Hiii. If It's Okay, May I Request For Oh Joon Young X Reader Headcanons Wherein They Both Have Feelings

hiii. if it's okay, may i request for oh joon young x reader headcanons wherein they both have feelings for each other and the reader is like his study buddy or smthn. btw, i love your works! it gives me life 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

— study me

joon-young x gn!reader | 1.1k words

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of throwing yourself off a cliff, that’s it i think. and reader and joonyoung being awkward /hj lmfao

synopsis: you and joonyoung are used to having study sessions. you’re both used to eventually losing focus on your work and taking turns at “sneakily” staring at each other. one day, you confess your crush.

author’s note: dude. anon thank you So much for requesting for him i love him so much i lowkey squealed when i got ur request. thank you for requesting, and i hope you like it! edit: i only now realized you asked for headcanons. i’m sorry anon i’m a dumbass😭

Page three-hundred-and-thirteen. You sighed deeply, running a hand over your face as an attempt to get the tiredness off of it, before turning the page of your textbook.

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Pi.” you and Joonyoung both said in sync. That earned a chuckle from you, in the midst of your slight despair. You looked up at your study partner to see he looked just as exhausted. Joonyoung was a good student. He studied properly, and put studying above many things other students wouldn’t. He kept going on about how “even if it’s annoying, I can’t get anywhere in life without good grades— not in this world”. He was right, unfortunately, but that was more reason to study with him.

It wasn’t some sort of official agreement to become study buddies. You’d just been meeting at the library more and more often, and given you were both in the same class, you’d decided to approach him at some point to ask if you could study besides him. You vividly remembered how frozen he looked as he stared at you that day— It was almost funny how caught-off-guard he looked. But he agreed, eventually. And so now, you always studied together.

But it was still tiring.

Your cheek landed on your hand and you stared. He readjusted his glasses, and took a deep breath, eyes scanning over the pages. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how pretty his eyes looked, especially during the times you’d spend studying, under the afternoon sun. You couldn’t say you’d only now noticed how attractive his facial features in general were, how nice his lips looked… Ah.

Yes, you had a crush on him. You didn’t do much to hide it, but didn’t do much to show it either. You just… Were pretty obvious in the way you looked at him each time you’d see each other. Daesu had hit the back of your chair in class one day to tell you to stop staring at him like that or “he might think you have a crush on him”. But well, that was true. And almost everyone close to you was aware of it by now.

Joonyoung pretended not to notice your gaze on him, hoped his face wasn’t overly red, and acted as if his mind was actually registering any words his eyes looked over. He couldn’t focus. How could anyone expect him to focus when you were staring at him so intently? It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed it; not that you were very subtle with it, but oh well.

He glanced up at you, and suddenly your eyes were back on your textbook. He sighed quietly and licked his lips nervously. You looked awfully attractive when you were focused. Or at least, when you pretended to be focused. You were always attractive, if he was honest. Joonyoung was honest, but he wasn’t lying to anyone— Since no one had asked him if he liked you, he had no one to lie to. He was honest. And you were honestly the most beautiful person in the entire school.

“Do you like me?”

He gulped, blinked, and froze. The words repeated at least five times in his mind for him to register what you were asking. You’d asked in such a casual way, not even bothering to look up when you did that he… Had a hard time believing he’d heard it right. So he cleared his throat. “What?”

You looked up this time. You looked nervous.

“I asked; do you like me?”

He repeated the same cycle. Gulp, blink, freeze. Then rethink over the question. He didn’t feel the need to lie, but there was a very high possibility that despite your very obvious staring at him, you could not like him back and therefore he’d only keep this moment in his box of embarrassing memories. The type that keeps you wanting to throw yourself off a cliff for several days afterwards and comes back to bother you months later, making you want to throw yourself off a cliff just as much as when it happened, if not even more.

Nevertheless.

“Why do you ask?”

That was not a lie. That was a question. He was avoiding answering, sure. But it wasn’t a lie. His teeth dug into the inside of his lip in nervousness.

“Because.” you said. “I want to know.”

You were making things complicated. The look on your face didn’t help him know wether or not you were aware of that.

“Well,” he chuckled nervously, looking down and moving his pen between his fingers in rapid motions. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about how to reply, before he finally looked up at you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You visibly shivered, then shook your head and looked away. He followed your gaze. You were staring at a paper on the table, your fingers fiddling with its edge. “Why?”

Now that was mean. But he had a counter argument prepared for this one.

“Because it kind of looks like you’re studying me more than the textbook?” he said, and it came off as a question more than a statement. Nevertheless, he sounded confident enough. He was not. But he sounded like it, which was good. If you were to make fun of him for some reason he could play it off as a joke more easily, this way.

