If anybody would’ve told his teammates that Sakusa Kiyoomi was playful, they would have laughed dead to their face, followed by a plethora of confessions about how snarky and, for lack of a better term, mean their teammate could be.
But then again, his teammates also had no idea how addictive your giggles reserved for him, and only him were.
Like just a week ago, when you’d watched from the doorframe as he made the bed, and when a cheeky little tease slipped past your lips, he wasted no time in throwing the pillow down and making a dash towards you.
“Omi!” You scream, darting to the other side of the bed, a wide grin plastered on your cheeks. He stood ready at the opposite side of the bed, making subtle darts and movements to make you hesitate running away more. “No, no, come on, sweetness,” he croons. “Tell me all about how bad I am at making the bed, I’m sure this will end super for you.”
Or like how this morning, when making a pot of coffee, Kiyoomi wasted no time in stalking into the kitchen to wrap an arm around your waist, relishing in the sleepy “hello” you gave him. But he refused to let the peace linger, and his lips found their way to the ticklish spot just beneath your ear, his obnoxiously loud, wet kissing being only covered by the giggles in protest that fell from your lips and squirming body.
“Omiiiii!” You scold, “it’s too early for this!”
“Never too early to hear your laugh,” he mumbles against your skin, but he stops his tickling just to relishing in your warmth. “And since when don’t you like when I kiss that spot on your neck?” He nips at your neck with his teeth, grinning at your whine.
“Since you stopped leaving hickeys and just started tickling me!” You squeal, shoving him away. “Go away, let me make breakfast.”
Even last weekend, you were having a temper tantrum about him not separating colors and whites- a dying art truly, he just genuinely forgets sometimes!- and he licks his teeth with his tongue and sighs.
“Don’t make me do the thing,” he says, looking you up and down and smirking when you tense. “Because I think you want me to do the thing, so you’re picking a fight with me. You just don’t want me to think you want me to the thing.”
“I don’t,” you snarl. “Don’t touch me, fuckhead, or I’ll scREAM-“ you’re cut off by your own scream as Kiyoomi lunges at you, long arms tossing around your waist and pulling you close to him. You’re fighting as hard as you can, but he’s got the power of preparation on his side, and, despite your best wishes, hoists you up and over his shoulder, pinning your legs to him so you’ve only got your feet to try and escape with.
“Go on,” he calls over his shoulder to you. “Apologize. Admit you wanted me to pick you up.”
“I didn’t!” You scold around flurries of giggles. “You can’t just do this to make me stop being mad!”
“But it seems like it’s working,” he snorts, adjusting you slightly so you’re secure enough for him to go about his day. “You hang in there, I’ll start folding the laundry.”
“Kiyoomi!”
Fine. Admittedly, Sakusa may not be the most patient man, especially when it comes to his teammates.
But he’s more than willing to sacrifice all pride and when it comes to peeling the peals of laughter from your smiling face anytime he wishes.
summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you walk out during an argument part two.
part i. | part iii.
MIYA ATSUMU
Atsumu and his habit of joking during serious times are slowly getting into your nerves. You told him hundreds of times already that you don't like being interupted when you are talking about something very important, especially when it comes to your feelings. But this time, Atsumu decide to cut you off again to tell you another joke that he picked up along your words.
"I'm so funny, right?" he asked, half smirking.
Your heart sank because you've been trying to pour your heart out yet, it seems like he didn't care at all.
"Seriously, Atsumu?"
"Whoa, what happened to Tsumu?"
You didn't respond to his question but instead, you grabbed your things and went out leaving Atsumu dumbfounded.
Hours passed, Atsumu was getting bored so he decided to dial your number to check up on you.
"What?" you answered coldly.
"Y/N where ya at?"
His tone seems like he wasn't bothered at all that you walked out and he didn't realize what went wrong yet.
"Don't call me, Atsumu. I don't want to talk to you."
"C'mon babe, Yer not dropping the call, are ya? Come home now. I miss you."
That one last straw bursted your tears out as you felt no care from your boyfriend at all.
