#vietnamese reader

[littlesistersti]

Vietnam & her dear friend, Y/N or Thuy. Vietnam is not wearing historically accurate clothing since the slim shape of the áo dài didn’t become fashionable until the 40s, c. WW2 or post-WW2. Reader or OC is wearing the áo giao lĩnh.

If I can do this over again, I would redraw Vietnam’s ao dai as an ao giao linh.

﹏﹏﹏﹏𓊝﹏﹏

Disclaimer, I don’t think Y/N or Thuy would be in the right to wear one since it’s meant for aristocrats but I had to cover up the modern-day polo. There’s also the question of cross dressing since the way it’s worn for men is different from women, and Reader is supposed to be female for my fanfic. I don’t know, insert disguising-as-man trope here, like Elizabeth Swann. Yet, I’ve seen modern-day photos are pretty and the models wear it similar to the men?

The person in the photo is ambiguous so if you want to use the photo, but worried about who they are, not to worry! The description and tags included women, girl, man, and boy.

🌴 👘

𓆞 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓆟

Official art by Hima found here 

You can find the translation here

Background – Photo by Anh Le on Unsplash

[suiana]

(NO HATE TO ANY VIETNAMESE FOLLOWERS! I DO NOT MEAN HARM WITH THIS! ALSO TEXT IS FROM GOOGLE TRANSLATE! I AM DEEPLY SORRY IF THE TRANSLATION IS INCORRECT!)

BUT imagine yandere! vietnamese roommate...

what if u get a Vietnamese roommate right, but u dont know Vietnamese n he doesn't know english. so u ask him something in english n he responds in vietnamese.

"hey dude wanna get dinner?"

"Tôi thèm khát bạo lực, bạn cùng phòng"

"ok so where r we eating tonight?"

this makes it hard to communicate so you end up learning vietnamese to surprise him. meanwhile you've been teaching him some english so you two could try and speak to one another.

what you didn't expect was for you to finally understand all the filthy things he says in vietnamese??? what the hell was he talking about?? going on about making you his and wanting you to only notice him??

you don't confront him on this though. yeah, he's probably just joking.

until the day of his birthday and before he blows out the candles he makes his wish for you to be his. that's when you've had enough and decide to confront him. this simply cannot continue.

"Cái quái gì thế? Cậu thích tớ à?"

"Ừ- cái gì? Bạn nói được tiếng Việt à?"

an uncomfortable sipence washes over the two of you, with him in the middle of blowing out his candle and you holding the knife for the cake cutting.

you expect him to blush, to immediately refute the statement of liking you. but what happens next is shocking.

he instead looks more in love??? his eyes are dilated, cheeks a heavy red as he suddenly grabs your hand tightly in his. what?? you step back in shock, staring at him as you try pulling your hand away.

only to realise he wasn't intent on letting go.

no, not when you finally understand that he's wanted you. not when you finally realize how good you two are together. not now, not ever. and that's the way it's going to be.

[kortac-sweetheart]

😭 Simon Riley the man that you are, I'd cook so much for him, he'd never go hungry anywhere I reside, he's the sharp edged goblet containing our sweet honey mead self, holding and reveling in the luxury and indulging in the comfort, soft and warm and safe safe safe, oh to hold his face in my hands, look him in his lovely fish eyes and kiss his face, he'll have so much good food to eat if I have a damn thing to say about it, no more starving 💕💕💕 -Simp anon

YEAHHHH!!!!! i’m a guy that loves to eat well, i know what i want to eat and i love to share food as well it’s one of my love languages and ofc that extends to simon too

god, simon that suffered from food scarcity when he was younger, and now you— you’re just so eager to feed him. to make sure that he’s cared for and full and happy and never left wanting, hungry on your watch.

can u imagine it, simon who becomes a gourmand when he’s retired from active duty. when he’s finally able to enjoy all the delicious food he couldn’t when on deployment or younger, it’s like those “what i eat in a day” youtube shorts where all the food looks delicious. well, it might be more like “what my darling boyfriend eats in a day” and everyone is either oohing and awwing over the food or they’re asking about the built tank-of-a-man that’s your boyfriend.

(big homemade protein breakfast of egg omelette, hashbrowns, sausage, fresh berries, hot coffee etc, takes you to a renowned dim sum place for lunch, and a quaint italian spot known for their gnocchi for dinner, and don’t forget about visiting those picturesque cafes with him either. anybody that sees your “wieiad” shorts are always questioning how simon can afford all of this, to which—you’ll never spill.)

and even if he’s eating well now he never forgets his roots, never forgets that gnawing feeling of going to bed on an empty stomach, hunger so intense he can feel it clawing in his throat— therefore he’s always grateful for whatever food he’s having, always finishing it even if he doesn’t like it (and even then he doesn’t have very intense dislikes of anything, he’s just grateful to eat). and if you’ve cooked a meal for him you can rest assured he’s giving you an appreciative kiss before and after eating and he’s washing the dishes too, no if ands or buts about it .

i got sidetracked lol this was initially abt body image issues, but! this mindset also extends to how he loves your body too.

it’s very simple to him. a full figure = well fed, and therefore he must be doing something right.

(ik he would HATE my habit of intermittent fasting 20-4 hours and only having black coffee for breakfast, he’d absolutely hate it 😭 sorry si)

like sure, he kinda gets why you’re insecure about it but he doesn’t get it all the same. even more so if it’s about things you can’t directly control, like hip dips or facial structure. he loves holding your hips and staring at your face, when he sees you it’s like his vision blooms in roses and sparkles and pink and you’re the only thing that matters. (because to him you are.)

he helps you chisel away at it. knows intimately well that problems and insecurities cannot be surmounted in a single day, and alone. so he holds your hand through it, good days and bad— when you’re twirling in the new outfit he got you or pointedly avoiding reflective surfaces, he loves you through it all the same.

[ducksido]

I love your Australian and Aboriginal yuu headcanons (I'm Aussie). Could I please request Vietnamese yuu? Feel free to overlook this request if you're not sure how to write it. Hope you're having a nice day and take your time while writing! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ .<)~✩ ❤❤❤!!!

I hope you have a wonderful week ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Grim:

“WHY IS YOUR COFFEE STRONG ENOUGH TO REVIVE THE DEAD?!”

Tries Vietnamese iced coffee once and is vibrating for hours.

Steals all their bánh mì and then regrets it because of the chili peppers.

Crowley:

“Ah, my dear prefect! Perhaps you’d like to introduce some Vietnamese business practices here at NRC?”

Hears about Vietnam’s street market hustle and immediately wants to profit from it.

Crewel:

“You know how to sew? Traditional outfits like áo dài require skill. Perhaps you have some taste after all.”

Mildly impressed by their ability to put together elegant yet comfortable outfits.

Trein:

“Your language has six different tones? That’s… quite the challenge.”

Gives them extra credit for complex linguistic skills.

Vargas:

“Wait, Vietnamese martial arts exist?! Show me!!”

Immediately wants them to spar with someone.

Sam:

“Ooo, Pho? Bánh xèo? Egg coffee?! That’s going on the menu right now.”

Sam’s shop now permanently smells like beef broth.

Heartslabyul

Riddle:

“So your country has a festival where you put on a lion costume and dance in the streets? That sounds highly improper!”

Still ends up fascinated by lion dancing and lowkey wants to try it.

Ace:

“A whole day where you get red envelopes full of money?! That’s the best holiday ever!”

Tries to convince them to celebrate Tết (Lunar New Year) at NRC.

Deuce:

“Your grandma taught you how to drive a motorbike before a car? That’s… actually really cool.”

Slightly terrified but respects their skills weaving through chaotic traffic.

Trey:

“I need you to teach me how to make proper pho. I need it.”

Stares at their cooking like it's magic.

Cater:

“OMG, aesthetic food alert! Look at all these colors!!”

Makes them take him to a Vietnamese market equivalent in Twisted Wonderland for food pics.

Savanaclaw

Leona:

“So your people take naps every day after lunch? Finally, someone with sense.”

Now claims they are ‘culturally required’ to nap together.

Ruggie:

“You know how to hustle in a market? Yeah, we’re gonna get along real well.”

They tag-team to get the best deals at Sam’s shop.

Jack:

“Your culture values hard work, loyalty, and respect? I respect that.”

Treats them like a kindred spirit.

Octavinelle

Azul:

“Wait… Vietnam is one of the biggest seafood exporters in the world? We should talk.”

