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@bunnybelle3
Hi, I’m Bunny
This blog is mainly about books, but I do like to write so you might find some silly blurbs or fanfic here and there ;)
Things I post about 👇🏻
-Books (including fanfics)
-Danmei
-Manga/manhua
-movies or shows
-art (sometimes my own)
-Video games (Genshin Impact)
ᯓ★ the other part is me yapping randomly :)
~ hope you like this M
Sincerely:Bunny🍒
TALES OF A LOVERGIRL
popstar!reader x manager!kento nanami — At the peak of your career, you've got the paparazzi flashing cameras at your face, teen magazines dissecting your body on the front page. The popstar Bunny was everyone's dream girl to the media, but behind closed curtains, you were truly falling apart, and only your manager, Kento Nanami, was seeing it.
notes: mentions of drug use, body image issues, mental health, toxic relationship (not with nanami), fluff, angst, smut,
Tracklist:
0. Prologue
It’s Nice To Have a Friend
2. When Did You Get So Hot?
3. Everything Has Changed
4. Cornelia Street
5. Gold Rush
6. We Can’t Be Friends (Wait for Your Love)
7. Dangerous Woman
8. 1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back
9. Better Man
10. Scared of My Guitar
11. The Only Exception
12. You Are In love
coming soon...
a/n: Hey everyone, this an upcoming fic of mine, thanks to @blondieology for putting this idea in my head LOL. Won't be a while 'til I start writing for it, but I'm very excited.
The tracklist of Reader's album is also the chapters, so each chapter will be loosely based on the title of the song. Also wanted to make this inspired by the hardships a lot of female artists go through when their career is blossoming. Also I was a huge Swiftie as a kid so a lot of songs are Taylor (she really has a song for everything, I just realized).
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this!
P.S: I feel like this is an evolution of those celebrity fanfics I used to read in Wattpad when i was in middle school omg
xoxo, maple
Hello guys, bunny here.
I know I owe you guys some drawings so pick your poison, I have some unfinished drawings, which one do you want first ?
Which drawing you want first ?
Percabeth landscape (with them ofc)
Another Hualian
Yan Zheng & Fan Changyu
Grover & Juniper
Sincerely: Bunny 🍒
Alright people, results are up 🙌🏻
Another Hualian Fanart coming up soon
(And for those who chose fan Changyu and Yan Zheng don’t worry I’ll feed you guys too 😉)
Nico Di’Angelo from Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan
Hello guys! Long time no see.
I made this drawing of Nico I long time ago but I was going through some stuff and forgot to post it.
More things coming soon.
Sincerely: Bunny🍒
Hello guys, bunny here.
I know I owe you guys some drawings so pick your poison, I have some unfinished drawings, which one do you want first ?
Which drawing you want first ?
Percabeth landscape (with them ofc)
Another Hualian
Yan Zheng & Fan Changyu
Grover & Juniper
Sincerely: Bunny 🍒
Pursuit of Jade 《逐玉》 (2026) ／ Eps. 2 + 7 Fan Changning counting to ten
Changning is the luckiest girl ever, having two murderous-when-provoked cinnamon roll guardians
Yessss, I really wanted Xie Zheng to be the one to rescue Bao'er. (Hoping NingNiang is still with the army for a reunion.)
But also:
Wu'an Hou: Bao'er?
Bao'er: Yan shu!
Blood cloak guards: ...just how many kids does our houye know?
PURSUIT OF JADE 逐玉 (2026) — I'm willing to marry Xie Zheng, but Yan Zheng married into my family. That was also a wonderful wedding.
I want what they have 🌿
See for yourself. This is my husband, the man lawfully married to me, Fan Chingyu.
PURSUIT OF JADE (2026) dir. Zeng Qing Jie
Who else lost any resemblance of sleep watching Zhang Linghe on pursuit of jade? Honestly I binged this on an abnormal amount of time.
Also for my Tgcf lovers, I just found out he was cast for Hua Cheng on eternal life… I am on mourning
I just finished Pursuit of Jade and I don’t think my life will ever be the same.
Best c-drama I’ve ever seen.
