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HOW HE SOUNDS | reiner braun nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐

˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! reiner x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, size kink(barely), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

REINER is definitely a whimperer. he moans. i think it’s because he’s so touch starved that ever little thing hist. gets it him — “mfhm” like sir all i did was hold your hand…

before he met you i don’t think he was nesscarily into like masturbating and stuff because like he has more important things to do? (or so he thinks anyway)

the first time you too are intimate together i think he cries … he cries when he first time felt your walls squeezing him, when you moan out his name & when he cums .. “fuck…i-i’m sorry you just..i-i’ve never…fuck”

i also like to think he doesn’t know his own strength.. like he’s a very gentle calm man but he forgets that he’s like 6’2 and just towers over you completely…

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[beforeimdeceased]

CHAOTIC ROOMMATES CAMPING/ROAD TRIP HEADCANONS 🪵🏕️🥞

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‧₊˚🌿✩ ₊˚🪵⊹♡ ellie never fails to forget something important on the trips. she’s always leaving her bug spray, sunscreen, water canister, etc at home somewhere and having to borrow from you or abby.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 abby and ellie argue half the ride. “your music sucks let me play something.” “shut up you’re breathing too loud.” “if you don’t stop this car right now i’m gonna piss in a cup and pour it on you.” (they’re so fun to be around)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ abby burns every s’mores she tries to make. it’s actually hilarious because she’ll eat it anyway swearing up and down that the marshmallow is supposed to be charred black.

₊‧ 𖧧 ellie will run off chasing squirrels with a bag of nuts if you don’t watch her closely. “i’m trying to fucking feed you asshole.”

ִ ࣪𖦹 everything is a bear to abby. twig snaps? bear. howling sound from farther away? bear. laughter in the distance? bear. bear. bear. “guys i think there’s a bear.” “go to sleep abby you’re the only bear out here.” — comically loud thwack followed by a yelp.

₊ ⊹₊ ⊹ on roadtrips you all always share a bed, no matter what. you got a room with two beds once and woke up to ellie and abby snuggled in with you, abandoning their other bed.

𖤣𖥧⋆˚˖° ellie is leaving with something. a little souvenir or trinket never hurt anybody. shit gets serious at rest stops and gift shops.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ abby packs books to read while she poops and ellie makes fun of her for it. (ellie has hidden comic books for the exact same reason)

❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚ when you take over driving, ellie and abby play road trip games like they’re olympic sports. abby has a keen eye for license plates but ellie will holler and moo the second she catches a black a white figure in her peripheral. “look abby it’s your cousin!” extremely loud laughter, followed by commotion. you do not take over driving often.

⁺˚⋆ that feeling of being back home after is satisfying. ellie tosses her shit on the living room floor and jumps onto the couch. then she promptly falls asleep 21 seconds later. (how the fuck is that possible?) abby fusses about ellie’s shit being everywhere but ultimately ignores it because her being knocked out gives you guys a chance to enjoy a nice warm bath together.

[saerins]

#001 SUDDENLY, COLORS 𖧧 NEXT: #002 PLAYING DOMINO ꒰ series masterlist ꒱

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — sae gets more than he bargained for when he decides to entertain you. and then suddenly, maybe he isn’t so indifferent to everything after all.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. bllk guys here are all pro players now. profanity, complicated relationships, reader is a working adult, implied ex-fwb situation with otoya, minorly questionable work ethics, mention of infidelity. word count: 3.8k.

