#august headcanons

— AUGUST STILZA YANDERE HEADCANONS + SCENARIO!

.ᐟ OOHHH LEMME COOK WITH THIS ONE, BABYYY!!!

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In his eyes, you are the perfect muse. No matter if you're short, tall, thin, wide, you're the person who he dreams of creating clothes for

Absolutely smitten by your reactions when he lets you try his designs. The doors are locked, a Do-Not-Disturb sign hanging on the knob, as he does not want others to see you in his clothing

"OOHHH, BABY! YOU LOOK SO DAMN GOOD ON THAT!" "GIVE ME A TWIRL—OH, MAMA, THINK YOU JUST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!"

The same hyper-focus he puts into his projects shifts entirely onto you when you walk into his workshop. He abandons the fabrics and spins around to greet you with that too-bright smile

"You're here! Good! I work better when you're 'round here, y'know!"

His jealousy is loud as well. If someone gets too close to you, he'll laugh too loudly, stepping beside you while snaking an arm around your waist

"Buddy... why're you talking to my person?" "August... he was just asking for some directions." "So he's lost and stupid? Man, what a sad combo."

He doesn't really hide his jealousy; in fact, he sees it as a form of affection. Kind of a way to protect you

He procrastinates on everything except you. Deadlines? Ignored. Repairs for uniforms? Half-finished. Designs? Haven't even began brainstorming! But the moment you asked for something, no matter how big or small it is, he finishes it the same day no questions asked

"HERE, BABY! I finished it all up—just for you!" "Thank you, August! You didn't have too, though. Don't you have some uniforms that need repairs?" "Eh, you're more important than those."

This man is LOUD in all capital letters. Doesn't hesitate to put a claim on you the moment he laid eyes on you

"HEYA! THAT'S MY FUTURE PARTNER RIGHT THERE! HELL YEAH, THEY ARE, SO BACK OFF!"

Almost all of your clothes are handmade by August—and it shows. His colours cling to you, like a bold statement to everyone else that you're his. He knows your shape, posture, silhouette better than you ever could, so of course, he took the initiative. Your old clothes? Gone. Replaced with a brand-new wardrobe crafted entirely by him!

"August! You really didn't have too..." "It's my pleasure, baby! Besides, you look so much better with those colours of mine!"

He's extremely and impossibly clingy—almost to the point of suffocation. If he's not out there dragging you into his workshop under the guise of a "motivation booster," he's never far from your side. Even when you're around other Cleaners, he's practically glued to your back

He'll try to isolate you—he wants to monopolise your attention on him and only him. Why would you need other people when he's loud enough for you two? But, knowing that it's futile, he'll resort to subtle methods to ensure you always end up in his workshop. A missing stich. A collar that's slightly too tight. A layer on the verge of falling off. Somehow, your uniform always has one minor yet glaring problem after mission—yet your everyday outfits remained perfectly fine

"August... Are you there? Sorry to bother you, but my uniform—" "BABYYY!! DIDN'T I TELL YA THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME IN MY HUMBLE ABODE!"

If someone else tries to wear a design meant for you, he'll be silent and terrifying calm

"I'll give you three seconds to take that off before I sew you up dead."

He keeps everything you accidentally leave behind. Be it a scrap of paper, hairpin, or even a broken button, he has an entire shelf both in his bedroom and workshop dedicated to your stuff. It's surprisingly well-hidden too, though most just assume it's spare items

Eishia has to hear everything about you through his brother. It gets to the point where she, too, knows almost everything there is to know about you—and the girl only encounters you whenever you're injured or hanging out with Team Akuta!

"AND THEN, THEY SMILED AND HUGGED ME AS THANK YOU! AREN'T THEY SUCH A SWEETHEART, EISHEY-WEISHEY?!" "Brother... you've been telling me that story for five hours already."

The reason he shares so much with his sister is because it's important to him that his family likes and approves of you. You can bet that Grandma Alice is sick and tired of hearing August yap about you that she all but demands him to just marry you already

"AUGUST! IF YOU LIKE THEM THAT MUCH, JUST MARRY THEM ALREADY AND SHUT UP." "BUT, GRAN-GRAN! IF I MARRY THEM, THEN I'LL HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM EVEN MORE!"

He already has numerous wedding dresses sketched and ready to be made. He just had to always get your measurements just in case of any last-minute changes

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YOU ONLY STOPPED by August's workshop to have him fix your uniform for the nth time. Sighing, you glared at the clothing bundled in your hand. Why was it always you? The other Cleaners didn't have your streak of bad luck with uniforms—hell, there was even a betting pool on if you were going to return with an intact uniform.

