L-luxem - LUXEM

when i dont know enough in an area of my special interest

(yandere! seller x gn! reader) (slight nsfw? idk)

when he said he'd give you a special gift you didn't expect... whatever the hell this is.

you were expecting a free plushie or something, not... not a love letter and money! okay, the money was appreciated but the love letter? what the hell?

'I love you so much... you're so cute, I wanna bite you....'

that's not even the worst part! like, it gets worser from here! he talks about how he knows everything about you... how he would devote his entire life to you if you would just let him...

bro you didn't even know he existed before this online order.

and what's with this weird white stain at the end of the letter? it messed up his name and now you don't even know what to call him!

oh well, maybe you'll email him about it? i mean, he probably won't respond quick since it's a sunday and he's a small business owner but-

iloveyouplsletmeloveyou@gmail.com: hi <3 i see that you are unsatisfied with our product and gift? use this new code for another free gift upon your next purchase!

iloveyouplsletmeloveyou@gmail.com: SIGMA5

okay, what the fuck.

you hadn't even sent him anything.

why the hell did he respond?

how did he know you were absolutely flabbergasted with his gift?

...was he stalking you?

you immediately turn your head, frantically looking around for any hint that he was indeed stalking you. none.

you breathe out a shaky sigh of relief before your blood runs cold again.

iloveyouplsletmeloveyou@gmail.com: that is not very skibidi of you :(

iloveyouplsletmeloveyou@gmail.com: are you afraid of me? please don't be...

iloveyouplsletmeloveyou@gmail.com: btw i'm in your closet lol

you stare at the new responses, blinking slowly before deciding to turn off your phone. you then stand up, walking towards your nearest wall before smashing your head against it in hopes of ascending to the next plane.

that's right fellas! if you don't want to deal with your troubles just bash your head into a wall! haha, what do you mean there's a guy coming out of your closet? just ignore him silly!

"darling! what the hell are you doing-"

ah... you must be ascending already. there's a new voice in the room! he's even trying to pull you away? he must be an angel...

"sweetheart please! this is not very fanum tax of you!"

"i'm wallmaxxing."

"oh. in that case..."

the guy that came out of your closet joins you in smashing his head against the wall.

yes! embrace the joy of wallmaxxing together!

when i dont know enough in an area of my special interest

FUCK YEA CANONICALLY HOT SENSHI

&&　　decided to write my own ahahah. It's a silly little thing that's been in my notes app, rotting. So here it is. Love me some pretty boy Yans and tired workaholics. Not sure what to call this?? Is it a blurb?? Or???

PRETTY BOY! YAN X MALE! READER

(context: you know each other via dating app)

You stared at the pretty boy in front you with possibly the most blank expression humanly possible. He breaks into a sweat under your intense gaze, attempting to stare back at you before giving up. This was one hell of a date. Was this his punishment? Did you finally find out that he's been stalking you for months now and are staring in disgust at his frustratingly beautiful face?

He wept in silence, his smile faltering at the awkward atmosphere as you continued to stare at him with those handsomely yet concerning half-lidded eyes of yours that practically had your eye bags engraved around it (like seriously. he understood why you'd stay up late to work overtime but please just take a break).

He hoped something, anything would come out of your mouth.

"You know," oh thank God.

"Never thought you'd be this cute. Thought you were cat fishing me or something." You said with a nonchalant tone. He sighed in relief. So you weren't disgusted, you were just observing his handsome face.

"Honestly, I'd probably kill myself right here, right now."

He choked on air.

did he hear you correctly?

"I beg your pardon—??" He breathed out, concern very evident in his tone and in his face. You simply blinked in response before realizing what you'd just said;

"Oh—sorry. I'm not in a good mental state right now. You're just really attractive and I currently don't want to live."

He could only deadpan at that information. He knew of your issues, how could he not? From your wrinkled business attire to that raccoon den that you call your apartment, it was hard not to notice. Still, he loves you for that... Still concerned though.

(based off an image in Pinterest that I don't have with me rn)