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Okay, hear me out. I can't stop thinking about how hard it would be trying to surprise Izana. So I needed to write something about it!
Headcanon + a little drabble of Izana x gn!reader.
Warnings: it's Izana so... Yandere tendencies (I mean, it's kinda canon that he's possessive as fuck xD)
English is not my first language, be kind please 🙈
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HEADCANON:
Usually, you don't mind how clingy Izana can be.
You love spending time with your boyfriend, so even if he can be a little or a lot overprotective and possessive you're okay with it.
Except, when you want to give him a surprise.
Buying a present for Izana in secret it's almost an impossible mission.
Even if you manage to go shopping alone (how? Who knows), he would make some Tenjiku member follow you around.
Well, he would make Kakucho follow you around. He doesn't trust anyone else with you.
Luckily for you, Kakucho realizes what you're doing and ends up helping you to choose the perfect present for Izana (really, Kakucho have too much patient with his king, he deserves the world).
After that, you always ask for Kakucho's help when you are planning any type of surprise for your boyfriend.
Izana wasn't happy.
At all.
He was planning on spending the afternoon with you, cuddleling together. But, apparently, you didn't have time for him.
How dared you? Izana was your boyfriend, why on Earth he couldn't be resting on your lap right now?
So, of course, Izana was raging.
After beating up a few idiots that had the bad luck of existing "too loudly", he was venting to Kakucho.
"I don't get it! What could be more important for them than me, exactly? They are mine!"
Kakucho just sighed, completly used to Izana's tantrums at this point.
"Izana, today is 13th of February."
The scarred boy replied calmly, hoping his king would take the hint.
"So?"
"That means tomorrow is Valentine's Day."
Oh.
Oh.
Just like that, Izana's wrath disappeared completly. A soft smile on his face.
His gang could breathe again.
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fic-over-cannon · 4 months
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Candy Necklaces
jason todd x gn!reader
ao3 link
summary: you and jason get matching necklaces
tags: implied smut
rating mature (mdni) | wc: 0.5k
Jason would love seeing his initial around your neck, but he would secretly love wearing the first letter of your name even more. The necklaces are an anniversary gift, the two of you picking them out together. The letter pendants are small, on a chain longe enough that it can easily be tucked out of the way and into clothing if needed. You don’t mention how he goes a little teary eyed as you fix the clasp around his neck, the way his arms come around your waist as he leans down to kiss you slowly. The next few weeks you keep catching him staring at your chest and the little J that rests there, a little catch in his breath every time the glint of gold catches his eye.
It becomes a habit for Jason to play with his necklace. Pinching the pendant between his thumb, running it back and forth on its chain. There’s a warm glow in his belly at this proof of affection. That he’s yours and you’re his. It never really goes away, that feeling. It’s why he hates taking it off so much.
The only time Jason ever takes off his necklace is for patrol. Just the thought of losing it, of having it get torn off during a fight, is enough to open up a yawning cavern in his chest. Every night that the Red Hood appears, Jason adds his necklace to yours for safe keeping. Likes seeing the two necklaces together around your throat, safe, and knowing that you’ll watch over this part of him until he comes home.
Jason gets a little obsessed with watching the necklace swing as he thrusts into you. He gets a little hypnotized by it, moving his hips and body to get it to swing in different ways. You have to gently tug on his pendant to bring him back to you, pull him into a kiss. He’d make it a habit to kiss you silly, then trail kisses down your neck. His favourite look for you is wearing nothing but his name around your neck and you deserve to know exactly how much he appreciates it. He loves mouthing at your metal J where it rests on your sternum, glued to your skin with the light sweat of exertion.
Nearly six months later, after an anniversary date for the night you met, you present Jason with a little white box. Inside are two matching T pendants, the same kind as your necklaces. You tell him, “I think my name looks lonely without a “Todd’ after it.”