༝༚༝༚ first chapter ! (bear with me because we’re gonna be in the early stages of sae & y/n getting to know each other) i hope you guys like this one as much as infy >_< the dynamic between yn & sae here is slightly different heh :) if you’re reading this: ily <3 + will add little mini extra facts at the end of each chapter ^_^

lights flashing, red carpets, familiar faces that feel so out of reach.

there’s an entire life out here that people like you, should you have been without connections, won’t get to experience in your lifetime. it’s eye-opening, and more than you bargained for. sure, when you heard that this is a party thrown by one of the japan’s national soccer team’s sponsors, you expected a lot of a-list names, but to think it’s this many.

beautiful, handsome people litter every corner of the destination, enough to fill anyone with a year’s worth of anxieties just simply looking at them. to think, this is the kind of life they live in the regular; photographed by everyone, welcomed and greeted like royalty by staff and strangers alike.

it’s nothing you can ever get used to. luckily, you don’t have to.

you stand at the top of the stairs in the venue, looking around as you try to spot your friend. on the ground floor, you see many people huddled in different groups, smiles plastered together as they catch up with one another. all you can hear are everyone’s voice and laughters muffled together and melding into one giant mess. many movie stars, models, athletes all gathered in one place, commanding the attention of everyone in the room as well as those who are watching the livestreams from home. that’s to be expected though, considering this is a party thrown by the top sports brand in japan—surely supporters and fans alike are tuning in from all over just to see their favourite celebrities.

you bet the chat is getting blown up with comments about how the captain of the soccer team looks absolutely handsome when he cleans up, or how the up and coming setter in the volleyball team is a quiet assassin if looks could kill.

there’s a vibration in your purse, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you fish your phone out to see that it’s from eita.

you slowly make your way down the stairs, carefully so that you don’t accidentally catch your heels against the bright red fabric under you. it’s not everyday you get invited to events like this, and it’s certainly not everyday you get to wear something this nice—you don’t want to end up falling face flat in front of all these important (and famous, or infamous) people.

you make a mental note to yourself to thank eita again for getting you this dress.

as you look around the floor, trying to spot whatever private booth eita’s in, your eyes flick across the top of someone’s head. somebody that could catch anyone’s attention. those alluring eyes and that tall frame. you catch your breath.

eita can wait. maybe you should take a detour first.

as you’re drawing closer to him, you can’t help but think how much more handsome he is in person; all you’d been able to see of him thus far is whatever you saw through the screen, or in paper from the photoshoots he’d been a part of. now that you’re looking at him in the flesh, you don’t think they do him justice. not by a long shot. he’s still handsome as hell in whichever form of media he’s in, but in real life, they have nothing on his actual person.

his lips look soft and pink right there in front of you, and his lashes frame his eyes just perfectly that you’re almost envious.

in all fairness, you’re not used to talking to mega huge celebrities like him. he’s a pro-athlete, but his popularity is in the millions, his talent for being japan’s best offensive midfielder skyrocketing him to fame at the young age of eighteen.

nearly ten years later and he’s somehow still topping the lists for most popular male athletes from japan.

opportunities like this don’t come easy, especially for people like you—you’re not stupid enough to not take it. with a deep breath, you put your game face on; he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t have to know the real you, just the you that you want to show him.

somehow, he manages to make your heart beat faster than anyone else in the room, and he hasn’t even looked your way. half of you is telling yourself you’re doing this for a friend, but the other half of you is selfish, it wants to see what this is all about.

“what are you having?”

the moment you set your purse down on the bar, choosing to stand beside him instead of being a normal person and settling in front of the bartender to get his attention for your drinks, sae finds himself perplexed.

there are many reasons people would want to talk to him for. if you’re from the sponsor’s team, then you’d want to run a collaboration idea by him. if you’re another celebrity, then you’d probably be asking for a picture. if you’re press, well, your occupation is an answer in and of itself.

for the first time, sae’s eyes land on you. on that smile, on your eyes.

dim lights, violets and pinks bouncing off the disco ball, and somehow you do look pretty in spite all that. he’s never seen you before, but then again, he doesn’t pay attention enough to anything in the media for him to be able to know all the celebrities in japan. you have to be one, right? he doesn’t see the press card around your neck.

your dress hugs your body nicely. it’s all black, and a one-shoulder. your thin gold necklace holds a feather charm at the end. the way you tuck your hair carefully behind your ear unveils your matching earrings. you’re pretty, very pretty. but he thinks you’re about to be a pain soon enough. and that probably cancels it out.