“Well, you have a pretty face.” you said casually, nodding to yourself with a slight pout, before looking up at him. He had to cough so he wouldn’t choke on his own saliva. Your own statement made you more flustered than you’d like to admit. It seemed like he felt the same.

He scratched the side of his face, the tapping of his pen against his open textbook filling the silence around the two of you. He nodded in acknowledgement, at last, and pursed his lips. “Thanks. Uh, you too. You look nice.”

You cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

Quiet. You opened your mouth to speak, but Jooyeon beat you to it.”

“I do like you.”

The silence was overwhelming. Your heart was beating so fast— You couldn’t look him in the eye again for now. It was too hard. You staggered a bit, hand moving to scratch your head, and all you could get out for a few seconds was a nervous chuckle. Then you composed yourself to the best of your ability. “Good. Because I like you too.” and this time you said it while looking him in the eye. You had the pleasure of watching his expression go through 5 different emotions before he looked away and covered the lower half of his face.

“That’s good.”

“It is.”

You both shared a look, and nodded, then cleared your throats and went back to studying. You went five minutes in silence before it was broken again.

“Do you wanna date?”

“Yeah.”

You both looked at each other and nodded, before going back to work, hearts pounding and smiles pulling at your lips. This was nice.

twst sentience au idea

Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. You have been warned.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Ortho Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia. 

Summary: The TWST cast has sentience. They know of your existence, not the lifeless puppet you control named “Yuu,” but they actually know about you. They may not know what you actually look like or act like, but what’s important is that being near your vessel makes them feel at peace, it gives them strength, they feel alive. So naturally they begin to crave the attention you give them through the magicless protagonist called “Yuu.” Whenever you pull one of their cards, they can feel your energy and joy at receiving them. When used in battle, they let you take control and aim to achieve victory in your name. When you get them to attend a class, they feel a rush of motivation to impress you, quickly raising their hands to snatch as many stars as possible to amaze you. However, in this AU, you do end up in the game. When the protagonist, your vessel, Yuu, suddenly shuts down and doesn’t reactivate for nearly a week, they begin to fear the worst. Have you forgotten about them? Were they not enough? Why couldn’t they feel your grace anymore? Little did they know, the player had found the front gates of Night Raven College… but… what happens when they believe you to be an imposter? 

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flavors of you (II)

content: fluff, what he says his first kiss tastes like

character/s: gorou, thoma, scaramouche

note: dfksjd just finished the story quest yesterday <33 and it’s only right that i dedicate this one for the inazuma boys ;> i hope you guys enjoy once more, and have a lovely day!!

precaution: i just need to warn you guys that there will be slight spoilers in scaramouche’s, so if you haven’t done the story quest yet, i’d suggest you finish meeting him first before reading this :))

GOROU

the innumerable and arduous days he’s spent training the resistance warriors, are too enervating to recount as he begrudgingly nods off to get some well-deserved rest, or to pursue the extreme activities as early as the dawn of the following morning.

but they were all fighting for their freedom - fighting for the land they loved, and to free its people from their prolonged suffering. thus, the heavy burden and absolute importance of this duty, was not worth the incessant complaints that occasionally tumbled out of his soldiers’ mouthes out of fatigue, or his own body’s desperate cries of weariness that he has long learned to ignore by now.

however when foreign and plush curves of pink crash onto his, the beguiling temptation to finally drop his worn-out weapon onto the ground with a resounding clatter and forget about the damned training, has never sounded more appealing to him as you made it today.

he thinks he’ll remember the way you taste for the rest of his life - ephemeral flavors of ambrosia perfused triumph at the end of a lengthy and merciless war. he stares with a flushed expression at your lidded eyes, and observes from a limited corner of his covered vision, as your fingers leisurely trail across his chest and gingerly grasp for purchase on his armor.

his breath hitches at the intimate and trivial gesture - gorou has always been preoccupied with the looming battle and his blinded desire to achieve victory with his comrades. he’s never dared to pursue the insignificant thought of romance amidst the constant danger, but perhaps the simple notion of y/n l/n would be enough to sway his firm resolve and consider entertaining his pent-up feelings for you.

as his hand shifts to the back of your neck to bring you in for several further heated kisses, greedy to savor your suffusing flavors with each repeated latch to your lips - he believes you may just be the only thing that tastes remarkably better than the resistance’s success.

