#mod connie

Are you a..heh RIZZLER

hello and thank you for sending us an ask, we dearly hope you enjoy these scenarios! :)

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💚 Gon 💚

• maybe you did go a little overboard with the bread, but sometimes, you just had to let loose. so, there you were, lying on the floor with sliced bread on every surface in the room, the empty bags discarded who knows where.

• you were too caught up in your bread to notice the knock on the door, but Gon’s youthful voice snapped you out of your haze. meeting his twinkling, brown eyes, you realize how this must look to someone else. yikes.

• “hey! um, what’s with all the bread everywhere, Y/N?” Gon questions, an eyebrow cocked. he stood there in the doorway of your dirty little secret, arms clutching the straps of his bag.

• “well. you see. i just.. was really hungry for a sandwich?” you strained a fib, mentally facepalming at the waver of your tone. Gon lets out an ‘ooohhh!’ sound, finding himself amazed with your spontaneity.

• next thing you know, Gon is helping himself to the loose bread, stacking his own ingredients on them.

❤️ Kurapika ❤️

• “would you like more tea, mr. raccoon?” you propose, raising the hot kettle towards him. your furry friend chitters with a twitch of his nose, the obvious signal for yes. leaning forward on your shins, you happily pour the well-dressed mr. raccoon a fresh cup of tea.

• a muffled call of your name followed by footsteps and a knock on the door catches the attention of your guests and yourself.

“oh, that must be Kurapika,” you explain to your friends, “come in!”

• Kurapika opens the door, taking a step in before he processes his surroundings. speechless, he quickly blinks a couple times to be sure his eyes are telling the truth, then decides to question you.

• “y/n...?” he starts, as you simply offer him a warm smile.

“hi, Kurapika! you’re just in time, i made a fresh pot of tea!”

“am i interrupting something?” he takes a step back.

• shaking your head ‘no’, you prepare a cup of tea for him. mr. raccoon scurries up to Kurapika, lightly tugging at his pant leg.

“they want you to stay!” you invite.

“i’ll have to pass, y/n, um, maybe another time.” he bluffs, before excusing himself out.

•you shrug, turning your attention back to your cordial critters.

“he wasn’t dressed for the occasion, anyways.” you jest, eliciting a harmony of delighted purrs.

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Ana: It's working! How'd you do that?

I decided to make more Best Friend Dolls, this time for the Girls of the Year. Part 1/2

Hello. I'm a Till or 틸.

I'm 21.

You can ask me really anything as long as it’s not outright crude or disgusting.

Likes: Mizi, songwriting, drawing, nature

Dislikes: Ivan, every alien but especially Urak, doctors

hi there and thank you for the ask, i sincerely hope you enjoy these headcanons. :)

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💕 Hisoka 💕

• Hisoka wasn’t one to fall for tricks, manipulation, or games. more importantly, he wouldn’t ever find himself in a situation where he could be physically overpowered. so, you had to be very deliberate with your actions.

• you knew that Hisoka had been drawn to you for your apparent potential, as well as your superficial charm. you led him on with this performance, until you felt that he was with you in the long run. it was easy to slip in your repressed feelings, starting with a nervous breakdown, telling him that you were so grateful for him and that he couldn’t ever leave you.

• Hisoka responded with reassurance and a promise, a promise that you’d soon hold against him. more of your underlying self broke through, the unhinged episodes becoming more constant.

• “you’re going to leave me, aren’t you...? the promise you made was bound to break one day, Hisoka... i know.” you wept, clutching his cropped shirt.

“my darling... i’m still here with you, aren’t i?” he coos, stroking the top of your hair. Hisoka lifts your chin with his free hand, making you gaze up into his honey-hued eyes. crocodile tears spilled from your eyes, before you squeeze them shut and push your head into his warm chest, craving the comfort of his heartbeat.

• Hisoka simply smirks, finding your behavior endearing rather than manipulative, and pulls your waist in to his body. your mind swirled with thoughts of your next ploy, deeming this one a success. your lover may be the notoriously cunning one, but he wasn’t the only one with cards up his sleeves. no matter what extravagant act you had to pull, you’d keep him here with you forever.

🖤 Illumi 🖤

• “i’m tired of this, Illumi! i never have enough time with you anymore, you’re always off somewhere else! i thought we were more important to you, but apparently not!” you snarled, your eyes piercing his form like freshly-sharpened knives. he sat there on the couch, taking every attack that you send his way.

• you wished for more of a rise out of him, but you were well-aware of what you were getting into when you had first started dating Illumi. this didn’t stop you from taking it up a notch, though. yelling in feigned frustration, you swiftly charge up to the end table next to Illumi, before recklessly punching the lamp so hard that it flies into the nearest wall.

• Illumi finally takes action, standing up from his resting place on the couch, and calmly approaches you. he places a hand on your left shoulder, staring down at you.

“y/n. it’s time to calm down. stop, okay?” he states, never losing eye contact.

“are you going to do better for us, Illumi? i can’t take being away from you for so long, i don’t know if you still care about me!” you cry out, hands balling into fists at your sides.

“i care for you. i don’t want to see you act like this again. i won’t be away so often anymore.” he explains, enveloping your fists with his palms.

• after that, you felt reassured that your control on him was secure. Illumi did come home to you in a more timely manner, as he wanted to avoid another one of your outbursts, but you’d find something new to nitpick soon.

💜 Chrollo 💜

• escaping the scene before the Phantom Troupe wrapped up their gathering, you rehearsed your contingent lies about your whereabouts that night. Chrollo wasn’t too gullible, you had simply mastered the art of deceit. making your way back into your shared home, you perfected the fake scene of your presence there the entire evening.

• just as expected, Chrollo walks through the door, and you greet him with a quick peck on the lips, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“good evening, y/n. what have you been up to tonight?” he queries, a soft smirk adorning his face.

“nothing much, my love, just waiting to see your pretty face again~” you half-lie, as you truly did think of him as pretty, and you stroke the fur neck of his coat. he hums in acknowledgement before entering further into your home.

• Chrollo takes a seat at the kitchen table and you lean next to him, propping an elbow on the surface to rest your cheek.

“Chrollo? do you have feelings for anyone in the Phantom Troupe?” you ask, anticipating his usual response when you grilled him about potential affairs.

“no, my love. i only have eyes for you. have i not made that clear?”

• confusion filled his senses when you acted like this, as he couldn’t understand why you’d be insecure or even jealous about his ‘relations’. he’d always appease you, telling you both the truth and what you liked to hear. Chrollo hoped the situation didn’t reach the point where he’d have to prove himself. how would he? Phantom Troupe and its members reserved a place deep in his heart, but he wouldn’t let you start to think that it rivaled his affections for you.

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