“water.”

maybe if he’s boring enough, you’ll leave him alone. maybe if he’s rude enough, he’ll drive you away. that’s the whole point of why he’s here anyway, to escape those pointless conversations with these media… acquaintances, and oliver and the others were being nuisances in the booth anyway. so much so that he needed a breather.

unless you’re offering an escape, he won’t entertain anything.

“do you have a game tomorrow?” you ask, setting your phone down on the tabletop. a measly excuse for a conversation starter but he supposes it wouldn’t hurt to see where you’re going with this.

is that why you think he’s drinking water? he shakes his head, “no.”

what do you want with him?

“don’t tell me you’re a lightweight,” you guess, smirking at him.

sae can’t figure you out; where other people are easy to guess, he can’t make heads or tails about you. why hasn’t he asked you to leave him alone yet? better yet, why hasn’t his own two feet walked away like he intended to before you came and smiled at him?

“just didn’t feel like drinking,” sae tells you. (you actually guessed right, but there’s no way he’s going to admit to that out of the blue.)

you hum in contemplation, your head resting against your balled fist as you look at him, pursing your lips like you’re thinking of something. he finds himself wondering exactly that: what the fuck are you thinking?

right now, you’re a mix between being interesting and annoying and he’s kind of leaning towards the latter.

all of a sudden, you fish a coin out of your purse, grinning.

“you look like you want me to leave you alone,” you tell him, sighing, though you’re probably not so much disappointed or affected as much as being playful, like one of those children that like to test the limits of their parents. you’re perceptive at least, he’ll give you that. “how about a deal? i’ll toss this coin, and if it lands on heads, you’ll do me a favour, no questions asked. if it lands on tails, i’ll do the same. then you can tell me to go away.” 

to be fair, sae could just walk away and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

“fine.”

so why? why is he agreeing to your terms?

you flick the coin into the air with your thumb, and sae watches your face as you anticipate the results. you’re staring so intently at such an inconsequential coin that he finds it both comical and troublesome. there’s something both alluring and childish about your presence.

“aha! heads!” you shout excitedly, and sae tries to keep his head down to avoid any unwanted attention. if you cause anyone to come over and pull him aside for some small talk he’s going to kill you. you look so blissfully ignorant of that fact, though. lucky for him, almost everyone around you seems too self-absorbed to care. “looks like you owe me something.”

sae sighs. “i have the feeling i’m gonna regret this,” he mumbles to himself, though you’re blatantly beaming at him, excited at your little win. you shouldn’t be; if it’s too troublesome sae would still shoot you down. he reminds himself that he doesn’t even have to follow through with the bet—who are you to him? “what do you want?”

“i’ll tell you later,” you answer, not missing a beat, ordering a shot of vodka and having it slid over to you. you down it in a second, looking even more invigorated.

does alcohol wake you up even more?

something tells sae that he’ll get nothing out of this conversation, so the gears are already turning in his head on how to slip out of this situation, make a break for the bathroom or something. “this sounds like a hassle, so i’m just gonna leave—”

“is soccer all you care about?”

“huh?”

yeah, you’re definitely leaning more towards annoying.

as he expected, you continue speaking without even listening to him. still, that’s not the kind of topic he thought you had in mind. soccer? you don’t seem like a fanatic.

“i mean, do you do anything else outside of soccer? like play games? or, i don’t know, have some secret hobby like sewing?”

sae deadpans at that last one. what do you want to know? his secrets? he’ll definitely stick with his plan of being boring. you’ll probably give up sooner or later. “no. just soccer.”

you press your lips into a firm line, like you know he’s full of it but you don’t immediately call him out. “no hobbies outside of soccer? okay.”