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
r. sukuna x girly f!reader... Where Sukuna can't keep his eyes off his dirty little secret-- the receptionist at his auto shop.
notes: suggestive dialogue, cussing, and Sukuna being whipped
The neon light of Itadori Auto Shop flickered as Hikaru walked in. It was a misty morning; he took a cold shower, kissed his wife goodbye (she couldn’t make him lunch today, she was in a rush for a job meeting), and listened to some jazz music on the way here. When he entered the shop, the smell of motor oil and acetone greeted him like an old friend, and he spotted some of his fellow employees. Touya, Yohei, and the rest of them were all together, in the middle of a big conversation with Sukuna.
Sukuna was the head, as well as the owner, of the auto shop. His father, Wasuke, was a very stubborn man, and would’ve kept working if it weren’t for an accident he had involving a particularly heavy part nearly crushing the old man’s ankle. Sukuna had still been working then, but now he had taken over his father’s responsibilities on being owner of the place. Sukuna was definitely unlike his father, Hikaru noticed. Wasuke might’ve been an old cranky man, but he was all bark compared to Sukuna; towering over everyone at the shop at 6’2 with tattoos and piercings littering his body, Sukuna Itadori definitely screamed trouble. Hikaru always tried to maintain his distance from the guy (although he was usually friendly with his coworkers), because when he got upset, it was terrifying. Yohei told him once that a customer was so rude to the point that he spat in his face, in which Sukuna knocked his front tooth out in response.
“Now look who’s here!” Touya exclaimed, getting up to pat Hikaru on the back. “We were just talking about heading over to the bar tonight. All of us are down, but the boss over here isn’t too keen on going,”
He jerks a thumb toward Sukuna, who rolls his eyes and merely grunts. “I told you idiots, I’ve got plans for tonight—“
“Like brooding around in your house?” Yohei snickered, and everyone else broke into laughter. It was true, Sukuna was usually bitter, and these days, he’s been more reserved than ever.
Sukuna glared at his coworkers, wondering why his father had ever hired them in the first place. “Very amusing. No, I’m going out to dinn—“
The door suddenly burst open, and everyone went silent as you walked in, heels clacking on the floor. You were the receptionist, always taking calls and orders from the customers. Everyone at the shop respected you, but they had to admit your personality was very… different from the rest of the guys. Your desk was littered with little My Melody figurines and fashion magazines, and you were always playing some pop song.
Sukuna had hired you about 3 years ago because the old receptionist had quit. Yohei had told Hikaru that from the day you walked in with your flare jeans and high heels, you were certainly trouble for everyone. A lot of the employees found you attractive, but no one’s ever dared to make a move, because you simply wouldn’t let them. Hikaru has noticed that you looked like a ditzy bimbo, but you were actually very witty and didn’t let men walk all over you. In fact, you sort of kept everyone here into shape.
Well, everyone except Sukuna.
You were both very stubborn people, and Hikaru has noticed that the two of you bantered more than often. Usually, the fights ended with you getting your way, and with Sukuna muttering a string of curses under his breath. The rest of the guys thought that Sukuna was probably only keeping you because your beautiful face and your nice ass kept the customers rolling, but Hikaru didn’t think that he hated you at all.
“Good morning boys,” You beamed, waving at all the employees. Today, you were wearing a plaid skirt and a pink blouse with some high heels. But the men weren’t looking at your outfit; like ravenous dogs, they immediately started crowding you as soon as they saw the box of donuts in your hand.
Touya smirked, taking the box from your hands like the gentleman he is. “You’re such a blessing, sweetheart. Just what we needed in the morning.”
You watched as the men each snatched a donut (some even snatched two, greedy bastards), until the only one left was a pink donut with sprinkles. One of the men was about to snatch it when Sukuna barked at him. “Kaito, what are you, a pig? This is your fourth fuckin’ donut.”
Sukuna looked up at you, pointing at the donut. “Eat.”
You furrowed your brows, knowing Sukuna is a man of few words, but still appreciating his weird way of showing kindness. You picked the donut up, taking a bite of it. Everyone stared at you, then at Sukuna, and began to laugh. Yohei smirked, “Someone’s gotta a soft spot for the little secretary.”
