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overtail · 28 days

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ATLA Headcannons - Dating Them ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

These are all MY headcannons, and you dont have to agree on them :3

Aang ༄

-since you two are so young, it tends to be awkward at first

-hes very touchy, but he'll try his best not to show it

-he'd love to hug you by wrapping his arms around you waist and bringing you tight. the feeling of your cheek against his chest makes his stomach flutter

-if you're a non-bender, he'll be very protective towards you. if you were ever taken or lost, he'd behave just like when appa was stolen by the sand benders

-he spends most of his free time daydreaming about you

-'you've got, nice, uh, ears?'

-horrible at compliments

-you hear whenever he asks Sokka for crappy advice

-absolutely adores when your hair is down (fem)

-when it comes to liking guys, he prefers longer hair (masc)

-blushes when you ruffle his grown out hair

-he'll take you on rides on appa when you're feeling down

-'i'd love to try, but there's meat in the stew..'

-if you were a bender, he'd always be begging you to teach him moves and tactics even if you didnt know how to be an instructor

-loves skin to skin contact, and will press his bare chest against your back when sleeping

Sokka 𖦹

-the BIGGEST nagger

-can't ever stop moving while sitting around the fire

-won't keep his lips off yours when you're alone

-will fall head over heels for an angsty teen boy (masc)

-especially mean to you when he likes you, and teases you while dating

-thinks your aggression is hot

-very protective of you, even if you're strong/a warrior

-'shit- i mean uhm.."

-cussing problem

-both of you guys are stupid together, so when you were thirsty and dehydrated in the desert, you both got high on cactus juice

-'heh.. you see that flying shark cat?'

-loves seeing you embrace your feminine side (fem)

-love language is cooking for you, even if he sucks

-crappy pick up lines work but just because you think his attempt is cute

-'did i hurt when you fell from heaven?'

Zuko ☄

-not very open about his emotions in the beginning

-when he gets comfortable with you, he'll sometimes cry in your arms at night

-arm across your shoulders or around your waist CONSTANTLY.

-and when i mean constantly, i mean constantly.

-when hes fire lord, he'll have a designated room for whatever hobby you're passionate about

-'the greenhouse is just outside-' 'A GREENHOUSE?!'

-thinks stretch marks are the most beautiful thing

-can stare at your face for hours on end because hes so lost in your eyes

-loves doodling you in his notebooks

-if hes in an angry mood, he'll always have a soft spot for you

Katara ≈

-jealous jealous jealous girl

-love splashing you with water just to bother you

-runs her fingers through your hair at night to calm both of you down

-embarrassed when you catch her singing

-she hates it when you leave a mess

-super cuddly when tired

-loves stupid nicknames

-'whatever you say, princess.' 'what did you just call me?'

-loves telling stories you've heard 1000 times over and over again

-SUPER big hugger

-will elbow you when she can sense you're annoying someone

Toph ᨒ

-will always find a way to wind in an argument

-constantly using being blind as an excuse

-'i can't clean up the mess if i CAN'T SEE IT.'

-super giggly when you tell jokes, but only when its you

-jumps around with joy when she hears that you're gonna be joining the gaang on a mission

-hates when you hold her in your arms because she can't feel the floor

-women with deep voices make her weak in the knees (fem)

-unsurprisingly, fighting is one of her love languages -- she likes competing with her favorite people

-loves when you tell a story in detail, especially the juicy ones

-holds your hand whenever walking somewhere

Suki ❀

-loves spending time outdoors (picnic dates, walks, exploring)

-she loves putting you in makeup because you look ridiculous (masc)

-very inexperienced when it comes to romance

-'why are you kissing my neck? That's not where my lips are..'

-loses things CONSTANTLY and always makes you help her look for it

-loves dancing with you

-pathological liar, but only when it comes to stories

-'one time, i saw the unaki eat a child.'

-listening to rain and cuddling in front of a window makes her feel so happy

-loves taking care of children with you, and looks forward to having kids

-loves your corny jokes

...

BONUS!!

Sexuality headcannons..

Aang: unlabeled

he just sorta loves who he loves

Sokka: Bisexual with a preference for women

Says hes a ladies man, but will fall for a boy from time to time (*cough cough* zukka)

Zuko: Gay

Im sorry ladies but just LOOK AT HIM.

Katara: Pansexual

I love kataang with my whole heart so i couldn't really see her with anyone else, but if Aang wasn't in the picture she'd date a few girls

Toph: Lesbian

like cmonnnnn

Suki: Straight

im sorry but im a sucker for strong straight females

#aang #avatar the last airbender #fandom #fanfic #fluff #katara #sokka #sokka x reader #katara x reader #katara x aang #toph #toph x reader #atla suki #suki x reader #zuko #prince zuko #zuko x reader #headcanon

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bridoesotherjunk · 4 months

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they released the railer for kung fu panda 4 and i'm sorry but the fox girl or whatever she is- the one being voiced by awkwafina- looks so BORING

she does not look like she fits in the Kung Fu Panda universe. her style is all wrong.

Like just fucking look at that - she looks like she should be in Zootopia. WHERE ARE THE SHAPES AND LINES??? That Kung Fu Panda style????

like,, compare her to Tigress. there's NO stylization to this new fox girl's eyes or face. Her paws match the style of Kung Fu Panda 1-3, but that's literally it.

even comparing her to Po, who has an exceptionally simple design - she doesn't MATCH. Her fur texture looks ridiculously over soft. like they tried to match the hyper cute and cuddly look of Disney and Illumination. I don't know how the story is going to play out, but her design is massively underwhelming and I'm disappointed in it.

#kung fu panda 4 #dreamworks #kfp #tai lung #kung fu panda #character design #she looks boring i'm sorry #her design sucks #kfp 4 #po kung fu panda #dragon warrior #tigress #dreamworks animation

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sminiac · 3 months

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Heyy can we get soul bf if not its okay i really live your intak,theo and keeho ver.

⋆ Haku Shota + Reader

💌 — Of course I can my sweets! Thank you sm <3!!!

Bf!Soul who buys you the silliest gifts whether he’s travelling or not, the type to see ads of utterly ridiculous items that would have no practical value to it and still put them into his cart without hesitation and giggles to himself when handing the package to you when it comes in, wouldn’t say a word even if you repeatedly ask him what it is, just sits and waits patiently for you to open it.

Ex: Sometimes he even goes out of his way to buy you matching accessories, but sometimes it’s the most absurd looking thing you’ll ever see. Also yk how he has 2 custom rings of his dogs? He’d 100% get custom pieces for the two of you, the design pertaining to something that only you and him understand! Would also get a few pieces with your initials engraved in the back, another little secret only you’d know about.

Bf!Soul who doesn’t like messaging you when he’s away, he absolutely will when there’s no other option but he’d much rather hear your voice, and he makes sure to tell you too! “I just missed hearing you talk to me that’s why I called, it makes me feel better, you know?” He’d also send you little texts throughout the day to keep you updated on where he is, what he’s doing, but they’d never be in great detail, you’d look down randomly at your phone and there’s just: “Baby I ate a bug!!” and “Walked head first into a pole >ヮ< I’m okay I think”

Ex: He’d also frequently tell you “I miss you” but every time he’d explain why, and it would almost always be a different reason each time :,)

Bf!Soul who is such an affectionate person, hugs and kisses given to you for the smallest reasons, you open something for him? You’re suddenly being smothered in kisses, they’re so quick and gentle that before you know it he’s pulling away like he didn’t just leave you blinded and dizzy from his lips. Also the type to hug you unexpectedly, just slowly raises his arms leaving his chest open until you get the hint and pull yourself into him, the same with holding your hand, but instead he’d keep reaching, pulling, trying to dig his fingers to his designated spot between yours.

Bf!Soul who builds you the cutest, most aesthetic buildings you’ve ever seen in your shared Minecraft world, the amount of time and effort he’d put into making everything pretty for you is insane. Takes care of your cats, dogs, and other random plethora of animals when you’re offline, would also leave you random little signs with messages on them for you to find whenever you’re active again, sometimes they’re just silly nonsense, others you’ll find really cute ones of him just completely gushing over you.

Bf!Soul who I feel like is so “Guess what Y/n did?” To his members, a constant yapper about you, if you’ve done anything to your hair recently, that one makeup look you did, that outfit you wore, that thing you said, everything and anything he’s constantly connecting to you and then he just has to tell everyone!

Bf!Soul who lets you do anything you want to him, he’s just pure putty in your hands! You want to put his hair in cute pigtails again? He’s already finding a spot between your legs so you have easier access to his head. You want to see him in a certain outfit? He’s laying out all of his options for you to pick from, and he doesn’t complain even one bit throughout the process.

Ex: Small spontaneous photoshoots happen quite often with this, does so many poses for you, even refers to you as his ‘pretty photographer’ when crediting you in the caption of his posts for taking the pictures of him.

Bf!Soul who would request of you to send your favourite songs to him just so he can make a freestyle video for you :,)

Bf!Soul who I feel like puts an incredible amount of effort into conveying his love for you, he really appreciates someone who can even help him, whether that’s guiding him into the words he can’t seem to find or just simply being patient with him. Likes cuddling into you while you play with his hair as he rambles on and on about you, what you mean to him, how lucky he must be to have found someone so reactive to his energy that not a lot of people can match in the way he feels is genuine. When he has the time he really gets into the details about how he feels, the emotion behind it, I feel like he’d really like the deep, touching talks late at night where everything just pieces together right in front of his eyes thanks to your presence, your kind heart. He could talk to you for hours, things are just easy with you.

#bf!p1harmony #haku shota #haku shota x reader #p1harmony haku shota #p1harmony soul #p1harmony soul x reader #soul p1harmony #p1h soul #p1h soul x reader #p1h soul imagines #p1h haku shota #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony fluff #piwon imagines #piwon x reader #piwon fluff #piwon #soul x reader #soul

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loraluna · 5 months

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Rating Rune Factory Children

(Because I play favorites)

Rune Factory (1)

1/10

Cute but not much else to say. You have to wait a ridiculous amount of in-game time to get one short cutscene meeting your genderless nameless child (Game doesn't even bother to give them pronouns) and then never get to interact with them again. Disappointing.

Rune Factory 2

8/10

A unique idea that the series has yet to implement again, this game let you play through the second half of the game AS your child from the first half, and honestly It was a cool concept even if the gameplay got a little wonky and unbalanced near the end. The game also introduced the first female protagonist to the series, Aria (left). She and her twin Aaron (right) actually had some personality of their own and even had unique interactions with the other villagers and children of the town. Cool concept and solid designs. I just wish you could interact with them a little more as a parent before the timeskip.

Rune Factory Frontier

7/10

I may be a little biased here, as this was my intro to Rune Factory, but I love these kids. Default names; Leif and Leona, are the first, and so far only, RF children you can interact with at multiple stages, these kids have several cutscenes documenting different milestones and are quite cute to watch. Once they reach the final stage, they don't do much besides toddle around the farm and look cute. You can gift them certain items but that's about it. Still, It's refreshing to watch your kid grow over time as apposed to the usual montage you get with RF kids.

Rune Factory 3/ Rune Factory 3 Special

3/10

They get bonus points for being the first in the series to let you have multiple kids (up to three) problem is, there's not much difference between em. The birth of each one plays about the same and while there's technically some different "personalities" it's more like each kid get a random lot of four or so unique lines of dialogue and that's it. There are also just the two sprites so if you have two or more of either gender they'll be identical, no matter the age difference. You can't gift them and they don't sleep, leave the house or even show up on the map. Honestly they're little more than cute house accessories.

