athlete!kuroo x VSmodel!reader: celebrities AU [ONGOING]
kuroo is a professional volleyball player in MSBY. one day he's hired to model for a sports campaign with victoria secret angel, y/n. a fault in the camera equipment buys kuroo and y/n some time to get to know each other.
#2 seasonals
saturday. apparently, someone had let the venue know you'd be there and you were allowed to enter by a separate entrance from the general public. it was the beginning of this season's volleyball match, so most of the stands were only filled in the front. many of the nosebleeds were empty.
the people sitting next to you were already seated, one of them was an actress and the other was a olympic athlete. neither of which you were acquainted with, but you exchanged greetings nonetheless. the match would begin officially at 11:15am, so you dropped a text to kuroo to let him know you had arrived.
[ you ]: hi im here 11:04am
[ you ]: goodluck 11:04am
at 11:16am, the MSBY black jackals began making their way into the stadium followed by cheers from the crowd which drowned out the commentator. this was followed by the entrance of the tachibana red falcons (you did some research before coming).
kuroo was the middle blocker and stood at the front and centre of the court, he was wearing the iconic black and gold jersey. his eyes scanned the crowd before stopping and winking at you, glad you could make it, he mouthed to you.
the crowd had basically gone wild and the actress next to you whispered that most of the fan favourites from MSBY was playing in this first rotation after noticing your confusion. stood at the front of the court was kuroo, he looked awfully smug and you could've swore he was flashing his good side for the cameras.
however, the moment the whistle blew, a switch seems to turn on and all the players zoomed in on the game.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
the match ended about an hour and thirty minutes later with the MSBY black jackals winning the first and last set.
kuroo had invited you out for lunch (only if they had won) since you had so kindly agreed to come to his match, and he said it'd be rude to let you go home on your own afterwards.
[ kuroo ]: just finished debrief, im omw 12:51pm
[ kuroo ]: where are u now? 12:51pm
[ you ]: outside the stadium 12:53pm
[ you ]: exit B 12:53pm
a minute later you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.
"hey," you turned around to see kuroo with his duffel slung over his shoulders and water dripping from his hair. "you ready? there's a steak house that my team passed by on the way. we could go try it out."
"sure, im craving something savoury anyway."
you both decided that the distance from the stadium to the steak house wasn't that far off so we settled on walking. "good job on your match by the way, how was it?"
"it was fine, I was expecting us to win to begin with," he snickered before adding on, "not trying to be cocky or anything. I just think we deserved this win. everyone worked so hard and id hate to see them disappointed"
he paused, you see wheels turning in his mind and he raises his hand as if to pause the conversation, "wait, that was too sentimental. pretend you heard nothing."
you raised an eyebrow at that, "fine, ill ignore that but yeah, that sounds cocky. don't say that in an interview, please."
kuroo groaned, "you say that like i'd dare to tarnish my PR-approved reputation. id probably just go on a spiel about team spirit and tenacity or something." he cracks his neck and slowed down his footsteps when he realised you walked a beat slower than him. "thanks for agreeing to come out for lunch with me by the way."
"as you should," you nod your head as if telling him its only right that he be thankful. "this could potentially lead to us getting good press too."
"damn, so im just another story to tell?" he feigned a look of hurt and clutched his fist over his chest.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
the steak house was packed, it was mostly filled with couples coming in for a date. the hostess was immediately taken aback by the presence of the both of you and mumbled something hurriedly in her earpiece.
within minutes a table was cleared and you were seated, much to the dismay of the parties before you.
kuroo pulled out the seat for you before moving to his seat. "wow, chivalrous," you adjusted your clothes before sitting down.
"of course, and that's only the first part of my 10 part integrated plan on how to impress you."
that excited a genuine laugh from you, "can't wait for the other 9 parts then."
whilst the conversation was extremely lively, you had less-than-enthusiastic comments about the food.
"this steak isn't medium rare, tell me it isn't medium rare." you poked the slice of beef with your fork and awkwardly held it up for kuroo to examine.
kuroo gave the steak a suspicious look, "do you want me to ask them for a new plate?"
"it's fine, because then id need to give them a passionate complaint about why their appetisers are atomic sized." you huffed, looking defeatedly at kuroo.