Both you and Sukuna rolled your eyes at the same time, and Sukuna spoke up, “I’m not being soft. She bought you all donuts, it only seems right that she gets the one that looks like she threw up on it.”
You felt the corners of your mouth tug when he began to speak, but as soon as he made that comment about your donut, you narrowed your eyes at him. He smirked back.
What a bastard.
With your donut in your mouth, you sauntered back to your desk, taking out your pink agenda and reading out the itinerary for today. “Okay boys, so we got Mr. Nakamura coming by for his monthly checkup, that call yesterday from those teenage boys which I still haven’t figured out if it is a prank or not, but I guess we’ll find out today. Teenage boys can be such idiots, wow. Were you guys ever like that? My brother certainly was— he was a real piece of work, that guy. Still is,” You rambled on, and the guys shared a look with each other.
Sukuna merely just rolled his eyes before interrupting you. “You’re going off on a tangent.”
“Whoops,” You sighed, looking back down at the agenda. “Oh, and Ms. Aoshima needs her brake fixed. That’s all.”
“You heard her boys,” Sukuna said, getting up from the workbench. “Let’s get to work. Touya, go fetch me a spare brake pad from the storage.”
Touya grinned, turning on his heel before saying, “Not if you say the magic word.”
“Go fuck yourself,”
12:30 eventually rolled around, and it was lunch time. Most of the guys always ate out in the diner that was just 2 blocks away, and since Hikaru didn’t have any lunch, he decided to join them. While everyone was putting on their jackets, he noticed Sukuna sitting at the workbench’s taking out his lunch. “Hey boss, you’re not gonna join us at the diner? You don’t gotta order anything, just at least keep us company.”
Sukuna grunted, “Nah, I think I’m gonna keep working on this Honda. It’s givin’ me more trouble than I initially thought.”
“Okay,” Hikaru nodded, heading out the door. “See ya later, boss.”
Once the door closes, Sukuna puts his lunch down before heading towards the bathroom. His father never bothered to put a female restroom because he’s never had a female employee up until you, who has been in the bathroom for the past fifteen minutes. Sukuna banged on the door, “Can you hurry up, woman? I need to take a piss.”
“Sorry, boss. Lemme just finish putting on my gloss.” You replied, and a few seconds later you opened the door to a very upset Sukuna.
“The bathroom isn’t your personal vanity,” He said staring down at you. He couldn’t help and admit how cute you looked with that pout on your face and your lips coated with that pink sparkly gloss that you always kept in your pocket. He stepped forward, “It’s for everyone to use, and I can’t have you acting ridiculous and putting on makeup at every hour when we have to use the bathroom.”
He paused before slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “Stupid woman. You don’t need all that shit anyway. You looked beautiful this morning, and you look beautiful now.”
Before you could respond, Sukuna crashed his lips onto yours, which caused you to drop your makeup bag and instead focus on the hot man in front of you. He cupped your face as he tasted your mouth, his piercing feeling cold against your tongue. God, you were always a sucker for his tongue piercing and the way it felt in your mouth. You pulled away and wiped the lip gloss off his lips, “You’ve got a little something there, Kuna.”
Sukuna grunts (but he secretly loved tasting your strawberry flavored lip gloss), leading you to the workbench where your lunch was also waiting. You sat next to him and both began to dig into your meals. You continued, “I wonder how long this charade will take. I mean, it’s been two years and none of them have a clue about our marriage. Not that I want them to know, I like having this as a secret.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, rubbing your free hand over his tattoos.
“Hikaru definitely knows something,” Sukuna pointed out, feeding you some of his salmon. “The guy is always maintaining his distance from you, and he looks at me like I could snap is head in half.”
“You do look like that,” you said giggling, and he glared at you. “Honey, it’s true. Didn’t you actually knock someone’s tooth out because they were being super rude to you?”
Sukuna scoffed, “That’s a just a story I say to entertain these bafoons. I like seeing how scared they get.”
Then, in a lower voice, he said, “I actually knocked both his front teeth out.”
You looked at him wide-eyed, and Sukuna couldn’t help but give a smirk. “Don’t worry, doll. I’m trying my best for you. Although I can’t make no promises if someone tries to hurt you.”