"Damn you, Miya Atsumu. Is that what you're going to return to me after I pour my heart out on you? Seriously?
Atsumu panicked when he heared your cracking voice on the other line. Standing up, he speedily grabbed his Inarizaki High jacket and head out.
"Shh, shh baby, babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"What exactly are you apologizing for, Atsumu? Do you even know what you were apologizing for? You really hurt my feelings. Don't talk to me. I don't want to hear your voice."
With that, you dropped the call and Atsumu attempted to ring your number again but you rejected it.
"Shit." Atsumu felt like his world was ending because you were right, he didn't even know what he's apologizing for.
Replaying the scenario inside his head, that's when he realized that you were indeed, talking about something important but he chose to blurt out his random joke at an inappropriate time.
Atsumu knows that you're the only person who can tolerate his out of this world jokes and now that you've walked out and ignoring him because of that, he knew he fucked up real bad.
Good thing is that your shared GPS in on and he instantly located where you are—in the school library. Hurriedly, Atsumu will head towards you to apologize once more.
"The hell are you doing here?" you glared at him with your puffy eyes. As much as Atsumu wants to compliment how beautiful you are even though you're crying, he knows that it's not the right time for that.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N for cutting your off while you were opening up something to me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm willing to make it up to you, Will you let me listen and understand your problem once more?"
Atsumu will spend the whole day by your side, listening and understanding your complaints with life. He'll be quiet for most of the time but is very attentive to what you are saying. Expect hand rubs and forehead kisses as you pour your heart once more. Of course, he'll apologize once again because he still feel guilty for what he did.
"I didn't get the chance to say this earlier but you're really gorgeous, even when you're crying."
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
If there's one thing that you will label as a red flag to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, it's about him and his lack of communication when he's frustrated. Growing up distant to people, Kiyoomi never realized that he attached his toxic trait to his relationship. At first, everything was fine, not until things started getting out of control especially during arguments. And yes, Kiyoomi's silent treatment and distancing isn't benefiting either of you.
"Kiyoomi, talk to me. You know we can resolve this by communicating, right?" you pleaded to the man sitting across you yet your words fell on deaf ears as Kiyoomi's eyes remained glued to the sports channel.
"Kiyoomi." you once more called him. Standing up, you marched towards the television and unplugged the device.
Turning around to your boyfriend, you were about to open your mouth to speak again when you saw a horrified expression from Kiyoomi's face. It was something that you never saw before. Ever.
Anger. Disgust. Annoyance. Hatred. Which one is it? You couldn't figure it out.
Everything was written on his face, just because you turned off the television so that you could communicate with him.
You felt like being electrocuted on the spot as you saw your boyfriend glare on you.
"I'm…sorry."
That's all it took you to remove your stoned feet on the ground to walk out of the apartment because you don't want to see Kiyoomi's expression.
Your heart cannot handle the fact that you just wanted him to focus, communicate, and resolve the argument together.
But today, it scared you that Kiyoomi might hate you forever because of that.
Before you could step out of the door, Kiyoomi's right arm slammed the door shut that made you jump in shock.
"Where…are you going?" he asked in a low voice.
"Out…for fresh…air." you felt like you were gasping for air as you took the words out of your throat. You didn't realize it but you were actually crying as you spoke.
Kiyoomi's arm slowly made its way towards your body and pushed you against his muscled chest, left hand following to caress your hair as you buried your face and tug on the hem tightly. You were sobbing and shaking in fear.
Kiyoomi's eyes started blurring out when he realized that you were crying because of him. It wasn't intentional for him to glare at you, it just became an unconscious reaction for him. And now, Kiyoomi's blaming himself so much internally for making you cry and scarring you.
"Y/N, darling. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered in your ear, shushing your sobs. "I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry that I scare you.
Kiyoomi's voice is full of regrets and his touches are fragile. This is the first time that he let someone this intimate with him and he's willing to fix everything because he doesn't want to lose you.