So far, nobody has betted on that.

You grumbled, dragging your feet toward the double doors with a clear sign in red, bold ink: DO NOT DISTURB! GO AWAY! IF YOU ENTER, I WILL NIBBLE ON YOUR TOES (THAT'S NOT A THREAT, BUT A PROMISE!)

You knocked twice before opening the door in a small gap. "August...?" you called out, voice low. "I'm sorry to bother you, but my uniform—"

You didn't even have time to finish your sentence before the door swung wide open with a bang. August stood in front of you, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world, as his eyes settled on you under his goggles.

"BABYYY!" he greeted, enveloping you in a tight hug, "DIDN'T I TELL YA THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME IN MY HUMBLE ABODE?!"

Weakly, you replied, "Um, yeah. But you had your sign up, so I figured you were doing something important."

August all but threw his head back wildly, craning his neck and cackling so loud that the sound bounced off the workshop walls like a malfunctioning fire alarm. You were anticipating a groggy Zanka arriving a few minutes later to complain about the noise, grumpily muttering about letting people sleep in during their day off.

"IMPORTANT?!" the blond man barked, lifting you clean off the ground. "BABY, THE ONLY IMPORTANT THING I SEE RIGHT NOW IS YOU!"

You sighed, all too used with August's antics as you dangled helplessly in his arms, legs swinging like a depressed wind chime. "Put me down, August," you wheezed.

He did, ever so gently. Your feet landing softly on the floor, surrounded by piles of sketches, fabrics, and trinkets that went along on the Cleaner’s uniform.

“So!” August started, already siting on his chair and leaning forward at your direction. “What’re you here for, babe? Got another project for me? Wanna watch me work on the uniforms? OH! I got it—“ he snapped a finger, smiling brightly “—you finally wanna go on a date with me!”

You blushed, remembering how this man has no filter nor shame with it comes to his feelings to you. Not that you weren't well aware already, but it never ceases to amaze you that he could repeatedly confess to you even when you're still trying to untangled your emotions.

"You wish!" you coughed, hiding your flushed cheeks before pushing your uniform to his chest. "My uniform acted up again during my mission... The seams were undone so I had to fight while not flashing any trash beasts."

August bellowed with laughter, doubling over so hard he nearly toppled his chair. "HAAAA?! THAT UNIFORM OF YOURS IS A MENACE, BABY! A CRIMINAL!" He snatched the fabric from your hands and held it up to the light, squinting fiercely through his goggles. "IT DARES TO SHOW YOU OFF TO THOSE TRASH BEASTS! UNFORGIVABLE!"

He then struck a pose, one hand hiding his lower face while the other, still holding your uniform, pointed straight at you. "Only I get to see you like that, yeah!"

You shook your head, already too used to hearing those words. "Yeah, yeah. Only you, August. Only you," you repeated, a small smile tugging your lips as he cheered in delight. "Anyway, can you find the time to repair the seams? I have another mission tomorrow."

"I CAN DO IT RIGHT NOW!" he barked, spinning around his chair so fast you had to hold his shoulders down.

"You really can do it later if you're busy—"

He zipped your mouth with a finer, smirking as he clicked his tongue. "Baby, did ya forgot? The only important thing here is you." He then turned to the table, opening a cabinet as he began working on your uniform. His hands moved fast, threading needles, tugging seams, and stitching with a frenzied precision that you hoped won't result in another meeting tomorrow.

Every so often, he'd glance up at you, eyes bright and unblinking, like he was making sure you hadn't left yet. Well, you learned better than to leave early when asking him for repairs.

You also didn't really give it much of a thought that you were in his workshop in an almost daily basis. You're fighting skills were close-combat whilst others tended to have some sort of respectable distance from the trash beasts, so it made sense to you that your uniform was more of a victim than theirs.

August suddenly stood, startling you as he draped the repaired uniform over your shoulders, his hands lingering just a heartbeat too long.

"There," he murmured, voice low and almost gentle. "Perfect fit. Just like always."

You looked down at the perfectly mended stitches, so clean you could barely tell it was torn apart just moments earlier. You smiled at him, patting his biceps gratefully. "Thanks again, August. I owe you one." Then, your smile gained a teasing edge to it, softly punching his arm. "You made sure it'll stay in one piece this time, right?"

August's smile stretched wide, almost reaching his eyes as he hugged you tight. "No need for any of that, baby! All you gotta do is stay by my side always, yeah!"

