#and if you're that person's friend who got my tumblr tonight but was too scared to follow me

[femslashspuffy]

I thought the worst part of making new friends would be just not clicking with people and having to deal with that awkwardness but instead it was finding one of those fucking whiny antisocial bitches who just always seem to cling to me again and they're trying to bring me down. I'm gonna go joker I'm gonna go joker I am so mad about this person literally leave me alone I hate you I hate you get the fuck out of my life already

[pixiemage]

If one of these is another TNAWY au I SWEAR TO SANTA PEARLA

Anyway have multiple

29, 39, 49, 59, 78.

I swear if I get even more songs from TNAWY AU and as I’ve said love how we semi talk through discord while in tumblr comments at the same time.

[For the Rancher Playlist Ask Game]

YOU PICKED FIVE?!?! You're INSANE! Do you WANT people to have to scroll through FIVE of my Rancher rambles????

...very well.

Track #29 - Stitch Me Up by Set It Off

Guess what? This one also inspired a TNaWY scene, a rather sweet and melancholy one that won't show up until about the halfway point :3 Hurray!

This is a song I've had rolling around in various playlists for ages, but THIS one got added to Ranchers for a few reasons. One, it reminds me of a Jimmy that's too fed up with being picked on by his friends, and of a Tango who's still not over Bdubs' betrayal. And then there are also the lines about needing stitches (Like a doll in lost and found, so mistreated, thrown around) and it makes me think of those crossover fics where Jimmy has been turned into a toy or ragdoll and he needs literal stitches to repair himself. But to pick some lyrics:

Are you the one to fix me up, patching up the work they done? Try and sew me So thread the needle, tie it off, teach me how to trust someone Really hoping that you stay That you never walk away (...and later...) Really hoping that I stay I could never walk away

Track #39 - Eyes Wide Open by Gotye

If I remember correctly, I THIIIINK that Hybbat suggested this one to me way back when, but I might be wrong! All I know is it resonated with me and it ended up on the playlist :3

This one's a bit tricker because I like it almost more for the vibe and a few stray lines than anything else, but it's still a quality song. And if I have to pick a section, this bit does remind me of the canary's curse and everyone ignoring the warning it represents:

And only a few ever worried While the signs were clear, they had no idea You just get used to livin' in fear Or give up, when you can't even picture your future

Track #49 - Danger To Myself by The Unlikely Candidates

This is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT a Tango song, perhaps especially before a point where he's come to accept that Jimmy cares about him as much as he cares about Jimmy. It's also, I imagine, around the time of the fire at the ranch in some stories, where he's worried his rage will scare Jimmy off. But it's SO good, the kind of sing I like to dance to, and the lyrics are great. This chunk in particular feels very much like a reference to B.E.S.T. and any lack of trust that followed Tango from that game to here:

'Cause I was founded In a bed of liars Walking the streets someone before me set on fire And after all this This love I borrowed I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow And I, I don't know why you love me I'm a danger to myself

Track #59 - Feeling Mean by Ben Bostick

I'll admit, I stole this one straight out of a Minecraft Manhunt.

This is ALSO a Tango song - you're on a roll lol - and it's very much meant to be a mix of Tango's rage after the burning of the ranch, and him plotting the rise of Rancher's Revenge. But this bit in particular is the line that resonates most with Tango post-fire in my opinion:

I'm feeling mean, I'm feeling mean The meanest hunk of meat that anyone's ever seen Get out of the way of the hurricane or there's a heavy price to pay Tonight I'm feeling mean, I'm feeling mean

Track #78 - Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? by Lovejoy

OH BOY LOVEJOY! :D Also the last song on the playlist, nice pick, nice pick lol. Most recent addition. Lovely.

So THIS one is - hah - okay listen. I love Scott as much as the next person, and I LOVE Flower Ranchers. That being said. Have y'all READ Trust Life??? This song ABSOLUTELY gives me Trust Life vibes, with some lines feeling like Tango, and some lines feeling like Scott. It's GLORIOUS and I've played out a CMV in my head just listening to this song before lol. So - god how do I even pick a line from this - uhhh...oh! Here! The chorus! Because honestly, this could be EITHER of them depending on the chapter!

Well, now, now, you need to calm down What good's this energy? (It's no good!) When you devote it to me Why not be a little more friendly? Now, now, you need to calm down Does she still think of me? Say my name in her sleep? I thought you knew her better than me

ARE YOU HAPPY???

