HE'S ALL THAT Is A Genshin Xiao X Reader Smau Based On The 2021 Movie: He's All That. Follow Along For

HE'S ALL THAT is a genshin xiao x reader smau based on the 2021 movie: he's all that. follow along for the ride to see popular and beloved-turned disliked ex-influencer y/n transform the least popular boy in school, the reclusive alatus "xiao" li, into a hot not-a-mess to redeem themself. but what happens when the makeover changes both of them?

genre: romantic fluff, hurt & comfort, sfw

content warnings: angst, fluff, betting on love, kaveh is mean as fuck, you can read the synopsis of he's all that if you want to know how the storyline will go, but you'll probably spoil it for yourself. i'll deviate from some parts of the storyline to fit this smau.

a/n: my first ever 1/2 smau and 1/2 fic <3 hopefully this gets me back into writing mwa love you all, thank you for being so patient with me! i hope you’ll all look forward to this :,) 🤍

masterlist:

prologue. twitter profiles i. a beloved influencer ii. the downfall of a beloved influencer iii. he's the one

taglist:

@futuristic-tsuki @haliyamori @taokives @soleillunne @his-kikufuku @stcrfeesh @manjiros-wifey @ineshapanda @abyssalsprince @ilyuu @mccnstruck @vennnnn-diagram @obsidiannero (send an ask in to be on the taglist!)

crying because :((((( literal tears in my eyes I'm about to breakdown

𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐌 — ft. imaushi wakasa

wakasa likes it when you let him lay his head on your lap, and when you play with his hair.

hell, he loves it when you tug the elastic out of his locks and tangle your fingers in the coloured stripes of his hair, because god it feels so good after an entire day of having his hair all up in that tight ass ponytail.

he likes it best when you're both sprawled over your shared bed, muttering to eachother random comments about what happened through out your day, and he can see the crescent moon through the window.

outside, he might be the unphased, powerful and infamous executive of brahman, but once it's all over and he can come home and spend some time with you, that side of him dissolves.

he dissolves, into your hold, melting at your touch like you're the sun coming through the kitchen window and he's the ice cubes you always put in the coffee you drink at the start of your day.

he used to call shinichiro a sap, for constantly complaining about not having someone to coddle and take care of him - but now, he knows there's not a day he can survive without you around to treat him like he's something soft and fragile and sweet, after so long of being impassive, hard and battle-ready.

"there's a bruise here, waka." you gently press at his left shoulder blade. he's laying on his stomach, face pressed to your thigh, eyes shut.

"hm?" he pretends he's half asleep, hoping you won't get up. "oh. yeah, that's nothing. just leave it."

"it's purple, waka." you press, and he feels you moving, trying to ease him off you so you can get up. "let me get some ointment—"

"no, wait." he grabs your wrist and pulls you back - you turn to him, and he lifts himself off the sheets and sits up, hair falling in seams to curtain the sides of his face. pretty.

"what?" you question, and he has to take a moment to gather his thoughts. he blinks at you, long lashes throwing shadows across his face.

"one kiss." he says, and you raise an eyebrow.

"a kiss." he repeats. "gimme a kiss, and then you can go get the ointment."

you roll your eyes at him, then raise your hand as if to flick his forehead - but instead, you lace your fingers around the back of his neck and pull him close, land a peck on his lips.

"thanks." he gives you that half smile of his, lazily affectionate, and lets go of you so you can go get the ointment for him.

he's surprised when you lean back in and touch his forehead with your lips gently, before getting up and walking out of the room, muttering under your breath about kitchen drawers or something - he doesn't catch your words properly, because he's too busy thinking that, damn.

there really isn't going to be a day where he'll make it without you there with him. if shinichiro saw him now, he'd say, hah, you're the real sap.

but wakasa doesn't mind. he wouldn't mind being called anything, if it meant he was with you . . . and on that same note, he wouldn't really mind having shinichiro come round and call him a sap, either.

　　　　　　　　★ UNDER THE MASK ☄︎

" looking forward to the next collab :) " – xiao

synopsis !

successful influencer yn is asked to collab with declining-popularity streamer xiao: because of his constant sarcasm and bad attitude when he streams... so that he can save his reputation. what happens when over the course of the collab, and between the time that you spend together, you discover that xiao just really isn’t what the internet makes him out to be?

contents. xiao x reader smau. influencer au, modern au, streamer au.

currently. planning the series and creating chapters!

notes. thank you lucien for planning with me <3 also i accidentally deleted my entire planning draft for this and almost cried. so pls show this second-time creation some love

taglist. @yzeniko @starz222 @soleillunne @ilyuu @manager-of-the-pudding-bank open! send an ask to be added.

chapters.

prologue. get to know the streamer league. get to know the influencer league.

under the mask. chapter i. intro to xiao. chapter ii. intro to yn. chapter iii. the collab seems like it doesn't work. chapter iv. the collab (still) doesn't work. chapter v. the collab is working. chapter vi. tba please reblog!

this was so sweet I love it :((

Little traces of you - Eddie Munson x reader

concept - you've just moved to college and you're really missing your boyfriend, and it doesn't help the shirt he gave you doesn't smell like him anymore

a/n - just a soft little drabble done on my phone because im in a fluff mood

"Pumpkin? Did you fall asleep?" his voice was soft into his end of the phone, spoken into a soft hushed whisper into cold staticy plastic, and it echoed in your end.