“yes, i have no life.”

he nearly smirks at the horrified pout that graces your lips. your scepticism nearly makes him laugh, but he holds it in. you’re probably messing with him, but he can do just the same.

“heard that your little brother scored the winning goal at the champion’s league game, how do you feel about that?” you down another shot.

sae snorts at your obvious discontent at his disinterest, though it goes over your head because maybe you’re a little lightweight too.

“yeah, i was there. i mean, i’m proud of him if that’s what you’re looking for,” he tells you—something so generic and so bland that you can probably form the answers in your head yourself.

your line of questioning continues despite sae’s half-assed participation. maybe he’s only entertaining you because he doesn’t feel like entertaining anyone else. and maybe because he probably won’t see you again so he wouldn’t feel the need to be cautiously polite around you (and so his manager won’t nag him about keeping up an image). from what he gathers, you’re probably not a celebrity—call it his gut instinct. you sure look like one, but you don’t act like them.

there’s the incessant vibrating of his phone in his pants pocket that he ignores. meanwhile you’re accepting his lacklustre answers left and right.

“actually i’m curious, itoshi sae, who’s your best friend? some say it’s ryusei shidou and others say it’s oliver aiku. what do you say?”

he leans an elbow against the table, staring you straight in the eye. you’re looking right back at him, a smugness in those irises.

“who are you, by the way?” he asks, because despite him entertaining you for—he checks his watch—nearly half an hour, he still doesn’t even know your name. and clearly, you know all about him. or at least, what the internet can provide.

you inch closer, grinning despite the scowl on his face. “let me change the question,” you propose, because you’re always so adept at switching subjects when it benefits you, pupils scanning your immediate surroundings briefly before you lean in to whisper in his ear. “people like to say you’re hard to get, is that true?”

(because that’s what it seems like—from press coverage to girls, it doesn’t look like it’s easy to garner his interest and thus consequently his effort. if there’s one thing everyone can agree on about itoshi sae is that he screams exclusivity.)

he clenches his jaw when he feels your breath hit his ear, and he hates himself for staying this long because the moment you see his ears go red, you’re smirking.

“is there anything wrong with not wanting to waste time with people who won’t matter in a matter of days?” and that’s probably the only completely honest answer he’s given you for the night—because he doesn’t waste time on people he doesn’t see making it into his future. he can’t say that for work purposes since it’s his team who manages everything, but as far as his personal life goes, that’s all you have to know.

that’s all he’s going to give you.

from the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar face, the light in their eyes going dark when they realise you’d been taking up his time.

“heading off already?” you ask, sensing his restlessness.

“yeah, well, i gave you a lot already, so…” he trails off, just hoping you’ll get the hint and leave him be.

you nod, taking your phone off the table, fishing something else out of your purse but sae’s too preoccupied looking at someone else to notice.

and just like earlier, you inch even closer, finally commanding his attention. sae catches a whiff of your perfume, a hint of sweet mixed with a little spice. you’re so close now that all he sees is you, and for some reason, he’s not moving.

you’re so close he can count the lashes on your eyes, can tell your lipstick’s not really pink but more mauve, can see up close that ever-growing smirk of yours when you catch him off-guard. and he expects you to stop, just like you did earlier, but you’re coming even closer and for some reason he can’t help but close his eyes, long lashes briefly brushing your face before he feels it go away.

when he opens his eyes, you’re not smirking anymore. that playful smirk is gone and replaced by—he can’t really tell—bashfulness? is he hallucinating the heat that built up to your cheeks?