Rune Factory Tides of Destiny/ Rune Factory Oceans

4/10

First off, please pardon the crappy quality. This game doesn't have traditional character portraits so it's hard to find decent quality pics. Tides of Destiny kiddos were the first in the series to inherit physical features from the player's spouse. (Pictured are Electra's daughter and Sonja's son) They appear to use the same child models as Frontier with some minor cosmetic changes but I liked Frontier's kids so no complaints there. I do wish they had real portraits and more dialogue but they're okay. At least they'll accept gifts and the events leading up to their births are quite wholesome.

Rune Factory 4/Rune Factory 4 Special

9/10

RF4's kids are darn near perfect. Luna and Noel have identical dialogue but they have more to say than any RF kids before or possibly since. There are TONS of unique exchanges and events with them, they participate in festivals, and most interesting of all, you can equip them with gear and take them adventuring! These babies are really something special. If I had to pick one complaint, I'd say I wish they looked liiiittle more like their concept art. They look like they both got aged up a little, which isn't bad but they do look barely younger than some of their possible parents...

Rune Factory 5

9.5/10

Rune Factory 5's children are right up there with Noel and Luna, but they get a slight advantage when it comes to customization. Like RF3 this game lets you have up to three kids, but unlike that game, these kiddos are treated like actual characters. Depending on your choice of spouse and your answers in a particular conversation, your kids can have a variety of looks and personalities, including the fan favorite feature of inheriting hair and eye colors from the spouse, and continuing along that customization train, these babies can once again go adventuring! My one, one small gripe...It'd be nice if your eldest could grow a little by the time their siblings are born. Heck, it'd be cool if the villagers kids could grow too. I'd love to see teenaged Julian and Hina~

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So there's my thoughts on the Rune Factory children. I hope future installments continue the trend of more giving their kids more personality and better customization, maybe someday we'll even see kiddos inherit traits from non-human parents? How cool would that be if your kid could actually look half elf or mermaid or furry wereanimal? XD

If you agree with me (or strongly disagree) feel free to comment. Always up for discussing my favorite franchise~

#rune factory #rune factory 2 #rune factory 3 #rune factory 4 #rune factory 5 #rune factory frontier #rune factory tides of destiny #rune factory oceans #rf4 special #rf3 special #rf

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wangxianficfinder · 4 months

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Fic Finder

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1. hello, I am looking for a fic where " after wei wuxian jump from cliff, lan wangji save him. then baoshan sanren rescued them from a cave and gave wei wuxian his mother's core. and wei wuxian and lan wangji become demonic cultivator and immortal."

FOUND? 🔒 Blossoming flowers in a full moon - 花好月圆 by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens (T, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, happy ending, fix-it of sorts, wangxian cuddle to immortarility)

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2. Fic finder request please! 🙏

It’s an a/b/o Wangxian where WWX wasn’t used to his designation since coming back into MXY’s body and he had trouble letting go and asking LZ for what he needed. I mostly remember a lot of really hot smut and a scene near the end where LWJ tells him to present and WWX decides to tease him for it and gets spanked as a result and then gets what he wants and is very pleased about it. I’ve checked all compilations and can’t find it anywhere. 😭😭

#2 on the recent Fic finder— it’s not any of those, but they were good reads. 😭

Wangxian was already married in the one I’m looking for.

NOT FOUND! Mutual Nurture by NinaCarow (E, 9k, WangXian, Mentions of Character Death, mentions of abuse, Mentions of Rape, no rape occures tho, its speculation, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Past Alpha WWX, Biting, Bonding, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, WWX Has a New Golden Core, its just sex and cuteness, mostly)

NOT FOUND! In the Face of Fate by InTheGreySpaces (E, 17k, WangXian, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Mpreg, Pregnant WWX, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Pregnant Sex, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Miscarriage, reference to child death, Grief, WWX has self-image/body issues, taming the Alpha, Childbirth, Labor and Delivery, Painful Heats, malfunctioning hormones, post-cannon divergent, WWX Wants to be a Parent, desperately, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics)

NOT FOUND! You've got me feelin' like a child now by MaggieoftheOwls (E, 9k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Past Alpha WWX, Omega MXY) though I haven't read them, all are tagged with Past Alpha WWX

NOT FOUND! Like a Needle to the North by athena_crikey (E, 87k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, Canon Divergence, A/B/O Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, WWX adapting to being an omega, societal standards, Pining, UST, Grief, Trauma, Protectiveness, Canon Retelling, Slow Burn, Menstruation, lots of bath sex for some reason, Rimming, Knotting)

FOUND! sandalwood and cinnamon by parsnipit (E, 39k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Fluff and Angst, Body Dysphoria, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Canon, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, Praise Kink ,Nesting, Overstimulation, Knotting, Spanking, Subspace, Light Bondage)

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3. I'm tryibg to find a wonderful Wangxian fic i read a few months ago, which I don't seem to have bookmarked or saved. Wei Ying & Lan Zhan travel one of the Silk Road caravan routes all the way to the outpost near the Jade Gate. I think Wei Ying was the one who wanted to go there, but he was vague about why. There are all kind of sub plots going on - i think some of the Wen are blending in out there, there's also a bit about ghosts (i think) of the Tarim Basin mummies - one of their resting places was violated. Ugh. It was a fascinating case fic - i've tried various keywords searching, but haven't had any luck. @emrinalex

FOUND? Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (M, 83k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, ridiculously long author notes, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

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4. Hello!

I'm searching for a fic where it's kind of like 5+1 things and something along the lines of '5 Times WWX unintentionally hurt LWJ'

I'm not sure if it is deleted but is it possible for me to get the link for internet archive if it isn't?

Thank you! Sorry for the trouble.

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5. Plz can you tell me which main Wei Ying Baushan Sanren's talisman has been activated by mistake and he is getting injured by breaking his memory and all the juniors are worried and call Wangji.

For 5, was it a fic where Wen Qing was a veiled vendor and wwx accidently activated the talisman with a bloody hand and then was regressed to a kid?

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6. Hello!

I’m looking for a fic I read some time ago (can’t even say I liked it, just in the mood). It was a modern AU where WWX and JC are raising JL together, but have to work at a sex line (JC) and strip club (WWX, not sure about this one) to make ends meet (there was also a scene of JL finding out). Then, they bump into the Lan brothers in separate incidents the same day and give them their cards.

That’s most of what I remember, I hope you can find the fic for me (tried all the filters on AO3, couldn’t find it).

Great work on this blog, thank you’ :) @fomalhaut48

Thank you, but it is not this one. JC's work at a sex line was much more prominent there, and the story did not start with the Lan brothers as this one does.

Not FOUND Silk & Satin by Brieeze01 (E, 171k, wangxian, JC/LXC, modern, Stripper/Exotic Dancer AU, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Pole Dancing, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Child LSZ, Child JL, Supportive brothers, hardworking brothers, Uncles and nephews, Love Story, Emotions, brokeass pole dancers meet billionaire bachelor brothers, Kinks, Lipstick, High Heels, Blindfolds, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Gentle Sex, Lube, Strip Tease, Dancing, Dirty Dancing, First Kiss, First Time, Love Bites, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Romance, Silk, satin, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Wholesome, Pining, kink appreciation, healthy family relationship, Healthy Relationships, Everybody uses lube, Lapdance)

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7. A) I'm looking for a fic where LZ sings a song for WY at a party or karaoke. It is a song with a vibe like "double take" by dhruv if my memory serves me correct. It is one hundred percent a song famous on tiktok by a male singer.

Anyone has any idea pls?

B) I'm also looking for a particular fic where LZ stopped playing after wangxian's falling out, then at a social gathering LZ is urged to play the piano and wy sees how much lz hurts and how much music flows through LZ's soul. @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

7B)

FOUND! Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut)

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8. so there was a fanfic I read a while ago on archive that I really wanna find: it’s a modern au where Wei Wuxian is a flower shop owner and Lan Wangi is a law student that meets him at the flower shop. I believe Jiang Chong is also a law student at the same school and Lan Xichen is WWX’s psychiatrist.

I hope that helps a bit, if u can’t find it I thank you for the effort @weebachu

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9. Good day, The fic am looking for has a teenage breakup between Lan zhan and Wei ying. Qiren forcefully takes Lan zhan to another country making Wei ying think Lan zhan dumped him. Then forward too few years later, when Lans have to take Wei ying's help reagrding their institution making the couple remeet. Wei ying treats Lan zhan coldly and then they slowly mend. Can you pls help out? @mridhu6

FOUND? Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut)

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10. Fic finder please! I am looking for a fic where Lan Wangji kisses Wei Wuxian soon after they eat and he screws up his face because Wuxian’s mouth was spicy from his meal. Wuxian begins to chuckle at him and tries to move away but Wangji wants to keep kissing even though it is too spicy for him. I know it isn't a lot to go on and I don't remember any of the other plot, just that this scene was super cute. If anyone remembers this, please let me know! Thank you!

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11. hello!!!

i just remembered a fic and i cannot remember the title, so i think it happens post-canon and people are talking about LSZ origins. they were like oh he could be wangxian's biological child.

i think the last part includes jingyi being drunk?? and begging wangxian to give LSZ another sibling... i thinj they were in lanling at that time

thank you! @cuddlemehun

FOUND! Wei Wuxian, God of Fertility by tired (T, 19k, WangXian, Family Feels, Crack Treated Seriously, Crack, the juniors get REAL drunk, Gossip, POV Multiple, surprisingly not an mpreg fic, Kissing, Self-Esteem Issues, Discussion of Porn and Sex, Post-Canon, SOFT SOFT SOFT, married wangxian, Fluff and Humor)

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12. Hi I would like find a fic where Wei wuxian was sugar daddy to a sugar baby Lan zhan who also happened to be a newly enrolled student in Wei wuxian uni where he's a lecturer. There's also mention of Lan zhan's favourite book frequently in the fic. Thank you

FOUND? forget-me-not by mellowflicker (E, 31k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy WWX, Sugar Baby LWJ, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Secret Relationship, Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, JZX & LWJ Friendship, Family Issues, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs)

FOUND? Teacher's Pet by anobtra (animeobsessedtrash) (E, 43k, wangxian, modern, Dark LWJ, College/University, Age Difference, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Degradation, mild stalking, thigh riding, WWX Talks Dirty, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom LWJ, Coming Untouched, Orgasm Delay/Denial, LWJ is a Brat, Consent is Sexy, Begging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Consensual Sex, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, everyone is of-age, Barebacking, Possessive Behavior, Porn With Plot, Jerk Off Instructions, Service Top WWX, Protective LWJ, Pining LWJ, Light Humiliation, Possessive WWX, Possessive LWJ, Intercrural Sex)

FOUND? together, we're just enough by lulu_kitty (E, 134k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bartender LWJ, single dad wwx, Kid fic (sort of), Excessive Fluff, Yearning, barely there plot, neurodivergent wangxian, canonical parental issues, lwj in jewelry, accidental sugar gege wwx, fluff and eventual smut, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Service Top WWX, Bisexual WWX, Rich WWX, a-yuan is a wei but still also a wen, wwx is a-yuan's biological baba, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Slow-ish burn, Light Dom/sub, Brief LWJ/Others, Past WWX/Other(s))

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13. Im looking for a time traveling wei wuxian where he goes to far into the past (his words) and he has to seal is memories, but from the outside it looks like he was attacked by resentful energy with a worries madam yu who then officially adopts wei wuxian. Also after he was "attacked" he also mumbles lan zhan's name in his sleep so the lans are there. @samriajack

FOUND! 🔒 Hope series by RoseThorne (T, 57k, wangxian, WWX & YZY, WWX & JFM, WWX & JYL, YZY/JFM, JC & WWX, LQR & WWX, LXC & JYL, Madam Jin & YZY, LQR & JFM, LXC & LWJ, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Crying, Music, Nosebleed, Fear, Recovery, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Flirting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Monsters, Sexual Tension, betrothal, Arranged Marriage, Grief, Adoption, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Food, Secrets, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death)

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14. Hi! I'm looking for a fic (WIP) where LWJ and WWX travel back in time. LWJ still has his older core so the Lans think he's the reincarnation of Lan An when he's destroys the Wall of Rules. WwX avoids getting adopted by the Jiangs by becoming a rogue cultivator and gets nicknamed a sparrow. JFM found him though and somehow during a night hunt JC loses his golden core to a taotie. I can't seem to find it on AO3 anymore and hope you know it or it's name!. Thanks so much!