"but if you do, ill let them know I know a good lawyer." he chuckled, his laugh felt like it came too easily considering he just went though an hour and a half of strenuous activity. you wondered how he's able to find the strength to sit up right.
eventually, you set your utensils down on the plate, intending to talk to kuroo for the rest of the lunch.
unlike the photoshoot where there was harsh lighting and his hair was styled, kuroo had just washed his hair and you noted he had a rather peculiar hair style.
"does your hair naturally rise and fall like that?"
for a split second you saw kuroo's eye twitch before he regained composure, "yes, unfortunately. it's been a sore topic that my teammates enjoy bringing up."
you leaned in closer from your end of the table to observe his hair, "it's almost impressive."
he gave you a look of disbelief, "if this impresses you, I think you'll love the other 9 parts."
at this point, you're unsure if he's joking about his plan or not.
"I get what you mean now about the food though, I think my jaw might break from this steel reinforced steak." you watch as kuroo's face morphs into one of discomfort as he chews and ultimately he disposes of the contents in his mouth in a napkin.
he tosses the napkin onto the table and calls it quits, "is new york's food all like this?"
you shook your head, "no. its just these dressed up restaurants. I know a really good run down pizza place on the 48th."
"are you suggesting a second date?" he cheekily grinned.
you quickly followed up with, "i wasn't aware that this was the first."
notes: didn't feel like writing a whole volleyball match so I didn't #haha
kuroo is a professional volleyball player in MSBY. one day he's hired to model for a sports campaign with victoria secret angel, y/n. a fault in the camera equipment buys kuroo and y/n some time to get to know each other.
xiao breaks up with reader, how do the other genshin characters react and what do they do?
[xiao, albedo, aether, scaramouche, kazuha, alhaitham, tartaglia, cyno]
#how deep is your love
what type of relationships you have with the genshin men? a serious relationship, situationship, fwb etc.
[cyno, thoma, neuvilette, alhaitham, diluc, kaeya]
xiao
#pin
xiao notices youve been rather close to a certain anemo inazuma ronin, something unpleasant in him grows
#guarded
you're a supermodel and xiao's your personal bodyguard, who’s extremely flustered by you
kazuha
#his scars
reader peppers kazuha's scars in kisses
wriothesley
#sleepless nights
reader is awoken by wriothesley who eventually joins them in bed
athlete!kuroo x VSmodel!reader: celebrities AU [ONGOING]
kuroo is a professional volleyball player in MSBY. one day he's hired to model for a sports campaign with victoria secret angel, y/n. a fault in the camera equipment buys kuroo and y/n some time to get to know each other.
#1 rain check
overstimulating lights flash and flicker, the camera men circle around you and your co-model, kuroo. you knew who he is, one of the MSBY volleyball players. so it was no surprise to you that your sports campaign photoshoot with Nike would be with him. you were, however, pleasantly surprised by how natural he was at modelling.
you're bombarded by instructions from the crew, lean into kuroo more, turn around, smile, laugh, squint your eyes. this was all part and parcel of your job. kuroo was much taller than you, but the height difference was perfect. he would sling his arm over your shoulders, a volleyball on his other arm and a tennis racket on yours.
natural. the camera man repeated, "so natural, practically intimate, give me more." vague comments like that would be repeated and you knew what they meant: look sexy.
"ah shit," the camera guy mumbled with a strong french accent. "wait, let's take 5."
kuroo let go of his arm around your shoulder and you relaxed your posture. a few crew members rushed to pass both of you a bottle of water.
"y/n, right?" kuroo asked, passing his bottle back to his handler. "it's nice to meet you." kuroo smiled, extending a hand toward you.
you reciprocated a smile and shook his hand, "and you're kuroo. ive heard many things about you."
kuroo raised his eyebrows at your comment, "really? good things, I hope."
"maybe. maybe not." you decidedly left your reply ambiguous, just to lighten the mood.
a smirk making its way onto his face, "should I be concerned that you're not telling me if you've heard bad things about me?"
a small chuckle escapes your lips and you felt your body ease up. the photoshoots were always so rushed, so you had little time to interact with the other models. it was refreshing being able to make light conversation with someone in between your busy schedule.
"hey guys, there's some technical difficulties, uh some of the cameras were damaged in the rain," the camera man walked up towards you two. "it was some intern– but anyway, we'd need to postpone the shoot until we can get the back-ups running. you're free to wait around."
in the background, someone (probably the intern) was being chewed out and berated by the Nike coordinator. you almost felt bad, but at the same time this had bought you some time to take a much needed breather.