“thanks for wasting some time on me,” you whisper, slipping something into his jacket pocket before walking away, a wave of your fingers all that you give.

and sae’s left wondering if he really was just about to let you kiss him if you didn’t move away.

he watches as you head off in the direction of the booths, a surprise washing over his face when he sees a familiar face taking your hand at the top of the first flight of stairs. that head of white with a hint of green—you know otoya?

sae takes out the piece of paper you slipped in his pocket—a name card. your name is y/n, apparently, and you work for a magazine. he scoffs, realising the intentions behind your earlier attempt to get him to talk. behind, you’d scribbled really quickly: the favour: approve this interview please? :D

you really are… something. by the way you questioned him, and your questions by itself, you must not have done this for very long. it’s a nice attempt though. still, sae has no reason to play along.

he can’t help but wonder, though—that last question: was it for the magazine, or your personal curiosity? his eyes linger on the phone number at the bottom of your card.

“hey, who was that?”

sae turns his attention to the girl he saw earlier, now in front of him, curious eyes following you as otoya walks you to their table. he quickly slips the name card back into his pocket. “dunno, she was just asking where otoya was.”

as the girl drags him away by the hand, he looks back, catching a glimpse of you staring at him before otoya guides you to the table, his hand on the small of your back, and then you fade out of view.

maybe, just for once, he’ll play along. again. because there’s something inexplicable about you, about your existence.

“look who made it back in one piece,” oliver exclaims as sae makes his way back to their table a couple of hours later, taking a seat next to the man himself. “what did bianca want you for this time?”

shidou puts down his glass of champagne to wince at sae, a pitiful glance thrown his way. “she's kinda territorial, bro. blink if you need help.”

snickers are heard around the table, most of them knowing how exasperated sae can get sometimes, even if he never actually says anything.

“you know if you guys are dating, you can just tell us right?” karasu teases, joining in the conversation.

sae rolls his eyes, ignoring them entirely. the topic about him and bianca had gone completely stale for him. honestly, if his manager didn’t convince him that he absolutely had to attend till the end, sae would’ve left halfway. maybe he wouldn’t have attended at all if he had a choice in his own schedule. then again, if he didn’t come tonight, he wouldn’t have met you.

is that a good thing?

speaking of, there’s a lack of your presence here that just mildly disappoints him. mildly.

“where’s your friend?” sae asks otoya, who’s busy typing away at his phone.

his fingers stop, and he cocks a brow at sae’s question, more confused by the fact that sae is bothering to ask such a thing. “she had a thing so she left earlier,” he says, brushing it off. “why? did you need anything? saw her talking to you just now.”

it’s like they both can sense the sudden interest of everyone around the table.

sae shakes his head, leaning back against the chair. “nothing.”

sensing something amiss, oliver leans forward, looking the most interested he’s been all night. “oh? sae of all people asking about a girl? don’t see that often,” he mocks, and sae sighs internally, immediately regretting opening his mouth.

“gotta hand it to you, though,” karasu says, nudging otoya on the elbow. “she’s pretty.”

“isn’t she that girl you said that slapped you so hard back in high school that you cried?” yukimiya joins in, his statement making the guys burst into laughter.

otoya groans, shrinking in his seat. “shut the fuck up. she was being annoying.”

“nah, she was just keeping eita in check after she heard he cheated on his girlfriend,” karasu fills in the gaps for everyone.

sae listens quietly to them divulge bits and pieces of you that they got from otoya back when you were still there with them.

apparently, you’ve known otoya since middle school, and you’ve been friends all the way till university until you drifted apart for some reason (that otoya won’t share). sae thinks it probably has to do with that “we used to fool around” statement of his. at least, unlike any of the girls he fools around with, otoya never entertained lewd questions regarding you.

were you special to him?

“tell us more,” yukimiya taunts, fully enjoying the tinge of red he sees on otoya’s ears.

