you were. Hair soft and tucked behind your ears. No makeup, and somehow still prettier than any photo he’d ever seen. Cozy shirt, loose joggers, but still somehow hot enough to make him forget how to sit like a normal person.

“Oh hey,” you said casually. “I brought you dinner.”

“You what now?”

You walked up, handed him the plate, and sat beside him like you hadn’t just rocked his entire reality.

“I made extra,” you added. “Hope you’re hungry.”

He took one bite.

And almost melted.

Creamy. Savory. Perfectly cooked. Just enough spice.

He stared at the plate.

Then at you.

“You did this? Like…with your hands?”

You grinned. “Do I look like I summoned it out of thin air?”

“You look like you could,” he said honestly.

You laughed — loud and unfiltered — and that was the final blow.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

You were always clean, always glowing, always smelled like something soft and edible. You made food like a chef. You told jokes better than he did. You always had gum. You never tripped. Your socks matched. He was convinced you weren’t real.

You handed him a napkin and nudged his shoulder. “What? You’re staring.”

He looked down. “Nah, I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re literally perfect, Y/N.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I said—” he coughed, playing it off, “—this pasta’s perfect. Like you. I mean — not you, I mean—”

You raised a brow, smirking.

He buried his face in the plate. “Forget it.”

Later that night, he muttered into his pillow:

“She makes pasta, smells like heaven, laughs like a goddess, and looks like that? I’m gonna marry her or die trying.”

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my brain is in overdrive so I'm gonna toss some headcanons out there, I wanna see if anyone else thinks the same as me lol

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Jinu's the leader for a reason; he came up with the group name and most of the branding, initially set up their socials, and is the main music producer. He's hopeless with computers 90% of the time, but he knows one drawing program and two DAWs, so he's capable enough to handle it. I'm sure that realistically, he would've just hypnotized people to get them whatever resources they needed. However. This is MY headcanon post, so actually, he used Distrokid and as many playlist pitching services as he could find in order to get the song out there. Also, he did SO many cold calls to get onto their first variety show that he has a script engraved into his brain now.

Romance is the main choreographer, mainly focusing on individual parts and making sure the chorus hits just right. He's also behind the outfit coordination - Jinu sets the concept, he makes sure everyone dresses accordingly. Despite that though, he works best when given some room to do so. His favorite outfits were the darker ones with patterns on them, and he wished they could've been utilized more. He tried to coach the boys on how to interact with fans, how to be charming and flirtatious without crossing boundaries or starting scandals, but they never listened. And when he met Mira, all his advice flew out of his head, too.

Abby is also a choreographer, though his main focus is on the overall formation - for example, the domino effect in Soda Pop was his idea. He's a big help to Romance in the choreo department, but is an absolute pain when it comes to styling, since he keeps ripping shirts and loosing buttons. Even though the boys don't actually need to exercise to stay in shape, he decided to make workout plans for each of the members, tailored to their intended images. (Most of them don't use them, but he doesn't mind since he did it for fun.) He tries to project a "jock himbo" kind of image as an idol, and it may be somewhat rooted in his real personality, but he's actually EXTREMELY knowledgeable in some areas. He might be a bit silly and let things fly over his head sometimes, but he also used medical terminology to explain the previously mentioned workout plans.

Mystery handles most of the socials, as well as video editing - he does most of the tech-based stuff, basically. He doesn't talk much, but he communicates a lot better over text, so he's pretty good at wording microblog posts and video descriptions. Their Instagram is half official-looking-promo, and half candids. Basically any time they're out in this world, he has his phone at the ready, waiting for any smiles, laughs, or anything he thinks could fuel their fans to love them more. Idols as a whole aren't meant to seem human, and the five of them fit that better than anyone knows, but he also knows that making the fans feel some sort of connection will earn their love faster.

Baby is the lyricist, and is a very competent songwriter overall. He was actually annoyed that Jinu liked Soda Pop so much, since he'd been trying out the "write the worst song you can think of, it'll be a hit" writing exercise and hadn't expected it to work. He tweaked it to add some variety (his and Abby's section towards the end), and is MUCH happier with it after that change. He initially didn't appreciate the Little Teapot melody that Jinu threw in there, but grew to like how it made the section even more distinct. Despite low-effort catchiness working the first time, he decided to go all in for Your Idol so that the song they used to hypnotize everyone would be less of an easy earworm and more of an addictive masterpiece.

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so can we all agree that this would absolutely destroy Jinu? 😭

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I have no authority to be making headcanons abt this but anyways

very silly headcanon that Jinu is a huge bg stan, completely by accident. while setting up this whole thing, he had to do a shit ton of research as to what's popular, to figure out what works and what doesn't. just research.

initially, he was listening to songs just for inspiration, to get ideas on common themes and sounds. he was learning the names of all the members of several different groups, in the name of trying to figure out archetypes and what tropes the members should play into. he was learning fanchants to figure out how best to structure songs, and where backing vocals should come in to properly support them. he was watching variety shows to learn what he'd be in for, as well as how he and the other saja boys should act. he was tuning into live streams and checking out vlogs, just to consider if this should be an element of his group's presentation. he was looking at individual members' socials to see what sort of poses and camera angles were common. he was streaming songs, just to get a feel for how streaming playlists work.

yeah no he ends up a bg stan by the end of all that.

he claims not to be and says he has no idea how it happened. he's fully aware that he's lying about it. he also almost has a heart attack seeing [insert literally any bg here] at an event

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I wasn't the biggest fan of Abby until this song. The way he sang "sanctuary" scratched my brain and I love the way he showed off his hat strap. This scene is a hundred times hotter than all the scenes where he shows off his abs. Period.

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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giant redwood trees really are so cool, they just have something incredibly special going on. it's hard to describe if you haven't seen them

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see, as much as I prefer masc terminology, I don't think I'll EVER be able to commit to the he/they "I'm just a guy" dogboy vibe I usually enjoy, bc every now and then I just turn back into a weird girl without prompting. like yes I still think top surgery would improve my quality of life however my minecraft skin will be the cutest catgirl you've ever seen

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i feel like game piracy is sometimes viewed as this massive disruption to the game industry and not just “a small group of people who weren’t going to buy a game anyways now have it on their computer.” when companies report “losses” due to piracy that’s fake. that’s a fake number because no money was actually ever exchanged and companies cannot possibly know how many people actually pirated their game. piracy does not work like this

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call me gojo satoru the way I ate 9 cosmic brownies instead of any real food today

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I KNOW THIS IS ABOUT CERTAIN FORMULATIONS BUT THIS SENTENCE IS SO FUNNY TO ME 😭😭

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Might be controversial, but.

Woof. Bark bark. Awrooo.

Ever thought of that?