"you're a victoria secret model right? angels?" kuroo spoke up and walked you over to near by seats to settle down.
"yeah, how do you know? you watch their shows?" you gave him a teasing look, "so what they say about you is true."
you watched as kuroo's face toggles between looking flabbergasted and flustered, "I don't watch their shows, I just heard- wait, what do people say about me?"
"I'm just messing with you."
the small amount of tension on kuroo seemed to disperse when you said that, "wow, I didn't know you did stand up comedy on the side." he joked.
although you and kuroo had just met, you felt oddly relaxed around him. you didn't think too much about it though, you were just glad you had someone to joke around with for a while.
the both of you sat there for a while, talking about random things. the conversation progressed so naturally.
"yeah, then there's atsumu? you know him? he's my setter." kuroo grinned and a sense of pride filled his chest when mentioning his teammate, "he's really good. but he's scandalous and causes a lot of issues for our management."
you had your elbows propped up on the arm rest of the folding chair, you leaned slightly toward kuroo and listened intently with a small smile. "yeah, I think I know him. there's some rumour that he's currently talking to one of the victoria secret models, alisa, you know her?"
"alisa haiba? yeah, we went to high school together." kuroo looked mildly shocked at the coincidence, "that's crazy. I need to ask him about this later."
"that's a wild coincidence, the world is so small."
kuroo had this wide grin on his face and his eyes glimmered with enthusiasm, he seemed to really enjoy talking about his volleyball team. "hey, if you're interested I have a match coming up soon. would you like to come? no pressure though."
a volleyball match wasn't exactly something you'd see yourself going to, your schedule was busy enough as it is and watching matches was never that high up in your priority list. but something about that sparkle in kuroo's eyes made it hard for you to say no.
"when is it?"
kuroo perked up slightly, "this weekend, Saturday. at the stadium. if you don't mind I could maybe get your number and ill let you know more details?"
you didn't have anything going on Saturday, so you agreed. you typed in your number into kuroo's phone and handed his phone back to him.
"that was an excuse to get your number, by the way."
you lightheartedly rolled your eyes at that.
the lively chatter was eventually broken up by the nike coordinator announcing to both of you that the shoot would be postponed to another date. "the backups equipment was taken by another shoot in the building, sorry guys." that's what she said.
alas, you bid farewell to the volleyballer as you both exited the building. you walked down the street feeling satisfied with yourself. you had made a new impromptu friend and secured your plans for Saturday.
kuroo is a professional volleyball player in MSBY. one day he's hired to model for a sports campaign with victoria secret angel, y/n. a fault in the camera equipment buys kuroo and y/n some time to get to know each other.
i know this would never take off, because trying to get a group of people on tumblr to do something is like herding cats, but could the x reader fandom agree on a collective tag to use for ambiguous drabble-style posts with multiple character names at the bottom? e.g. ‘#adapt drabbles’ or ‘#archetype drabbles’ or something along those lines, just so that people who don’t like reading them can block the tag (and that those who do can follow it!)
(for clarity, i’m referring to the post style which is roughly as follows:)
[a piece of text — usually a description or short passage of some sort, using the characters’ pronouns but without specifying a name]
CHARACTER, character, character, character, CHARACTER, character, CHARACTER, character + your favs!
Can I get a uhhh...hurt/comfort Choso drabble where he snaps at the reader? Maybe because he's worried about Yuuji or something?
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 — kamo choso
synopsis. choso's parent's relationship is struggling and he doesn't know how to handle it.
wc. 1.4k
tags. very slight angst, happy ending, yuuji is choso's 10yo half brother, choso and yn are 18-19, both went to the same school, yn is yuuji's tutor, possible ooc choso I've never written for him before
a/n. MY FIRST CHOSO WRITING!! you never specified an au so I did a post-highschool!au-ish. I hope that's okay <33 thank you for requesting!!
2k event
“can’t you tell i’m busy?” choso uttered through gritted teeth, not even bothering to glance up at you from his sketchbook he was hunched over on his desk. you’d been trying to tell him about the sweet old couple you always saw at the cafe and hadn’t seen for weeks until today. the two of you had become invested in their wellbeing and you’d thought that had been something he would’ve wanted to hear about.