It takes him three days and a comment from Tim to figure out that that was you proposing to him. Sends him running for his favourite (civilian) leather jacket and the inside breast pocket where he’s been carrying around a ring for months.
“Were you serious?”
“…You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that Jason.”
“About making your last name ‘Todd’.”
“Oh, always.”
“Then I’ve got a question to ask you properly.”
The two of you wear your matching jewelry to the wedding, the Ts added to them. And if Jason fucks you a little harder, a little sweeter, at the sight of a JT at the hollow of your throat and the ring on your finger, well, that’s for you to enjoy.
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strxwberrylemonxde · 2 months
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joker x reader but im like batman or something and he's gay or something like idk
a/n: you are so real for this request bep-- I'm currently going through some writers block but i hope this was at least somewhat decent 😭 this also wasn't proof-read 💀
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Joker with a Batman!Reader who sends you anonymous messages after escaping Arkham for the millionth time. Joker prides himself in being the only person in Gotham who can truly get under your skin, who can get you this close to breaking that silly little “moral code” of yours. Also because he’s literally in love with you. But why blame him though? All he wants to do is get a good laugh out of his favorite Bat.
Joker with a Batman!Reader who leaves little surprises for you around the city. A jack-in-the-box here, a deck of cards there, all with the same message on them: Come and get me, Batsy!💚 It’s giving queer. Who would he be without his little flamboyant schemes? Gotta keep the love of his life on their toes, ya know?
Joker with a Batman!Reader who calls this little cat-and-mouse game of his a “date.” Of course it’s a date! Why wouldn’t it be? After being treacherously locked away in the confines of a small padded cell, unable to do the most heinous things just to get caught by you, he’s finally able to reunite with his beloved Batsy! He can’t let those other heinous lunatics get to you first, that’s his job!
Joker with a Batman!Reader who, when you finally find him in the dingiest, darkest, warehouse in Gotham, has the biggest grin on his face and a glint in his eye. “Aw, I knew you cared about me!”
Joker with a Batman!Reader who, at the final showdown of this little charade, holds you at gunpoint with a wide smile on his face. “You know Bats, I missed this. Me, waltzing around Gotham with a smile on my face. And you, with that bright, big scowl on yours! You just can't get enough of me!” Pulling the trigger, a small bouquet of flowers shot out of the gun's barrel. “So when’s our wedding?”
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baezdylan · 9 months
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Late Summer After a Panic Attack; Ada Limón
Amy Pond + Art History
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ackerfics · 1 year
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rory, since you write the sweetest, most fluffy and down to earth renditions of college levi... how would levi react to the first time you ever waited outside of his class for him and greeted him (much to his surprise) after his lecture finished? (ig in this, they give off more friend energy, perhaps nearly at the point of becoming best friends?)
omg thank you so much, love <3 here's a drabble for you to enjoy mwa
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levi is tired, point-blank exhausted with anything related to his university. and it has only been the second semester of his freshman year.
all of this monotonous schedule of waking up, studying, attending lectures, passing reports, answering exams, and just being inside paradis university sucks the living hell out of levi's soul. he's not someone who's that stressed often but now that he's feeling it, he's starting to understand the overly-friendly seniors who told him and his classmates about the intense requirements of their major. at first, he thought he could carry all the load but he's starting to think that he's just human like everyone else. not to mention that he has to do good every single semester for the sake of giving his mother a comfortable life after he graduates. maybe as he progresses through the remaining years in uni, all of this will alleviate and will make room for him to say fuck it. but seeing as he's still a freshman, levi has no choice but to suck it all up and make sure he passes the second semester as an honors student.
while getting out of a four-hour lecture on how compounds react with each other, levi sluggishly walks with his head never looking down despite how tired he is, the sky now a myriad of purples and red. he ignores some of the passing people taking a second glance at him. usually, he glares them off but now he has no energy to. again, he's not in the right headspace to interpret how some of the students in his year level find him attractive. he'll mind that on another day. now, all he wants is to get that tall cup of his usual tea order from his frequented cafe, possibly buy some take-out because he has no urge to cook his food tonight, and just sleep in.