[slvtbible]

G O L D

chapter one

summary: [y/n is a young stripper who is adored by many men. harry styles is a man who loves to carry danger with him]

word count: 4222

pairing: stripper!y/n and gangleader!harry

warnings: violence, vulgar language, sexual acts, alcohol and drug

to be honest, i was a little hesitant to post it here and i don’t know if this story will blow up on tumblr or get many notes but that’s the last thing on my mind right now. i just want to share what i’ve been working on that kept you guys waiting for almost a year lol sorry about that. But yes, she’s finally here!! I posted first on wattpad before i put it here, I felt like the only way to reach out more people to read it it’s through that. And also, i decided to use a name on wattpad but I’d use the term ‘y/n’ on tumblr. Enjoy it all my loves! Give me feedbacks!💜

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Harry fixes the collar of his sheer black shirt before tucking it neatly inside the black trousers he's currently wearing. He normally goes something more extravagant for going out. His closet is filled with colourful ruffles and Hawaiian shirts along with 'more than one colour' suits. However tonight, he needs to lay low for a bit. Especially when he's about to step into one of the most famous strip clubs in New York in an hour to meet up with the manager.

He's very much aware of the reputation he has put on himself out there. Though there's no use of camouflage and hiding, he still doesn't want a cause a scene,

Yet.

His hand lifts a bottle of Tom Ford from the dresser before spraying it twice on his neck. Stepping away from the full length mirror, he grabs his cross necklace from the bed before putting the accessory around his neck as he walks out of the room.

"Talk to me Reece" his heavy accent echoes the hallway as he walks downstairs, watching his few men pocketing their weapons,

Reece, the brown skinned man with tattoos nods. "He's there. Just got a word from Bianco. He appears isn't expecting you, Boss. However I do believe he knows you're coming soon. The club is far too crowded than usual but Bianco is taking care of that right now." He informs, showing him the message on the phone,

Harry can only scoff, nodding at him as a thank you. "That son of a bitch should've. Owes me more than fucking money." He mutters, inserting the .45 ACP inside his gun holster. "The car's ready?"

Nodding, Reece leads Harry down towards the basement. "As requested. Lamborghini Murcielago in blue hera. Pack with 640 PS and 471 kW, rules around 213 mph if you consider on hit and run. Still, I pack a standard Aeropack wing if you wanna go slow tonight. The windows? Bulletproof. In case anyone tries to kill you." Harry knows he's only joking about the last part. No one dares try to kill him before he does it. It's a pattern that everyone knows by now.

Harry lets out a low whistle, softly shaking his head as the machine beauty appears. Tracing lightly with his ring cladded fingers along the hood of the car. "Not planning to hit and run tonight, Reece. Not even thinking about racing down the street with my weapon outside the window. You don't have anything more. . . Less attractive?" He questions, still staring at the gorgeous car ahead of him,

"You know I don't do less, boss." Reece winks playfully, laughing to himself as he watches Harry roll his eyes. "Besides. Who knows you'll get yourself a bird tonight, eh? Take her out on a stroll before bringing her home to your place. Women love fast cars." He comments, pressing the button on the keys as the door opens,

Humming as a response, Harry walks towards the driver's seat, "I don't date anymore, thought my right hand man knew tha' " He speaks, words laced with seriousness while grabbing the keys from Reece's fingers,

He can only sigh and nod his head. "Understood. Yet, Kendra is like what? Two years ago? Gotta get yourself something better, boss. You deserve it. So do it tonight." He suggests, watching him going inside the car before shutting the door,

Harry smiles a bit, inserting the keys inside the ignition before starting the car. "Noted."

The dark haired man steps away from the car. Giving Harry a salute. "I'll be right behind you. See you there."

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Y/N Y/L/N stands in front of the mirror as she applies another layer of red lipstick on her plump lips. Securing the tube back as she puckers her mouth to see if it fits the colour for tonight. She twirls, watching carefully how the gold lingerie clads perfectly around her breasts and down to her curvy hips and thick thighs.

She stops once her plump ass is facing the mirror, admiring how beautiful and big her bum is in the lingerie. It's a compliment really. She loves working out to give her bum a bit bigger. It's not that she hopes she'll gain attention from people, she just loves her body. She worships every piece of it despite what other people think of it. Insecurity was her biggest enemy but not anymore. After reading lots of books and poems about self love she learns that there's nothing she should be ashamed of.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion from her table, she squeezes the bottle into her hand before rubbing her bum with the cold cream, rubbing it neatly to make sure she doesn't miss a spot.

Another thing, she loves moisturizing her plump flesh before the show. It's sexy

"Joe is asking for you." She hears a voice coming from behind, craning her neck to see her closest co-worker Violet, already in her usual purple wig and attire as she stands beside Angelina. "I love working as a stripper but he really needs to learn to be patient and. . . shut up, i guess?"

Y/N releases a small laugh, moving her long dark wavy hair to rest on her chest. "I know, I know. Jesus, I've told him fifteen minutes prior that I'll take longer than usual." She slips on her gold heels and turns to face Violet, who's biting her lip as she stares at Angelina's body up and down. "Okay, how do i look?"