“she’s just a girl who likes to clear out my fridge all the time. annoying pest i can’t get rid of,” otoya says, though everyone knows that it’s just his sharp tongue at work. he looks like he’s close to malfunctioning, a sight that sae has never seen before, fully earning his intrigue.

thankfully for otoya, oliver shifts the attention (unfortunately) to sae. “no, what i wanna know is, how a girl like y/n managed to catch this guy’s interest,” he says, pointing to sae, a cocky grin on his face. “so spill, are you interested?”

that must mean that you and otoya have nothing going on then? not that he’s curious. and not that he would put it past oliver to suggest that he steal you from someone else.

he’s not even sure why all these thoughts are in his head in the first place. sae puts on his best poker face, raising his brows as if in silent denial. “i’m not.”

oliver’s grin mirrors that of the cheshire cat, and it’s all sae has to see to know that he’s about to suggest something that will earn a ripple in the timeline.

“otoya, phone,” oliver demands, and otoya nonchalantly slides his phone over. a quick few taps of his fingers and he finds your public profile before sliding otoya’s phone over to sae. “there, follow her then, if it’s nothing.”

despite seemingly doing this all for fun, oliver is betting on much more than that. if he gets to see what the whole big deal is, why not? on the one hand, otoya is refusing to say anything about his real feelings about you. on the other, sae is refusing as well to admit that maybe he’s a little bit charmed by you.

sure, asking sae to follow you is like sending a whole army of girls chasing after a baby with a very prized candy but oliver barely knows you, so it’s fair game where he stands. besides, he’s not forcing sae to do it. he just knows he will—sae never bothers showing interest in anything, let alone a woman. he’s not following any girls either apart from other celebrities, and that’s because they cornered him to it. if he does this, you’re the only comparatively normal girl he’ll follow. sae might not be aware of the implications and whatnot, but oliver sure does. it’ll take a while for it to show, but he’ll wait patiently.

the only reason otoya hasn’t been subjected to that same problem for following you is because his popularity doesn’t come close to sae’s. not even oliver’s comes close. neither are their fans as rabid as his.

and when sae scoffs and takes out his phone to do just what oliver expects him to, oliver’s eyes flick over to look at otoya, a certain unsettled look in his friend’s eyes. neither guys are ever straightforward with their feelings—he leans back and relaxes, waiting for a show.

whoever you are, y/n, whatever you have going on, good luck to you.

extras !

sae and bianca go way back, but so do y/n and eita! the latter more so than the former.

this is y/n’s first time ever attending an event like this in her x years of knowing eita.

sae’s group of friends consist of: oliver, otoya, shidou, karasu, yukimiya and sendou. (sendou has a conflicting schedule so he wasn’t there that night.)

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[kusanalogy]

An unanticipated letter

characters: childe/tartaglia x gn!reader

a/n: CHILDE MY BELOVED <333 HERE IS YOUR BIRTHDAY SPECIAL !! Deepest apologies to the people that read this an hour before release ㅠ ㅠ there were many errors/spelling mistakes because it was written last minute. I hope after fixing it, it turned out alright

warnings: one swear word and mentions of marriage? is the marriage part even a warning

inspired from his 2022 birthday letter and art, Not the exact scenario (but same idea) and reader is not the traveller/mc

word count: 640+. My birthday specials were supposed to be under 500 words but it seems that i love him a bit too much 😭 im sorry

You waited for your lover in your shared home, Deciding to wait till nighttime to give him with your gifts.

The gifts you prepared weren't much.

A homemade snezhnayan dinner (you spent time learning the recipes!)

a cake (you're still unsure if he's picky about cake flavors..)

matching bracelets (while buying it, you thought of out childish the idea was. hmph, blaming the harbinger and his love for this!)

your love(??? blaming him again for that.)

and something to remind him about the things he loves. You made sure to pick that item carefully, it was quite small because you wanted your lover to take it with him wherever he goes.

Not too long after, you hear the front door open as you lay down on your bed. "That must be him" You thought. Putting on your footwear, You welcome your lover home.

"Happy birthday, ajax!"

"Y/n! Thank you, i thought you forgot about it." He admitted, hugging you close

You pull away from the tight grip while helping him take off his jacket "How could i forget such an important day? Now before we eat, Whats that?" You say, turning your eyes to the bag he dropped by the doorstep.