he opens his phone for his schedule tomorrow, checking if there's going to be any vacant period in the morning. levi huffs when he finds there's none, pocketing his phone before looking up.
there you are, waving at him with that radiant smile on your face.
levi's eyes slightly widen at the surprising development.
you're a part of the same friend group he sometimes hangs out with. being best friends with the insane biology major (in his words), you're also a face he mostly sees at random times of the day, courtesy of the said insane biology major who drags you to wherever place they want. because of that mutual friend, you two start talking with each other in passing. these talks evolve into getting to know each other until the both of you can say that you're friends. the times levi meets up with the group and you're there, he seems to gravitate toward you. you don't boisterously ask people questions or sniff people at the first meeting or even interrogate them with wide eyes and a snake-like grin. levi surmises that you're the only normal one in this crazy band of misfits.
levi's heart skips a beat, finding you in a different light while you're standing there so effortlessly pretty.
maybe it's the fact that this is the first time you waited for him when he has classes or maybe it's because he's always wishing you'd do this to him (on nights when he has nothing to finish, you're the last thought he has before he falls asleep). it's embarrassing -- something that he keeps to himself for fear that hange or mike might tease the hell out of him and he has no choice but to throttle them to the ground.
the rapid beating inside his chest turns into something so fluttering, rushing to his face when he notices that you have a tall cup of drink in your hand, the logo of the cafe he prefers acting like a beacon.
"levi!" you call for him once he's a couple of feet from you. "how was class?" you naturally ask him, as if this has been going on for a while now.
levi blinks, schooling his face to cool down. "fine. it's fucking tiring." the moment he reaches you, his shoulders relax and the exhaustion from everything melts away. you have that effect on him. he likes that only he knows about it.
you hum, pursing your lips. you then perk up, lifting the tall cup of something warm in your hand. "here's something to cheer you up. your usual order from the brew."
he takes the cup from you. "thanks," he murmurs under his breath. he can't help but let out a contented sigh at the familiar flavor on his palate. levi furrows his eyebrows, looking at you with a slight sheen of concern in his eyes. "i thought your lectures finished about two hours ago?"
"don't worry about it," you wave off. "i stayed in the library closest to your building to finish some of my work and revisions. trust me when i say that staying here is more productive for me rather than going back home to my dorm room. you also know that i'm willing to wait for you no matter what time of the day it is."
levi hides his burning cheeks by taking a sip of his drink. he doesn't say anything. but that's the thing, he wants to say all these unexplained emotions he's feeling for you but instead, he softly flicks your forehead with his free hand's forefinger and thumb, afraid that he might scare you away. you two have been friends for only six months anyway.
"hey!"
he scoffs, almost a laugh. he wordlessly slides the straps of your tote bag from your shoulder and wears them on his. "let's go?" he says while walking away.
"levi, i waited for you and you're just going to walk away first?"
"walk faster then." he hears you huff and lighter footsteps follow him until you're right next to him. one corner of his lips lift in a half-smile while side-eyeing you pouting at the fact that he's being rude again. all those musings of being tired and suddenly levi feel invigorated to tell you with an unreadable face, "hey, how about we eat dinner in that resto you like? the one with thai food."
you curiously peer at him from underneath your eyelashes. "aren't you tired? we can have dinner on a different night, levi. you deserve the rest with all your workload, you know."
levi hums. "and i'm not tired now."
"are you sure?"
he glances at you from the corner of his eyes. lifting a hand, he pokes your forehead, earning him a whine from you. "i already told you i'm not tired. hurry up and stop gawking at me. i might leave you behind for good this time."
with your flustered stuttering in the background, levi naturally smiles for the first time this week. maybe rest can be a person after all.