Violet raises her eyebrow, as if it's something her friend shouldn't be asking. "You kidding? You look like a sex goddess. Gonna get all the men on their knees for you, girl"

Scoffing, she shoots her a wink and a flirtatious smile. "Old men with beer bellies? No thanks. I'd rather make out with Gordon." She replies, seemingly disgusted about the thought of grinding on an old man's lap tonight.

"Is that a bet I hear?" Violet questions, leaning towards her a bit as she waits for her friend’s response. "Please tell me that it is so I can earn extra cash tonight."

Gordon is a perverted bartender that always keeps his eye on Y/N throughout her routine. He's 40 and is always asking Angelina on a 'date' and by date, he means her ass on his lap. Clearly something Y/N isn't too fond of. Him specifically. Violet and Y/N have always made a joke about him, something they could make a playful banter in every chance they get.

Plus, she heard he's married. Isn't he supposed to find another job rather than here? If his wife found out what kind of a sleaze bag she married, she would be crushed,

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shoves her playfully by the arm. "Ha ha, very funny" she answers, resuming to untangle her hair from knots.

Violet laughs, pinching her on the hip as she lets outa small squeal. "Just messing with you, baby. Good luck out there. Put the rest of us to shame tonight. . . Like any other night"

Y/N flips her off, yet knowing it's the truth. She's not trying to sound like a condescending bitch here but none of the girls here are actually capable to do what Y/N does. That's what makes men attracted to her. She knows what she's doing. She knows how to make a man hard.

"By the way, you heard what Joe's talking about earlier?" Violet asks, toeing off her heels as she exhales a relief sigh. "Damn those heels are killing me" She mumbles,

"No... What's about?" She turns her head to face Violet for her to explain, causing her to shrug her shoulders,

"Don't know much about it. . . But i hear Harry Styles is coming here to meet up with him. Something about transaction or shit" She waves it off, whispering it to Y/N, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping,

She almost chokes on her saliva after hearing Violet says the name. "Harry Styles?! The. . . mafia boss of New York..?" Her eyes widen at the possibility of the most dangerous man in the city paying a visit to the place she works at,

Nodding, Violet answers, "Yup. That Harry Styles. He's the devil. Let's hope this place doesn't turn into a war zone."

Y/N has heard about this Harry guy. The most feared man of New York. She does know a little bit of the relations between Joe and Mr. Styles. Almost every night she could hear Joe freaking out about this man. She may not know him that close, hell she had never even met him in person but people talk. One thing she learned about hearing his reputation, you don't ever want to mess with this guy.

Violet snaps her fingers to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. "Less worrying, girl. Come on, you got a show to put on yes?"

"Y-yeah. Fuck. . . now i'm scared" She breathes out, looking at her reflection in the mirror one last time. Calming down her mind.

After giving Violet a kiss on a cheek and receiving a tap on her ass, she takes a deep breath as she opens the beaded curtain and walk out to the club. Jhene Aiko is playing through the speakers, thanks to her who chose the music for tonight. She can already feel all eyes on her as she struts down confidently, putting on a smirk and winking at couple of men here and there. As much as it disgusts her, she grazes her hand along a man's arm who's biting his lip and looking at her up and down.

'What the fuck did i do to deserve this?' she thinks to herself, staring at the man in front of her who's probably the same age as her father. The thought of it makes her gag,

She gives the man a wink before getting up on the stage, hearing a few hollers from behind. reaching out to wrap her hand around the silver pole and her leg hooking up to support her body. Slowly twirling with her head thrown back and closes her eyes with money being toss at her direction before letting go and crutching down on her knees, moving close towards the same man earlier. He slips in a couple of hundred dollar bills inside her panties, causing the others to do the same.

This may be not how she pictures her success but damn, by the end of the week, her bank account can go from three to six digits.

She's definitely gonna hold on to that,

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It takes Harry close to thirty minutes to get here. He blames it all on the traffic, cursing to himself every time he stops at red lights. He parks his car close to the entry before he exits from the vehicle. He looks over his shoulder to find a familiar black car driving towards her, noting to himself it's Reece's. Seeing him wave his hand to make sure he's coming in later.

He clears his throat, clenching his jaw as he walks into the club. Reece wasn't lying, the club is too packed for tonight. As if God knew what is about to get down tonight and isn't going to let him get away with witnesses. He really needs to play safe for a while tonight.

As he strides through the room to find a table he has reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him, stroking his exposed chest and grabbing his shoulders. Most of them are gorgeous and he's tempted to touch their soft skin yet he has to hold it. Not that he isn't interested because he's definitely taking someone back to his place tonight--fucking Reece had to be right-- but he needs to get his head in the game for at least an hour before planning to do so.