FOUND? A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 74k, wangxian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, musical cultivation, Slow Burn, Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Demonic Cultivation, POV WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Worldbuilding, No Yīn Iron, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Artist WWX, Musician WWX, Night Hunts, Fate & Destiny, Bad Parent JFM & YZY, Golden Core, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Father-Son Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Parent-Child Relationship, Angry WWX, Pining WWX, WWX is Not Okay, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Pining LWJ, POV LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell Wangxian, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, WIP)

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15. Hello! I'm looking for a fic, it was post canon and relatively short. Wei Wuxian accidentally lets slip that Lan Xichen called him a mistake during the whole temple thing, and Sizhui and Lan Wangji get upset and end up confronting Lan Xichen. I remember there was a seen where Wei Wuxian recited everything Lan Xichen said to him to Lan Wangji. It points out how unfair it was to expect Wei Wuxian to realize Lan Wangji was in love with him, and that even if he did, he shouldn't be expected to drop everything je was doing (you know, like protecting the Wens) just to make Lan Wangji "happy."

Thank you so much, you're all awesome!

FOUND! 🔒💖 When has silence saved anyone? by Vrishchika (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, post-canon, LXC critical, family feels, angry LWJ & LSZ, LXC gets scolded)

NOT FOUND! Wei Ying Was Not A "MISTAKE" by Jeeny271196 (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, BAMF LWJ, confrontation, hurt/comfort, protective LWJ, not LXC friendly)

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16. Hello, I have a fic finder request! Read it ages ago on ao3 and now cannot find.

Set during the time skip and then postcanon. Some Lan elders took advantage of LWJ's punishment to sexualy abuse him, taking him out of the cold cave blindfolded once a month. Afterwards, warmth was a trauma trigger and he only felt comfortable with the younger generation of Lans because he knew they were too young to have been involved. After canon and getting together with wwx he has a breakdown after realising that sex isn't suposed hurt and goes to sleep outside soaking wet so he can feel cold.

FOUND? 🔒 even the proud probably die on their knees by yuer (vintageblueskies) (E, 14k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ/Other(s), rape/non-con, Rape, Gang Rape, PTSD, Whump, Dissociation, Flashbacks, Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Bottom LWJ, breaking all the rules of empathy, tiny tiny mention of unacted upon xiyao, two mentions of a character throwing up, the non-con isn't wangxian)

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17. hello! thank you for doing this!

i was looking for this where wwx befriends lwj early on in school days and gets to know he's gay and defends him against everyone and people think he's lgbt+ because he attends everything on lwj's behalf. he didn't actually realize he was bi until they get into college and he meets mianmian there and starts dating her.

they have a mutual break up later and wwx sort of realizes he has feels for lwj and gets all weird about it?

hope it made sense.

thank you again!

FOUND? Walk the Circle in the Other Direction by notevenyou (E, 31k, wangxian, modern, College/University, High School, Coming Out, Homophobia, Bad Parenting, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Vomiting, Panic Attack, Bullying, Minor Injuries, Blood, Fighting, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Oblivious WWX, honestly not as dark as the tags make it seem, bisexual WWX, WWX/MM, sex between a man and a woman)

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18. Hey do you guys know a fashion industry fic where people grow plants out of their bodies? I thought i had it in my bookmarks but i can't find it anymore @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

FOUND! The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (E, 104k, wangxian, modern, fashion au, garment company, casual sex, group sex, implied/referenced cheating, switching, recreational drug use, angst w/ happy ending, single dad WWX, panic attacks, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, catharsis, body horror, floral horror) but I don't think it's available online

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19. hello!! i'm looking for a fic where wwuxian, jiang cheng, and jin ling get invitations to some backwater-areas of yunmeng? but it's a trap. i cant remember the name but there's two significant parts i remember; they're served shrimp wine(?), and wwx gets whipped by zidian and promptly collapses later. thanks!!

FOUND? Light a Match / Watch Us Burn by athena_crikey (T, 24k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Whump, h/c, Kidnapping, Angst, yunmeng bros reconciling, jin ling too)

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20. Hello, I’m looking for a fic where wwx runs into lwj in yiling after the core transfer

FOUND? these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, ...eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign)

FOUND? nothing gold can stay by rikke (M, 10k, WangXian)

FOUND? to hell and back for you by blumeraki (G, 5k, WangXian, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Universe, Protective WWX, Protective LWJ, Everything Hurts, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Branding Iron, Whipping, discipline whip, jc saves the day, Canon Divergence)

FOUND? no step had trodden black by Stratisphyre (T, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Madam Lan lives, Past Rape, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, References to Attempted Suicide and Suicidal Thoughts, Canon-Typical Violence)

FOUND? Instead by apathyinreverie (T, 27k, wangxian, fix-it, darker gusu lan, manipulative elders, but in a good way?, golden core transfer fix-it of sorts, not Jiang friendly, or anyone friendly, except wangxian, cultivation world critical, fluff, sunshot, politics, courting rituals, genius WWX, no demonic cultivation, talismans, possessive LWJ, protective LWJ, WIP)

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chaoticloving · 2 years

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take it off

Harry Styles x reader (SOH)

Summary: Right before sex, Harry sees something on Y/n that he's never seen before. masterlist

warnings: light smut, boobs<3, mentions of stick and pokes

w/c: 0.9k

a/n: little blurb since i haven't posted in forever! but i promise i'm writing im just crazy stressed <3 also i am in love with tattoos so much and this is just an indulgent on that lol

"Fuck-"

"Don't you dare stop."

"Wasn't planning on it." Harry moaned, his hand slowly feeling up and down Y/n's body. His lips reattached to hers. "You taste so good."

A steamy night that consisted of teasing hands under the table and kisses when no one was looking. It was a blur to get out of the London club, Harry just remembers Y/n's hand squeezing his ass. They had luckily ran away from the paparazzi that was just arriving to the club before they could get any compromising photos.

But now, in the comfort of Harry's flat, they could be as messy and in love as they want.

"Take off your shirt H." She mumbled, Y/n's mouth trailing down his jaw line.

"Only if you take off yours." Harry could feel Y/n smile against his cheek, leaving one last kiss there before breaking away.

"You're lucky you're so cute." When Y/n grabbed the hemming of her shirt, Harry tore off his, too impatient to wait any longer. Harry ended up helping Y/n take the shirt off; he hasn't quite realized that Y/n always takes longer to take off her shirt just to see Harry get all squeamish.

When Y/n's shirt is removed, she's left in a lace bra that Harry absolutely drools over. He goes headfirst into her neck, kissing slowly and sensually. His hand feeling her left breast while Y/n's hand find Harry's hair and pulls slightly.

"Can I take off your bra." He whispers, figures trailing over the straps. "Please."

She mumbled a faint yes under her breath and Harry is quick to react. Harry climbs more on top of her right after he bra comes off; Harry's mouth goes right on her skin, starting on her perfect jaw line and going lower onto her neck then onto her breast.

Harry was going to continue on but he saw some mark near his hand. He lifts his head to take a second glance and moves his hand from the side of her boob to her lower waist. He saw some black ink, and he knew it wasn't from his hand.

"What's wrong?" Y/n leaned up on her elbows to get a look at what happened and why Harry's mouth isn't on her. The only touch she was getting--other then Harry resting on her --was from Harry's finger on the side of her body. "Why are you poking me?"

"You have a tattoo?"

"Uhm, yeah?" She stated it like a question, but was curious to know the problem. "Why are you acting like this? It's just a crescent tattoo."

"I just didn't realize you had one" He admitted. "Does that make me a bad boyfriend?"

"You never noticed the tattoo on my boobs?" She gasped, shocked smile on her face. "But your obsessed with them how have you not noticed it?"

"In my defense the tattoo is on the side of your boobs." Harry unconsciously held her other breast, it made her giggle a bit, just out of pure ridiculous. "You know I like to see them straight on."

"Do you like it?"

"Your boobs? Of course!" Harry quickly said, kissing her nipples quickly then gently then kissed her face.

"The tattoo, love."

"Well, I love it too!" Harry quickly said. "I just felt bad that I haven't realized until now."

"Good because I have an appointment to next week for another." She kissed the side of his cheek, sitting up to do so.

"Ohh, what'cha planning on?"

"I want to get it on my thigh but I'm not sure if I want to replace the stick and poke I did in school or not." She shrugged, her finger trailing over the tattoo collection on his chest. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but tattoo's were always such a turn on for her. Little intricate designs all over Harry, they just looked amazing.

"Stick and poke in school? What crowd were you hanging out with?" Harry laughed.

"I did it myself actually." Her hand ghosting over her thigh. "Not very well obviously. But the tattoos I did on others were pretty good, should still be on them."

"You gave out tattoo's? How old were you?"

"Dunno, maybe sixteen?"

"Sixteen?" Harry's mouth was wide open, smiling a little, but mainly in shock. "And you were already a tattoo artist?"

"I was a girl with ink and a clean needle." Y/n shrugged. "They offered like fifty quid per tattoo too, and I really wanted more clothes ." She laughed, looking back up towards Harry.

Y/n's hand trailed lower to Harry's groin, he moaned which caused Harry to loose all focus of tattoos and lean in to kiss her. It got heated quickly but it was no surprise since they were about to have sex a couple minutes before. Harry's hand rested on her tattoo and side boob, his finger started tracing the tattoo too, starting to slowly memorize it just like Y/n has done with all of his tattoos.

"Can you do one for me?" Harry asked. "I want one thats in an area close to my dick and I don't really want a tattoo artist to see that." They both laughed, Y/n starting to give a hickey on the side of Harry's neck.

"I didn't hear an answer." Harry complained then gasped when the Y/n lightly bit down.

"I'll give you a tattoo." She decided. "But I don't take normal payment methods."

Harry chuckled, giving her a kiss. "I think I can give you something else."

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buckybarnesb-tch · 8 months

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DYING to know your yandere mafia mikaelson hcs separate

Mafia!Mikaelson HC’s

Klaus:

•When you first began dating Klaus it was like a dream, he knew exactly what you wanted and how far was too far. Klaus knew you didn’t like fancy and flashy (other than his car) so he tried to keep the dates simple…at first. You realized pretty fast that being with Klaus meant being in some form of spotlight, even if it wasn’t nearly as bright as the one Elijah stands in everyday

•Klaus insists upon picking you up from work every day without fail once you begin dating, he takes your safety very seriously and he believes you could never be too careful, God forbid one of his enemies decides to harm you

•Klaus is the clingy type of boyfriend and you did not see it coming! He wants to be with you every second that he can and he takes it personally when you spend your day off at home alone rather than with him. You always end up snuggled up on the couch in his house rather than yours in your pajamas and watching movies

•He knows the size of his house and the amount of money he has makes you uncomfortable so he tries as slowly as he can to get you more accustomed to it, buying you clothes that slowly get more and more expensive before eventually buying you a diamond necklace that you nearly threw a fit about but wore to your date later that night because it was really cute

•You dated for 3 months before you finally figured out the fact that he was in the Mafia, you had to admit to yourself there were plenty of signs, you just ignored them because you liked him so much but you knew you had to break up with him, you couldn’t be the kind of women that he needed. You expressed exactly that to him and he thought it was ridiculous, you are everything that he needs and he doesn’t understand why you don’t see that yet…he’ll just have to make you see it

Elijah:

•Elijah worked constantly before he met you and once he did he began taking days off, using vacation days and enjoying weekends more, it genuinely shocked not just his family but everyone at his office

•He is infatuated with you, he wishes you could be in his presence every minute, he even takes you to work with him some days just so he didn’t have to leave you

•For the first time in his life Elijah pictures having a family and settling down, enjoying a domestic aspect of life…whatever it takes

•The public found out about Elijah ‘New Orleans Most Eligible Bachelor’ no longer being a bachelor in a photo shoot. Elijah had a line of Armani suits designed just for him and he got you a line of amazing dresses, surprising you by forcing you to be in the photo shoot with him

‘Elijah, you know I don’t like cameras.’ You objected but he was hearing none of it.