“oh, sorry.” you frowned at how unintentionally pathetic your voice sounded. despite his cold demeanour, choso was probably the, if not the, sweetest person you’d ever met. he was always doting on his younger brother and showing up at your day job unannounced to bring you something whenever you tell him you’re having a bad day.
for all intents and purposes, he was the blueprint, so for him to lash out at you for no explicit reason was the total polar opposite to his usual personality.
“sorry?” choso mocked, leaning his head back to push his hands through his hair which was still damp from showering. still, he seemed more preoccupied with the ceiling than his concerned girlfriend who sat cross-legged on his bed, “geto’s going to be pissed that i’m behind on these designs and you constantly talking in my ear is not helping.”
after graduating, choso had initially taken on an admin role at a small tattoo parlour in town. a couple of months into the role, the owner, geto, had offered him a proper apprenticeship. you’d met geto on a handful of occasions and, from how choso had previously described him, he didn’t seem like the type to be annoyed over a few incomplete designs. especially not considering the additional hours and effort choso always puts into that place.
“you invited me over choso,” you pointed out. it was a sunday and, while you usually have work in the evenings, you’d been given the day off due to staff sickness. your boyfriend’s first message had been to excitedly offer for you to come over and stay the night at his which of course you said yes to.
somewhere between sending you that message and you making the fifteen minute drive to his house, he had a drastic change of heart.
choso sighed, picking up a different pencil to continue his sketch. “well, now i’m uninviting you.”
the bluntness in his tone had you blinking back tears. it was the first time he’d ever been so intentionally dismissive towards you. you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response or an argument, if that was what he was after, and picked up your coat and left his room.
you hadn’t needed to bring over any clothes or essentials since you’d come over so often his room had designated areas for your spare bits. as upset as he had made you, you weren’t about to scare him with a breakup threat because he was having a bad day and lashing out at you.
“yn!” yuuji’s bright voice spooked you from your thoughts as you made your way down the stairs and you had to quickly wipe away any tears so as to not worry your boyfriend’s ten year old brother. choso’s golden personality was hidden by dark hair and an introverted front whereas yuuji’s was clear from his pink hair to his loud voice. “are you leaving already? you haven’t even tried my pancakes yet!”
one of yuuji’s incentives to attend the lessons that he didn’t like (ie. anything that wasn’t sport) was for him and choso to make homemade pancakes together. it was a weekly thing that you usually missed because of work and yuuji had been jumping up and down when he had found out you’d be there this evening.
your heart broke a little more at the fact you’d now be upsetting him.
“sorry yuuji,” his little face dropped slightly, bounce in his step gone as he clasped his hands together. you gently rubbed his shoulder, “i’ll be here for friday?”
yuuji scrunched up his nose. “that’s so long away!” it was also the day he’d be sat at the kitchen island with you for several hours doing catch up on his classes.
yuuji was the reason why you and choso had reconnected after graduating school – because when you agreed to tutor a student how could you have known that itadori yuuji was kamo choso’s little brother? you’d never been close in school so you hadn’t even known he had any relatives.
“i’ll bring you a treat,” you promised, making your way out of the house after saying a quick goodbye to his parents.
the pouring down rain coupled with the ever flowing tears that stained your cheeks meant you had to stop your car several times on the way home just to ensure you wouldn’t crash. each and every time you checked your phone to see if he’d sent you a message, apologising and asking you to come back (which you would have in a heartbeat). there never was.
you didn’t see choso for the rest of the week – not until friday, your usual tutoring session with yuuji.
he had messaged you a couple times, asking about your day and sending you several pictures of tattoos he had done himself which you always responded to quickly. but the conversations were short and filled with unanswered questions.
most days that you didn’t sleep around his, the two of you would call until one of you fell asleep. for the last five nights both of you had made excuses for why you couldn’t call.
your relationship was still fairly new and this was the first spat that you had had. neither of you really knew how to cope with the aftermath or even the initial falling out. you missed your boyfriend, though, and you couldn’t avoid this forever.
“is yuuji here?”
you’d knocked twice before the door had been opened by choso. he looked just as tired as you felt (you’d done your best to cover it up with a bit of concealer and highlighter), and his shoulder length hair was messily framing his face. the hoodie he wore was a matching one that you had still hung up in your wardrobe at home.
“no,” choso shook his head, “he’ll be back from fushiguro’s kids in about fifteen.”
yuuji had spoken about megumi a lot to you – his best friend in the whole world, he’d described him as. he told you he’d bring him around one day to meet you.