"Ah, i was just about to bring it up. Since i had to get back to snezhnaya, i visited my family before going back here." He said, then turning around to get the bag "The items it contains are gifts they wanted me to bring to you- which includes a letter from my mom."

You wonder what she wrote this time. Another invitation to their home? No, you've already visited a few months ago. Something about your ajax? Could be a possibility. "A letter? Lemme see! While i read it, go freshen up. We're having dinner."

"No. I wanna see your reaction on spot." He pouts as he hands you the letter

You simply smile and take the envelope, Excited to see what she your future mother in law wrote.

Skimming through the writings, It initially seemed normal. Until a certain sentence caught your eye..

"-...But there is one topic i was also thinking about. When can i expect marriage between you and ajax? No rush of course!!! Just love eachother and keep yourself safe."

Reading it, you could feel your heart racing and your body heating up. That alone made childe laugh at you

"Hahahahaha! You wouldn't mind if i take a look right?"

"N-not at all." You answered, still flustered over his mother's question

He paused to scan the letter and find the sentence, a few seconds later a big shitty grin grew on his face

You knew he would react like that. Of course he would. Not that you dont mind though

"....Soon" he says, winking. He himself isnt sure if its a joke or not. Could be called a half joke, i guess.

Oh god. The heat is even worse. But you have to reply.. you can't leave him hanging. "Childe!!!"

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

Once things calmed down, the fatuu recieves his presents, blew his cake (thats saved for dessert) and sat down for dinner.

"The food tastes just like the ones at home! You're such a fast learner sweetheart" He praises

"I mean, its your day today. I should give you the best. Now, do you have anything to say about your trip back home?"

As expected, he did. He looked quite eager to tell you aswell. "Of course. Let me tell you what teucer's reaction was to his new toy you helped me picked out! Or would you like me to start with the really big fish i caught with anthon's help? Hmmmm.. so many stories."

"okay, okay, i'll be listening to anything." Honestly, You're willing to listen for as long as he'd like. Even if it's been hours, you can never get tired of how his eyes light up whenever he talks about his home.

[kis6ki]

⚘ HAVING A GAY PANIC TOWARDS YOU! ──── ✿ ft. mikey, draken, hina.

MANJIRO SANO 𖧧 MIKEY

mikey read through your reports, quite impressed. he wasn't really into bonten's weaponry sciences, he's seen sanzu look through reports and it seemed like a pain in the ass but yours were neat and organized. you even offered to explain everything in case he didn't understand. he accepted your offer, not because he need help though.

"and you see this? here is where this applies–"

'are scientists supposed to be this mesmerizing? why are you so pretty i'm trying to concentrate >:( i can't concentrate i hate this. sanzu where are you?! i need helP.'

"sano-buchou, are you listening? as you may be aware, this is quite important. i can return at a better time if now isn't a good time."

"no no, stay!– i, uhm, i saw something outside the window and got distracted. yea, won't happen again." 'nice save, me >:)'

KEN RYUGUJI 𖧧 DRAKEN

"i can help you if you like. my dad taught me how to fix motorcycles, i just lack the equipment to fix it myself..." the male working on your bike looked up at your curiously, as if trying to read you. there was a longing for sleep in his eyes, the main reason you offered to help in the first place. "–i will still pay full price, of course!"

"uhm, yea sure." he answered some questions you had about what he was doing, it was the first time someone cared about what he was doing, instead of just dropping off the bike and leaving. boy was he glad you stayed cause 'you look so cute when concentrated', oh no he didn't mean to think that :l

luckily you didn't talk about prices before you paid. as in he made it cheaper, no he didn't steal from you, you mf.

HINATA TACHIBANA 𖧧 HINA

"ask her out!" emma whispered, following hina's eyes which were glued on you. you were a waitress at the girl's favorite cafe and hina had a mega crush on you ever since you closed late and listened to her problems one night she was going through something rough. also you were really really pretty?