‘I got you all these dresses, I picked them out special for you, they’re yours, now put on the red one and get over here. You look perfect and I need everyone to know I’m taken by the most beautiful girl in Louisiana.’ You felt extremely guilty turning him down, so you didn’t. You spent the morning posing in pictures with him and loving the smile on his face. He knew if he sprung it on you that you would cave, you’re too sweet not to.

Kol:

•Kol began stalking you almost immediately when he met you and you just found it funny how often you were running into each other, he called it ‘fate’ and you believed it, truly thinking it must mean the universe wanted you together when in reality, Kol had one of his men follow you everywhere you went

•Kol wouldn’t let any other guy even look at you without some kind of glare or, more often, a punch to the face. He would fight anyone he had to for you and you learned that fast, keeping all male friends at arms length…you actually found it kind of attractive though and he definitely used that to his advantage

•You enjoyed that he had a bit of a dark side, not letting it bother you that you knew what he and his family did. Kol loved that about you, that you loved him without judgment or conditions, he never thought he would be able to find that in anyone and you gave it to him

•Kol tries to spend as much time with you as he can, he knows you have a hard time getting along with Klaus and Elijah’s girlfriends since they’re judgey about you loving Kol without any form of kidnapping

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indouloureux · 2 years

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scandals & handcuffs; burning altars

eddie munson x reader

summary: it’s summer and eddie’s bored out of his mind. and while he spits out mindless questions, clarifying gossip and racy expeditions, eddie finds himself indulging you (and your touch, scent, kisses)

word count: 5, 297

warnings: explicit ones below the cut!

a/n: i know i already posted yesterday (here), but i finished this one early and i wanted to post it. hope you all filthy whores indulge in this eddie smut. mwah mwah

MASTERLIST

explicit warnings: poorly written smut, bondage ft. handcuffs and bandana, soft!dom eddie, cumplay, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!), cumplay, praise kink, multiple orgasms, biting, tongue fucking, cum eating, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, squirting, and short aftercare <3

“Do you think I should get a buzzcut again?”

Eddie toys with the nail polish you brought, reading the labels and what-not. You’re on his bed, laying down with your elbow propping you up, desperately trying not to smudge your nails. “Dunno,” you shrug.

He’s pacing, entertaining himself by playing with the nail polish bottle, and giving his guitar a small strum when he walks by. It’s obvious Eddie’s bored, which was why he invited you in the first place. “Think I’ll still rock one?”

“I love your hair.” You do love his hair – long, tangled and curled, probably needs an entire bottle of coconut oil conditioner and a proper comb, but it fits him well. It’s what makes him Eddie. “I think you should just keep that one.”

“But,” he gently places the small bottle on the bedside table, plopping down beside, copying your position with a curious look. But he’s only gets that kind of curiosity when he’s bored out of his mind. “If I get a buzzcut, would I look like I’m sick, or, sick.”

“Sick as in cool?” he nods, stupidly cute. “I guess. But you haven’t had it in years and your face back then was like, so small and cute and chubby.”

It’s not that he’s not cute anymore, but his face has shaped into more of an adult-ish physique. Eddie doesn’t have the cherubic prepubescent look anymore. They’ve morphed into predominant cheekbones, and his face has grown a bit longer. He’s gone from cute to handsome, but with a little bit of cute when he smiles.

“What if I straightened my hair?” he pats his hair down, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Would I look like a hippie or a pervert? Or like, a wet afghan hound?”

“Where are all these questions coming from, Eds?” you laugh. Eddie smiles at you, even with his eyes. “Are you really that bored? You’ve been growing your hair for years and refused to get a haircut. Now you want a buzzcut?”

“It’s a ridiculous thought,” you say to him. Eddie stares at you for a short while, crossing his arms over his chest.

Then he covers his eyes with his hair, the smile sitting faintly on his face. “I’m just wondering.”

You pick up a thick strand of his hair and split it into three sections. Eddie lets you loosely braid his hair, removes the one on his eyes to look at you. You like his eyes – they’re dark, almost black when he’s in a dim room. But even then they hold such devilish irradiance when he’s happy, or doing something he loves, or when he’s at peace. And you can see them right now.

“Please don’t cut your hair,” you say. “I love braiding it.”

“Okayyy,” he quips. “What about a tattoo?”

You sit up, suddenly interested. “Can I design it?”

Eddie ponders for a bit. He shrugs. “Yeah sure, why not. What would you give me?”

“Hellfire Club right above your butt crack. But in cursive.”

He laughs. “Shit, that’s cool. I’ll consider it.” Eddie makes a quiet ‘mmm’ noise, looking up. His hand props his head up, too, the other tapping rhythmically on the space between the two of you.

“What?”

“What if I get a tatt right on my dick? Like on the tip. Or beneath the tip, and they’re like the Devil’s Horns?” Eddie suggests. You make a disgusted face, where he responds with two pointed fingers on either side of his head, mimicking horns while poking his tongue out to you.

You pull his fingers down, “Eddie, don’t do that.”

“Alright,” he chuckles. “Anything for you, sweet thing.”

“Gross.”

Eddie lifts his head, a smile that walks on the border between offence and humor. “Gross?” he scoffs, furrowing his eyebrows at you. “Yeah, but when Mike Lewinski calls you ‘hot stuff’ last year, it has you skipping around the halls like an idiot. But when I call you ‘sweet thing’ it’s gross.” Eddie rolls his eyes, turns his head away from you a bit. “I’m offended.”

You half-gasp. “That’s because he was a hot senior, Eds.” You push his shoulder a little. “And people kept on spreading rumors that he was going to ask me out. So forgive me for gushing about a guy who’s really hot.”

Petulancy gets the best of him. Eddie spares you a short glance, before turning his shoulder away from you.

“Eddie!” you laugh, pulling on his shoulder. “Eds, I’m sorry I called you gross,” you place your chin on his bicep, pouting down at him. “Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Stubborn, you quietly groan and poke at his side. He doesn’t flinch, as you expected, so you groan loudly and pull on his hair. “Ow!” he yelps, his hand comes up to pry your hand away from his hair. “(y/n)! dude…” he laughs at your violence. “That fucking hurt!”

“You wouldn’t look at me!”

“Alright, now I’m looking at you,” he widens his eyes, leaning closer, like he’s trying to scare you. “Isn’t this what you wanted? I’m looking right at you – stop leaning away!”

Eddie grabs your shoulders and holds them in place, restricting you from moving back. And you continue to laugh, perhaps out of fear, because his wide eyes are starting to scare you. He likes to indulge in scaring you sometimes, either with words or his menacing stares. “Eddie,” you laugh nervously. “Stop it or I’ll kick your face.”

“Alright,” he chuckles. Eddie moves away from you and reaches for his bedside table, pulling on the drawer and taking out a pack of cigarettes. It’s the same one from two weeks ago, the one you bought for him, and you can tell it’s from you ‘cause you can see the small ‘fuck you’ written in the bottom in your handwriting.

“You still have that?” you query. “The Eddie I know finishes a pack in two days. It’s been two weeks. Are you trying to quit?”

He places one between his lips, taking a lighter out of his pocket and lights it up. “No,” his answer is muffled, and Eddie takes a long drag before he lets it go.

“Ah, right, you were too busy doing crack with Chrissy Cunningham.”

“It wasn’t crack,” he waves his hand, cigarette almost dangerously burning your arm. “It was just marijuana. And I wasn’t with her.”

“Right,” you scoff. “And I know who the Night Stalker is.”

He places the cigarette back between his lips, but does nothing. Eddie looks at you, jejunely, lets his cigar hang loose from his parted lips. “What? Don’t believe me? You’re believing what does shitheads say about Chrissy?”

Eddie plays with his rings. His hands are extremely attractive, brutishly adorning his brash silver rings. The one on his index had four skulls on each corner of a cross, the one on the middle looks like a pig, and the other had only a single skull, though it’s larger than the others.

You like the one on his other hand. It’s small, pretty on his ring finger. The band’s black, but the crest of it was a darker shade of blue, surrounded by silver. Eddie’s let you borrow it once, sometimes you’d even take it off from him and wear it yourself.

And you do take it. You gently take his hand off the cigar and pull the ring off, placing it on your own. It’s a bit bigger, almost would slip off, but you like the way it looks on your hand (and so does Eddie.)

Then you shrug. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you. I know Chrissy’s not a crackhead, but I highly doubt you weren’t with her. I mean, come on, Eds. People saw you two.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a solid thirty seconds. He senses grandiosity in your speech. He can tell by the way your lips twitch into almost an unpleasant frown that there’s something you’re not telling him with your colloquial words. You reach for the impassive cigarette in his lips, place it on yours, and take a longer drag than he does before you puff it in his face.

The boy doesn’t cough. He’s used to the smell. “(y/n),” his playful ebullience is masked with allegation when he says your name. “Are you jealous?”

He drags his vowels, and you drag your eyes into a roll. “What would I be jealous about? I snort coke with you all the time…”

“Hawkins High is built with scandals,” it’s true. The school’s filled with crass students and naïve adults, and they live on gossip. Repetitive, fraudulent, juvenile gossip. Caused only to destroy someone’s life; it’s like an unspoken rule that there’s to be eloquent lies spoken every month to entertain the dull town. Every lie slips past the thin walls and into another’s mouth. And so far, you’d only believed one (maybe two) out of ten gossips that entail your best friend.

“And?”

“I know you’re not just accusing me of doing crack with Chrissy,” Eddie murmurs, finger hovering at the right side of your neck to trace its slope.

You scoff, twirling the cigar between your fingers. “And what would you be doing with her?”

It’s an ever-so-soft, shivering touch when the side of his finger traces your temple, lightly brushing the hair away. His eyes are deceiving, you don’t know if he’s looking at your lips or your eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe…sit near her. Or…hold her hand,” Eddie’s finger drags on your bare shoulder, though maintains eye contact, and leans forwards to your ear. “Whisper shit to her that makes her cross her legs, then lift her to the bench. Or bend her over there, knowing damn well she’s still dating fucking Jason Carver.”

You know he’s quoting all they said about him when they caught him with Chrissy. And the fact that you weren’t there to see what happened makes you suspicious, because they actually could be true. The thought leaves a bitter aftertaste on your tongue, makes you swallow dryly.

“Maybe I might have handcuffed her, too,” he finishes, dusk eyes dragging themselves to the handcuffs hanging beside his door. Much to your dismay, Eddie removes his finger from your shoulder. “Or yeah, maybe I was just doing crack with her.”

You sigh. “Eddie…”

“Aha!” he sits up, points a finger accusingly at you. “You are jealous!”

With wide eyes, and eyebrows sunken and creased, you sit up too. You slap his hand down. “What? All I said was your name!”

“You made a sound!”

“It was a fucking sigh.”

“A sigh, a depressing sound of jealousy, they’re all the same, babe,” he teases, taking the cigarette from you. He doesn’t take a puff, though, instead he kills it and throws it in his ashtray.