Immediately considers a partnership for fresh seafood imports.

Jade:

“Ah, I see your cuisine utilizes mushrooms quite often. How interesting.”

Finds excuses to visit their kitchen often.

Floyd:

“Your country has floating markets where you buy food from boats?! That’s so cool!”

Now insists on ‘boat food delivery’ at Octavinelle.

Scarabia

Kalim:

“You have a Lunar New Year celebration where everyone gives gifts and eats sweets? That sounds so fun!!”

Wants to fund an entire Tết festival at NRC.

Jamil:

“You people really know how to survive. Multiple wars, constant resilience, and you’re still thriving. Impressive.”

Lowkey admires their adaptability.

Pomefiore

Vil:

“Your áo dài is a masterpiece of elegance. You should wear one more often.”

Wants to do a traditional photoshoot with them.

Rook:

“Ah! The grace of the nón lá, the energy of the lion dance! Vietnam is a poetic country!”

Probably stalks them just to hear them speak Vietnamese.

Epel:

“Your people respect their elders? Man, my grandma would love you.”

Asks them to teach him how to politely insult people in Vietnamese.

Ignihyde

Idia:

“Your myths involve water dragons and ghosts?! Your lore is badass.”

Now terrified of ever offending them in case their ancestors haunt him.

Ortho:

“Vietnamese history is so cool! You guys invented underground tunnel warfare?! That’s insane!”

Super interested in their country’s engineering feats.

Diasomnia

Malleus:

“Your people offer food and respect to spirits? How respectable.”

Definitely asks them about their ghost stories.

Lilia:

“You have a noodle soup so legendary that people argue about it? Tell me more!”

Now obsessed with pho and won’t stop eating it.

Silver:

“Your lullabies… they make me feel so relaxed…”

Falls asleep instantly when they sing.

Sebek:

“You respect elders and have strong traditions? You have earned my respect!”

Finally happy for once.

RSA & Noble Bell

Neige:

“I want to see your traditional dances! They sound so beautiful!”

Chenya:

“You’re sneaky, polite, and know how to hustle? We’re gonna be best friends.”

Rollo:

“Your culture has deep spiritual traditions… acceptable.”

Vietnamese!Yuu Chaos

“No, you can’t just drink Vietnamese coffee like normal. That’s a weapon, not a drink.”

“Vietnamese traffic rules? There are none.”

“Tết is better than New Year’s. I don’t make the rules.”

“Yes, I have 10 different words for ‘uncle’ and ‘auntie.’ No, I will not explain.”

Welcoming Vietnamese!Yuu

First Impressions:

Mexican!Yuu: “Oh, you’re sharp-tongued and full of attitude? We’re gonna get along great.” Brazilian!Yuu: “You’ve got a tough side, but I can tell you love to party too.” Aussie!Yuu: “Oi, I feel like you could take me in a fight. Respect.” Sicilian!Yuu: “Your family sounds terrifying and powerful. I like you already.” Romanian!Yuu: “Your folk tales are fascinating. We must exchange stories.” Jamaican!Yuu: “You know how to balance work and play. I respect that.” Southern!Yuu: “Oh, you got a mean side? You remind me of my grandma, and that’s a compliment.” Florida Man!Yuu: “You’re feisty. I love that. Ever wrestled a gator?” Czech!Yuu: “You give off ‘mysterious but secretly chaotic’ vibes. I like that.” Thai!Yuu: “You know how to keep the peace, but also how to cause trouble. I see you.” Myanmar!Yuu: “We’re gonna have some deep talks about spirits, huh?”

How Vietnamese!Yuu Fits In:

Bonds instantly with Sicilian!Yuu and Romanian!Yuu over strong family values and pride in their homeland.

Becomes best friends with Mexican!Yuu and Thai!Yuu. All three are quick-witted, know how to throw hands if necessary, and have deep-rooted traditions.

Brazilian!Yuu and Vietnamese!Yuu trade party stories. Vietnamese!Yuu enjoys celebrations, but they’re a bit more controlled—until Brazilian!Yuu drags them into a dance-off.

Gets along surprisingly well with Southern!Yuu. Both are all about respect, hard work, and knowing when to stand their ground.

Florida Man!Yuu and Aussie!Yuu are determined to make them do something ridiculous. Vietnamese!Yuu pretends they won’t, but eventually gives in and regrets nothing.

Thai!Yuu and Myanmar!Yuu see them as a kindred spirit. They’re all about balance—tradition and modernity, calm and chaos.

Czech!Yuu and Vietnamese!Yuu have deep discussions about superstition, ghosts, and karma.

Final Verdict:

Has a sharp tongue but a deep sense of loyalty. They will roast you mercilessly but also throw hands for you.

Every Yuu begs them to make pho. Vietnamese!Yuu cooks once and now they’re trapped in an endless cycle of making food for the group.

Balances Aussie!Yuu and Florida Man!Yuu’s chaos with calm logic… most of the time. When they do give in, though, it’s spectacular.

Becomes part of the ‘superstition squad’ with Romanian!Yuu, Czech!Yuu, and Myanmar!Yuu. Everyone else thinks they know too much.

Mexican!Yuu considers them an honorary cousin. That’s a big deal.

[kdwg]

•Warning: 葛天/GeTian/Cat Thien x Reader• Reverse 1999

Getian suddenly notices his unusual appearance more than usual, more than anything since birth. He once moved his wings forward and stopped mechanically when trying to catch a flower branch slipping out of your hair.

Getian is not a person who is good at speaking, and is not someone who can easily express emotions. He used to hang himself on thousands of treetops to arrange the thoughts he wanted to express, but then remained silent in the middle of millions of wind screams because he couldn't write a letter.

Getian will never be able to understand the feeling of being on par with the person he loves. The reason why his feet are so big is that one step touching the ground equals a distance you have to chase. The moments when he spread his wings so quickly across the endless valley, his heart just wants to walk at night with you.

You brush away the strands of hair that fell behind his ear, hug his cheek gently, and give him an attentive look at each facial expression and loving lips. Getian also wants the same, the illusions of tying your hair with a small rubber band, sliding his fingers on your thin shoulders and lifting your chin with his thumb and index.

Will you soon see these as obstacles and then hate them? Getian cannot give you a deep hug when his arms and all the distance between the two of you when you get close is filled.

Until you pulled him into a kiss as fierce and hasty as a summer night. If Getian can not hug your neck to keep the fragrance from going out, you would have grabbed his shoulder.

I wish you would kiss me like the next dawn that will forever fade.

Pinning him in the grass like a lost sheep, kissing him like a repentance bible. Chasing after love and pleasure, you find yourself faster than a flock of flying fish. Your head resting on his strong shoulder, the panting sound remained in your ears, making you feel like he was caressing your heart.

•Warning: 葛天/GeTian/Cát Thiên x Reader• Reverse 1999

Cát Thiên chợt để ý đến hình dạng khác người của mình nhiều hơn thường lệ, nhiều hơn tất thảy mọi thứ kể từ khi lọt lòng. Anh từng đưa cánh về phía trước và dừng lại một cách máy móc khi cố hứng nhành hoa tuột khỏi làn tóc bạn.

Cát Thiên không phải là người giỏi ăn nói, càng không phải là người dễ dàng biểu đạt cảm xúc. Từng chao mình trên hàng vạn ngọn cây để sắp xếp những suy nghĩ tâm tư anh muốn thổ lộ, nhưng rồi yên lặng giữa không trung ngàn tiếng gió thét vì bản thân không thể viết một lá thư.

Cát Thiên mãi mãi không thể hiểu được cảm giác được đi sánh ngang cùng người mình yêu. Sở dĩ đôi chân anh quá lớn, một bước chạm đất bằng một quãng bạn phải đuổi theo. Những lúc sải cánh vụt qua thung lũng miên man đỗi chóng vánh, lòng anh chỉ muốn dạo đêm cùng bạn.

Bạn gạt những lọn tóc loà xoà vào vành tai, ôm lấy gò má thật dịu dàng, trao anh cái nhìn chăm chú trên từng nét mặt đường môi đầy âu yếm. Cát Thiên cũng muốn vậy, những ảo vọng mê man được thắt tóc bạn bằng sợi chun nhỏ, trượt ngón tay trên bờ vai gầy và nâng cằm người bằng ngón cái và trỏ.