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ezralva · 3 months
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Another name of kusahigu I saw some JP fans use and its meaning: 寛篤 (hiroatsu) which word by word can mean 'pious'
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bakugoyelling · 1 year
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Giyuu was super shy when he first started realizing he was crushing on you and every time he saw a pretty flower on any of his walks he’d always think of you. He’d pick the flower and hand it to you without a word and wait for you to take it from his hands.
“I saw it and thought of you…” he mutters quietly after a few seconds of silence. And you can’t help but smile and take the flower from his hands. Your smile and hearing your soft voice,
“Thank you, Giyuu.”
makes butterflies swarm in his stomach and his head spin. A blush starting to form on his cheeks as he turns to look away shyly.
🥺💓🥺💓 Giyuuuu my soft-spoken love, plucking pretty flowers because they remind him of you!!! He would be so awkwardly cute and sweet if he had a crush. Even when he’s alone on his walks, he can’t help but think of you 😭 oh, how I love him!!!
He would have never thought someone could make him feel this way — so full of life, someone he wants to be around.
Flash forward a year later, and the two of you are dating — also something he never thought would happen — you’re his, and he’s yours, forever, you often say, but that doesn’t stop him from plucking flowers for you.
One night, while twirling a fresh carnation between your fingers, you ask, “Giyuu, why do you pick flowers for me?”
It catches him a bit off guard. After all this time, you’ve never questioned why — for a second, he wonders if maybe you don’t want them anymore, but your voice is gentle, a smile tugging at your lips as you admire the flower's soft petals, awaiting his response.
“Because they’re pretty,” he says. “And pretty things have always reminded me of you,”
He pauses as you shift your gaze, peering up at him as he continues, “Because…you’re pretty too,”
Flustered, your boyfriend's words have you feeling like you did when he first asked you out. When he first held your hand. When he first kissed your cheek. A radiant warmth spreads through your body as you lean into him, nuzzling against his chest with a bashful chuckle as he wraps his arms around you.
He never fails to make you feel so loved, so adored.
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feluka · 9 months
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how it started
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how it’s going
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foxcort · 10 months
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His elder brother stood before him, whole and unmarred, and Tamlin felt as if all the air were expelled from his lungs. “Emrys.” A cruel, satisfied smile curved Emrys' mouth, the verdant of his all too familiar gaze alight with wicked elation. “Tamlin."
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I had brain riot with this idea, courtesy of @z3r0aqxa and their TR matchups. I just found this dynamic too adorable for not writing about this!
Edit: Fanart of this here! 💜
Ran Haitani with a s/o that have way too much energy and usually sleeps 5/6 hours top.
(english is not my first language, be nice please!)
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Ran doesn't understand how he ended up with you. Not that he's complaining exactly, he loves you. But he also loves sleeping.
This man needs his (at least) 12 hours of sleeping beauty.
The first time that you wake up with him, you were happy to just cuddle on his arms. The first two hours. But it was so boring after a while and your boyfriend was almost in a coma.
So, obviously, you ended up going to the kitchen for some coffee. You need your caffeine!
Where you found Rindou who, as soon as you said you were thinking in waking up Ran after coffee.... Panicks xD
Rindou warned you that you should never wake up his brother. NEVER.
You just made fun of him, obviously. But decided to listen to him anyway. Is not that you were actually scared of Ran, you just felt bad waking him up.
When Ran finally wakes up (hours later), he thought that you just left. Not that he would admit it, but that... Breakes him a little.
Until he finds you outside his bedroom, just spending time doing your own stuff and waiting for him to wake up.
This man doesn't understand how someone is able to have done so many things so early in the morning! (It's actually noon and we all know it)
But you've being waiting for him, you wanna go outside, you wanna walk around the city with him. So, even if he's still sleepy... He can't say no to your puppy eyes.
Now, you're just dragging him around through all Tokyo. Ran have a lazzy smile all the time that you do that. Maybe doing things so early (again, it wasn't early at all) is not such a bad idea if it's with you.