What a miffing concept for you – Hawkins High’s infamous Freak, and their Queen. It’s uncanny, unbelievable. Maybe it does make you jealous because you solely wish they’d make a rumor like that with you and Eddie.

You shake your head in disbelief, looking away from him. You’re dancing dangerously on a tightrope, knowing if you fall you’d lose all the reverential avidness for the man in front of you. Tiptoeing on that rope, your hands balance teenage lunacy and sophistication. You’re scared to fall, to give in, but knowing Eddie’s down there to catch you is almost too fucking tempting.

“You and your fucking handcuffs…” a wry chuckle leaves you. It has Eddie leaning closer, tilting his head at you.

“‘d you like my handcuffs?” the murmur’s imbued with palpable taunting, one that pulls you from the tightrope. “They’re very fun to play with, y’know?”

Him and his fucking handcuffs. Eddie’s handcuffs. His scandals and handcuffs. Handcuffs used for sheer folly to delight his sordid disposition. Calumnious scandals that paint him notorious. Notoriously hot as he looks at you like that – a coquettish gaze, lips quirked into a sadistic smirk. Oh yeah, they’re definitely making you fall from that tightrope.

You take one last glance between his eyes, then his parted lips. “Fuck you,” you say, and then you kiss him.

It hits you like a pistolwhip that you’re kissing your best friend Eddie Munson. You’re drunk on nothing, maybe now that you’re tasting his lips – soft like his old leather jacket, but the kiss is rough like his sleeve-ripped denims. He’s very keen on kissing you back, forcing his head closer that his nose bends from your cheek.

But he pulls away, taking your hand in his. Eddie opens his eyes, panting a little, and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “You sure about this?” he murmurs against your lips, and he’s only looking at them.

“I just fucking kissed you, Eds,” you exhale. You’d already fallen on the tight rope. “Fucking want this.”

He kisses you again. It feels nefarious to do this, but you love doing heinous things with Eddie, only this one’s new. It’s what makes your relationship with him so thrilling, to unveil the disposal of repugnant ardor and indulge in this new side of moronic titillation.

Eddie slips his tongue between open-mouthed kisses, hand crawling up your arm to cradle your neck. You feel his cold rings against your skin, has you gasping at the feeling, maybe even at how hot his mouth is. He kisses you deeper, makes your mouth open wider.

Desperate hands grip his shirt, your fingers lathering all over him – his hair, his cheek, his chest over his shirt, his tattoo-obscured arms. He laughs against your mouth when he makes you whine by pressing his thumb in the middle of your throat.

“You wanna try them out? My handcuffs?” Eddie gently pulls your face away. “I know you want to. Be honest,”

“Okay,” you breathe out, pulling on his shirt. “Okay, fuck, just make it quick.”

He tuts. “So bossy,” he pecks your lips. “So cute.”

Eddie stands up from the bed, almost tripping over scattered clothing. He plucks the handcuffs from the hook, waves them around. You’ve pushed yourself up to his headboard. Eddie walks over to the edge of the bed, pulls on the bottom of his shirt and discards it on the floor.

He’s got tattoos everywhere – random tattoos with random meanings. They’re all Devils and Skulls and Bats, some with DnD references, but you think you’ve spotted your favorite:

Right on his left hip-bone were the words fuck you in your handwriting, standing out in dark black ink. It’s a strange juxtaposition to his abominable tattoos, but you love it either way. The vulgar tattoo makes you bite your lip, chuckle even. “When’d you get that?” you point at it.

“Two weeks ago.” He says, bending to crawl over you. You spread your legs apart, allowing him to slot himself between you easily. “Pretty fucking cool actually.”

“Sweet,” you purr. Eddie drags his fingers behind your earlobes, thumb grazing your cheeks. He leans down to kiss you, soft, unlike seconds ago. The kiss is sweet, like he’s trying to say something. But he doesn’t say anything, even when he pulls away to take your hands in his.

Eddie takes your left hand and raises it to the side until it reaches the headboard. He sits up, thighs on either side of yours and handcuffs your left hand to the bottom bar of the headboard. He slots two fingers on the space between the cuffs and your wrists. “Y’ alright?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Okay,” he leans back. But he doesn’t go back to kissing you yet. He sits on his knees, hands on his hips. You lift your head from the pillow to look at him, waiting.

“What’s wrong?”

“I realized I only have one pair of handcuffs,” he chuckles. You click your tongue at him. “Wait, hold on.”

Eddie pulls something from behind him, showing you his black bandana. He twirls the fabric in his finger, leaning forward again to take your right hand in his to raise it above you and tie them to the headboard again. So now you’re fully restrained, hands unable to move. It makes you feel a tad bit anxious, but Eddie’s got you.

“Tell me if you wanna remove them, alright?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips.

“Course,” you smile at him. “Wait, Eds. I’ve still got my shirt on.”

He leans back again, towering over your helpless body. “Right,” Eddie smiles at you. Both his hands reach to cup your shirt, and you gasp when you hear a loud tear and feel the cold air of his trailer graze your bare stomach.

“Eddie!”

“I’ll get you a new one,” he compromises, tearing the sleeves off so the shirt’s finally off you. “There. Now it’s gone.”

Impatient, Eddie places incremental kisses from your collarbones to the top of your breasts. He greedily sucks on your skin, makes you whimper. Eddie decides that he likes the sound you make, and he does it again. It’s ethereal, a new sound he likes other than metal. And he’s lucky enough that the clasp of your bra’s right in the center.

He unclasps them, goggles at your exposed tits like a newborn. You chuckle at his expression and kick at his shin. “Watcha staring at?”

“Tits.” He breathes out. “Pretty,” his hands knead your breasts, thumb grazing over your hardened nipples. You arch your back to him, almost digging his face on the valley of your tits. “pretty tits.”

You feel your face redden. “Flirt,” you sigh, moaning when he nips at one of them. “Fuck.” The restriction from your hands makes you groan, because you want to touch his hair, let your nails comb through his shaggy tresses. He sucks and nips at your buds, greedy, hungry, and treats the right breast with the same eagerness.

“You like that?” he mumbles against your skin. “Being helpless? All tied up while I suck on your tits? God you look so fucking hot right now.”

“Eddie,” you whine. “Do something.”

“Patience,” he says, but his hand leaves your mounds anyway, trails down and teases your stomach with light touches that it tickles. Eddie’s fingers tease your belly button, circling around it, before they decide to trace your hipbone, until they draw the top row of your jeans.

With lips still around your nipple, he unbuttons your jeans, drags the zipper down ever so slowly, like he’s got all the time in his world. And he does – maybe a lifetime full of times like these, where he’s indulging you (and your touch, scent, kisses).

But he spares your impatience. Eddie tugs your jeans down, in a motion that goes slow to fast when they reach your calves. He lets go of your breast, kissing your collarbone before he bites on your neck. He’s doing all that with his hand tugging your underwear down.

“They’re cute, baby,” he giggles in your neck. “I like them.”

You moan, followed by a shy laugh. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank for,” Eddie kisses you. “I love anything you wear. But I love it even more when you’re wearing nothing.”

“Cheeky- ah,” you moan when his finger drags between your slit, lathering up your wetness just in his middle finger. “Shit.”

“So wet, baby,” Eddie bites your bottom lip, releases it with a soft titter. “So fucking wet. God, it’s amazing how I did all of this.”

“Don’t be complacent, Eddie,” you tease him, raising your leg to wrap it around his ass. He shakes his head, presses chaste kisses on the corner of your lips.

His fingers rub your clit in slow circles. Eddie’s neophyte fingers possess abundant dexterity in certain things. You’ve always glorified his hands when he plays the guitar in quick riffs, or when he gesticulates his hands when he narrates during DnD, or anything he does with them. But now, maybe his fingers touching your pussy might be your favorite sight (and feeling) of it all.

Eddie rubs, circles, applies pressure to your clit. He has you whimpering and squirming with his miniscule touches, and he loves the feeling of seeing you like this – a mess for him. Desperate for him. You can tell he’s also tracing something; something you can’t perceive because everything feels too delicately good. But they’re eight letters. Eight letters of an unknown sentence, eight letters lost in your voluptary haze.

“More,” you demand, pushing your hips harder into his hand.

He tuts. “Where are your manners?” Eddie looks up at you. “You gotta beg for it, baby. I can’t just give you everything that you want, can’t I?”

“Eddie,” you whine.

“(y/n),” he mocks you.

“Please,” an embarrassing plead. “Please, Eddie. Just touch me.”

He’s teasing you. “I’m already touching you,”

“Fuck me,”

“With what?”

“Your – your fingers,” you exhale. “Your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers, baby, please.”

“Alright baby,” he rubs on your clit still, not obeying yet. But he eventually does, his fingertips tracing your hole before he slips one in. Eddie moans quietly at the feeling of your tender walls, tracing each crevice of you. You’re moaning again, perhaps a bit louder despite having one finger in.

Then he slips in another one, and another, easily. Because you’re all gaping for him. He fucks you with his fingers slowly, making sure you adjust. He kisses your neck for good measure, then your cheeks, then your lips. Eddie kisses your lips again and again, parting your lips open with his tongue. You sloppily kiss him back ‘cause your moaning, louder when his fingers go fast.

Your cunt makes loud wet sounds. It makes you feel embarrassed that he hears this, although he doesn’t tell you that the sounds make him harder than a fucking rock.

“Fuck, baby,” you grunt. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah, I know it does. I can tell,” his hands move over the threshold of rapidly vigorous. Eddie moves his fingers faster, thumb rubbing your clit. It overstimulates you, makes you moan until the nearby trailers hear you. “Greedy girl. So fucking spoiled, getting everything that she wants.”

He declares it’s not enough to himself. Eddie descends from your face and down to where his fingers continue to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. You cry when he removes three of his fingers, but he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your gaping cunt, the entire thick muscle forcing itself in.

The feeling’s foreign, having to never been fucked by a tongue before. It’s not as thick as his fingers but it feels good nonetheless, because you’re still moaning for him. You’ve got your legs over his shoulders, and he’s got his thumb rubbing your clit still. The vacant hand rests on top of your pelvis, holding you down when he fucks his tongue in and out of you.

“God, fuck,” he groans against your cunt.

You tug on your hands. The handcuff hurts around your wrist the harder you tug, but the pain only adds more delectation to what you feel down there to your cunt.

“I’m close, Eddie,” you gasp, tears brimming your eyes from the gratification. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

He pulls his tongue out, only to be replaced by three of his fingers again. You practically scream, thrashing around with your back arched, head deep on the pillow with a slacked jaw and shut eyes.

Eddie moves his fingers faster, and faster, until your legs shake. “Cum for me, baby. I got you. I fucking got you.”

He doesn’t stop until he starts to feel the warm substance on the tip of his fingers, and when your legs stop quaking and dig your feet on his back, sweeter liquid pours out with a loud cry.

You taste sweet. A sanctuary with walls flooded with nectar, and he’s a sinner thirsty for wine as he’s spent his entire life in Hell with a parched throat. Your salubrious liquids remedies his throat; it spurts out with ire, staining even his face and coats his voracious lips.

Eddie’s zenith doesn’t prevent him from stopping, only when he sees you calm down. Your body slackens on his mattress, and only then he sees the stains you caused on his bed.

“Holy fucking shit,” you laugh. Eddie smiles at you, sucking his hands clean like the greedy bitch he is before he places them on either side of your head. He brings himself down to kiss you, and you can’t taste yourself on his tongue. “I’ve never done that before,”

He pulls away a little. “Well then, I’m honored.”

But he’s not done. Eddie removes the belt from his denims, pulls them off quicker than he removed yours. When he pulls his boxers down, the sight of his cock has your lips water. He’s well shaven, pink and swollen on the tip, two indignant veins around the shaft. You quietly moan when he pumps himself, precum leaking from his slit.