“Please, Kuna. You were barely holding yourself back when you saw Touya hanging by my desk.” You take the last bite and put your bento down. “I saw the steam coming out of your ears. You looked so adorable, like an angry kitten.”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t refer to me as that, woman.” Sukuna grumbled, even though his ears were bright red.
You couldn’t hide your snicker as you noticed how flustered he was. “Aww, you look so adorable right now. I just wanna pinch your cheeks.”
You got up and pinched his cheeks, and he merely glared at you. Secretly, he was enjoying all this affection from his wife considering that he didn’t get to be affectionate with you for half of the day. But he would rather jump off a cliff before admitting to you that your affectations were his soft spot.
The two of you spent the rest of the lunch break doing the usual— sharing childhood stories, gossip about coworkers, and having Sukuna indulge in your fashion addiction. Currently, he stood over you as you were shopping at some online boutique, showing him all the outfits that you wanted to buy. So far, he’s approved more than half of the items, and he knows he’s in deep trouble if you keep finding any more. You click on a light pink lacey set that includes a camisole and shorts. “C’mon, Kuna. I have to get these. Can’t you imagine me getting out of the shower in these?”
Yes, Sukuna can imagine it very vividly, and if he doesn’t stop thinking about you in that set, he’s probably going to do something stupid. He raises an eyebrow. “Let me see the model. I wanna see how it would look on you. “
You click on the next slide, and Sukuna’s eyes widen. “You need more PJ sets. Go buy that one,”
You grinned happily, “Thank you. Now about the lingerie—“
Your shopping spree was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening, where the rest of the me walked in. Sukuna immediately pulled away from you, and you pretended to read from the computer screen. “That part is probably coming in tomorrow, so we’d have to delay Mr. Gojo’s appointment.”
Sukuna nodded before looking back up at the men. “Took all of you long enough. Let’s get back to work.”
He left your desk, but not before subtly giving your ass a smack. You bit back your squeak and glared at your husband before returning to the computer. You supposed the conversation for lingerie could wait a couple of hours.
Hikaru squinted when he noticed the glare you gave Sukuna. He nudged Yohei and whispered, “Do you think the boss is hooking up with our secretary?”
Yohei stared at his coworker in disbelief. “Are you kidding? Sukuna hates her guts. He’d always talking about how irritating she is, prancing around in her miniskirts.”
“I think I just saw him slap her ass,”
Yohei cackled at that. “You must be seeing things, man. I don’t even think Sukuna’a her type. No way a sweet girl like her would ever get with such a grumpy man like him.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Hikaru muttered, stealing a glance at Sukuna, who was trying not to stare at you working hard on your desk.
But still, opposites do attract…
a/n: not edited as per usual, but hey this is my first time writing for sukuna. he's an itadori in this blurb, because i might honestly continue writing this series and include yuji and choso (i'm a sucker for uncle!kuna). also this is probably ooc, i haven't watched season 3 yet and i'm not that far in the manga
xoxo,
maple
SWEET CREATURE
j.todd x f!reader- After a rough night of patrol, Jason comes across a blind woman who's walking home and befriends her.
notes: just some fluff, based on veil manga by kotteri
The first fall of snow in Gotham City was always so beguiling, at least to Jason Todd; by the next day, the streets would always be filled with snow salt and sludge. But the first snowfall was picturesque, similar to a scene that Jason would read out of his favorite novel. It reminded the man of simpler days, where he’d spend his days at Wayne Manor having snowball fights with his older brother Dick, afterwards going inside to curl up by the fireplace and read.
Nowadays, snow days aren’t as magical as they used to be. Instead of laughter and warmth, Jason was met with the blood-stained streets and the bitter cold pricking at his skin. He also figured that as you grew up and started to see the horrors of life, that sort of magic disappeared (and believe it, Jason has had his fair share of horrors in life).
Tonight wasn’t different than any other night; there was the smell of weed enveloping a group of hooded men near the corner store deli, the sounds of screams piercing through the night, and the coppery tang left in Red Hood’s mouth when he swiped his tongue over the cut on his busted lip.