He heard your breathing slow into long deep breaths, if you had fallen asleep he'd stay on the phone with you all night just to hear you breathe. Close his eyes and imagine the weight of you pressed into the mattress next to him. If he concentrated really hard he swore to himself he could smell the trace remnants of you in the fabric of his sheets.

But you weren't in Hawkins, you were two hours away in Indiana, tucked away in a tiny and cramped worn down dorm instead of being tucked into bed resting against his chest like you used to.

"No- I'm here," you finally answered him, your voice muffled as your face pressed into the shirt you was adamant about keeping among your pillows. Eddies shirt.

And not just any one of his shirt, his and subsequently your favorite shirt of his that he had given you so he wouldn't feel so far away.

You felt ridiculous, like a child clinging to a safety blanket or their favorite stuffed animal. But instead it was a well worn and loved concert shirt sympathetically donated by your metalhead boyfriend who in that moment felt impossibly far away.

Only two weeks away from him, and yet you had still called him almost every night. Blowing off parties and get togethers just to hear his voice through the statics tones of the phone.

Never in your life had you been homesick, but now it was an overwhelming feeling that shook your whole body.

"What happened sweet thing?" Of course he was able to tell something was wrong, even without having to see your face, being miles away in a completely different town, he knew something was wrong.

"Nothing..." you muttered back to him, shifting around in your bed hopelessly, the bed which never seemed to be able to get completely comfortable in.

"You're gonna have to do better than that of you want to convince me." Eddies ring clad finger was endlessly twirled in the curl of the phone chord, desperately wishing it was your hair he was playing with instead.

"It doesn't-" you felt ridiculous admitting it and you had to fight the words to come out, "it doesn't smell like you anymore."

Even when pressing the soft fabric against your nose you could barely smell the hints of his heavy cologne and bitter cigarette smoke. The smell of Eddie, the smell of home.

It felt as if he was slowly drifting away from you, dwindling with every passing second and you had to fight to keep tears from spilling from your eyes

The pang that echoed through Eddies chest was overwhelming. He could practically hear your lip quivering through the phone, and all he wanted to do was to be there for you, with you.

"Wanna hear something silly?" Eddie shifted in his bed, laying flat on his back with the phone pressed to his ear, he didn't wait for your answer. "I have one of your shirts."

"You have one of my shirts?" you hiccuped into the phone, giving up on trying to hide it anymore, you heard Eddie's laugh on the other side, and it only made you want to cry harder.

"Yeah... I kinda took it from one of your boxes before you left," his admission soothed you a little bit, it was the most Eddie thing to do, "it doesn't smell like you anymore either."

"Eddie?" you asked carefully, biting at your anxiously, you didn't want to seem clingy or needy, even though that might have been exactly what you were.

"Yes Pumpkin?"

"I really miss you"

"I miss you more"

"Tell me I'll see you soon... Please?"

"Say the word sweetheart and I'll pack the car and leave right now, be there in two hours, an hour and a half if I'm speedy,"

"No- no you don't need to do that just soon?"

He was your everything, just as you were his. And being away from someone who inhabited every part of your life was more difficult than you ever imagined it would be.

"How about next weekend?"

Nine days.

"Yeah- yeah next weekend."

"Do you think you can get some rest?" His voice was seeped heavy in sleep, and you could feel the desperation nipping at your eyelids as they grew heavy, and you hummed softly back to him.

"I love you," when he said it, it felt like a promise.

"I love you too,"

"I'll see you soon," Eddie said after a few moments of silence, but you were already long asleep.

Three days afterwards a package waited for you on your doorstep which was... strange? You weren't expecting anything and your mother surre wouldn't be sending you care packages this soon.

But as soon as the package was within the grasp of your fingers and you could read the name of the sender you practically ripped the box apart.

The letter tucked inside hard you on the verge of tears and you read it as you pressed the new shirt to your nose.

This time, a black and white long sleeve hellfire shirt was carefully packed away, and the smell was almost overwhelming.

"You're welcome," was the first thing he was when he picked up the phone that night.

"Thank you," you whispered back, the heavy feeling in your chest was still there but it had eased.