A hand props himself up while the other lines his cock right in front of your swell pussy. He gives your clit light slaps, laughs when you grunt and whimper. “You ready? Or you’re tired?”

You shake your head. “Fuck me or I’ll rip my hands off these things and use you as a toy.”

Eddie gasps at your vulgarity. “Demanding!”

But he does command to your demand. Eddie pushes himself in, until he can’t move anymore. You feel so full, the feeling of his cock buried inside you is preposterously rapturous.

“So tight, baby,” he pants, hand cupping your ass to lift your leg around his torso. “Feel so amazing, (y/n). Feel so fucking amazing I wanna stay here forever.”

Your nail scratches on his bandana. “You could,” you look at him. “Only my legs would go numb. So I totally don’t recommend that.”

“I’ll carry you everywhere.” He bargains. “Then you wouldn’t have to walk. I’ll do everything for you.”

“Anything for a lifetime of cockwarming, huh?” you giggle.

“Totally,”

“Well you can have that after you fuck me. So please,” your head lifts to bite his bottom lip, pulling it out with a quiet pop. Eddie grunts. “fuck me, freak.”

Eddie only kisses you as he begins to thrust. He pulls his cock out completely before pushing in. His opted movement draws out a long moan out of you. You look up at him to see his eyes closed tightly, jaw relaxed into quiet moans. It’s like dream to see him like this, only it is happening and you’ve never been happier.

A cock that has you voracious for him, it feels like Eddie’s fucking you in a burning altar – fire increased by each thrust he makes. Eddie wraps your legs around his torso, balls slapping at your ass. It’s a plethora of obscene sounds that gets you wetter than you ever could. And although you wanted it, it frustrates you that you can’t pull on Eddie’s hair.

But you love the feeling of submitting yourself to him, anyway. So who are you to complain for wanting something you’ve craved for a long time?

“Eds,” you moan into his mouth. “Feel so fucking amazing.”

“I know, baby,” he chuckles, rubbing his nose against yours.

He’s rocking harder into you, each thrust stupendous as it tethers you together. Eddie fucks his cock harder into you, doing it like it’s his swan song. But it’s not, he’s gonna keep doing this forever. Even when you burn together in Hell, he’s going to keep fucking his cock in your until you turn into ashes.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers clawing on your restraints. And you moan, tumultuously. Eddie’s red cheeks and hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat deserves to be in a painting placed as the main attraction at a museum. He craves for your touch, too, so whilst pounding into you, Eddie pulls out the key from his drawer and unlocks the cuffs from your wrist before untying the bandana from the other.

Immediately your hands dig themselves into his hair, scratching every part of his back. You claw at him, seeing the red tendrils form on his biceps, and on his back when Eddie digs his head on the crook of your neck.

But the sovereignty of your hands don’t last long. Eddie grabs them and pins them to the mattress, sucking on your neck. “Harder,” you grunt when hits that spot in you. “Harder, Eddie.”

“I’m already giving you everything I got, babe,” he chuckles. “This is hard as I can go. Unless you want me to take you in the ass-”

“That’s for next time,” you stop him. Eddie ignores the fact that you said there’d be next time, like you plan on doing this immorality with him for as long as you both wanted.

Your feet digs themselves on his ass, urging him on. “I’m close,” he tells you, and his thrusts go sloppy. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, like he’s going to burst.

“So am I,” he forces your hands deeper into the mattress. “Where are you gonna cum?”

“I gotta pull out,” he exhales.

“Okay,” you nod, voice barely a whisper. “Okay, Eddie, I’m gonna cum.”

“I’ll hold it in,” he lets go of your hands so he could rub your clit. You feel it teetering on the edge, and his incessant rubbing cuts the knot and you’re cumming again.

Eddie pulls out, just enough time for him to give himself a few more strokes before he’s shooting his warm seed on your stomach. He paints your skin in alabaster stripes, his hand covered with your slick and cum as he strokes himself still.

The culmination is rhapsodic; a cognizance that you just fucked your best friend, or rather he fucked you. The altar stops burning, your legs fall down on the mattress, and Eddie runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Fuck,” he gasps. His back slackens from exhaustion. Eddie places his hands on your thighs and leans down to kiss you again.

The innocence in the kiss is strong, as if he hadn’t just fucked your legs out of its mobility. You wrap your arm around his back, where he breaks away from you to kiss your biceps, back to your neck, then to your lips.

“That was cool,”

“That’s it?” he looks at you. “Only cool?”

“I’m too fucked out to explain how amazing your dick was,” you chuckle, tracing his cupid’s bow. “But it’s so cool. So, so cool. You made me squirt, so take that as a sign that it’s more than cool.”

“Alright,” he pecks you again. “Just give me a moment, ‘kay? I’ll clean you up.”

Eddie stands up, cock softening as he disappears in the bathroom right outside his bedroom. He comes back with a wet towel in his hand, kneeling in front of you to wipe the mess he made.

“You stained my bed, babe,” he kisses your knee when he wipes the outside of your swollen cunt. You flinch when he accidentally presses hard on you. “Sorry.”

“‘s alright.” You smile at him.

Eddie can’t help but smile even as he wipes his mess on your stomach. And he can’t stop wanting to kiss you – which is what he does. He gives you a tender kiss. Two. Three, until he lets his tongue prod your mouth for a few seconds before pulling back.

You cup his face in your hands, tracing the creases on his face when he smiles. “You know, if you get to fuck me this good whenever I’m jealous, I’d be jealous all the time.”

“Aha!” he beams, like a triumphant child. “I knew it! You were jealous.”

You pull on his hair, glaring at him. “Freak.”

“Freak in the fucking sheets, yeah.”

“Gross.”

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wonderfulmindofmilo · 4 months

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Hurt - Leon S Kennedy

Sypnosis: Leon arrives home from a mission with a few cuts and bruises on his face. Luckily for him, you've got a few plasters to hide the cuts with.

Note: I'm about to post an ai asmr on YT but I saw this art and had to write a little so here is this cute little piece <3

The sound of keys jingling and the front door being unlocked was enough to get you to pause your show even though you were in the middle of a heated fight scene that you were strongly invested in.

The show could wait because you knew exactly who was opening the door. Your beloved boyfriend, Leon S Kennedy. Typically, his missions lasted months and you would have to entertain yourself until he returned home. This mission had lasted longer than usual though so you had been worried for the past few weeks. You knew his job was dangerous and it was always scary to think about what could happen, no matter how capable he is.

You got up off the couch and walked to the door, ready to greet Leon with a smile and a kiss. When he opened the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing you and he didn't hesitate to smile.

"Guess who's home" he says while wrapping his arms around your waist and then syncing his lips with yours for a kiss that screamed 'I missed you'. You were first to pull away and you were quick to notice the cuts that littered his face.

"Jesus, those could get infected, Le" you say while cupping his face and moving it around to investigate the injuries. He let's out a low chuckle, finding your concern cute as he takes your hand and pulls them off his face.

"Nothing to worry about, baby, they'll heal" he says but you're quick to counter his words with a light flick on his forehead and a "Don't be so nonchalant about it" before going straight to the bathroom to look for plasters, dragging Leon with you.

You manage to find some plasters and Leon notices the box littered with pink coloring and a familiar mascot dead center of the box. He also notices the smug smile on your face as you start to open the box. You clearly are about to take joy in sticking pink Hello Kitty plasters all over his face.

He let's out a sigh as you open the box and pull out a few plasters before putting the small box back into the drawer it was taken from. You stand in front of him as you take the first plaster (which was littered with small hearts) and stick it gently on his forehead first. As you do so, he speaks.

"Hello Kitty plasters? Are we out of regular plasters or something?" He says with amusement in his tone as he looks at you with an eyebrow raised. You take another plaster which is small and circular with a butterfly design and stick it below his eye- where another cut was.

"Oh no, there were regular plasters. I just think you'd prefer these" you said smugly while taking another Hello Kitty plaster by both ends and carefully placing it on his nose. This plaster had the head of Hello Kitty smack dead in the middle. Leon cringed slightly at the feeling but quickly recovered.

"Mm, yeah. These are wayyy better" he says sarcastically with a smirk as you pull out yet another plaster. This one was square though and had smiley faces all over it. You placed it over a bruise on the bottom left of his face as you spoke up again.

"Noted, I'll buy these from now on" I say while grabbing the last plaster with a pair of cherries on it and placing it below his lip diagonally. Leon let out an amused huff as he leaned down and gave you another quick kiss.

"Thank you for healing me with Hello Kitty plasters" he says with sarcasm laced in his tone and you laugh before gifting him a kiss on his forehead. You take his shoulders and spin him around so he can look at his face in the bathroom mirror.

"Oh my god.." Leon mutters when he sees his face. He looks down, letting out a laugh, and muttering about how he looks ridiculous. "Do I really need this many plasters?" He says while glancing behind to look at you. You found his embarrassment enjoyable and didn't hesitate to tell him he had to keep the plasters on.

"The plasters will help the injuries heal faster so, no, you can't take them off" you say, still keeping that evil grin on your face. He looks at you with amusement before shaking his head with a smile.

"You're lucky I love you"

#Leon kennedy #Leon #Kennedy #leon s kennedy #Leon Scott Kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #Leon kennedy fluff #Resident evil #Resident evil 4 #Resident evil 2 #Resident evil 6 #Hello kitty

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niuniente · 7 months

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Hey Niu~ Do you have any smaller wonders you'd recommend visiting in Japan

Sure!

OSAKA

If you go to Osaka around the end of a month, there's a monthly temple flea market in the Shitennoji temple yard. It's arranged on 21st and 22nd of each month, and regular people are selling there their old stuff, as well as booths selling vintage kimonos, yukatas, haoris etc., ceramics, decorations, lots of antique items, statues etc. Take a subway to Tennoji station, the temple is next it. Read more here!

In Osaka, near Tenma JR railwaystation, is a takoyaki shop owned by an 86 year old lady called Hiroko. She's been making takoyakis for 60 years in that shop. You might have seen this image set of Hiroko giving a piece of her mind about people complaining that her food is too yellow (if not, see it - it's hilarious!) Her shop is called たこ焼き寛子（ひろこ), Takoyaki Hiroko (Hiroko). The address is 5 Chome-6-3 Tenjinbashi, Kita Ward, Osaka, 530-0041, Japan. If you use subway, get off at Ogimatchi station to get to her store.

If you love toys and anime merch, there are two good spots for these in Osaka; one is the famous Den Den Town and other one is Kiddy Land in Umeda.

You can get to Den Den Town the easiest from Nipponbashi metro station. Just head towards south. You can also walk from Namba to Den Den Town as it's just right the next corner.

Kiddy Land is a bit harder to locate in the gigantic Hankyuu department store (which is like multiple building spreading across the whole Umeda) but you can get there the best from Umeda station. Kiddy Land has lots of toy stores, like Miffy, San-X, and a mixed store of everything cute, and also a Lego store. If you go out from the building from the door next to the Lego store, you can walk a few ten meters to a big Loft-store. It also has some merch, typically San-X and Sanrio and Disney stuff, but on the top floor of the same building there's an anime store. They sell lots of art books, replica swords and also special collectible statues like Japanese deities.

Special mentioning goes to the Namba Daiso (Namba Daiso Nansan-dori). It has 5 floors, all stuff with 100 yens. It's very near Namba metro station, easy to find! If you want to get super fancy and you've got a big budget, the Takashimaya department store is near this Daiso. You can find all kind of food items there, some with ridiculous prices. There's also Daimaru department store in Namba in close proximity - they sell fresh made taiyaki cakes in the bottom floor's food section.