Liệu bạn có sớm thấy đây là trở ngại rồi sinh chán ghét? Cát Thiên không thể trao bạn một cái ôm thật sâu khi vòng tay mùi mẫn da thịt và mọi khoảng cách giữa cả hai khi sát lại gần đều được khoả lấp.

Cho đến khi bạn kéo anh vào một nụ hôn vồn vập và vội vã như đêm mùa hạ. Nếu Cát Thiên không bó gáy giữ cho cái thơm không tắt, thì bạn sẽ ghì lấy vai anh.

Ước gì em hôn anh như bình minh kế mãi lụi tàn.

Ghim anh trên cỏ như con chiên lạc lối, hôn anh như thể kinh thánh hối cải. Đuổi theo ái lạc truy hoan, bạn thấy mình nhanh hơn một đàn cắt, vun vút như bầy cá chuồn. Gục đầu trên bờ vai vững chắc, tiếng hổn hển vương đọng còn bên tai làm bạn cảm tưởng anh miết lên trái tim bạn.

[sea-lanterns]

For my fishies who speak another language besides English in their household!

Currently daydreaming about how sweet it would be for you to bring your genshin girlfriend over to your family’s house, and while eating dinner, your parents are talking to each other and you in their own native tongue, but then your girlfriend suddenly responds in your language, surprising everyone including yourself.

Sure it’s a bit botched with her accent and everything, but just the sheer thought of your girlfriend attempting to learn/speak your language and engage in your culture 😭😭 I’m so giddy thinking about it…

[akii183]

Aizetsu x (Y/n)

Imagine Aizetsu is living with (Y/n) in the modern world :))))

[moleculesandmetaphors]

In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Có nhớ mẹ không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me? I miss you more than I remember you.

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

[trollsedits]

Hello, I read your introduction. I heard that your Vietnamese are correct?

Can you do maybe like a brozone headcanon on how each brother individually would react to a Vietnamese troll or someone who speaks Vietnamese like a relationship? Sorry if you can't understand what I'm trying to explain, but if you know what I mean

Chào anh em là con gái miền Tây! Haha yes I am Vietnamese I would like to say that I hope in the future troll movie they would recognize V-pop (Vietnamese pop trolls) since there was a K-pop in the trolls movie world tour but I am just so curious to know what Vietnamese trolls would look like cause I would be a Vietnamese pop troll myself haha anyways yes of course I will make brozone headcanon on a Vietnamese troll speaker!

———————————————————

A little background so Let’s just pretend: there is a tribe in the trolls village so far away that no trolls has ever heard of it not even Queen Barb or Queen Poppy has ever heard of them.

They are known as the V-pop trolls (Vietnamese pop trolls) but there’s not just pop Vietnamese trolls there’s also Vietnamese music genres that the trolls lived in V-pop village with the Viet pop trolls.. let me explain

You have the ca trù trolls: these trolls are also a Vietnamese genre of music their singing style is storytelling with origins in the northern part of the V-pop Village it mostly lead by a female trolls vocalist…

Then you have your Chầu văn trolls they are also in the northern part so they are close to the V-pop trolls village their style combined with singing, dancing and playing instruments with rhythm,pause and tempo.

There’s Vietnamese folk music trolls they fall under almost all of the genres that I mentioned

Then you have your cải Lương trolls: they are like a reformed theater trolls is a modern version of folk opera in V-pop village and they are spoken with drama and sometimes is so touching you would cry….

Again, all of these trolls genres all live under Viet pop village so they’re not separated from the other trolls genres there is more Vietnamese genres but I’ll explain more when I talk about brozone and meeting a Viet-pop troll.

—————————————-

I’m gonna leave the relationship ship out for this part but I will definitely include it on the next headcanon that I write sorry about that I should have mentioned that first but it makes me so happy that someone is interested in my culture because I been embracing my Vietnamese culture a lot more ever since growing up in the US <3 and I say for all the culture don’t be scared to embrace your culture is a part of who you are and no one couldn’t take it away from you is apart of your heart your life style I think you guys reading about my trolls headcanon would hopefully let you all know a bit about my culture and I hope you all feel inspired to write your own trolls version of your culture Tag me if you do I would love to hear about other people traditions and culture <33

————————————————————-

John Dory:

-This dude has been traveling around the trolls village for the past 20+ years alone and when he came across a super isolated village he went to see what the village is about.

-when he came to the village he saw so many beautiful ancient decorations and he noticed that the trolls looked different from his own kind so John began to explore the village a bit further

-He also noticed what those trolls were wearing how some of them wore different outfits as he went farther into the village he saw how some trolls wore this long beautiful dress called a áo từ thân (it was a common dress in the north part of the Village) as he walked farther he also saw how some also wore a short version dress called a ao ba ba (which was common in the north) to remind you again all V-pop trolls and their differences Vietnamese genres all live in one village but there’s a different path way to get to a certain place in their village that what John Dory was doing

-As John headed back to where he came from he also noticed how some trolls wore modern Ao Dai it was so different than what he saw the other trolls wore when he was exploring the village

-As John came across to this folk soft like music playing as he saw this beautiful trolls wearing a modern áo dài playing a Vietnamese folk music with a instrument called “đàn tranh” Vietnames string zither he was so touch how she played it so softly he never heard anything like this before

-John came up to you and said Hi but he noticed that you don’t speak any English you understand some English but you couldn’t speak it very well

“I really like the instrument you played I never heard anything like this before.”

-You sat there and smile at him he insists that you keep playing that Dan tranh so you did and he immediately falls in love with the sound of it

-John will try his best to speak Vietnamese even if he doesn’t pronounce it right but at least he is trying and he won’t make it sound like he’s making fun of your accent or language

-He will try any Vietnamese food even if it sounds weird to him he doesn’t want to be rude even if it tastes bad he probably kindly declined it next time if anyone offered a dish that he doesn’t like

-he will definitely wear a male version of the modern ao dai he will never want to take it off and he would probably buy some for his little brother when he see them again especially bitty B who he misses dearly…

-Over the years you and John have help each other he helped you with English so you were comfortable with speaking it and you helped him with Vietnamese and teaching him about the culture and he so grateful that you offered him a place to stay and teach him about your culture

John: “Cam ơn Em (Thank You so much! [Y/N]) for taking care of me over the past year I’ve learned so much about your culture I will miss you and I hope I come back to visit you again soon!

Y/N: No,I should thank you anh John Dory you taught me English I will miss you a lot but please do come back soon anh! You gave him a hug before he leaves for his another adventure

-John will definitely bring some of your culture back to his brothers and pop village he would share what he learned and the instrument that you taught him how to played

-He will definitely cry when he leaves the village because seeing you and the others waving goodbye to him hoping that he will have a safe trip as he turn around he saw you in tears crying and waving goodbye to him hoping he’ll come back to visit you again one day he knows you’ll be there waiting for him to come back..

—————————————————

That’s just the tips of the iceberg right that first part is when John Dory first came across the village moving on.

————————-

This one for Bruce and clay is gonna be kinda similar in some ways where they came across a trolls like you when they hear you sing and played an instrument but I would like to say that clay would noticed how homesick you are and stuff anyways let’s get started shall we…

———————————————-

Bruce/Spruce:

-After brozone broken up spruce had traveled around not like John Dory did but he was walking around to escape his life and never returned back to his boy band days he hear a very beautiful instrument playing..

-As he saw a beautiful female trolls who wore a Ao từ tuần who was playing a two string guitar known as the “Dan Nguyen” as spruce was interested so he sat down waiting for you to finish once you finish he would applause him being a heartthrob he would go up and start a conversation with you

Spruce: hey,Great guitar you got there I think you played such a wonderful job I never heard that kind of music because I’m Spruce what’s yours name I never heard any music like this before like ever I need to know more.

Y/N: Thank you! I’m [Y/N] and this guitar is called Dan Nguyen it been in my family for many generations my grandpa gave me this before he passed away his last wish for me is to play this and have everyone hear it is my grandpa way of showing other trolls our culture we lived in a very isolated part of the trolls village called V-pop. You smile sweetly at him

Spruce: I’m sorry yo hear that your grandpa passed away. (He dose not think twice or anything on how you ended up here all it matters that he really wants to know more about your culture)

-You agreed to helped him learn more about your culture and your music over time spruce change his name to Bruce because he wanted to leave his boy band days away and you were proud of him for doing that.