THOMA

he was always exclusively flirty with you, but he never once expected you to take the passing comments so seriously.

you should really stop saying things that make me want to kiss you - he vividly recalled saying with a playful wink. he doesn’t remember how, but at some point things strangely escalated, and now, he found himself pinning your smaller frame against the wall in a secluded room, with a fond and stolen kiss shared between two supposedly close friends.

friends…he’s never despised the innocent label until you came, now the word somehow became the only option and excuse he had left to stay with you. the title also served as a fine border - a line he never dared to cross out of fear of losing you, a line that constantly reminded him of his insignificant place in your ever-evolving and wonderful world.

however, when you give a pretty smile at his cheeky statement and suddenly grasp his collar to bring his lips against yours - the overpowering nectarine taste of flawed first love intrudes his mouth for him to savor.

he thought the privilege of kissing you was one only bestowed in his traitorous and unrealistic daydreams…however now that he’s unintentionally achieved the baffling opportunity to do so, his first instinct is to push you away. he thinks you deserve someone better - someone who wasn’t tied to countless obligations with a supreme clan, someone who could unfailingly devote his time on you, someone who might probably love you more than thoma himself presumes he does.

i never took you for a coward - he hears you whisper against his lips with a ghost of a smile - but i’m just saying…if you want me, then i’m yours.

and he does want you - perhaps if you’d allow him, for the rest of his life…and even longer.

SCARAMOUCHE

it was a terribly foolish scheme — out of all the infinite and considerably modest methods you could have concocted at the back of your mind, your actions somehow rebelled against your rationality and impulsively decided on the worst one…

is what he presumes you’re thinking, as he blankly gazes in astonishment after being abruptly knocked over to the ground, followed by the sudden sensation of something soft grazing against his lips.

he’s aware it’s all in an endeavor to distract him and for you look for an opportunity to slip away. after all you were presently held captive under him, as a consequence of ultimately failing to purloin the gnosis he recently traded with the fox lady to set the traveller free. however, never in his wildest dreams did he predict that you had the guts to kiss the balladeer himself, the sixth and most despicable harbinger of the fatui - risking your presently slim chances of freedom in this one mere osculation.

it’s a witless move - he belatedly chants in his mind, the pleasurable candied flavors of a forbidden fruit invading his lips, as his head spins and his expression strains to deny the irrefutably delightful taste of your soft appendages. his fingers absentmindedly grasp the billowing cloth of his massive headpiece for semblance, as his heart beginning to thump rapidly at your unforeseen action.

he probably shouldn’t, and he knows not to do so, but every incessant grumble of reason in his mind is immediately shoved out and forgotten about, and his hand swiftly reaches to clasp your cheek to impatiently draw you closer. you slightly lose your balance at the aggressive motion, briefly interrupting the kiss to catch yourself - but his free arm instinctively secures you in a safer position it, and he hungrily seizes you back to his mouth without even allowing you to catch your breath, the sudden collision inflicting a slight cut upon his dewy lips.

when you both finally break away for good, he quietly scoffs in irritation and shakes his head in disappointment. his eyes flicker to the ground as he resentfully adjusts his toppling hat, licking the blood that slowly pooled out of the fresh wound from his lips. in the end, scaramouche still had a duty to fulfill to his archon…and though the idea of you staying around a bit longer was somewhat enticing, your mere presence and the fact that you were both fighting on different sides, would only hinder him even more from achieving it.

“ten seconds…” he eventually grumbles in an incoherent manner, hastily turning away to hide the suffusing blush on his pale cheeks. “and if i still see you standing here, i’ll kill you.”

Ya'll remember that casita domain for SAGAU i had in mind??

here you guys go lol

sorry it took a while but here it is skdhsj it's kinda short tbh...

oh and ah impostor au

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Your feet finally gave in, falling face first onto a soft patch of grass that wasn't there before. It's strange; there should be nothing but dirt and debris below you, yet there was grass to cushion your fall somewhat instead.

You look back, the Archons seemed so much farther away now, but you still wanted to run despite your body begging for rest. You manage to sit up, looking down at the grass as a flower had bloomed from where your head landed.

'Was the flower always there?' You wondered, to which Teyvat answered your question by blooming yet another flower next to it, and another one, and another, and another. The flowers kept going in a line; all of the blooms in your favourite colors and comforting scents.

Nowhere else to go, you follow the flower trail. The closer you got to where they were leading you, the more flowers sprouted from the ground; each one seemingly trying to best the one before it, until a garden itself formed as you crossed a river.

Deciding to take a short break to rinse off, Teyvat hurriedly redecorates your old domain; a domain you were most familiar with and missed the most, your home.

Teyvat listens to the wishes of its creator; replacing all the luxurious architecture to the simple establishment you once sought comfort in. Sculptures of your divine being replaced by old trinkets you once bought when out with friends– or anything similar Teyvat had to offer.

Any trace of your divinity was gone, all that was left was the place you longed to return to the most.

You were home.

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It took a while, getting used to your somewhat new surroundings. Everything was familiar yet off; such as Teyvat substituting the electronics of your old house back in your world with electro slimes that wanted to be pet and played with; airconditioning replaced by mist flowers that were placed strategically by the windows to circulate the cool air.