KYOTO

Near Kyoto, you can find a small town of Arashiyama. It is the most well-known for its ancient wooden bridge and bamboo forests. People go just walk around into the bamboo forest. Many movies and TV series has been filmed in that forest. There's a direct train service to Arashiyama from Kyoto. Arashiyama is especially gorgeous at the end of November when the fall has arrived to Kansai area. It's apparently also super pretty during cherry flower season in spring. There are lots of temples in a small area, too, if you want to explore them.

(Here's the famous bridge).

In Kyoto, there's a design shop of SOU SOU. Now, SOU SOU makes and sells handmade tabi shoes, kimonos, yukatas, string bags, dishware, and wonderful print tabi socks but they also have their own, traditional Japanese café at their Kyoto store called Sou Sou Zaifu. You can get only coffee and matcha tea here - the order is hand made in order in front of you. It's very quiet and idyllic, intimate place. I accidentally went here to find shelter from a rain and it was so lovely. Even the shop itself is worth the visit, if you're interested in fashion and design! Read more here.

(Sou Sou Zaifu cafe. It seems the same guy is still working here. He was very friendly!)

TOKYO

If you travel in Tokyo, about 45 minutes by train from Tokyo is the city of Saitama. Saitama has a Sayama Hills at Tokorozama, which is also known as The Totoro Forest. Hayao Miyazaki has taken inspiration to Totoro from Sayama Hills. It was hard to find any information of this place in English (and even in Japanese!) in the past, but nowadays there's information in English. Read more here (with a Japanese map)

#japan #kyoto #tokyo #osaka #travel tips #travel guide #ask niu

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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I love your blog 🥺🥺🥺 could you do the ladies of re8 reacting to their s/o stealing their clothes?

Thank you! <3 Absolutely.

Mia Winters, Elena Lupu, Mother Miranda, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Donna Beneviento reacting to their s/o stealing their clothes.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Mia Winters

Since Mia herself has a frequent habit of stealing your clothes, she can't be too upset when she asks for help finding a cardigan and you show up in it.

Not that you wearing her things bothers her, anyway. Far from it! The sight makes her melt a bit. You’re so cute.

"I can take it off if you w—"

"It's fine," Mia insists, smiling and waving you off. She’ll just put something else on.

(Likely something of yours).

After that moment, the lines between both of your wardrobes begin to blur until they practically become one. Like, yes, you have your clothes and Mia has hers, but neither of you truly acknowledges the line separating her half of the closet from yours.

Elena Lupu

It began with you tearing your coat while working outside, and Elena lending you one of hers for your journey home.

When she next saw you, she had decided to drop by your house and found you sitting on your small porch, wearing it.

You were also wearing it when she ran into you at the market.

And during one of Miranda’s speeches.

Elena figures that if you like the coat so much, she’ll just let you keep it. She tells you such when you do finally try and return it. But you’re insistent that Elena takes it back because it doesn’t smell like her anymore.

Oh.

She gets it now. With a light blush dusting her cheeks, Elena takes the coat back for the time being.

Mother Miranda

Miranda’s robes are just so... nice-looking? Well-designed? Who can blame you for wanting to try them on? Some might consider it ballsy to yoink the Mother Miranda’s clothes and don them, but anybody willing to attempt to get as close to her as you has got to be. At least a little.

You’re enjoying how powerful the look makes you feel when Miranda comes in with a question for you, only to see you posed like... Well, the only apt comparison she can think of is a crab. Point is, you look utterly ridiculous.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asks, making you jump nearly a foot in the air.

"...Maybe."

Okay. If Miranda can trust you enough to sleep beside you in the same bed, to let you see moments of emotional vulnerability that others scarcely get to, then she's going to trust you to wear her things and not ruin them.

Just don't take her robes outside.

And if you ever put on her lab coat, be willing to give it back when she needs it.

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela simply admires you in silence for a minute.

You feel the need to ask whether or not she wants you to return what you're wearing. Her expression isn't easy to read and you can't tell whether or not she's upset.

Bela shakes her head and pays you a compliment before returning to her book.

You look great. Please feel free to wear her stuff more often.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is likely to act as if she doesn’t even notice that what you’re wearing is hers. Even if it’s painfully clear.

Internally, though? Cass’ brain is just going: holy shit. holy fucking shit. holy fucking shit fuck oh my fuck shit holy god.

The sight is so... satisfying? Pleasing? Hot?

Who gave you the right to go around looking that good? It’s borderline distracting.

Daniela Dimitrescu

The first time Daniela saw you in something of hers, she legitimately squealed.

She loves seeing you in her clothes.

(Of course, the fact that this is the sort of thing she's read in many a romance novels is part of the reason why).

But also, you look so good in everything!

Daniela will purposefully leave out things in the hope that you'll wear them. She often chooses items that are obviously hers, too. Just so that everyone else knows.

She's going to start snagging your clothes as well.

Alcina Dimitrescu

It amuses Alcina that you’re so determined to wear her things when they’re so far from fitting you. You have to pull some YouTube life hack-esque bullshit to make most of her things wearable.

Where did you get your dress? Actually, it’s not a dress, it’s a skirt you found in Alcina’s wardrobe.

One time, she caught you all cozied up in one of her fur coats. But it wasn’t until Alcina went to move the coat that she noticed you. You were practically buried within it. After briefly checking to make sure you could properly breathe down there, she just found herself... endeared.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is a tad bit confused when she catches you dressed in something she's fairly certain came from her wardrobe. She has to do a double-take.

Do you need more clothes? She could make you some! You don’t have to wear hers.

Unless you try to explain, Donna is probably not gonna understand.

One day, she decides to try it herself and it completely clicks.

Donna starts stealing your clothes more than you steal hers.

When you're gone and she's feeling lonely or particularly anxious? Putting on one of your shirts, sweaters, or pretty much anything that has your scent? It's nice.

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heich0e · 1 year

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pleaseee can we get some nai college head cannons!

this is not headcanons my apologies

part of the trigun college!au (nai/f!reader)

You hear the jingle of keys against the marble countertop down the hallway. The thump of a backpack hitting the floor. The swish of plastic bags. The sound of footsteps drawing nearer to you.

“Hey, I picked up takeout from—“

Nai turns the corner into Vash’s bedroom, one hand curling around the doorframe as his tousled, white-blonde hair comes into view.

“Oh.”

You watch every trace of softness in his face harden. Harsh lines and ice overtaking the momentary glimpse of warmth you’d caught in his expression.

“Hi!” You wave from your place in Vash’s bed. You have a cozy blanket wrapped around you and your laptop resting in the cradle of your crossed legs. Your essay sits neglected on the screen, forgotten now even in spite of the looming deadline, your eyes glued instead to the boy hovering in his brother’s doorway.

“Where’s Vash?”

Nai has a tone that makes people flinch. You’ve seen it happen countless times with your very eyes—on campus, at the convenience store around the corner from he and Vash’s apartment, even at the rare party he frequents. But no matter how terse his words might be, you never do.

“He accidentally stole Nicholas’ laptop charger when we were on campus earlier, he just ran over to bring it back before Nico’s night class.”

At the mere mention of the brunette, Knives’ expression turns even more severe; his upper lip curls in visible disgust.

“He’ll be right back,” you add, smiling softly.

Why are you smiling?

Nai spins on his heel to slink away, but you stop him.

“Did you say you got takeout?”

“I got my brother and I dinner,” he makes sure to emphasize who the meal was meant for, though he doesn’t spare you a glance over his shoulder.

You laugh into your fist as he slinks away back towards the kitchen, and you hear him clunking around huffily as you return your attention to your assignment.

You reach for your cellphone after rewording a sentence that really doesn’t matter instead of adding another one that does, pulling up your text conversation with the boy whose bed you’re sitting in.

(6:15pm) Nai’s home! Hurry back or he’ll kick me out again plssss

As soon as you hit send, you hear a suspicious jingling from somewhere in the room. It’s too conveniently timed to be a coincidence. You slip your laptop off your lap, pushing it to the side, and lean your body over the edge of the bed to peer down at where you’d heard the sound coming from. Lo and behold, Vash’s cellphone is resting on the ground next to his bedside table. It had probably fallen off the bed while the two of you had been toiling away at your respective school work, just before he made a mad dash to campus when he realized he’d accidentally come home with two laptop chargers instead of one—and gotten a strongly worded text message from the other charger’s owner (who’d obviously just come to the same conclusion.)

You sigh, plucking Vash’s phone up from the ground. He’s constantly losing the thing, or cracking the screen, which is a little ridiculous considering the brightly-coloured case he has it wrapped in—cute little cartoon characters are printed onto the red plastic, and he’s added various stickers (and scratches) to accompany them. You’re laughing a little at the design when the phone jingles again.

6:16PM - New Message (1) Nai: Hi. That girl is here again

6:16PM - New Message (2) Nai: She’s in your bedroom

6:16PM - New Message (3) Nai: When are you coming back? Where are you? If you (…)

You snort to yourself as message after message pops up on the screen, the latter part of the last one lost to the cut of the notification preview. You know Vash’s passcode, but you also know it’s not your place to see what his brother is texting him—not that the younger sibling would care.

But you suspect someone else might.

You pad out to the kitchen, Vash’s phone clutched in your hand.

Nai is standing in the kitchen in front of a mountain of takeout containers. They’re from a fancy restaurant uptown you know he likes, because Vash had mentioned it on a few occasions. Nai tends to have more… particular tastes than his little brother, who you’re fairly certain would be happy to eat out of a convenience store for the rest of his natural life.

The elder twin hears you come in and glowers at you at you hover in front of the island in the open concept kitchen, the expanse of marble separating you.

“He forgot his phone,” you say, holding up the device in front of you demonstratively.

Nai’s brow creases, his lips tugging down at the corners in an even deeper frown than before. You watch as he lifts his hand to rub at his temple in frustration.

Knives hates it when Vash doesn’t have his phone. Or forgets to charge it. Or loses it. Or cracks the screen. Or does anything that impedes him from getting in touch with him.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” you assure the elder of the two brothers, setting the phone down on the countertop. “He left a while ago and he was coming right home.”

The phone is snatched up from the counter almost as soon as your hand has pulled away from it, and Nai shoves it into the pocket of his joggers. You watch as he reaches for his keys next.

“Are you going to find him?” you ask, and Nai ignores you, tugging his jacket on.

“If you leave now, you’ll probably just end up missing each other. He’s probably already in the elevator!” you call to the blonde’s retreating form as he stalks towards the front door angrily.

“It’s not even dark out, and campus is only 10 minutes away.”

He stuffs his feet harshly into his sneakers, though he’s careful not to crease the backs.

You glance around furtively, looking for another excuse to keep him from needlessly going chasing after Vash.

“Hey, if you go, do you mind if I have some of this?”

Nai whips around just in time to see you leaning over the counter to slip a finger under the edge of one of the takeout container lids to peek inside. He crosses the apartment towards you in three long strides, leaning over and snatching the box out from under your hand with a sneer.

“Was that steak?” you ask, eyes wide and sparkling, your hands clasped in front of your heart.

“None of your business,” he snaps.

It is steak. Wagyu. Cooked to a perfect medium rare.

Just the way he likes it.

He opens his mouth to snap at you again, probably about touching things that don’t belong to you, or getting the hell out of his apartment, when the front door swings open.

“Honey I’m hoooooooo—”

Vash spots Knives sneering down at you on the other side of the apartment, craning over where you’re leaning against the kitchen counter, faltering to a stop. The fist-full of heavy convenience store bags he has clutched in his hands rustle as the swing in his grip.

“Oh, hi Nai! You’re home early!” Vash smiles when he sees his brother, his eyes crinkling at the corners behind the round lenses of his glasses. He kicks his tattered boots off clumsily in the doorway before approaching you both. “I got us dinner! There’s lots, so we can all share!”