-He love every single Vietnamese foods that’s out there he will learn how to make Vietnamese food he will probably open a restaurant a Vietnamese restaurant some where on vacay island

-He learns how to speak Vietnamese pretty quickly every words he pronounced it was just on point if he ever step foot into the V-pop village they will mistaken him as one of their own kind because of how good his Vietnamese is also he could and will sing all kind of Vietnamese genres out there just to make you happy more like impressed you with his Vietnamese skills that he learn from you ☺️

-He will definitely bring some of the Vietnamese culture that you taught him back to his brother when he see them again

———————————————————

Clay:

-After being cut off from the rest of the trolls during the bergens escape clay and other trolls were finding a place to stay as they were looking he heard something or more like some one playing a beautiful instrument.

-Clay was worried that the bergens will hear you as he came closer to you he saw you wearing a Vietnamese hat called “non la” and you were wearing a beautiful white plain Ao dai he mistken you for a ghost because of your outfit

-you also played the Dan Ty ba which was a traditional orchestra which made clay even want to come closer to you

-as he heard you sing Vietnamese folk music he really liked the sound of it he was worried that the bergens would hear you but it kinda sounded quiet when you sang it

-Clay got closer he introduced himself to you and you did the same

-Overtime you lived with the Putt-Putt trolls until you can safely make it back home or that what you hope but you became homesick over time you didn’t hate the putt putt trolls or anything but it was missing something that was apart of you your whole life

-Clay often noticed you feeling homesick and how you miss your family he would often see you cry or hold onto your “non la.” Also how often you would sit by yourself playing a sad note on your Dan Ty ba

-He would want to make sure you’re alright

Clay: hey, [Y/N] are you alright I’ve been noticing how upset you looked is something wrong is okay you can talk to me about anything?

Y/N: I’m just homesick, being away from my family and my village really takes a turn Vietnamese music and culture is apart of my life growing up I really like it here with you and Viva and the others but sometimes apart of me is missing

-As you got up and walked away crying clay felt very bad he knew he had to do something to make sure you feel safe as much as he wants you to go see your family again but he doesn’t want you to get eaten by a Bergens

-Clay would spend all his time despite being a licensed CPA he will spend his time reading and learning how to speak Vietnamese and more about your culture

-Like Bruce clay learned how to speak Vietnamese pretty quickly his pronunciation was perfect cause he spend all his time reading a book on how to speak Vietnamese for beginners

-He would also learn and also have the other putt putt trolls pitch in to cook/make the place feel like home to you

-It would take viva hours trying to get you out of the house as you finally agreed to as you came out you heard music not any music it was the music that reminded you of your home and your people you began to cry tears of joy and give clay a tight hug…

Y/N: Oh thank you thank you so much Clay you didn’t have to do all that for me but I really appreciate you all pitch in and took the time to learn my culture and my people my family would be so proud of me

——————————————————————

I cried when I was writing clay part because it deals with being homesick and I understand that feeling I live in the state when I go to Vietnam for a vacation when I had to go back I would spend the entire plane ride crying and brawling my eyes out so seeing a troll like clay who would go beyond the way to learn your culture makes me smile so much.

—————————————————————————

Floyd:

-Traveling alone to start his solo career he came across to this soft and beautiful sound

-as he went closer to where the sound was he came across a ancient village known as V-pop village just like John did he noticed how each different trolls tribes wore different outfits

-But suddenly Floyd heard the instrument played again as he got closer he saw a beautiful girl played such soft instrument called “Dan bầu” is a Vietnamese string instrument but then it hit him when he heard you sing “Cải lương” Floyd never heard anything so soft and yet touching

-Being a sensitive troll that he is he can’t help but cry on how good it sound he may not understand what you’re saying but something about the rhythm just makes him cry for days because it was like a blend of Vietnamese folk song and classical music as-well

-Overtime, Floyd would learn Vietnamese his pronunciation wasn’t good but wasn’t as bad as John was but he try to sing cai luong and also learn how to play the Dan bầu but fail the others trolls made fun of him but you offered to helped him

-You gave Floyd a private lesson on how to play the instrument overtime he was getting pretty good and you were impressed with his skills

-Overtime his Vietnamese pronunciation got even better to the point he can finally sing cái lương you were impressed how much he has improved he thanked you a lot for helping him he couldn’t have learned that without your help

-Once he left the village he would take something special back with him which was a new skills and learning a new language all together thanks to you.

—————————————————

Sorry if Floyd was short but I definitely could see him singing cái lương because he is the sensitive one and when you listen to it (Yep, it sounds super sad and emotional my parents always listen to this) and him being able to play a Vietnamese instrument it just makes it better

——————————————

Lastly, Branch:

-After saving all music kind from Queen barb with Queen poppy as all the music genres came together as one it only took him a second to see a different kind of trolls

-He saw you with your beautiful black hair and you were wearing a beautiful modern áo dài with your non la you were walking around shopping for fruits

-Branch would go to poppy and ask her if she seen any other troll like you before because something about you was different from the other trolls and their music

-One day he finally came up to you and introduced himself to you and you did the same he didn’t know how to start the conversation but you knew what he wanted to ask so you got straight to the point

Y/n: I’m a Vietnamese pop troll I know it seems crazy but we lived in a isolated place in trolls village we have different genres of Vietnamese music just like you guys but I’m a pop troll just like you guys but the only difference is that I sing in Vietnamese

-You would have to demonstrate to branch and sing Vietnamese pop music in Viet which he finally understood branch was so interested in learning the Viet pop style so he asked you if you could help him

-Branch started off not pronouncing any Vietnamese words correctly you didn’t mind because you know he didn’t mean at anyway to make fun of your language but still you helped him through it

-Overtime, his pronunciation gotten better and he was able to sing a whole Vietnamese pop song without messing up the words

-Branch learned so much from you and your tradition and he also hopes he can share this wonderful music and culture with his girlfriend Queen poppy and the others trolls in the village aswell his brothers if he ever sees them again

-Branch also adore the traditional outfit you put him in which is a modern male ao dai just like John he would ask you to make some for his brother aswell for Queen poppy which you happily agree to do

———————————————

Again, sorry if both branch and Floyd was short but I really enjoyed writing this and hopefully you guys learn a bit about Vietnamese culture I may be an American but being Vietnamese always and will be apart of who I am

Anyways, If you want me to do a part 2 I’ll do it maybe I can explain more about the food/fashion and the language barrier there’s so much to share to all of you in the trolls fandom about my Vietnamese culture and I hope you do the same with your culture I look forward to coming across to reading those 🩷✨

Also sorry for any grammar mistakes I’ll go fix it haha :^)

—————————-

If you want to request anything go to my profile and click “Ask me anything!”

Like + Follow are very much appreciated! ✨

[leatherbookmark]

it really is a bummer when you see another translation of a work you've enjoyed translated to your language -- as a kid or recently -- and all the stuff that was translated/localized in your language is... kept as it was (usually in english) in that other translation

[threehours-aday]

in desperate need of alpha/beta readers

i don't really need one, since i'm a beta myself, but it's always better to get a second opinion. feel free to dm me if you:

want the position

read english/vietnamese

know at least the basics of my current fandoms: bbc sherlock, avengers, house

respect canon events

love the villains

i really appreciate if you decide to help! also dm if you have further question!

[zyafics]

MASTERLIST: RAFE CAMERON

ᯓৎ୭ mood boards

✦ ethnic gfs | all east asian ༯˖. south asian ༯˖. middle eastern ༯˖. west african ༯˖. southeast asian ༯˖. filipina ༯˖. albanian ༯˖. east african ༯˖. brazilian ༯˖. mexican ༯˖. spaniard ༯˖. syrian ༯˖. afrolatina ༯˖. tongan ༯˖. wasian ༯˖. moroccan ༯˖. armenian ༯˖. egyptian ༯˖. algerian ༯˖. greek ༯˖.

✦ finish line | fic, blurb, oneshot

✦ all american sinners, pt. 2 | fic, blurb, series

✦ good girl gone wild | fic, blurb, series

✦ angry god | fic, blurb, series

ᯓৎ୭ readers

✦ LOOKBOOK: biker!maybank!reader

✦ LOOKBOOK: mermaid!reader

ᯓৎ୭ social medias aus

✦ MASTERLIST: heartbreak: live | sfw

[fluff, angst] – radio host!reader, ex-lovers, second chance┆after a mysterious breakup, you went offline. when you're pulled back to the spotlight to host a radio show, rafe wants you back.