Gently, he pulls back a chair for him to sit. He specifically asks for the furthest table so no one can figure out what he's about to do tonight. A glass of whiskey has been set on his table before he got here, waiting for Joe's arrival. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Reece and Bianco walking over to his table. One of them gives him a nod to acknowledge his presence.

Harry lifts the glass up to his lips and take a sip of it. Honestly, he hates doing all of this dirty work. Sure, he's the boss. But he despises complicated things. He should've known not to trust Joe about anything, yet when he begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head as he spat out a bunch of threats to the weakened man, he thought why not? If Joe didn't get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way. It's always a pleasure for him to do so.

"Mr. Styles! Ay, i'm so happy to see you. You look a lot cleaner than i saw you the last time, eh?" Joe's voice causes Harry's green eyes averts from the scene on the crowd. His eyebrows are knitted, jaw tightened as he taps his fingers against the table, causing the rings he's wearing to knock.

He owes him money worth $50,000. And this man had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened.

He is definitely going to kill him.

"Stop with all that shit and sit the fuck down. You owe me something Joe." Harry warns, pointing at him as Harry's men forces the dark haired male to sit down making him gulp. "You owe me 50 grand for that package you piece of shit."

Joe couldn't feel more terrified as he catches a glimpse of Harry's gun on the table, facing towards him. "I know Harry, I know. I didn't forget, okay? It's just the money is tight right now. The girls aren't getting the amount of money they used to be getting." Joe tries to reason but Harry isn't having any of it,

"Stop being a fucking pussy and blame your girls for the money you've lost. I'm running out of patience here, Joe. If you don't give me the money by the end of the week, you're a dead man. I still have one body bag left in my car and I wouldn't mind writing your name on it." Harry grits his teeth, looking at him with a dark look in his eyes. Hand gripping tightly around the glass

"No man, I need more than that. Please, I'll do whatever you ask me to. You will have your money man I promised." Joe begs, looking at Harry with hopeful eyes.

Harry finds it quite disgusting to see someone like him beg for mercy-- for the second time--or anything at all to be honest. He find that gesture is weak and vulnerable which makes him very easy to manipulate over. "I don't give out second chances."

Joe hears a gun clicks behind, he doesn't need to know what's going on. He knows one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. "Harry man. . . One more. . . Give me one more"

Harry isn't a patient man. He doesn't want people beg. He doesn't want him to beg. But he finds it interesting to see how it goes, playing along this little game of his.

"Fine. you give me your best girl and i'll give you two months." Harry offers, cocking his eyebrow as he leans back to relax himself. "No more than that."

Joe's eyes widen at Harry's demand. It's impossible to collect a 50 grand in two months, especially when he's short on it. He needs more than that. Still, he thinks two months is better than nothing. "Okay. . . Agreed. Just tell me which girl you want or-or i could bring one or two here, man. Take your pick."

Harry can only hum in response, scanning his eyes over the scene. Dozens of girls dancing on stage, few of them even has their bras taken off. It seems to him, none of these girls on the room is his type.

Until his green eyes fall on a certain slightly curvy woman with her leg wrapped around the pole.

Her long dark hair brushing lightly against the floor as she bend her back a bit. He observes the way her body move so dirty yet gracefully around the pole,  the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her brown eyes manage to flirt with the crowd and had them lure into her eyes including himself. He swears this girl just steps out of his daydreams. She looks perfect.

He admires how she circle her hips painfully slow, jealous how he isn't close enough to watch her plump flesh near his strong figure.

"Her. I want her" Harry points at the girl he can't take his eyes off. His voice sounds too possessive but he doesn't care if he does. He's too enhanced with the way she moves on that stage and he loves how she swats those dirty hands who seems desperate to cope a feel with a dirty look on her face.

'Seems like a fighter' he thinks to himself

"Y/N? You want her?" Joe asks after he realises who Harry's pointing at.

"Y/N? That's a gorgeous name. She's not taken is she? Not that i care anyway. She's a dime from what i can see here." He says, not tearing his eyes off of her while he sips on his drink. "You're gonna give me her to me aren't you?" Harry asks, his eyes are threatening enough for Joe so he nods his head as a response.

"Yes. Of course. If that's what you want."

"Fuck yes i do. Bring me to one of your rooms. I want a private from her" He demands before gulping down his drink, standing up to head over to the back. Not before glancing at the gorgeous woman one last time who stuffs a few dollar bills in her panties.

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After what it feels like forever dancing on stage and have men whistling at her to go over and give them more, she finally sit herself down on a chair in her dressing room and take a deep breath. Moaning in relief as she pulls her heels off while setting her timer on because she only has thirty minutes to rest before going back out there again. She leans back against the chair, sighing in a pure bliss.