“okay,” you said slowly and there was an awkward silence that settled between the two of you. on a friday night whilst you were with yuuji, their parents went out for their weekly date night, so right now it was just choso in his house and you at the doorstep. you take a step back, “i can just wait in my car till–”
“i think my parents are splitting up,” choso said quickly – almost too quickly for you to understand – and his eyes dropped down to the ground below, avoiding your worried gaze. “friday date nights are now for marriage counselling,” he continued when you didn’t say anything, still in shock from the confession, “jin… he’s a good guy, but my mum is stressed with work and–”
“and she’s taking it out on the people closest to her.”
choso picked his head up and there was an unspoken understanding that that was what had happened on sunday. he looked guilty as he nodded.
choso and yuuji were half brothers – choso’s dad had up and left when he was only a couple of years old and his mum had had to single-handedly rebuild their life. he didn’t want yuuji to have to experience any of the hardships he did in his broken family.
“i’m sorry for hurting you. i don’t want to lose you too,” your boyfriend apologised and you made the first step on closing the gap to wrap your arms around his waist. he smelt like home, you realised, nestling your face into his hoodie, and you didn’t want to go five whole days without him again.
you lifted your head up to press one kiss to the corner of his lips, “we’ll get through this together, no matter what happens.”
just a slice of life, a life sliced out, a slice of you and choso that involves pickled onions ???
weird individuals come and go, never staying around for too long before being swept away by the current of life.
so you can’t fathom why you’re sitting under the sweltering sun in a park, watching choso absolutely demolish a glass jar full of pickled onions.
“is it… good?” you grimaced at the sight, the pink-ish stain left on choso’s lips as he slurped down each slice of pickled onions. choso turned to you, pausing mid chew before gulping down the entire mouthful of pickled onions.
in his haste, he chokes on the food, his face turning pale as he lets out a gag. you leaned forward, patting his back in a hurried manner, “oh my gosh! you dunce,” you chastised.
choso let out a dry cough before shooting you a grin, “worth it,” he muttered, bringing his hands up to swipe away the remaining juice left on his lips, rubbing the liquid between his fingers before he teasingly wiped them away on your thighs.
you shoved his head away.
“ow!” he yelped, rubbing over the area you had brutally assaulted, “you’re so vicious.” choso moved back into place on the bench, huffing at your aggression.
“you’re the one who rubbed all your disgusting pickled onion juice concoction on me!” you pointedly stare at the glass jar in his hands before looking back up at choso, “you have no say in this, in fact, you’re worse than vicious.”
choso snickered at your attitude, “sorry, love,” he leaned in a little closer, moving the jar to slot it between you and him, “forgive me,” he mumbled.
you rolled your eyes, giving choso a dirty look before grabbing a packet of tissue to shove into his hands, “clean yourself before the cleaners mistake you for trash.”
so maybe some weird people do stick around, but hey, you’re not complaining.
what type of relationships you have with the genshin men? (relationship/situationship/fwb)
SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP
cyno
✧ ok i see him as such an amazing lover tbh
✧ would want to become a dad bc he thinks dad jokes are the next step towardsa higher level of comedic excellency
✧ tighnari begs you not to let this man have a child
✧ but despite knowing his job could endanger you, he trusts in your ability to protect yourself
✧ would randomly buy you trinkets that remind him of you bc hes usually away for so long
✧ he keeps a little box of momentos that he snagged from dates with you. it consists of things like tickets from events you both went to and seashells from the time you both went to the beach.
✧ will not shut up about invocation tcg
✧ almost went insane when you jokingly told him you didn't want to play invocation tcg with him
✧ when you do silly things he joins you without question
you laid down your living room floor with your hands outstretched towards the ceiling. you shut your eyes as you soaked in the feeling of the ceiling fan gently blowing wind. you heard a pair of footsteps approaching, eventually stopping next to you. you pry your eyes open to see cyno looming over you.
"what are you doing?" he asked, gesturing to your limp figure.
you prop yourself up on your elbows and stared back at cyno, "i wanted to feel like a leaf." you replied. cyno stared at you for a moment, before walking towards the windows. he reels the curtains back and shoves the window panels open, allowing a gush of wind in.
intrigued, you stand up and watched as cyno began making his way back to you. "what are you doing?" you question cyno who was standing behind you now. cyno reaches under your arms and swiftly lifts you up, earning a shriek from you.