He looked down at the crook who was trying to sell some illegal substances to teenagers earlier, now with a mangled face and busted up ribs (courtesy of Red Hood himself). The bastard thought it’d be a bright idea to try to get a couple of hits on Red Hood, and although he held up a pretty good fight, Jason basically bashed him into the ground.
“P-please, Mr. Red Hood, I was just trying to make some money.” the crook begged, trying to get up. The man’s eyes screamed for mercy, and Jason couldn’t help but think how pathetic he looked. That man knew what he was doing when he sold those drugs to the kid, and Jason made him pay the price.
“Stay down,” Red Hood’s modulated voice came out threateningly as he put his boot over the man’s torso and began to slowly apply pressure to his chest. The crook began to wheeze, and Jason heard a crack coming from the man’s ribs. A shriek pierced the night, but they both knew that one would come to rescue him. Jason pulled his foot back, and the man had seemingly relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief. He coughed up some blood and he gave a little smirk at Jason, his smile stained with red. “Oh, thank fuck, man. I really thought I was a goner— what are you doing?”
The crook watched as the Red Hood took out a handgun from his thigh holster and pointed it to him, the fear he had only a few seconds ago settling back in. Jason, on the other hand, was smirking inside the helmet. He stepped closer, the sound of his boots echoing in the alleyway, until he loomed over the bastard and held the gun to his chest before pulling the trigger.
Red Hood wasn’t one for pleasantries; once he found his target, he never hesitated to put a bullet through them.
The man’s screams were swallowed by the sound of the gunshot ringing through the air, and the cold breath had stopped coming out of his mouth. Red Hood could see the blood spilling out of the man’s upper torso and onto the cement, where the red had stained the beautiful white snow from the previous night. He smirked to himself in satisfaction, knowing that the bastard got what he deserved and that the children were safe from those dangerous drugs. He couldn’t bear to see any of these promising young kids become just like his mother; battling with addiction while making empty promises to the people you loved. He looked over the scene one last time before getting his grappling hook, throwing it to the nearest ledge and soaring upward to the Gotham night.
Some nights he’d be working alongside Nightwing or Red Robin or Batgirl, but for the most part, Jason was alone. He was told often that he was bad at communication with his fellow vigilantes, and his ideologies weren’t exactly similar to the Batman’s.
But it wasn’t like he minded being alone. In between his familial affairs and his job at the fire department, there was just too much in his brain throughout the day, but the serenity of night allowed for Jason to be alone with his thoughts.
He landed near Broad Street, in the alleyway next to a coffee shop he often frequented with his friend Roy. He slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath before he could continue to grapple. Just a few more blocks, and he’ll be back at his place, where he could spend the rest of the night indulging in classic literature and drinking hibiscus tea.
When he looked around to spot anyone watching him, he didn’t expect to see a young woman walking the streets at this hour. The first thing Jason noticed was the beautiful clothing she wore; a red pea coat and a pair of designer heels he’d seen Steph wear once. It was something so simple, yet the woman made it look so elegant with how she walked so gracefully.
Jason’s eyes narrowed when he saw the cane in her hand, curious as to why a blind woman was out so late at night when it was so dangerous. Before he could wonder any further, Jason noticed that something fell out of her pockets, and he straightened up and walked outside of the alleyway to pick it up.
It was a light blue handkerchief, neatly folded and clean, but now smudged with a little grease that was on the sidewalk. He carefully walked up to the woman, making sure not to startle her, and turned off his voice modulator to sound less like a threat. “Excuse me, ma’am?”
You turned around, looking up at him with a curious expression. He noticed immediately how you clutched your purse and reached for something in your pocket (perhaps pepper spray?). “Yes?”
Your voice was soft and melodious, unlike the usual booming voices that cut into the Gotham atmosphere like a looming threat. You didn’t belong here, and no less in a place like the Bowery. Jason nodded, “Yeah, uh, you dropped your handkerchief.”
He held it out near your hands, and you took it, brushing your fingers against his palm. You held the handkerchief close to your chest before smiling, “Thank you. What are you doing here so late at night, may I ask? Are you a policeman?”