You see a twitch of irritation in his older brother’s jaw. Nai takes a step back from you.

“You left the house without your cellphone again.”

Vash’s eyes widen in the wake of his brother’s words. He uses his free hand to pat along his pockets, and then winces sheepishly when he realizes his mistake. “Sorry, sorry! Had to run to campus, and I must have left it—”

Nai reaches into his pocket and retrieves the device, holding it out to his little brother.

“What’s the point of a mobile phone if it stays in one place?” Nai mutters sullenly.

Vash takes it appreciatively, tucking it into his own pocket. Then he spots the containers on the counter.

“Woah, what’s all this?” he asks excitedly, craning up onto his tiptoes to peek around his brother’s shoulder at the food on the counter behind him. “Did you pick up food too?”

“My meeting with the department chair was shorter than I expected, so I thought it would be nice to eat together. I didn’t realize we’d have company.” Nai’s gaze flickers resentfully to you from the corner of his eye.

“Well, there’s so much food here now, it’s a good thing there’s three of us!” Vash chirps happily, turning to you. “You’ll stay, right?”

Your friend’s face is alight with expectation.

Behind him, Nai is scowling.

You smile brightly.

“Of course!”

#trigun college!au #nai x reader #knives millions x reader #trigun drabble #trigun writing #writing #liv got mail

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wildgirllz · 1 year

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can i request something? Where bucky is confused by makeup or a certain type of womens clothing?? Tons of humour??

Here you go! <3

Bucky Barnes had never been one to pay much attention to fashion or makeup. As a former assassin and now an Avenger, he was used to wearing practical and comfortable clothes that could withstand battle. However, lately, he had noticed that some of the female Avengers had been wearing some new type of clothing and makeup that he didn't quite understand. He was confused by the bright colors, the different fabrics, and the various styles.

One day, while wandering around the Avengers headquarters, Bucky stumbled upon Y/N, his girlfriend, who was getting ready for a night out. She was standing in front of a mirror, applying some lipstick and eye shadow, and Bucky couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, completely bewildered by the array of tubes and pots scattered around her.

"I'm getting ready for a night out with the girls," Y/N replied, smiling at him.

Bucky furrowed his brow. "But why do you need all of that stuff on your face? You look beautiful just the way you are."

Y/N chuckled. "Thanks, babe, but this is just for fun. It makes me feel pretty"

Bucky was still confused. "I don't understand. Why would you want to wear all of that stuff? Doesn't it feel weird?"

Y/N shook her head. "Not really. It's just like wearing armor or a uniform. It makes me feel confident."

Bucky nodded slowly, still unsure. "Okay, I guess I can see that. But what about these clothes? They're so different from what you usually wear. How do you even move in them?"

Y/N laughed. "They're called dresses, Bucky. And they're designed to be comfortable and easy to wear. Trust me, you'd be surprised how much you can move in them."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, Y/N. They look a little...restrictive."

Y/N grinned mischievously. "Oh, really? Well, why don't you try one on and see for yourself?"

Bucky's eyes widened in horror. "What? No way! I can't wear a dress! I'm a man!"

Y/N shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if you ever want to understand what it's like to wear women's clothes, you have to try it on at least once."

Bucky shook his head vehemently. "No, no, no. I'm not doing it."

Y/N pouted. "Please, Bucky? It would be so cute! And I promise I won't make you wear it out in public."

Bucky sighed. "Fine. But just this once, okay?"

Y/N beamed. "Yay! Okay, let me find something for you to wear."

Bucky watched in horror as Y/N rummaged through her closet, pulling out various dresses and skirts. Finally, she settled on a light blue sundress with a floral pattern.

"Here you go," she said, holding it up for him to see.

Bucky gulped. "I don't know about this, Y/N. It looks...girly."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "That's kind of the point, Bucky. Now, go put it on and come back here so I can see how cute you look."

Bucky reluctantly took the dress and disappeared into the bathroom. When he emerged a few minutes later, Y/N gasped.

"Oh my god, Bucky, you look adorable!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

Bucky looked down at himself in disbelief. The dress was soft and flowy, and he had to admit, it felt kind of nice against his skin. But he still felt silly.

"I feel ridiculous," he grumbled.

Y/N walked up to him and took his hand. "You look amazing, Bucky!"

Bucky nodded slowly, a newfound respect for women's fashion and beauty routines dawning on him. "Yeah, I think I'm starting to get it."

Y/N beamed. "I knew you would. And you know what? You look so cute in that dress that I think we should take some pictures to remember this moment."

Bucky groaned, but he couldn't help but smile at Y/N's enthusiasm. They spent the next hour taking silly photos of Bucky in the dress, trying out different makeup looks, and laughing until their sides hurt. By the end of it, Bucky had to admit that he had a newfound appreciation for women's fashion and beauty, and he felt closer to Y/N than ever before.

Feel free to leave requests! <3

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky barnes incorrect quotes #bucky x female reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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abitohoney · 8 months

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So after a recent Big Move™️, I’ve finally gotten my household goods delivered to my new home. WOOT WOOT.

And as I pulled out some baking/muffin pans, I thought

Damn. I’d like to think I’d be rough and tough and a “don’t look at me wrong or I’ll punt your ass over a high-rise” sort of girl boss in the Arcane world.

But realistically all I want is to bake some treats for Sev and Ran. Make sure they’re eating good. Dust off and adjust their collar before they head out on a mission/task or to a meeting or whatever. Pack them little snacks or lunchboxes. Pretend to not be fussy over them since I also have my own work but actually unintentionally show ✨affection✨. Give them a goodbye kith. Be a lil Susie-homemaker in denial.

Also this moonshine is kind of hitting hard send help

OMG congrats on the big move! I still remember my first big move! Exciting (and exhausting)! Hopefully you're past the exhausting part and slipping into chill mode.

Hard same on thinking I'd be a kick ass girl boss in Arcane but really just wanna be Sev and Ran's little Honey homemaker. 🤓

Some silly, cute, fluffy thoughts inspired by this below the cut. SFW believe it or not.

Fussing over them and packing them lil snacks and lunches sounds like a dream! 🤩 Gosh, just imagine packing them both a little paper sack lunch for the first time. They just give you a look like "Seriously? What am I, 8?" Meanwhile you're just smiling at them adoringly.

Maybe they both sit with the rest of Silco's cronies come lunch time. They're already feeling ridiculous carrying they're matching paper sack lunches, but they're just assuming it's gonna be some lame old bologna sandwiches and stale leftover chips from the last Jericho's dinner.

They simultaneously open their bags to pull out not just any old sandwich, rather it's the freshest looking bread they've ever seen, holding equally fresh greens, meats, and cheeses. And best worst of all, you'd used cookie cutters to cut them into heart shapes. Sevika and Ran exchange glances, brows raised. They both set the sandwiches down, behind their bags, hoping to hide them from the rest of the gang, only to pull out more incriminating lunchables. Several slices of pineapple, cut into disgustingly cute little stars. Then comes the veggies, cause of course you made sure their lunches were a complete balance of nutrition. Chubby little baby carrots arranged on a thick homemade hummus in a flower design. One little cherry tomato decorates the center.

The coup de grâce to their humiliation? Custom, tiny cupcakes decorated in bright pink, red, and purple icing and bedazzled with heart shaped sprinkles of the same colors.

Another exchange of glances, cheeks flushed, then eyes averted downward. Neither dare make eye contact with anyone else at the table. Not that any of them would dare to even so much as snicker at Silco's second in command or top assassin. Not if they valued their life.

So Sevika and Ran consume their entirely too cute lunch in silence. It's an uncomfortable one, but deep down, beneath those hard exteriors, their hearts swell with pride and joy. They have someone like you- who cares so much- to so lovingly select, create, and craft the sweetest of lunches. And just for them. ♥️

Sending help ASAP! (It's just me in a box with holes so I can 'help' you finish off that moonshine)

Also, every time you send me something ISTG I get such a strong itch to write my poly Sev x Reader x Ran fic. I will some day. (Still anxiously patiently waiting for your writing too! <3)

#arcane #sevika #Ran #sevika x reader #ran x reader #arcane sevika #arcane ran #arcane sevika x reader #arcane ran x reader #honey writes #honey answers #greatermaguro #greatest maguro #😁

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aalissy · 12 days

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Reverse Crush

Anddd here is today's second chapter :). I hope you like it! I am forever tormented by how little reverse crush we got in the show. I always want more haha. Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

Adrien sighed quietly, leaning on his fist as he craned his neck back to stare blatantly at Marinette. It was study hall so he could finally get away with just focusing on her. Not for the first time that day, though did he wish he sat behind her. That way, he’d be able to peek up at her periodically through the day rather than having to crane his head back awkwardly to look at her.

She looked adorable. Just like she did every day. Her tongue was stuck out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated on whatever it was she was drawing.

Cute.

Clearing his throat, Adrien leaned forward, tapping her desk to get her attention. She looked up, her pretty blue eyes wide with shock.

“What are you drawing, Marinette?” he asked, hopeful to hear her soft voice as she directed her attention to him alone.

Her surprise at his sudden question melted into a warm smile, and Adrien couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

"I was actually just sketching some of my ideas down for fashion. It helps for inspiration when I’m creating." Marinette replied.

Adrien leaned in a bit closer, intrigued by her creative process. "Can I see?" he asked eagerly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Marinette hesitated for a brief moment before nodding. She turned her notebook towards Adrien, revealing a series of intricate designs that showcased her talent and unique style.

The first page held numerous sketches of her and her friends in beautiful gowns. They all looked amazing. When he looked at the next page, however, his mouth dried. It was him. Or, well, Chat Noir, in a few different designs from Marinette.

Suddenly, Adrien was struck by the urge to commission her. He’d wear those designs every day. He bit it back, however. As much as he might want to, he couldn’t reveal his secret identity. Not even to someone as perfect as Marinette.

"These are beautiful, Marinette!" Adrien exclaimed, genuinely impressed. "You're so talented. I especially liked the way that you drew Chat Noir." He winked up at her.

An adorable red blush lit up her face at the compliment, and she smiled gratefully. He needed to figure out how to get her to do that more often. She looked so cute with a flush on her cheeks. "Thank you, Adrien. That means a lot coming from you, being the son of a famous designer and all."

Encouraged by her positive reaction, he couldn't resist teasing her playfully. "You know, if you ever need a model for your designs, I'd be happy to volunteer."

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, and then she burst into giggles, her laughter like music to his ears. "Sure, Adrien. I'll keep that in mind. If ever I make one of these frilly dresses, I’ll make sure that you’re the first one I call." She winked.

His heart quickened at her reaction, feeling dizzy with giddiness.

Wink! She winked at him. How was he meant to mentally function after that?

Adrien’s grin must have looked completely ridiculous as he couldn’t stop it from stretching wide across his cheeks. “I’ll be looking forward to it,” he replied, his voice filled with genuine excitement.

As the bell signaling the end of study hall rang, Adrien reluctantly tore his gaze away from Marinette who was laughing softly at his words. He made a mental note to find a way to bring up the topic of her designs again soon, maybe during their next study hall.

After all, she had winked and laughed at him! That had to mean something... right? He wracked his brain, trying to remember if he had ever seen Marinette wink at anyone else. He couldn’t think of any which was a very pleasant thought.

As he walked to his next class, Adrien couldn’t shake off the image of Marinette’s sketches, especially the ones featuring Chat Noir. It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking to see himself depicted in her designs, knowing that she had no idea of his secret identity.

Maybe... maybe he could sneak over to her room one night, just to commission one of those designs. After all, if Adrien was able to take a peek at her designs, he figured she’d certainly let Chat Noir, a superhero, see them as well. With that plan in mind, Adrien’s grin stayed on his face for the rest of the day.

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