Day 1 - 5 For 4x Week 2024!!!!!

Ena and 4x

MEOWMEO another bomb incoming!!/silly

(ill colour if bothered) I LOVEE FOURX

💛💙

i am so sick rn but at least i managed to finish this <3

more of these three

Day 20

Stupid dumbass <3

you're not allowed to be mad at them for annihilating your entire family actually. they're too cute

okay but x was a little messed up for this one

there was originally a rave about how much i love these two and their flaws here but i deleted it because people reading what i have to say scares me

(Absolutely don’t do this if you aren’t comfortable) ENA (Dream bbq) getting drunk with reader?

•☽────✧˖°˖ FIZZY VALLEY ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Drunk Salesperson Ena X Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (Ena: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): Mentions And Descriptions Of Alcohol

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ You should’ve known something was off when Ena invited you to what she called “a high-stakes engagement strategy brainstorm over beverages.” You were picturing coffee. Not tequila. Not her slamming two shot glasses on the bar and declaring, “Let’s reframe the concept of reality, darling.” She drinks like it’s a performance review—firm eye contact, exaggerated praise, and PowerPoint levels of misplaced confidence.

☆ Once Ena’s a few drinks in, her Salesperson side becomes so aggressively charming it’s like being smothered in coupon codes. “If you subscribe to this partnership now, I’ll offer you unlimited emotional support and complimentary hand-holding,” she hums, voice like cherry soda and half-suppressed giggles. You try to hide your flustered expression. She sees it. She logs it as “high conversion potential.”

☆ Her Meanie side doesn’t come out often at first—until she tries to order fries, but the kitchen’s closed. Suddenly she’s slamming her forehead on the bar, sobbing, “I AM THE TRAGIC EMBODIMENT OF CORPORATE WASTE—WHERE’S MY SALTED PRODUCTIVITY?!” You offer her a peanut. She throws the bowl at a breathing taxidermy moose.

☆ “Here’s your performance feedback,” she slurs, twirling a swizzle stick like a laser pointer, “You’re hot. You show initiative. You opened a door for me once. I will die for you.” You tell her that’s not how feedback works. She pulls out a clipboard from her suspenders and tries to make you sign a form titled “Love Contract (Beta).”

☆ She draws gimmicks on napkins. Terrible ones. Drunk ideas like “emotionally sentient office chairs” and “a pyramid scheme where everyone sells little hats.” You try to say “maybe we shouldn’t do this.” She claps a hand on your back like a frat bro and shouts, “WRONG ATTITUDE, PARTNER. THINK BIGGER.” Then she draws a diagram that’s just the word “VIBES” in a circle.

☆ She stares at you for a full minute, eyes glassy, voice flat: “Are you in the mood for shared assets and mutual annihilation, or should I put on my mask again and pretend not to like you?” You blink. She blinks. Her red side winks. You are either about to get kissed or yelled at. Or both. Probably both.

☆ The bar has one of those ancient karaoke machines. She picks a glitchy jazz remix of the Windows 95 startup sound. Halfway through she forgets the words (there are no words) and starts yelling improvised business jargon in rhythm. “Synergize my dividends, baby! Let’s OUTSOURCE THE PAIN!” Someone in the back cheers. You cry.

☆ Her Salesperson side leans over the counter, cheeks flushed, voice soft and too sincere: “Do you think people like me more when I smile? I’ve been smiling all night. It hurts now. But I—I want to be liked. I want you to like me. For me. Even if I mess up the pitch.” And her Meanie side chimes in: “GØD, I hate being real.”

☆ You’re not sure what triggered it—maybe someone said “quarterly”—but suddenly she’s sobbing into your shoulder like a malfunctioning LinkedIn ad. “I DIDN’T ASK TO BE A PRODUCT OF CAPITALISM! I just wanted to sell fruit. Or stickers! Or happiness! But now I’m selling ME!” You rub her back. She hiccups and asks if you’d still like her if she was “just a weird triangle girl with debt.”

☆ The bar’s quiet now. Her hat’s fallen off. You’re holding her upright and she’s murmuring nonsense like, “Let’s invest in each other’s feelings… diversify the pain into smaller dividends… I’ll build a company out of your laugh…” Then, barely audible: “You’re my best client. Don’t ever unsubscribe.” You smile. You don’t say anything. You just let her rest.

May I say something?

¿Puedo decir algo?

I need a fanfic with these two and just these two/j [you choose!]

Necesito un fanfic con estos dos y sólo estos dos/j [¡tú eliges!]

Okay, it will be a little angsty

X layied on theyr bed as the rain fell furiously into the ground

There was awfull lightning and tunders, the sky was furious like no other day

It has been a rougth week for x

Too much work, dumb shapes and numbers beeing mean to X for not knowing his value and the worst of all, theyr crush, 4, has been talking back abaut X

"Oh well" said X "i guess... im... worstless! Hahaha!"

X just rolled into theyr sheets as the rain fell furiously

Afrher a while of ugly crying, X decided that they wanted to go to the kitchen for whater, as he entered the kitchen he heard a knok on the door

"Huh?" X looked at the window "who could it be in this ugly rain?"

It was 4, with complelty damaged Flowers on hand, waving at X

X hesitated a little bit, but he opened the door for 4

4 entered the house, weting the floor, he apologised for that and ofered the flowers to X

"Thanks... but what are you doing here 4?"

"I came here to apologise... i haven’t been clear abaut my feelings towards you..."

"Oh... your feelings towards me" X crosed theyr arms "if i remember correctly, you were talking awfull things abaut me! My stupid quirks my, stupid yellow colour, and my voice! You were tired of them!"

"Because i can't get enougth of it...."

X face were a little bit of suprice, but they didn’t let his softh words softhen them

"You heard me wrong... i don’t dislike you, on the countrary! I love you..."

X eyes widened, but He was not sure to belive 4 or not...

"Its okay if you don’t feel the same way- ACHOOO!!!" 4 just caugth a cold

"Oh dear... come inside, get a towel and warm yourself"

Afther getting a towel and warming himself 4 sat in the couch... looking at X

X looked at the floowers, they were damaged, but they were pretty

4 tried to grab X's hand, but X took it of

"Im... sorry X..." 4 looked down "i want to... i... im just an idiot i shuldn’t have said that withaut expalining myself properly..."

X looked at 4

"I still want to... be with you... so... may i... be your parner?"

X though for a minute

"How much do you think i value...?"

4 was shoked at that question

"I don’t know... but... i know how much you matter for me... how much do you worth... for me..." 4 twirled his fingers

X let a few tears roll out of his face

"Thank you 4..." X wiped theyr tears "i really needed it..."

4 went to X's side and kiss them on the cheek

X looked at 4 with a surprice

4 kissed X again, this time, on the mounth

Thw rain keept falling... but this time, a littñe bit more calmly

4 and X cuddleled in the sofá huging heach other and giving kisses to each other in time to time

"I love you X... you weird little thing"

"I love you too 4... thanks for the flowers..."

"ACHOOO!!-"

"Are you okay 4- ACHOOO!!-"

"...im sorry X"

Heya gutzy! Thanks for the request! I don’t usually take request but whatever

I hope you liked it! Im sorry if the personalities doesn’t fit... i don’t know the characters, sorry!

Welp have a nice day