Jason chuckled at the thought of being a part of the police force. He had little respect for the GCPD, seeing that their methods of enforcement were often ineffective and did not help the crime rate in this city go down. “Yeah, somethin’ like that. You know, you shouldn’t be out this late either. What’s got you strollin’ around here so casually at this hour?”
“Well, Mr. Policeman,” You began, and Jason felt the corner of his mouth tug slightly upward at your nickname. “If you must insist on knowing, I work at a clothing shop here.”
You pointed past his shoulder, and he turned around to see a small clothing shop nestled between his favorite coffee shop and a tattoo parlor. He raised an eyebrow, “The Nifty Thrifter, huh?”
“Yes. It’s a really silly name, don’t you think? That’s what I told my coworker, but she wouldn’t listen to me. It isn’t even a thrift shop. Most of the clothing are designs of mine from a couple of years ago, so it should really be more of a boutique.”
Jason looked down at you, noticing how your face turned into a pout when you began to criticize the shop’s name. It was cute. “Yeah, it’s a little ridiculous, alright. Where’s your coworker anyway?”
“Oh, she’s long gone if you wanted to catch her.” Jason’s brows furrowed when he saw you clutch at your jacket as a breeze came in. “She’s a mother and wife, so she’s gotta leave earlier to pick up the kids and all that. It’s my responsibility to close up shop.”
“She leaves you to close up shop alone?” Jason asked, his voice a little sharper. It was an irresponsible decision on your coworkers' part; having you close up shop and walk home alone this late at night.
You furrowed your brows, lifting your chin a little higher. “I’m perfectly capable of closing up shop myself, if that’s what you’re sounding so doubtful about”
“No, sweetheart, that’s not what I was worried about.” Jason shakes his head. “I just don’t think it’s very safe for you to be out late at night in this area especially. You don’t have anyone to drive you home? No friends or family or anything”
You paused at the man’s question. You didn’t go out much besides for work, so you didn’t have many friends. Since moving here, you haven’t had any friends, really. Your family was out of the question; you could never go back to your home. “No, I don’t have anyone.”
Jason saw the way you were lost in thought for a second before answering, and he found himself wondering what had happened to your family or what would make your friends so busy to not even pick you up from work. He stepped closer to you, and you felt the heat emanating in his body. “Can I walk you home? I mean, if that’s alright with you.”
“I would appreciate that, thank you.” You held out your hand for him to take it. Jason stood there for a second, not really sure on why he was hesitating. It felt wrong to have his blood stained gloved hands intertwined with your soft, manicured ones. You chuckled, “Don’t be so afraid, Mr. Policeman. I don’t bite.”
Jason smiled at that before taking your hand in his. Your hands were freezing cold, and he couldn’t help but hold your hand a bit tighter. “It’s just Jason, sweetheart.”
“Jason it is,” You mused, telling him your name and where you lived. “We must hurry, though. I don’t want to miss the new episode of this new soap opera. Oh, I must explain it to you.”
“I’m all ears,” Jason said as he led you further down the block.
As Jason listened to you ramble on about love triangles and cancer diagnoses, he found himself smirking softly. It was true that he wasn’t expecting to cross paths with anyone tonight, but as soon as he gave you that handkerchief, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame. He supposed his hibiscus tea and Madame Bovary could wait an hour; there were bigger problems at hand now, and she was probably the most endearing problem Jason’s ever come across.
a/n (not edited!): I'm so excited for this. Since Veil is basically a series of blurbs, I would continue writing some random blurbs about Jason and Reader. I also didn't want to make the Reader exactly like Emma, so I based more of her fashion sense to a bit more modern times (since I think Veil is more 20th century based), so she's 'modeled' after Nanny Fine from the Nanny.
Also the title is based on Harry Styles' song. I just always thought it reminded me of Aleksander and Emma :)
xoxo,
maple
Veil x Jason Todd? Sign me up!!
ʚଓ⋆ My very first Hualian fanart ʚଓ⋆
♡ / ↻ — are appreciated😌
Hi guys! I know I haven’t posted any more art in a while but that’s because I’ve been going through some stuff but it’s getting better! This week I have a new art for all of you don’t worry!
Sincerely: Bunny 🍒
hi guys i made an ao3 account it's the same username and i put my knight jason story there :3