His fingers squeezed your shoulders, nails almost digging into your muscles as he inched his face closer to yours. "Come back any time your uniform breaks! Or when it doesn't! Or for no reason at all! This workshop's as yours as it is mine!"

You laughed, nodding to his words. "Yes, yes; I hear you, August. Thanks again!" You turned back, already a step over his doors before sending one final look over your shoulder. "Oh! And make sure your door's not locked later, okay? Heard that the kitchen's making some desserts tonight!"

"WOULDN'T MISS IT FOR THE WORLD, BABY!" August laughed, dying down when you closed the door shut.

Damn, he already missed your presence. The warmth you radiated as you leaned against him, watching him repair your uniform. The way he could feel your heartbeat thumping against his shoulder blades, buzzing him with so much restless affection he almost threw away the fabrics and pulled you to his lap.

He reached up, touching the spot on his biceps where your hand rested, as though the heat still lingered there. His grin softened, imaging how you would react if he leaned down for a kiss during that moment. He bet you would blush like crazy, face burning like a fire to skillet while trying to hide behind your uniform.

Then, it dawned on August that he didn't really answer your last question. Not that you noticed it, but it brought a sense of satisfaction and thrill that you still trusted him even after all the mishaps your uniform had given you.

And if he had "accidentally" left a few button loose on your uniform, well... all you had to do was come back to him again.

Pairing: August x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, definitely NOT proofread

August who just LOVES styling. Everyday was basically a fashion show for him. Especially the days when you weren't expected to wear you uniform.

August who always submits himself to your requests. You ask for a cute with detailed fur? You got it! Or how about some capri's with embroidered flowers going up the leg? Just give him a few business days.

August who sometimes gets red whenever you brag about your clothes. Immediately making sure to whomever you're talking to that they better request him of anything.

August who has all your favorite patterns and colors memorized. He has piles and piles scattered in his work space. Whether Cheeta print or simple hot pink lace.

August who has made you an entire collection of lingerie and stringy bikinis. He pounces whenever you decide to wear one of his 'special' pieces for him, and just how well you respond. And when you wear one of your skimpy bikini's or swimsuits out, he is definitely your biggest cheerleader. Generously adding sunscreen to places you can't reach. Even made you matching sunglasses, flip flops, and cover up that goes with your outfit.

August who sometimes makes coordinating outfits for the two of you, sometimes even with Eishia as well. Which usually results in the three of you going out together, well more like Eishia getting dragged along in a certain extent.

How it feels to shair a bed with him?

SFW

Zanka, Gris, August, Follo taking care and cuddling, Headcanons, Fluff and sweet stuff (request)

Zanka

💌He's the type to get embarrassed easily, so he won't give long speeches, letting his actions speak for him.

💌After training together, he'll rush to bring you water or a towel for your sweat.

💌He'll keep an eye on you at all times during missions, checking if your shoelaces are tied properly or if you're wearing your mask correctly.

💌He'll stroke your back or head to congratulate you on a job well done.

💌 When sleeping, he lies with one arm under your head; the deeper he sleeps, the more he'll wrap a leg around you.

💌If you try to move, one of his hands will move up to your waist to pull you closer.

💌 He'll definitely fall asleep faster next to you.

Gris

💌He loves physical contact and will constantly have a hand on your waist or lower back.

💌He'll tell you that you're his favorite person in the world every five minutes.

💌He'll keep an eye on you, checking if you ate, slept well, or how your day went.

💌He wouldn't let you hang out with Enjin, of course.

💌He'd spend time alone looking for gifts for you. If you collect anything, he'd definitely look for something for your collection.

💌He moves around a lot in his sleep, but he's always trying to touch you, even if it's just with one hand.

💌Definitely only Big Spoon, no matter if it's hot or cold.

💌He'd wake up in the middle of the night to check that you're covered.

August

💌He'd be designing matching outfits for special occasions.

💌He loves having you around when he's designing something.

💌He'd take your hand and pull you close, loving it when you sit on his lap.

💌He'd shout that he loves you and give you super cute and sweet nicknames.

💌When you sleep, you'll most likely end up with his hair all over you.

💌He'd hold you close almost all night.

💌When you wake up, he'd open one eye first to check that you're still there and then snuggle up to you like a cat.

Follo

💌If you're tired, he'd sit next to you and let you rest your head in his shoulder

💌He'd tuck your hair behind your ear just to see your beautiful eyes.

💌 He loves kissing your forehead and holding you warmly, no matter the situation.

💌He adores it when you hold his hand and pull him close for walks.

💌When sleeping, he'd maintain his own space, perhaps sleeping face to face.