She can hear a few girls talking and laughing while preparing themselves for their performance tonight, wishing she could just join in because Violet informs her earlier there's some juicy gossip she needs to talk about but she cant take it. She's too tired.

She has only closes her eyes for 10 minutes until a familiar voice speaks out,

"Where's Y/N?"

She groans internally. Can never mistake that voice soon as she hears it. Her manager, who sounds like he's panting, voice firm as if is an emergency to call her out like that. Y/N still has her eyes shut as she raises her hand up, not having the energy to respond.

"Okay, good. Y/N. You don't need to go back out there again. There's a special guest I need you to entertain. He's already waiting in the red room."

She nods and hum, only to realize what he means as her eyes bugs out.

Wait, what?

She's quick to turn around, brows furrows and mouth hangs open, not believing what she has just heard. "Pardon?"

"There's a man. A guy who I work with, waiting in one of the rooms. He specifically asked for you. I need you to at least give him an hour." Joe notifies, running his hand over his face as if he's stressed about something,

"You want me to give a lap dance to your co-worker?" She raises her eyebrow, not believing what he just asked her

Joe sighs angrily, "it's technically not--Y/N... please. No more questions, just go over there."

"Who's the guy?" she ignores his orders as she stands, crossing her arms across her chest. "Jesus, fuck. I really need my hair to breath" she mutters, brushing down her long dark brown hair,

"Harry Styles."

Y/N freezes in an instant. Looking up to stare at Joe in the eye to see if he's joking, he can only nod his head to confirm her questioning look. " you're shitting me."

"I'm not," Joe replies, walking over to her, not wanting the other girls to hear. "Y/N, I owe him money. I haven't got them yet and--"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and continue messing with her hair a bit more. "Not my problem."

He reaches out to grab her elbow, pulling her harshly causing her to stumble a bit. "Y/N, please... He wanted to kill me out there earlier. The guy brought a gun for God's sake. He gave me a month but until then... he wants you."

"You know i'm not a hooker" Y/N defeatedly sighs. She wants to help him, she does but it sounds like he's selling her off for a month to this notorious and dangerous guy who is named to be the deadliest man alive by the people of New York.

She loves money but no fucking way she's willing to die for it.

"I didn't say you were" He roughly says, hand gripping tightly on her arm. "Just... do it" He let her go, tired of the waiting because he doesn't want to make Harry pissed off now,

The girl sighs angrily, squeezing her eyes shut as she hesitates for a while. What the fuck did she get herself into?

"Fine. just give me a moment."

Giving her a smile, Joe thanks her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, telling her the door number Harry is in before walking out of the room. Soon after he walks out, she feels sick in her stomach. How could she ever go face to face with a man with blood in his hands? She's about to give this man a lap dance. Who knew he might've ask for more?

So now, as she finishes re-applying a layer of red lipstick, she heads out. Walking to the back of the room in a slow pace. Heart beating loud and fast as she's about to come face to face with this man. Still, she needs to play it cool. God really fucking hates her,

If he really does exists.

She takes a deep breath before opening the brown door carefully, pushing it open. Her knees almost buckle at the sight of Harry Styles, lounging on the leather couch. A cigarette squeeze between his fingers. legs spread open as if it's an invitation already made for her. His head turns towards the door, a smirk graces upon his face.

She's not going to lie. He is indeed dashingly handsome. With his arms resting on the back of the couch making his biceps look a bit bigger. He's got killer looks too. she studies. Sexy smile, and stubble which creates a sexier look on his face. She catches a glimpse of a silver cross necklace resting against his broad chest. His eyes are sharp. Looking at her up and down with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

"My, my" he lowly whistles, watching her every move as she enters the room. Locking the door behind her. "I wasn't wrong. You are a fucking dime."

Y/N giggles-- though feeling scared shitless-- and run her hands over her hair as she struts her way towards his figure. Purposely swaying her ass side to side a bit to tease him. "Mr.Harry Styles. . . I heard a lot about you. Word on the street is that you're a man that likes to carry a danger" she smirks seductively as she stands in between his open legs, dragging her finger slowly down her chest.

Her angelic voice is like music to his ears,

"Yeah?" he smirks, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. "Hope that doesn't scare you, doll. All i want is a dance from you, that's all. I also heard that you are their favourite girl. After seeing you danced on that stage, I now know why."

Again, she giggles. A small blush creeping on her cheeks, hopefully he doesn't see it. "You're a flirt aren't you, Harry? You do this to every girl?"

He places his hands slowly on her plump ass, he doesn't know if he's allowed to touch but he doesn't give a shit. She seems isn't bothered by it. He wants this girl and he wants her now.

"Only to those who i find interesting, baby. Now, are you going to show me what you got?" He asks, looking up to meet her brown eyes as he squeezes her flesh.