"no no, she's busy.." hina mumbled. she accidentally made eye contact with you while you took someone else's order. you waved politely with a bright smile with a giggle when you saw her face erupt into many shades of red.

"oh, c'mon, you're killing me, hina!"

[xiaophobic]

‧₊˚.𖧧. QINGXINS!

including! — xiao/reader <3

genre/warnings! — fluff, valentine’s day content, y’know i sat down at my computer and asked my little pea-sized brain who i wanted to write for for valentine’s, and the tiny neurons chose him

༉‧₊˚. SYNOPSIS! — these “holidays” that mortals use to commemorate certain aspects of life are unintelligible to xiao, but the ear-to-ear grin that stretches across your face at his questioning of such definitely registers.

liyue harbor bustled with couples, families and simple tourists alike this time of year. vendors specially decorated their stalls and stores with festive valentine’s day decorations to cater to customers. many conversations regarding valentine’s confessions and the like could be picked up on as you and xiao strolled around the harbor.

“i’ve never understood this day. the way mortals find the most miniscule of facets to rejoice about is exhausting to me,” he spoke, only to you. expressing faux reluctance along with genuine confusion, he looked over at you being that you had not responded and he was met with a mischievous smile.  

...he’d made a mistake.

“well, xiao, for humans, valentine’s day is a day where you get to express your love for someone you really care for. whether that be a family member, a friend, or—”

you linked your arm around his and continued walking as if nothing happened.

“a significant other.”

he glanced down at your now interconnected arms with a poorly-feigned annoyance, for he pulled his arm further in front of himself so you could maintain a better grip on him. 

he’d seen humans come together for this day for many years, but not once had he been in the midst of all the celebration. not once had he had someone else to potentially celebrate with either. he listened intently as you explained the day to him in full detail, its common practices, why exactly mortals find it so important, why the gifts given and received on the day are especially intimate — everything he needed to know. 

you made him try all kinds of chocolate and various other candies from stalls, try on jewelry, you even got him to listen with you to some musicians who were playing love songs in exchange for mora on the docks.

valentine’s day is...interesting.

“so, i am expected to ask you to be my “valentine”? are we not already committed to each other?”

xiao did not mean for the question to come off the way that it did, and he realized that in the way that your attitude shifted while answering. 

“you’re not expected to, per say. though some people do find it nice when their partners ask…” you trailed off, pretending to be interested in one of the chocolates that a vendor had on display to not seem too upset. 

the two of you continued on, browsing various stores and overall just admiring the beautiful way that the people of liyue can so easily come together for celebrations. the way that you dejectedly answered his question earlier still had not left his mind, however. he began observing what some of the other couples who were also window shopping behaved like, and took the gestures into account. 

while you had your back turned marveling over a selection of noctilucous jade infused jewelry, he dissipated into thin air, appearing back next to you a mere few seconds later. fortunate for him, you hadn't even noticed his disappearance. turning back to him, you tilted your head in confusion as he grasped your hand firmly, but you were not able to voice it as before you knew it, your surroundings changed. 

looking down, you concluded you were atop mount tianheng. there was a breathtaking view of the harbor from where the two of you stood, but you were still helplessly confused as to why you were there to begin with.

“why did you—”

you were interrupted again with the gentle push of an amazing-smelling bouquet of qingxins against your chest that he had acquired when he disappeared. you took the flowers appreciatively and looked up from them to see him studying you. 

he reached his hand out expectantly and you placed yours in it, to which he leaned down and kissed your bare knuckles experimentally. he exhaled in relief at the tiny smirk that landed across your lips. you kept your hand in his while you kneeled down to place the qingxins delicately on the ground, using his hold on you to pull him into a loving embrace afterward. 

“i cannot make much of human practices or emotions...but for you, i’d try anything.”

thank you soso much for reading <333 stay safe & ily