💌He's a light sleeper, so if you wake up, he'll get up with you to check you're okay.

💌He likes it when you rest your head on his chest and hug him around the waist.

✦ content. . . scent headcanons for modern au, part one, ft. corvus, enjin, semiu, bro, tamsy, gris, follo, tomme, august, zodyl, jabber, and bundus

corvus ; comforting, expensive, rich, mysterious, just like the man himself.

he smells like staying in a cute little café, the lingering scent of fresh coffee mixing with the soft, silky blend of vanilla ice cream and hot espresso. the scent of rum adds richness that's only enhanced by warm spices like cardamom, cinnamon, and clove, but it's not too overpowering.

enjin ; balance of smoky and creamy sweetness and a hint of citrus.

he smells like he just came back from having a cigarette after attending a nice dinner, and the smoky scent isn't too much. coconut and nutmeg adds a touch of milky sweetness and warm spice, while bergamot and benzoin bring in that citrus-y orange smell and soft vanilla touch that makes him smell mouthwateringly good.

semiu ; romantic, sweet night after a long walk through a garden.

she smells so inviting, yet also out of everyone's league. the scent of sweet cherries melts into the cacao buttery richness, adding a juicy, fruitiness. the floral notes of jasmine and rose bring out a lush, honeyed sweetness together, and the cedarwood gives that extra woody depth.

Included ; Zanka, Follo, August, Enjin, Gris and Bro Santa

A/N ; got this idea from a tiktok involving a different fandom :))

!!wholesome, Gentle and cuddly only!!

Zanka.

• He panics at first, he was probably going to toss you in self defense if he didn't recognize the hands/arms wrapped around him.

• Hesitantly turns around but doesn't wrap his arms around you at first, he lifts your chin up to examine if your upset before he hugs you.

• If in a closed room alone, he's quick to hug you back and completely sinks into your touch.

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Follo.

• You make him jump, that or you can feel a chill/shiver run down his body. He'll probably apologize like you're not the one who just scared him.

• He doesn't ay anything about you holding him, doesn't move to change how you're both standing. Let's you cling on to him, he admittedly likes it as well. But, He will slowly go back to what he's doing and you're a special edition.

• After a while, he gets used to this. If you walk up an hug him from behind whilst working later on, he won't react much and continues his business until you say otherwise.(ofc if you're sad, he's fixing everything thats wrong.)

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August.

• "Heyyy! Wow, What's up mamas?" Like beast boy, if you look up sad then he's dropping everything he's doing. Hands cupping your face.

• He'll let you hold him if you say that's what you need, he won't deal with silence though. He's talking to you the whole time you're with him, he changes topics, he's asking about missions, He's helping to keep your mind off things.

• He got a chair that had no backrest because he wanted you to be able to hug him easier, he never told you that's why but it was pretty obvious.

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Enjin.

• "Woow Handsy much?" Or "Wow! What's got you all clingy?" Are the most common phrases when you hug him from behind.

• if more casual, then he sits his hands on yours as he'll go back to his business. Of course until you ask for attention, then everything's being set down for you. "Ya' just had to ask"

• Will immediately pick you up if your upset, like if you gave him puppy dog eyes then your feet are becoming disconnected from the ground. "What's wrong? What happened?", he at first will offer to fix your problem before he shifts to helping you fix it.

(He probably has a problem with wanting to fix your issues, he tries working on it.)

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Gris.

• He's quick to checking if your okay, he's silent at first cause he's containing himself. If anyone hurt you emotionally or physically then he'll probably see red.

• if you just need to hold him then he's pulling you to the front of him, his arms around you as he holds you tightly. Most of the time he'll walk away to sit with you until you're ready, but if he can't then he's lifting you up and is all "alright back to business" with you still in his arms. (TRUST that He has the strength to hold you up and do work.)

• He'll only talk to you softly if you're clung to him, you're precious and he's worried that if he's too loud then you'll shrink. If he makes you shrink then how dare he, He's damned to the ends of the earth in his mind.

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Bro Santa.

• He straight up thinks you're one of the Team Kid members until he actually looks down at you, "Oh my! I am so sorry-" is probably repeated a few times afterwards. (He genuinely feels bad)

• "Oh, wow are you okay?" And his voice drops lowly as his hands carefuly cradle your head up to him, thumbs rubbing your cheeks and under your eyes as he's sushing you.

• He'll lift you up if you just want him, he'll sit with you half on his lap half just curled against him to a point you were simply hovered. If the Team kid members ask if you're okay then Bro is telling them that you just need some affection.