With a devilish smirk, she slowly sets herself down on his lap which causes him to let out a soft groan. She runs her hands down to his tattooed chest and toys with his cross necklace for a bit before whispering in his ear, "sit tight and relax, Mr. Styles. I'll be your good girl for tonight"

next chapter

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i really don’t want to write a super long chapter, because i’m afraid it’ll bore you guys so maybe--i hope-- this is enough. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this first chapter, let me know if you guys hate it or love it! I’ll appreciate it. love you guys!

[sparklingchan]

WayV AU

WayV reaction to you being jealous

Pairing : reader X WayV

Word count : 900+

Genre : Fluff, boyfriend au , established relationship.

Warning : Cuss words (?) otherwise none.

A/N: Reposting again because tumblr was being weird UGHHH. Anyway, I love WayV so much . All of them are such fluff balls and gentlemen. 

Enjoy !

1.Qian Kun

• He would notice immediately that you weren't yourself after he came home late one night ,thus missing your movie night.

• You don't even acknowledge his presence and go back to munching on your snacks even when you could literally feel him crawl toward you.

• He'd feel guilty , no doubt there. He got too carried away after meeting his old friend .

• "I'm sorry ,y/n." He'd try snuggling upto you but you push him away.

• "Why even bother coming back home, stay with your friend since they are more important."

• Count on him to act mature even in this situation ,trying his best to avoid any fights.

• He'll keep pestering you till you finally look at him.

• "I'm really sorry ,y/n. And they are obviously not more important than you."

• You give in ,obviously. Who could ignore such a sweetheart for long ? 🥺

2. Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

• He would be a TEASE

• Do everything in his power to get you even more jealous after you glare at the waitress trying to flirt with your boyfriend.

• "They are pretty though." He sips his drink with a small smirk.

• You roll your eyes at him , abandoning all plans of talking to him tonight.

• "What do you want to eat?" No response. "Dessert?" No response.

• As soon as he sees you actually pissed,he'd back down, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

• "I was joking ,sweetie. You know me." :(

• If you continue to ignore him , he'd just grab your face and pepper it with kisses.

• Your loud giggles = not upset anymore.

3. Dong Si Cheng

• Will actually be flustered over his colleague being too clingy with him at the party.

• He'd catch your eyes glaring daggers at that person and immediately ask you to help him out.

• You won't waste a second before rescuing him.

• "I'm afraid this one this taken ." You say to his colleague, taking him by his hand.

• His colleague is embarrassed as hell but you think it serves them right.

• "Thank you for saving me." Now we all know he's a biggg baby so he immediately hugs you once you're both alone.

• You were still a lilt upset that the colleague was being so carelessly clingy with him when it should have been you in their place. It stung your ego and ignited the possessiveness within you.

• You mumble a small welcome to him ,not really feeling into the hug but he easily notices and cups your face , apologising.

• You smile when he presses a kiss on your temple , your anger fading away bit by bit.

4. Huang Xu Xi

• Now my man Lucas is very ,very friendly and sociable; you knew that because that was what made you fall for him in the first place.

• But somewhere deep down ,you are almost always very insecure. You don't want anyone to enjoy his warmth like you do.

• You try not to be the controlling one in the relationship, but sometimes you just wished he'd stay at home with you instead of going out like the life of party he is.

• "Are you sure you have to go tonight?"

• "I mean...do you want me to stay?"

• You want to say no ,because you are NOT the controlling type. At all.

• You just wish he'd spent more time with you on weekends. It's not controlling, it's just desire.

• "Yes. But you can go if you want to though." You are so embarrased at the choice of words.

• He simply laughs ,plopping down on the bed beside you. "All you gotta do is ask , baby. I'm all yours."

5. Xiao Dejun

• You have rarely ever known jealousy when it came to him. Mostly because you get his undivided attention almost all the time.

• But there is this one particular person in his friend circle that you know sees him in a different light.

• You don't want to stop him from seeing his friends or hanging out with them or whatever so you rarely say anything.

• But on one eventful night ,you see a picture of that person holding Jun's waist in a group picture and you lose it - you've always been the silent jealous type.

• You didn't really blame him for it but that's what happens when you live with your boyfriend - he becomes the outlet of your anger.

• "What's gotten into you ,y/n?"

• "Go ask that bitch from your pictures."

• He'd understand immediately, jumping on you to hold you close.

• "You have absolutely no reason to be jealous ,you know that right?" Oh,screw his tender voice because it always makes your heart flutter.

6. Wong Kunhang

• Just like Lucas ,he too is a friendly man and everyone loves hanging out with him.

• And he's flirty too. He flirts with anyone he finds mildly attractive - it doesn't matter who that person is.