"I'll bring you another one when I come up and visit,"

this was so good :((

AAahhhh more eddie aftercare like where the reader just makes sounds to answer him cause their head space is just not there or whatever, or cuddles and attentionnnn, or shy reader ahh anything eddie plaseeeeeeee. I CRAVE EDDIE FLUFF STUFFFFF.. i just realised i cant make this anonymous for some reason- oh well :)

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞

┕━» eddie x fem!reader

❕warnings❕: mentions of smut, nudity but no smut, fluff fluff fluff, sweet Eddie.

a/n: not quite sure why it would let you do anon, but hey, no shame in this game. She's kind of a shorty but I'm hoping to write something that's more in-depth when I'm up for it.

『•• Eddie with aftercare but a few things are different lol. ••』

Not edited or betaed.

"I don't have to sell my soul, he's already in me" -- i wanna be adored, the stone roses

Eddie knew you. Eddie knew you more than you knew yourself, he knew what made you tick. Like how you would never meet his eye when you were lying, or how your grip would become tighter in his hair right before he would make you cum on his tongue.

He had seen you in the headspace you were in before, and although he wasn't sure what exactly to do most of the time when you were like this, he knew that you needed comfort. Someone to coddle you and clean you up until you regain your mental and physical strength.

Eddie was gentle with you as he lifted you up, hand splayed over your spine as he sat your body up. Your eyes were close to shutting as you looked up at him, muscles feeling like jelly as he gently drifted his hand across your cheeks, pulling away stray hairs that had made it into your mouth.

"You were fucking amazing, baby," he made sure to tell you, "Always so good for me."

You let out a soft whine in response, doing your best to lean into his touch. A soft voice in the back of your mind, shouting, pleading for more.

"More," you would plead, voice hushed and graveled, but Eddie wasn't going to let up.

Eddie was used to this now; the want you had developed for more. But there was no way he would give in, you could barely speak, let alone walk. He knew it was time to call it, much to your dismay.

"No more, sweet girl, you're exhausted, we need to get you cleaned up. You and I can get some water and then we can stay in bed for as long as you want, okay?"

Tears threatened to kiss your eyes at the mention of 'no more', the emotions you were feeling beginning to get overwhelming, and Eddie could tell you were on the edge of some sort of anxiety attack, and he was quick to act.

He scooped you up quickly and brought you to the bathroom, where the warm water of the shower already running. And due to obvious reasons, the two of you were already stripped bare.

You held onto him as tightly as your weakened muscles would let you, wobbling as he stood you up in the shower. Warm water rushed along the skin of your back, running down your spine as you buried your face into his shoulder.

Eddie was gentle as he washed you down, making sure you didn't slip as he cleaned you with an old washcloth, letting you cling to him as you let the water wash away your headspace.

By the end of the shower, you began to felt more yourself, now able to stand without using Eddie as a crutch. He would pass you a towel, wrapping you up snugly before grabbing a towel of his own.

The two of you dried off before Eddie wandered into his bedroom, coming back seconds later, tossing a shirt at your face, making you flich as you giggled at his banter.

"You here, sweetheart?" he asked, glancing up at your as he dried off his legs, watching as you shoved the oversized shirt over your head.

"Yeah, Eds, I'm here," you smiled, giving him a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

Once Eddie was finally dressed and dried, he met you on the bed with two glasses of water that he set on the bedside table. With a few minutes of struggling and flailing limbs, he finally got you comfortable. His back was rested up against the headboard, and you were sideways, legs over the top of his lap, your head resting on his shoulder as he used a hand to tenderly stroke your damp hair.

The muffled sound of his heartbeat was all that could be heard besides the buzzing of the crickets and frogs outside the trailer.

"Thank you," you would hear yourself mutter, breaking the silence.

Eddie glanced down at you, "What for?"

"For everything. You're too good for me," you would say, your own hand beginning to play with the curls of his hair.

"I'm too good for you?" he threw his head back in disbelief.

"Yes!" you argued, "You are, you really are."

"You say that, but you're the one who always looks after me too. You know, when I pull my shit, you're always there to clean up after me. I have no idea what I would do without you."

Your heart fluttered at his confession, "Well, I'm glad we're on the same page, because I don't know what I would do without you either," you smiled, meeting his eyes.

His hand was gentle as he lifted your chin so he could get a better aim at your lips before slowly leaning in, capturing you in a long, passionate kiss.

He held you close in a warm embrace, the smell of old spice, pot, and laundry detergent hinting lightly in the air around you.

In that moment, with every ounce of your being, you knew that there was no place on this planet that you would rather be.

tee hee, I apologize if this isn't what you wanted but I tried. I hope this isn't too much like the first one, and there's a little bit more dialog. Or maybe its the same amount. Idk. I'm tired 🥲.

asking them to get you boba [part 1]

feat: bokuto, oikawa, sakusa, suna

notes: fluff, sfw, terms of endearment, minor cursing

a/n: sakusa saying the l word just makes my heart go brr.

anw, part 2? lmk in the comments!

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