✦ MASTERLIST: red ferrari chase | sfw

[angst] – high school sweetheart!reader, second chance ┆ when new management takes over his team, rafe learns that you're part of it. but after years of returning back to the circuit (and him), you return engaged to his boss.

best kept secret | sfw

kildarewatch.com | sfw

[angst] – love triangle ┆ returning to kildare, you join an anonymous chatroom. the person you’re talking to? one of your ex-best friends. who? you have no clue.

01 -> 02 -> 03 ->

ᯓৎ୭ imagines

✦ tlc | sfw

[fluff] – rafe hollering at you from the passenger side of his friend's car.

✦ i love you so | sfw

[angst] – rafe learns you got engaged to someone else.

ᯓৎ୭ blurbs

✦ headspace | sfw

[fluff] – established relationship, academic weapon!reader┆stressed about your upcoming exam, when rafe comforts you.

✦ proofs | sfw

[fluff] – established relationship, academic weapon!reader┆when you need rafe's help to finish math homework.

✦ mangos | sfw

[fluff] – established relationship, vietnamese!reader┆when your spice tolerance is different from your boyfriend's.

✦ white picket fence | sfw

[fluff] – established relationship, dad!rafe ┆ when your baby daughter wakes rafe up, he goes to comfort her.

✦ someone new | {REQUEST} | sfw

[fluff] – best friend's brother!rafe ┆ when you don't like rafe anymore, he doesn't know how to take it.

✦ real or not real | {REQUEST} | sfw

[fluff] – best friend!reader ┆ when you're afraid rafe doesn't really want you.

✦ girl of the sea | sfw

[fluff] – mermaid!reader ┆ rafe didn’t expect to find a mermaid on the beach.

✦ girl without a tail | sfw

[fluff] – mermaid!reader ┆ rafe asks sarah for help about what to do with you.

✦ girl with the siren song | sfw

[fluff] – mermaid!reader ┆ rafe gets jealous when you get attention from singing.

girl versus cat | sfw

[fluff] – mermaid!reader ┆wheezie’s cat doesn’t like you.

ᯓৎ୭ oneshots

✦ stay the night | nsfw

[smut] – fwb to lovers┆if rafe sees you as a fuck buddy, then you're going to remind him what that truly means.

✦ reality check | {REQUEST} | nsfw

[fluff, smut] – bsf to lovers┆when rafe gets a buzzcut, it changes how you view your best friend.

✦ finish line | nsfw

[smut] – older sister maybank!reader, racing rivals┆when your little brother has to forfeit a race against rafe, he seeks your help to replace him and win.

✦ dirty air | nsfw

[smut] – older sister maybank!reader, fuck buddies┆if rafe wants you as a booty call, you're going to make him work for it.

✦ te amo | nsfw

[fluff, smut] – mexican!reader┆after a fight with his father, rafe shows up to your door for comfort.

✦ all for the game | {REQUEST} | sfw

[angst] – reporter!reader, basketball player!rafe┆when you get the chance to interview your first athlete, it turns out to be none other than your ex-boyfriend, rafe.

✦ whatever she wants | {REQUEST} | nsfw

[smut] – bitchy!kook!reader┆you always wanted rafe, and when he finally came to you, you expected nothing but the best experience.

✦ shotgun wedding | nsfw

[fluff, smut] – maybank!reader, fuck buddies┆when rafe suddenly has the idea to get married.

✦ girl under the moonlight | sfw

[fluff] – mermaid!reader┆ rafe takes you out on the druthers.

ᯓৎ୭ series

✦ brother's rival | in progress, nsfw

brother's rival, secret romance┆when your brother is determined to steal something important from the king of kooks, rafe is going to return the favor.

01 -> 02 -> 03 ->

✦ play fake | in progress, nsfw

fake dating┆when rafe needs to secure a girlfriend, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

01 -> 02 -> 03 -> 04 -> 05 -> 06 -> 07 -> 08 -> 09 -> 10 -> 11 -> 12 -> 13 -> 14 -> 15 -> 16 -> 17

— extras: 3.5 • 5.5

✦ angry god | in progress, sfw -> nsfw

twin flames┆when rafe discovers you're more like him than he realizes, he'll do anything to have you.

01 -> 02 -> 03

✦ dead man walking | hiatus, nsfw

mafia boss!rafe, reluctant allies ┆ when a shootout injury is more life-threatening than it appears, you have to save rafe or lose your life.

01 •

✦ MASTERLIST: all american sinners | nsfw

coke addict!rafe, sex addict!reader ┆ when two addicts fall in love, what's the worst that could happen?

[laikascomet]

good day! have you ever thought of/drawn the cast as humans? i'm curious as to what they'd be like!

for an exercise for myself, i absolutely have! i avoid posting anything like that though for two reasons -

i do really like laika's comet being a 'furry story', in the sense that i want the existence of their characters being animals to actually be part of the story itself, not an inconsequential set dressing.

and second, while some characters do have canon human races (like yue being vietnamese/chinese), other characters i would not want to set in stone so that it is left to reader interpretation.

while i have my idea of how my characters would look, if someone saw them differently i wouldnt want to go 'no, thats wrong!' or inversely have a fan say that to that person.

ultimately i think the beauty of furry characters is to a degree they can be relatable to anyone, but i didnt want to use that as an excuse not to also include deliberate coding too.

[snoopyhq]

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ so when the night falls, my lonely heart calls

type: arcane characters x reader

featuring: viktor, mel, jayce, vi, caitlyn, ekko, jinx

summary: how they spend valentine's day with you 💘 straight up fluff really.

a/n: a bit late because i was hanging out with my friends out of town and didn't get home to post this at a reasonable time. hope you guys enjoy!

divider used by @/saradika-graphics !!!

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VIKTOR

a date at the botanical gardens! :3

taking walks with you around piltover has always been one of his favorite ways to unwind, so spending the day in a calm, sunny, pretty spot just seems right

you guys are holding hands and exploring the vast expanse of greenery

there's an insect exhibit, and rumor has it they have cricket delicacies on a stick...

he'll teasingly ask you if you're brave enough to take a bite

if you go along with it, he'll do it too

takes the prettiest candid pics of you ever

the curse of a 'bf who takes the most awful photos of you' does not exist with viktor

he's a perfectionist, and you can never look less than, in his opinion

he shows you the photos later, all shy and nervous and you're losing your mind at how he managed to capture everything so beautifully

"it's easy. you're always beautiful to me. capturing a second of it is no trouble. i just wish i could live every frame of you again over and over."

back in your shared apartment, he's organizing the layout for the next chapter in his photo album of you

you've started your own filled with photos of him

you guys go through them at the end of every year to reminisce on memories

the night unwinds with a glass of sweet wine and reading together by the fire, eventually falling asleep all cozied up on the couch <3

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ MEL

spa day

facial, manis, pedis, the whole package

a day of pampering her beloved!

she wants you to look and feel your best

the best type of love can be self-love, after all

after the spa, she takes you to an orchestral concert featuring renown musicians from the city and beyond

she's booked you both your own private balcony where you can watch the performance from the comfort of privacy and plenty of courses catered to your tastes

there's a gift exchange at home to top off the perfect day

you'd been agonizing on what to get her

councilor medarda? the brains, beauty, and vision of success? what could you give her that she can't simply buy when she feels like it?

you ended up making her gift. a jar decorated with fairy lights and resin'd petals on the outside, and filled with handwritten notes from you

the messages range from cheesy pickup lines to affirmations of how much you love her, and reminders for her to take a break

you also put together a small folder of tickets

each ticket reads something like "movie night", "dinner of your choice, on me", "painting date", etc. etc.

whenever she feels down, she can just pick one and you'll drop whatever you're doing and spend the rest of the day dedicated to that, and to her

she loves you and you love her so much

it's sickening. tooth rotting, even. definitely acts of service and quality time here

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JAYCE

cooking together is a love language. sharing food that you've made together? hooray! how romantic is that?

especially if it's a cultural exchange of food

he's teaching you to make his mamá's birria tacos and rambling about parts of his childhood in the kitchen, helping her out

you're listening with a silly smile on your face

an expression of pure lovesickness

he's moving around the place with such ease, and the smell of comfort is heavenly

then it's your turn to walk him through something from your culture, and talk about your own stories associated with the dish/dessert/drink (whatever it is you wanna make)

me personally, i'll be making some bánh xèo (it's like a vietnamese crepe! very savory, very yummy)

half your plate is your food, and the other is jayce's birria tacos

cleanup can be dealt with later

right now, there's good food and better company to be have

it's a shared learning opportunity and serves to strengthen your bond :-)

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VI

she's picking you up from your house first thing

ready with a "good morning!", kiss on the cheek, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers

wrapped in paper, of course <3

if you have chocolates for her, she'll melt right then and there in your arms

or maybe even chocolate covered strawberries you put together yourself!

you two are heading right to the arcade

paintball gets competitive. and messy

go clothes shopping for each other after

it's a chance for her to indulge in something she usually doesn't, and you get the chance to spoil your favorite girl in the whole world

she appreciates that you love her style and who she is and doesn't try changing who she is. because of that, she trusts you to help style her

once you're both newly out in some new clothes and kicks, you guys hit the highway

windows down, blasting your favorite songs and singing along at the top of your lungs

i love vi, i wish women were real :(

she's my favorite alongside viktor. AUGH.