(Alternatively, flaming flowers for heaters lmao)

Trying to sleep at night was terrible, though. You would wake up in tears, shaking and sweating all over as you recall the abuse you had endured. Teyvat had to remind you you were safe, the bed shaking ever so slightly to try and get the blanket on you again, or a basket of sunsettias and apples being brought to your desk by a small anemo slime.

You refused to step outside your new domain, and Teyvat knew this. After one particularly terrible nightmare, Teyvat had one more gift for you.

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"I'm going, I'm going!" You chuckle as the floor below you urged you to the front door. You shake slightly as the door opened to reveal the outside. It was so deceptively beautiful, it scared you.

"Teyvat..."

The ground shakes, mountains forming to seal off any entry to get to you. You were safe now.

"Thank you."

❝A god's puppet❞

Note! Hi hello, good evening, good afternoon, and good morning. Enjoy?

✎...Includes : A lot

❬Information: not much disturbing topics but cult and mentions of obsessive behaviours ❭

Intro:

So I have a thought,,,,, what if instead of a god who created,,, you were the god who controlled.

Like...You didn't create Teyvat. You controlled it.

You controlled people.

Archons even.

With the appearance of the traveler. Everything became strange. They could always feel an unknown presence around him— a presence that made them—everyone feel at ease.

Soon that presence start to linger around them too. It felt akin to a warm welcoming embrace. The presence so strong, so warm so, so addicting. They couldn't fight it when it started to control them.

Not even the strongest vision user could stop it, hell even Archons couldn't. It was far too powerful.

(I'm referring to when you pull for characters)

It was at first concerning but it didn't cause them any harm. Although wary they let it be. And sooner or later they start to get used to it.

In fact they start to like it. They start to crave it.

To them the presence was odd.... It lingers around them for days— weeks or maybe months sometimes years but then suddenly it disappeares- far more longer than the time they stayed. (Time is different in game and irl)

It was....strange—having used to being around it, they didn't like the feeling of the sudden emptiness whenever it wasn't around.

Why disappear so suddenly?

They wanted to ask. But they know they cant. It will never answer. You will never answer.

They also start to notice how weird everyone seems. Like how they (the NPCS) seem to always repeat the same thing whenever they (the characters) talk to them when you're around but will act normally when you aren't.

They start to question everything. What were you? Why do you affect the world around you?

They felt like they were puppets—the presence acting as the strings that bind them—while an unknown hand controls their every movement.

And they wished to know who that hand was. Who was the one powerful enough to control Archons? To control even the most powerful people in Teyvat? Who were you? And why can't they break free from you?

Then they start to misunderstand. Were you perhaps a God of some sort?

Well I mean. You could control Archons. If you were no God then what were you?

They start to become curious too. Curious as to who you were. To what you were.

That curiosity start to become some sort of obsession uh oh cult time. They couldn't find anything about you. You were a God who was not written in any transcript nor were you in any history books.

No one has heard of you— not even Zhongli nor did Venti. Ei's sister never told her about you.

To them it felt like an insult. How dare they not know about someone as great as you? How could they not know you?

You deserved to be known.

You needed to known.

It felt like a sin not to know you.

They start to gather. They start to call themselves your worshipper. Your dearest servants who would follow you to the ends of the world.

Your puppets.

They start to form groups—cults, that worship you, inviting non vision users to worship you and your name.

Each controlling entity in every nation start to make shrines dedicated to you

Jean who orders the knights to build a shrine outside Mondsadt City, tasking Albedo into making an outline of how the Shrine would look like. Venti can sometimes be seen admiring it.

Ningguang who builds a shrine somewhere in Liyue, adoring it with gold and many other jewels. The adepti also built a separate shrine somewhere in the mountains—often visited by Ganyu, Qiqi, Yanfei, Shenhe, Xiao and Zhongli.

Outside Tenshukaku, Ei orders the commissioners to build a shrine too— there's also one somewhere in Watatsumi island —one that is personally being taken care by Kokomi and Gorou.

The shrines were useless of course—since for some reason those things always seemed to disappear whenever you were around but would reappear when you aren't

What's the use of building it if you can't see it?

(it's not programmed in game,, A+ for effort tho)

And if you think that's bad wait 'til they become self aware.

idk if anyone has done this yet but whatever here is another contribution to SAGAU hope u enjoyed

A little preview of my Gwi nam's fic

Maybe it will be posted on this weekend.

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"There you are." Gwi nam looked so scary and you knew at that exact moment how fucked up you were. He was no longer just a human, but a monster too. "It was pretty cool playing hide and seek, but that's enough now, don't you think?"

"Fuck you, I'll kill you if you come near me!" you raised the pocketknife in your hand threateningly, although you were trembling a little. Gui Nam's lips curved slightly in a mischievous smile.

"Silly girl, you can't kill me," his voice contained an explicit malicious tone, full of promises of the things he could and would do to you from now on. "Behave yourself and I won't hurt you. Otherwise, it will be much worse."