• Of course ,he loves you to death and he doesn't mean any of those flirtatious things with the other people.

• But he LOVES seeing you get jealous.

• "I saw you with your new boyfriend/girlfriend during English Class."

• He'd chuckle at your pout and rageful eyes. He thinks you look like a cute angry bird.

• "Really? I wonder who they are because my eyes were only at you. "

• "Shut up, playboy."

• He'd crush you in a hug , pressing a kiss to your lips. "I'm not a playboy. I am only your boy."

7. Liu YangYang

• Scared Baby 🥺🥺

• He wouldn't initially know what he did wrong for you to ignore his calls ,texts and even not let him in your house.

• He might even end up thinking that you were tired of him and wanted to break up.

• Which obviously was far from the truth because all you really wanted was for him to confront his new stylist who was way to touchy.

• He'd complain to you about the new stylist sometimes evading his space for no reason but then in front of that person ,he never says anything.

• That is what pissed you off.

• "Baby, will you please talk to me?"

• "Not until you tell your manager about that new stylist." Little did you know he already figured it out .

• "I already told him about the stylist. The other guys complained too so they'll fire the stylist as soon as possible. Can you please come out now , I miss you."

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Uhm, if requests are open can I get Yandere Kokichi and Shuichi (separately) with an introverted and easily overwhelmed s/o that loves them back but is completely, and shockingly, apathetic to them being yandere? Sorry if this goes against your rules or is too specific. Feel free to ignore/change this if you're busy or something, I don't mean to bother you ^^;

My first imagines request! I’m so happy! Yes, requests are definitely open and thank you for requesting, dear anon~Also, this isn’t too specific at all, anon, don’t worry! Although I would say that at some point if the request is so specific that you have the exact plots and reactions planned in your head, then you’d probably be better off writing it yourself. 

My rules are pretty flexible, although they look a little stern, haha. Don’t let them scare you off, they’re run-of-the-mill!

I’m not sure if this is what you wanted for the yandere, especially since I rarely do yandere, but I personally just went on the subtly creepy and soft side of it, partly because I don’t imagine the reader condoning violence. I wasn’t quite sure how to portray the “easily overwhelmed” part, but I tried to make it show up in hints of anxiety. If you’d like some more nsfw yandere or this isn’t really what you wanted, feel free to request again!Shuichi’s is longer because he doesn’t make an appearance right away. But these aren’t super long, so no cut. Let me know if I should put a keep reading, though, and if it’s clogging up your tumblr. I need some opinions on how long stuff should be before I put a keep reading.

Fuyuhiko icon credit to kilruas! 

Anyway, I should talk less. Here you are:

Yandere! Kokichi & Shuichi x Introvert! S/O

Kokichi Ouma

“Hey~ What are you doing, my beloved s/o?”

Kokichi had somehow managed to creep up on you when you weren’t paying attention, and you jumped in your seat, the half-folded origami crane falling from your hands, looking like a crippled bird. Some might say you were a crippled bird in the relationship you held with the boy, although you would quite beg to differ. You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear nervously before answering, turning to face the mischievous prankster.

“I was folding a paper crane,” you smile, eyes narrowing slightly in affection for the purple-haired boy.

He grins back, a strange glint in his violet eyes.

“Why don’t you spend time with me, instead, then? Since you’ve got enough time to dawdle around folding origami,” he pouts, his arms snaking around you as his torso presses to your back, and you felt his warm breath floating downwards sweetly. A hint of grape wafted off of his body, and you leaned your head back onto his chest, looking up at his almost cherub-like face, although you knew all too well what lay beneath its angelic demeanor.

“Sure, what do you want to do?” you ask curiously, reaching out for the paper crane on the table. You wanted to finish it–half-done things made you anxious. But before even the tips of your fingers could reach the desired paper, a hand grasped your wrist tightly, cold and domineering.

“Uh-uh-uh. Pay attention to me, now,” Kokichi said softly, as if whispering, but a cold, hard tone made its way into his voice. You let your arm go limp, knowing that he’d relent if you gave up for now. You’d just have to finish it later.

At your act of submission to his will, his smile stretched wide across his face before he relinquished his hold on your wrist and stroked your head gently instead. “Good girl,” he says in that soft tone of voice–as if warning you to just dare try taking your eyes off him for even a moment.

You offer him a reciprocal smile, albeit a lot kinder and more tender.

“I’ll spend time with you any time,” you say. “Just let me know.”

Upon those words, he stops moving, and you see him lick his lips in thought before replying, a familiarly devious expression settling on his face. It was one much too familiar to you–and one you loved deeply even so.

“How about for the rest of your life?”

You shrug and chuckle shyly, feeling your cheeks fill with warmth.  