No need to say that after this, Ran gave you a key of his apartment, for you to be able to go in and out while his sleeping. He knows that you can't handle being stuck in bed for so many hours and he trusts you.
Rindou thinks you're a miracle maker when you even manage to wake up Ran without having to face his wrath.
Tenjiku thinks it's hilarious seeing you almost jumping with all your energy, dragging Ran to the meetings.
Even Izana starts calling you when he needs Ran to be punctual somewhere. Everyone knows that if it's with you, Ran will go anywhere. With a sleepy face and a lazzy smile.
Also, be ready for Ran napping in your lap. You don't need to sleep? Perfect, you can just pamper him while he sleeps. He even let you play with his hair!
And of course... Ran is a horny bastard. So, more than once, when you are trying to wake him up and do something together...
Ran huggs you tightly and whispers in your ear "Baby, I can help you to use all this energy without going out of bed."
Obviously, you can't say no to that xD
(I hope someone likes it, it's my first time writing about Ran! 🙈)
And of course, I had to mention Izana, hehehehe
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fic-over-cannon · 4 months
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I think Jason Todd is bad at using chopsticks. One of the teachers Talia sent him to only let him use chopsticks to eat for dexterity training, but didn’t particularly care about teaching him the ‘right’ way as long as his dexterity improved. Jason had to adapt, quickly, and settled for whatever way worked the most consistently.
The first time you see Jason eat with chopsticks, you’re shocked by how he’s able to eat anything with them at all. Tentatively you ask if you could teach him an easier way, if only to get him fed properly if nothing else. He agrees, feeling a bit silly, but that’s still a start! You take the hair elastic from around your wrist and tie it around the ends of his chopsticks, a makeshift training pair. You take his empty palm and fold his fingers over them, thumb and middle finger supporting each side of the top one, index resting on top, ring finger supporting the bottom one in the cradle of your thumb. He clicks the tips together experimentally.
It takes more than one meal for him to get used to the new way of handling them, handing his chopsticks over to you to tie before each meal, but it doesn’t take long. He grins at you widely the first time he picks up rice without the training chopsticks and you can’t help but smile back.
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cflight · 5 months
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a small part of me is tempted to reboot the blog again; but at the same time I’m not entirely sure if that’s the direction I wanna go
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sunflawyer · 2 months
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Hallo Mayo my friend Mayo have a gush pass
😊/🎫
~ @botanists-little-cookie
fate 🥹🥹🩷🩷 thank you!! im gonna continue for the previous one — (im feeling so low on energy tonight so im not as cheerful as usual pardon me..)
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after i calm down, he'd gently lead me to the bedroom where we can cuddle up and talk heart to heart. jimmy loves this — he loves to know about my mind, my thoughts, and my feelings. he wants to know. he wants to understand. so he listens very intently to every words i say. probably make notes in his mind as well.
he pulls me into his arms and covers our bodies beneath the blanket. he makes sure i feel comfortable before prompting me to tell more of my day. usually, he's the one who's very talkative, but during vulnerable nights like this, he lets me talk. he's the listener now.
so we talk, about everything and anything. we cry, we laugh, we smile, and just... wholeheartedly enjoy each other's company. face to face, fingers intertwined, legs tangled under the blanket... it feels like hwaven. like home. where i belong to be.
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writing bsd fics really is like some sort of palate cleanser for me like anytime i get unhappy with the way i write i go work on a bsd wip for a while and for some reason it’s always so much more relaxing than any other writing i do
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ghosttoasties · 2 years
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Art trade with @sapherin 🌸
Thank you so much for your patience and for suggesting doing this! It was really fun and enriching, as I was trying out a lot of new things.
just a couple of guys being dudes 🥰
Check out sapherin's piece here! It's adorable 🥺
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honkifyourelonely · 1 year
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i love her so much
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