"pretending that i'm a tree."
neuvilette
✧ probably a little busy for a relationship but tries to make it work
✧ i feel like befriending the melusines is a easy way into his heart lol
✧ you had a small interaction with neuvilette one day, probably bumping into him and he helped you onto your feet
✧ the melusines saw this and their minds started PLOTTING
✧ they bothered you and neuvilette every hour of the day for 2 months straight about a 'blind date'
✧ when you both finally agreed (the melusines lied to both of you that the other had agreed to get you to agree) you almost passed out when you realised who he was
✧ it worked out though, because now you're in his kitchen throwing apples at his head
✧ he gives out amazing advice too
✧ ah, what a man
standing at the entrance of the cafe, the melusines snicker and giggle. they nudge your calves, signalling you to enter. hesitantly, you step foot into the quiet cafe.
you looked around, trying to find the guy the melusines have been trying to set you up with for the past 2 months. you nervously searched, looking for a man who was sitting by himself. when your eyes landed on a secluded seat by the windows, you almost fainted.
with languid footsteps, you walked towards neuvilette, who had noticed you when you walked in. neuvilette stood and pulled out your seat, "have a seat," you gave him a small smile as he settled back in next to you.
"i remember you, i bumped into you a few months back," neuvilette said, eyebrows raised in amusement. that's when an epiphany hit the both of you, "oh." he mumbled.
"that's why the melusines kept pestering me," you giggled, taking note of a few colourful animal ears poking out from the nearby window. "well, let's at least entertain their wishes for a little." neuvilette nods at your request, flipping open the menu.
thoma
✧ 10/10 lover boy
✧ he wants a established relationship
✧ when he first confessed he was a MESS
✧ dreams of settling down with kids in inazuma with his lover.
✧ i feel like he would appreciate scenic dates more than dinners and shopping dates.
✧ he wants children in the future
✧ SUCH A FAMILY MAN
✧ he gets insecure about not being good enough for his s/o
✧ but he tries his best to build a future w you!
the streets of inazuma were lively and full of colour, the evening sun settling in the background. your footsteps blended in seamlessly with thoma's, with your hand laid comfortably in his callous palms.
"ow-" a quiet voice rang behind you and thoma. shuffling is heard as you turn to see a child laying face down on the concrete pavement. releasing your hold on thoma, you stepped closer to the boy. soft hazel eyes looked back at your own, glistening in the light.
a smile etched itself onto your face as you extend a hand towards the boy, he hesitantly takes it as you gently lift him onto his feet. "are you okay?" you ask. the boy shyly nods, a wince escapes his lips just as quickly. glancing down at his limped foot, a small gash on his knee starts bleeding. with swift movements, you grab a napkin to gently dab at his wound.
spectating from behind was an awestruck thoma, something felt so comforting about the interaction. without a silver of doubt and unequivocally, "she is the one."
SITUATIONSHIP
alhaitham
✧ this is a hill i will forever die on
✧ he's so rational.. would make a pros and cons list about dating
✧ definitely tells you "sorry, i love you but this will never work. you need someone who can be there for you."
✧ he thinks that with his work and your life, it would clash and create conflict
✧ whenever you argue about
✧ everyone has no idea what is going on, tighnari and cyno thinks he's dumb and kaveh thinks you're dumb
✧ kaveh doesn't understand why you stay with a prick like alhaitham
✧ he truly likes you but his heart will forever lie in his love for his study and craft.
✧ he wouldn't tell you to wait for him because he's calculated the optimal time for dating and it's undefined
✧ sadly, he will never have enough time for another lover
alhaitham's embrace flushed against your weary skin. his room sat too silent yet too loud. the only sound you heard was the gentle beating of althaitham's heavy heart.
his hands cradles your own, "i don't understand why you keep distancing yourself," a raspy whisper falls from your lips. alhatham instinctively draws your body closer to his own, his face moves towards the valley of your neck. feathery light touches grazes your forearm.