“Sure. It’s sweet that you think you’d like to be with me that long. I think even I’d get sick of spending time with myself for that long.”

Kokichi stays silent for a moment, and then you hear him laugh, quietly, although sounding like he was genuinely amused by your response.

“Oh, s/o… If you only knew.”

Shuichi Saihara

You were talking to your friends at lunch like usual–or maybe not. You usually spent lunchtime with Shuichi, but he did say he had to make up a test during lunch, which was extremely unusual for him as an honor student that rarely missed class or failed tests. He did sound pretty frustrated about it, but you reassured him, telling him that you’d be fine with your friends and wished him good luck on his test.

“Kaede, what are you having for lunch?” you wondered.

You hadn’t gotten your lunch yet, after all, and it was usually better to go in lines with friends so you could spend the extra time chatting instead of standing alone with your thoughts. You had plenty of time to do that at home, even if being around other people was rather tiring.

“I brought a bento for once!” she declared, looking rather proud. “See?” she opened the box to showcase black and white rice balls, along with a side of cut-up vegetables and octo-sausages. Your shoulders visibly slumped. Well, there went your plans of going to lunch with a friend.

You looked around the crowd of students and spotted Kaito, who was whistling a cheery tune as he walked to the lunch line, so you waved to Kaede before running off to join Kaito.

“What are you having for lunch, Kaito?” you spouted right after coming to his side.

He seemed rather surprised by your presence–you had been spending lunch with Shuichi in the classroom for the past semester–but you took no notice. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was thinking I’d just get the ramen. Even though this line is the longest, ramen’s still what I always get when it’s available.”

You nodded and smiled, your features brightening up considerably. Finally, you were getting somewhere.

“Okay, then I’ll come with you!”

Kaito looked happy, starting to consent, but his joy was short-lived as his face twisted into a mixture of horror and shock.

“Er, your boyfriend’s here. You’d best go with him, I think,” he says, visibly edging away from you, although he was starting to step out of the ramen line.

You felt a hand rest firmly on your shoulder and pull you back into a slim yet firm chest. 

“S/o, I’m done with my test. Shall we go?”

And you turned to face him as his hand slipped down to grasp your own, but before you could catch a glimpse of his face or say anything, he started walking away and pulling you along forcefully, which was rather rare for your soft-spoken and faint-hearted boyfriend.

You struggled to keep up with his long, quick strides, and stumbled, almost falling over, but he catches you in his arms swiftly, with a grace you didn’t know he possessed.

Instead of righting you and letting go of you, however, you felt his arms wrap possessively around you, drawing you even closer into his embrace.

Your voice came out muffled as your lips pressed into his uniform.

“S-Shuichi? What is it?”

He seemed to regain his senses momentarily, and you feel his grip on you loosen. You stand on your own two feet, stable again, and look at his face, which looks tinted with red as he puts a hand over his heart, looking pained.

“Sorry, s/o… I just…”

You lean in to take a look at his face, which is partially shaded by a baseball cap–the one he admitted to wearing when he wanted to hide how he felt or when he wanted to control his impulses.

“Are you okay?”

He worries his bottom lips between his teeth before replying.

“I leave you alone for hardly ten minutes, and this happens,” he mutters bitterly.

You put a fist in your palm, paying no mind to his ominous words and remember his appointment with the teacher.

“Right, you finished your test pretty quick! How did it go?”

He laughs self-deprecatingly.

“I don’t know how it went, really… I was supposed to take the entirety of lunch to do it, but I was too worried so I just finished it as quickly as possible so I could come and find you.”

You tilt your head, hair bobbing slightly, eyes looking directly at his, although his gaze was obscured by the cap.

“You wanted to see me that bad? We spend lunchtime, before school, and all after-school time together already. We even have class with each other,” you note. “Don’t worry about me,” you smile, slightly amused. However, Shuichi seems far from amused as his golden eyes turn a murky shade of molten light brown.

“It’s not enough for me,” he mumbles.

You had to take a moment to process his words–he wasn’t speaking very clearly, after all. But you were pretty accustomed to Shuichi-speak by now, having spent so much time with him. “You want to spend more time with me?” you ask. “Why didn’t you say so? Maybe someday we can have a sleepover,” you say innocently.

His face turns a bright red and then returns to its normal pale shade, his oddly dark gold eyes darting around until they land on you as he speaks.

“No matter how much time I spend with you, it won’t be enough,” he states. “I want to spend all my time with you.”

You fiddle with the collar of your uniform, embarrassed but strangely enough otherwise unaffected by his words. They did sound rather possessive. And it was true that you’d kind of like to have a life outside of Shuichi. But you loved him too much to actually reject him, and it didn’t really bother you, so you just beamed at him warmly.

“Okay. Why don’t we start with spending tonight together, then?”