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ CAITLYN

what's the point of having money and an influential family if not to rent out places, like a whole bookstore? or a planetarium? a movie theater, even

all of the above, and more

maybe not in that order though

the bookstore is first. you both buy each other a book you think the other will like and promise to keep each other updated on your progress

the movie theater next

speaking of movies, i saw heart eyes with my friends yesterday! it was a great movie, i enjoyed it a LOT more than i initially thought

so glad to have been proven wrong

you guys watch some good ol' romance movies (10 things i hate about you, la la land, the princess bride, etc.)

planetarium! sick as fuck

you're spending the entire day wrapped up in each other and your shared interests

some warm tea and sweet kisses for the winding down as you're watching the sunset

sigh. oh to be in love...

she isn't a kiramman today. not captain, officer, on-duty caitlyn kiramman

she's just your beloved cait, caitlyn

the headstrong, passionate, and protective woman who has your entire heart

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ EKKO

in an opposite direction of caitlyn's, but no less loving

money can buy certain happiness but it's not always necessary

art date where you guys stay home and paint each other with the variety of art supplies he's gathered over the years

ekko's an artist through and through

his mural of vi in the alternate universe? oh i'm in love.

the paintings are getting hung up wherever there's space on your guys' wall because the space is FILLED with posters, artwork, memorabilia, magazine and news pages, etc.

it's a very creative living space

there’s also plenty of plants that litter the windowsills and ledges where sunlight can reach

you guys spent each day of february decorating each plant with something for valentine’s day

the cranes on your ceiling has been joined by spiral hearts

interior decoration could be so romantic. i’d want to do that with someone i love someday

a little walk through the city at night too, but on the rooftops

less people to bother you guys and the aerial view makes it more thrilling

don't fall

he'll catch you regardless

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JINX

you guys spend the day in her air balloon base

she's made you a gift basket!

it's filled with sketches and doodles of you

all colorful and wild and completely her style

she's stitched together a teddy bear plush too, having gone to ask vi and (reluctantly) caitlyn for help with it

you can see all the uneven bits and parts where the stuffing is too much or too little

but it's perfect

she even added a heart with her signature perfume sprayed on it too

like build-a-bear or something

funny, you also got her a gift basket

various gadgets and knick-knacks, and a new tool kit

some sweets you picked up a bakery

soft, fluffy macarons. tiramisu. a matcha strawberry cake that you share

it's a rare treat for a special occasion

cait also gave you some skincare when you went to visit her, so you and jinx had an impromptu skincare session, gossiping and talking about her latest project and relaxing together under the open night sky

[minminbunny]

ABO AU - Wolf Big Flared Cock Alpha! Bang Chan/Bunny Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

💕Drabble Masterlist

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

"Hah, hah, hah," Chan gasped, thrusting his hips between his makeshift fleshlight. He groaned, slicking the toy with his leaky precum. Chan gulped, staring down at the entrance of the fleshlight as he teasingly thrusts his cock deeper and deeper within. "Oh, fuck. So good," he grunted, edging his orgasm as long as possible just to succumb to the neverending pleasure. He bit into his bottom lip, blood dripped down his chin from his sharp fangs. 

Chan shuddered, tasting the blood on his tongue as he picked up the pace. The metallic scent flooded his senses, drowning him in sheer arousal. "Close, close, fuck," he groaned, hissing the moment his orgasm broke. Chan growled, fucking his cock to the hilt, his knot catching on the opening of the toy with each thrust. "Fuck me," he hissed, pumping a heavy load into the fleshlight. 

"Channie hyungie, this is my new deskmate. They're a bunny omega," Jisung introduced, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You gulped, intimidated by Chan's predatory gaze. Jisung noticed and nudged Chan's side, "Hyung, you're zoning out," he said, watching Chan snap back. "Shit, I'm sorry about that. I'm Bang Chan, you can call me Chan or Chris. Whichever you prefer," he said, giving you his dimpled smile. 

Your eyes widened at his charming smile, "Nice to meet you," you whispered, slightly less intimidated by the Wolf. Jisung chuckled, "I told you, he's a sweetheart. Maybe he'll show his grouchy days when he doesn't get enough sleep but overall he's a decent alpha," he teased, rubbing your shoulders. Chan rolled his eyes, a smile etched on his lip, "Let's talk more over drinks. There's a boba store nearby. I heard it has oolong tea, Sung-ah," he said, ruffling Jisung's hair. Jisung beamed, "Heck yeah. Let's go" he said, dragging you along. 

"Bun, can you get that for me?"  Chan asked, working on his new demo. You nodded and passed him the juice. Chan hummed, easily getting into a domestic routine with you after hanging out without Jisung's presence. You grew comfortable with the Wolf. Something about his perfectly styled hair or his simple fashion made you grow closer to him. It was like opposites attract. 

Chan watched you jolt some things on your tab, "Busy?" he asked, checking in your current status. You shook your head, setting your tablet aside. Chan chuckled, "Good. I'm planning to have dinner outside around six. Would you like to join?" He asked,i t's still lunchtime but he knows you don't like sudden appointments. You beamed, "Sure, I heard of a new Vietnamese restaurant that has a killer broth," you said, searching up the shop to show him. 

Chan smiled, "I'm down as long as I get to hang out with you longer, cutie," he teased, lightly brushing your sensitive bunny ears. He groaned when your body shuddered from his touch, "You're so sensitive, bun. It's really tempting to graze your body and see what other types of reactions you'd give," he hummed, his pupils dilating at the thought. You averted his gaze, "Friends don't talk like that," you grumbled, trying to calm your racing heart. Chan chuckled, pulling his hand away, "You're right, cutie. But I can't help it, " he said, letting out a soft low growl that spurred your goosebumps. 

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

Heat covered your senses, his sheets filled with his musky ocean-like scent made your cunt throb. You burrowed your nose into his pillows, the raw musk of his shampoo and scent gland spurred your body deeper into heat. You gathered all the pillows and threw a blanket over them. You whimpered, tossing his dirty laundry onto the bed as you built your heating nest. 

You pawed the fabric, making sure everything was perfect before you allowed your body to give in. You humped his pillow, your slicked messy cunt rubbed against the cotton sheets. Drenching them in thick viscous arousal as you chased after your own pleasure. Broken moans filled the room as your scent grew warmer, "Need more. I need more," you whined, thrusting your hips back and forth against his pillow.

Your ears flopper over your eyes from the sheer intensity of your bucks. Chan gulped, watching your desperate need. Your fluffy cottontail twitched with each stroke of your folds on his casing. He tugged off his shirt and clenched his jaw, "What in your right mind thought this was a good idea, bunny?" He growled, tugging back your sensitive ears. 

You whimpered from the hold, your thighs quivering from being so close to the edge. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Chan. Your bed smelled so good and I forgot to think," you hiccup, rubbing your clit from the humiliation. Chan chuckled, "Little bunny, was lust so heavy that not a single ounce of rationality stayed? Was your leaky hole so desperate for cock that your body gave in the moment I took my eyes off you?" he growled, trailing his other hand down the back of your nape towards your tail.

"I thought you were sick, bun bun. I didn't expect hearing your needy little moans and your desperate scent flooding my house," he groaned, licking your ear. You whimpered, arching your back, "Please, Chris. Need your knot. Need it so bad," you sniffled, staring up at him with your glossy big eyes. Chan huffed through his nose, his rough hands easily manhandled you onto his lap. 