"this was what i was worried about. you would be unhappy with how absent i am," the words hang coarsely in the air, cold to the touch but burning in your heart. you breathed in sharply. “this is why a relationship would be a bad idea.”
anger rose in your throat, “that's different. you're absent now because you're choosing to avoid me. you’re being selfish.” breaking free from his embrace, you turn and pin your fiery eyes against his emerald ones. however, he could only reply with a solemn look, “the probability this will turn out well is zero,” he replied.
alhaitham knows how probability works, it can never truly be zero, but it can also never be ensured that this would turn out well. alhaitham is just a man that wouldn't take that risk.
diluc
✧ this man has no time for lovers (and way too traumatised)
✧ but does the occasional fancy date
✧ the type to leave you hanging for 3 business days
✧ makes it up to you by buying flowers after realising his mistake
✧ all in all he doesnt see this as a long term thing, so dont get too disappointed
✧ but he also can't take the feeling of losing you because he can't stomach the idea of losing someone he loves
✧ it's a hot and cold goose chase
✧ you'll be a happy for a week then he ghosts you for another week
curling in the comfort of your couch, you sulkily wolf down a bag of snacks. it has been officially 72 hours since the last time you heard back from diluc. the red headed man had disappeared without a word three days ago. after a night out, with a promise to pick you up the next day.
it has been well over the decided time, and diluc is once again, a no show!
a loud knock is heard against your door, there's a silent pause before another loud bang was heard. you pull your weight and drag yourself to the door. in front, diluc stood, a rare display of panic in his eyes, a bouquet of flowers clumsily clasped between his arm. you slant against the door frame, disappointed eyes stare back at his.
"im so sorry, i just got so caught up on works and," he uncharacteristically fumbles over his words, guilt eats away at him as he eyes your sunken and tired eyes. you nod, looking at your feet. "i figured," there's a moment of ghostly silence.
diluc hesitantly reaches forward, lightly resting his palm on your shoulder, testing the waters. when you don't push him away, firm arms wrap around your head, pulling you into his chest. a chaste kiss on your forehead, diluc gently rubs your back, "i'll make it up. i promise."
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kaeya
✧ bsfr this man is too traumatised for love but would chase the adrenaline of it
✧ he doesn't want something a hassling as a situationship, no strings attached!
✧ he's still really cordial with you tho, treats you well
✧ buthonestly.. don’t get too attached or expect much, mans has been through the wringer of life
✧ lisa suspects something going on between you two but has no evidence to prove it
✧ amber just thinks you both are secretly dating
the feeling of kaeya’s rough arms clinging to your abdomen shakes you awake, suddenly realising that you’re wound up in his bed. again.
the movement makes the male beside you stir, he groggily props himself up on his elbows, rubbing his temples, “morning, y/n. slept well?” a grin spreads across his face as he grabs and pulls you back onto the mattress.
“great, actually. dreamt about monstadt without kaeya alberich,” you joke. kaeya rolled his eyes, gently punching your shoulder.
“how awfully boring, who would accompany you to insufferable events then?” kaeya teases, poking at your sides. despite how domestic it all felt, deep down you both knew that by 12pm, these memories would slip into another void along with the other many escapades.
reader is awoken by wriothesley who eventually joins them in bed
𐙚˙✧˖ 📜 🕰️ 🎞️
sounds of soft grumbles and light scribblings could be heard from the bedroom. you groggily pry your eyes open, awoken from your slumber by the noises coming from the study.
with slow movements you stumbled you way into the study, where a hunched over wriothesley sat. from your position you could roughly make out his furrowed brows and tightly clenched jaw. the window illuminated just enough light that it gently gleams over wrothesleys features.
"wrio," the whisper causes wriothesley to jolt upwards. his scrunched up expression suddenly falls apart at the sight of your sleepy figure slumping against the door frame.
wriothesley's arm pushes against the red mahogany table, "y/n, why are you awake?" he smiles at your tousled hair and crumpled pajamas, taking quick strides to get by your side. his large arm reaches forward to pull you into his embrace. "did i wake you up?"
a muffled sound, that wriothesley can only assume to be 'yes', escapes your dried lips. drinking in your serene expression.
wriothesley bends down to pick you up, carrying you back to the comfort of your shared bedroom. his knees sink into the white comforter, cautiously laying you onto the bed and pulling the covers over your body. you instinctively shrink up into a fetal position, with your hands gesturing him to join you. "c'mere," you muster up with the remaining energy you have left.
wriothesley wordlessly shrugs his jacket off of his shoulders, crawling beneath the bedsheets and pulling you in by your waist. your face snuggles into his neck, sniffing his earthy scent.
under the shine of the moonlight and glimmering stars, your breathing sync, bodies fitted together like puzzle pieces and hearts beating in tune.
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