Your plump thighs felt so good against him, your pretty ass was so plush and fuckable that he almost came untouched. Chan licked his lips, his gaze heavy and dark, "You're so small, bunny. So tiny against me. I don't want to hear your denials, cutie. No matter how much you weigh, you're tinier than me," he growled, gripping your love handles. You whined, his hot throbbing looked so big against your torso. 

The tip of his cock was flared and so close to reaching your sternum. Chan smirked, "Aww, bunny. Is my cock too big and scary for my little prey?" He mocked, wrapping his tail around your waist. "I've watched tons of bunny reproduction videos just to know how much I can pound you, bun bun. Your pretty cunt will accommodate my cock, easily. Because that's what you're made for, cutie. You're a little breeding bun. Perfect for my pups," he growled, slapping his cockhead against your torso. 

You mewled, body sensitive to the point that a single finger could draw an orgasm out of you. Chan lifted you by the waist, your searing folds awaiting his flared tip to penetrate deep within you, "Don't forget to scream," he chuckled, dropping your body lower and lower onto his girthy cock. You screamed into his chest, the pleasure burning within your brain. 

Chan growled, scruffing your neck with each inch entering your tight fluttering walls. You sobbed into his chest as orgasms quivered through your body. Chan licked your tears away, his tongue grooming your fluffy ears as more and more of his throbbing cock filled your canal. Your eyes hazed over, an obvious tummy bulge appeared between the two of you. 

Chan lightly brushed it, loving the way your cunt pulsed around his shaft, "There we go, bun. All deep to the hilt. You took me so well, cutie," he growled, licking your scent gland to sooth you. Words split from your lips like a blended up scrabble board. Nothing was coherently understandable. Chan lifted you by the waist and pinned you against the wall, the sheer force of gravity pushed you deeper onto his shaft. 

Chan licked your bottom lip, "You're mine, understood. My prey. I'm not letting you go," he growled, kissing you deeply as he pounded his cock in and out of your leaking cunt. You sobbed into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth. Chan hummed into the kiss, his cock thrusting at a merciless and relentless pace. There wasn't a single moment where your body didn't feel pleasure. 

Every stroke of his fat cock sent sparks towards your brain. Your ears flopped with each pound. His hips drilled into you, loud squelchy slaps of skin on skin echoed within the room like a porno. You rested your head against his shoulder, body dependent on his strength to hold you up, "Hah, ah, hah," you gasped and moaned, your eyes closed as a ringing buzzed in your ears. 

Chan growled, marking your skin in tandem with his thrusts, bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy. He felt his knot grow bigger, and sweat matted his hair as veins protruded on his neck. You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning directly into his ear, "Knot. Want Alpha's knot so fucking bad," you sniffled, tears dripping down his shoulders as your slurred out your desires. 

Chan held you closer to the wall, "Fuck, fuck, bunny. Alpha's got you," he growled, pounding your cunt with more vigour as his knot grew with each thrust. You cried out at the stretch of the bulbous gland plugging your canal full. Chan hissed, licking your scent gland raw as copious amounts of cum filled your body. You shuddered, tasting a bit of the fluid hit the back of your throat with bile. You hiccuped, clawing his back as he nipped your scent gland. Chan growled, looking down at you with an affectionate gaze, "Pretty bunny. All mine. All for me," he hummed, his tail wagging as he held you through your blissful orgasmic haze.

AMAB

Heat covered your senses, his sheets filled with his musky ocean-like scent made your cock throb. You burrowed your nose into his pillows, the raw musk of his shampoo and scent gland spurred your body deeper into heat. You gathered all the pillows and threw a blanket over them. You whimpered, tossing his dirty laundry onto the bed as you built your heating nest. 

You pawed the fabric, making sure everything was perfect before you allowed your body to give in. You humped his pillow, your slicked messy hole rubbed against the cotton sheets. Drenching them in thick viscous arousal as you chased after your own pleasure. Broken moans filled the room as your scent grew warmer, "Need more. I need more," you whined, thrusting your hips back and forth against his pillow.

Your ears flopper over your eyes from the sheer intensity of your bucks. Chan gulped, watching your desperate need. Your fluffy cottontail twitched with each stroke of your cock on his casing. He tugged off his shirt and clenched his jaw, "What in your right mind thought this was a good idea, bunny?" He growled, tugging back your sensitive ears. 

You whimpered from the hold, your thighs quivering from being so close to the edge. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Chan. Your bed smelled so good and I forgot to think," you hiccup, rubbing your cockhead from the humiliation. Chan chuckled, "Little bunny, was lust so heavy that not a single ounce of rationality stayed? Was your leaky hole so desperate for cock that your body gave in the moment I took my eyes off you?" he growled, trailing his other hand down the back of your nape towards your tail.

"I thought you were sick, bun bun. I didn't expect hearing your needy little moans and your desperate scent flooding my house," he groaned, licking your ear. You whimpered, arching your back, "Please, Chris. Need your knot. Need it so bad," you sniffled, staring up at him with your glossy big eyes. Chan huffed through his nose, his rough hands easily manhandled you onto his lap. 

Your plump thighs felt so good against him, your pretty ass was so plush and fuckable that he almost came untouched. Chan licked his lips, his gaze heavy and dark, "You're so small, bunny. So tiny against me. I don't want to hear your denials, cutie. No matter how much you weigh, you're tinier than me," he growled, gripping your love handles. You whined, his hot throbbing looked so big against your torso. 

The tip of his cock was flared and so close to reaching your sternum. Chan smirked, "Aww, bunny. Is my cock too big and scary for my little prey?" He mocked, wrapping his tail around your waist. "I've watched tons of bunny reproduction videos just to know how much I can pound you, bun bun. Your pretty hole will accommodate my cock, easily. Because that's what you're made for, cutie. You're a little breeding bun. Perfect for my pups," he growled, slapping his cockhead against your torso. 

You mewled, body sensitive to the point that a single finger could draw an orgasm out of you. Chan lifted you by the waist, your searing rim awaiting his flared tip to penetrate deep within you, "Don't forget to scream," he chuckled, dropping your body lower and lower onto his girthy cock. You screamed into his chest, the pleasure burning within your brain. 

Chan growled, scruffing your neck with each inch entering your tight fluttering walls. You sobbed into his chest as orgasms quivered through your body. Chan licked your tears away, his tongue grooming your fluffy ears as more and more of his throbbing cock filled your canal. Your eyes hazed over, an obvious tummy bulge appeared between the two of you. 

Chan lightly brushed it, loving the way your hole pulsed around his shaft, "There we go, bun. All deep to the hilt. You took me so well, cutie," he growled, licking your scent gland to sooth you. Words split from your lips like a blended up scrabble board. Nothing was coherently understandable. Chan lifted you by the waist and pinned you against the wall, the sheer force of gravity pushed you deeper onto his shaft. 

Chan licked your bottom lip, "You're mine, understood. My prey. I'm not letting you go," he growled, kissing you deeply as he pounded his cock in and out of your leaking hole. You sobbed into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth. Chan hummed into the kiss, his cock thrusting at a merciless and relentless pace. There wasn't a single moment where your body didn't feel pleasure. 

Every stroke of his fat cock sent sparks towards your brain. Your ears flopped with each pound. His hips drilled into you, loud squelchy slaps of skin on skin echoed within the room like a porno. You rested your head against his shoulder, body dependent on his strength to hold you up, "Hah, ah, hah," you gasped and moaned, your eyes closed as a ringing buzzed in your ears. 

Chan growled, marking your skin in tandem with his thrusts, bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy. He felt his knot grow bigger, and sweat matted his hair as veins protruded on his neck. You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning directly into his ear, "Knot. Want Alpha's knot so fucking bad," you sniffled, tears dripping down his shoulders as your slurred out your desires.  Chan held you closer to the wall, "Fuck, fuck, bunny. Alpha's got you," he growled, pounding your hole with more vigour as his knot grew with each thrust. You cried out at the stretch of the bulbous gland plugging your canal full. Chan hissed, licking your scent gland raw as copious amounts of cum filled your body. You shuddered, tasting a bit of the fluid hit the back of your throat with bile. You hiccuped, clawing his back as he nipped your scent gland. Chan growled, looking down at you with an affectionate gaze, "Pretty bunny. All mine. All for me," he hummed, his tail wagging as he held you through your blissful orgasmic haze.

[chelseeebe]

build me up, buttercup

chapter 1 — orchid

after winding up in the dead-end town of hawkins, you start to lose faith in your dreams ever becoming a reality. not to mention the despicable boy next door who seemed to want no part in your happiness.

18+ mdni. eventual smut. grumpy, borderline mean eddie. no use of y/n!

hello! dropping this and running because i’ve been so badly inactive it hurts. this is the first part to my mechanicasshole!eddie x floristsunshine!reader that’s kinda short in hindsight, take it as an introduction, but the next part is also finished so will follow shortly, hope you enjoy idk i like it!!

༘⋆✿

a dying, otherwise desolate strip mall in buttfuck indiana was never an ideal place to set up shop. other than the tiny, family-run vietnamese restaurant, the only other shops that weren’t bordered up were your florist and the despicable garage that lingered right at the end. 

it was dark and dinghy, men with grease stains and tattoos littering their arms swaggered in and out daily. swearing and smoking as if they owned the entire town. 

in the eighteen months you’d owned lavender lane, you had never, ever seen eye to eye with the conceited prick who owned munson’s & co. 

a self-obsessed, arrogant asshole who had no business acting the way he did. 

ridiculous hair and torn jeans that’d serve better as one of the rags he kept hanging out of his back pocket. 

it’s almost too much, a show he’s putting on to prove to everyone else that he didn’t care, that being normal was beneath him. 

yuck. 

he’s stood now, horrific music blaring out of the shop, cigarette in hand, paying you no mind as your stomp over for the second time this week. 

you’d have left him alone if you hadn’t found cigarette butts littered along your doorstep. a spiteful, purposeful act no doubt. 

“what’ve i told you about smoking outside of my shop!” jaw clenched, ready to throw fists if it really came to it. 

eddie turns, already rolling his eyes, “what’ve i told you about speaking to me like that?” blowing the smoke right into your face. 

he’s repulsive. his smug little smirk makes your skin crawl, so much so you’re sure no human had ever possibly loved him before. 

“control your staff, before i have to do it for you,” sneering your reply, no words were enough to describe the utter contempt you felt for him. 

eddie’s laugh echoes, a cackle that cuts deep, “yeah? or what? what the hell are you gonna do ‘bout it, princess?” 

your brows furrow, he was only using that to taunt you. looking down on you from his dirty, cement tower. 

with your blood boiling and a rapidly declining sense of self-control, you hiss, “i’ll.. i’ll smash that bike of yours to pieces,” turning on your heel to stomp back to your own store, feeling their eyes bore into the back of your head. 

eddie whoops and they leer, making comments amongst themselves, a pathetic gaggle of school children really. 

your eyes burn, desperate not to let him see that he’d got to you. he didn’t deserve that satisfaction. 

you could pack up and go home if you really wanted, you’d maybe get one more customer between now and five, they could go without for one day. 

that’d be giving up and giving in, something you were most definitely not prepared to do at the hands of eddie. 

-

they’re still outside when you do shut up shop, talking loudly about the bar they all frequent. a grotesque shithole, you don’t doubt. 

any place that eddie munson went, trouble was guaranteed to follow. 

he was crude and uncouth, swaggering about like the world owed him something. everything you stood against as a person. 

you attempt to get out of there quickly, the bottle of pinot grigio you’d chilled before work loudly calling your name, but he has other plans. 

“hey,” he hollers as you turn the key, cursing the sky, “you joining us tonight sweetheart?” kissing the backs of his teeth, knowing full well what your answer would be. 

your lip snarls, finding it hilarious that he’d even waste the breath to ask, “i’d rather die,” monotonously and without faltering as you stride over to your car. 

they share a laugh at your expense, leering over the crumbling brick wall, “that’s your loss sweetheart,” watching as you climb in and pull away. 

who he did he think he was? 

like you’d ever degrade yourself enough to even entertain him or his pathetic friends. 

his words, and attitude for that matter, make you fume the entire way home, still grumbling to yourself as you pull into your driveway. 

the man was a narcissist, plain and simple. that was the only explanation you could conjure up on the ten minute drive. 

you try and push him out of your brain, his irritating, grating voice still niggling away in your ear. an impenetrable force that was bound to curse you forever. 

or at least until the first sip of cold wine passes your lips and eddie munson becomes but a distant memory. 

practically launching yourself on the couch, your pants strewn across the floor and a severe lack of energy to care. you press the answering machine, half-expecting silence until the all familiar warm voice rings out. 

‘hey sweetie, i was just calling to see how you were doing, but i suppose you’re busy at the shop! i hope you’re working hard and indiana is treating you well. okay, that was all. love you baby, bye.’ 

your mom, only calling to to see how her 

how could you tell her the store was failing? that three customers a day was a victory at this point? 

she’d be so ashamed, funnelling money into your move east just for you to crawl back home with nothing to show for it but a failed business and a new sworn enemy. 

there he was again. always lingering, haunting if you will. 

you’d call her back tomorrow, or another time when you had the nerve to face her.

she deserved to know, but she also deserved so much better. something you had not been able to provide for her like she had you. 

it’s not as if you’re not trying, hawkin’s was a dying town before you’d moved there and now with starcourt mall lingering on the outskirts, main street remained empty. 

why would they waste time coming to you when the mall has everything they’d ever need? 

you couldn’t believe so many people had fallen for such an obvious gimmick, the neon lights and extensive food court was everything hawkins stood against. only the people didn’t seem to think so. 

the tv comes on, a re-run of full house you’d seen a hundred times by now. but it’d do as you sipped wine for supper and planned exactly what lies you’d spin your mom tomorrow. 

-

it’s a dull, bleak morning, highly reflective of your mood. another day spent pitying eddie and pretending that the lack of footfall didn’t hurt your feelings. 

maybe an entire bottle of wine wasn’t wise, now paying the price for your greed as your head pounds all the way over to the store. 

some days you ponder if opening is even worth it, if the extra hours spent in bed would be far more beneficial than dragging yourself here. 

but then the ever-growing voices of your mom weigh in and remind you that this is your dream and if selling one bouquet a day was what you had to do to live it, then so be it. 

an envelope—the envelope, sits on the doormat when you get in, obviously slipped under the crack in the door some point this morning. all red and glaring. 

your heart sinks, knowing exactly what this meant. 

you’d failed. miserably. and now you’d have to crawl back home with your tail between your legs, begging for another chance. 

your eyes only skim the words; regret, closure, re-development, final. all daunting and without a trace of sincerity. 

glancing over at the garage where eddie stood with his steaming mug, seemingly unaffected by the news. maybe they’d decided to leave the garage open and just tear your little shop down. 

that’d be right, wouldn’t it? 

you must know, stomping over, letter in-hand to question the smug man. 

“did you get one of these?” flapping the paper about in his face, making sure he knew exactly what it was. 

his eyes narrow, prepared for an argument only to realise you’re not so angry at him today. “what? that crock of bullshit? yeah, i got one,” nodding at the crumpled piece of paper tossed on the floor, “they’d never close this place down,” so certain of himself, “i’m not worried and you shouldn’t be either sweetheart,” taking another sip. 

your brows furrow, unsurprisingly, you don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth. “this isn’t a joke, eddie,” frustration seeping out of your mouth, “i think you owe it to your uncle to care, or at least pretend to,” snarling your lip, though this wasn’t your usual bickering. 

his blasé attitude wouldn’t run this time, someone had to care before they left both of you without jobs. 

his uncle is a nice man that took the time to get to know you, holding a genuine interest in your shop all until he gave it up six months back, retiring just to leave the garage to his dorky nephew. 

eddie’s gaze averts yours, shaking his head as if to dismiss you. “you done? i’ve got work to do,” folding his arms over his chest, attempting to slink off back into the dusty building. 

if he wouldn’t fight it, you would. 

you and mr. pham maybe. 

though you can’t see him putting up much of a fight either. 

trundling back over to your own depressing storefront, wasting no more breath on eddie munson. 

it’s the worst news in the world and yet, you can’t help but feel relieved. 

months of stress and fretting over bills needn’t amount to anything if they were just going to bulldoze the entire thing. 

but then, leaving without a fight would be futile, downright pathetic even. that’s not who you were, or who you were raised to be. 

mayor kline would have to listen to you, either that or you’d tie him to his chair and frankly force him to. 

you ponder asking eddie for wayne’s address, hoping to get him on your side yourself but knowing him, he’d send you on a wild goose chase around town just for the fun of it. 

you were fighting this on your own it seems. the only person left in this desolate town that cared about the little people.