Later on once you're calmed down, Kiyoomi will ask about your side regarding the argument. He will listen and understand you carefully and sincerely. He will also apologize a lot of times and will offer to make some dinner to make it up to you.
The following days, Kiyoomi will try his best to open up his heart more to you and fulfill the distance he made you experience because of his toxic trait.
♡ — when you start calling your sakusa kiyoomi by “omi”
a few months into your relationship with sakusa kiyoomi, he finally, begrudgingly introduces you to his MSBY teammates and when you hear atsumu and bokuto refer to him as omi-omi, something in your brain just clicks — like a light bulb just went off.
omi.
that’s the cutest fucking nickname for your boyfriend, ever.
later that day, after you bid your goodbyes and kiyoomi quickly ushers you out of the gym and into his car, you’re buckled in the front passenger seat while kiyoomi is starting the car, your phone immediately connecting to the bluetooth stereo.
“wow, your teammates seem like a handful, but they’re pretty great — right, omi?”
and kiyoomi whips towards you worryingly fast, eyes immediately narrowing and conveying his many emotions without a single word: irritation, regret, betrayal. meanwhile you blink back at him with an innocent smile, though the MSBY outside hitter can very clearly see the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.
“don’t call me that,” he snaps without any malice, one hand reaching over to you and delivering a light flick to your forehead. kiyoomi can only sigh deeply when you burst into a flurry of amused giggles as he pulls out of the parking lot.
to his despair, you easily disregard his warning and start habitually calling him by his dreaded nickname.
currently suffering from severe hiiro brainrot hhhh
could i get hiiro cuddling hcs? he's so cute i wanna squish him so badddd
- 🍡
a / n : today i am too lazy to get up. writing this in my notes. i'm worried that this'll be a little ooc, because i've read so few !! stories, so my interpretation of hiiro is also influenced by other enstarrie's interpretations.. oops.. i hope i did him justice because he's so cute and i would commit several felonies for him
✦ – cuddling with hiiro !
hiiro has no idea what it is, but occasionally, he feels the intense urge to drape himself over you. and he doesn't really feel much shame about it, so you have to be ready for hiiro to ambush you in a hug at any moment. but a hug doesn't suffice sometimes. can he have a long hug?
you place the label on it—cuddles. hiiro wants cuddles, and he's a very demanding client. every day, in a certain time window depending on work hours, you can count on a clumsily typed "can i have the cuddle, please?" text to reach you. when rejected, he sulks but comes back to ask again eventually.
hiiro is warm. you guessed that passion really makes you warm—he's like a walking furnace. in summer, that might be a little unpleasant, but in colder times he's the perfect guy. so take your hiiro, wrap yourself in a blanket and you'll never get cold.
knock knock.
hiiro stood at your door, staring confidently into the peephole, a thick blanket thrown over his shoulder. by that, you already knew what he wanted approximately, and welcomed him in. he was a bit hasty. "what are you in a hurry for?"
"we missed three days.", he responded vaguely, arranging the blanket onto your bed.
"three days?"
"of cuddles."
you tried to hold back your laughter, pressing a hand over your mouth. he sounded aggressively dead-serious.
hiiro ungraciously throws himself on you every time. he lands on you like a limp noodle, snuggles into the juncture of your neck, and then falls asleep. holding you like you would hold a plush—laying sideways, one or both arms stound you. but he likes to encase you very much. <3 it makes him feel like he's keeping you safe.
he doesn't have a favorite spot, he likes to cuddle you everywhere. at home, in school, public spaces, he doesn't mind. but if you have a favorite spot, he'll gladly follow. at any time, too—you could probably send him a text at three in the morning, and he would be there two minutes after.
hiiro is a demanding lover when it comes to physical affection. it's assuring—when you hold him, he can feel your love up close, and he can share his with you. give him cuddles or he'll melt.
some characters are meant to be college boyfriends. some characters are meant to be husbands. some characters are meant to be strange men who you kiss in bars. some characters are meant to be rivals who you make out with after a fight. some characters are meant to be the guy you tell others not to worry about. some characters are meant to be pretty boys who are oblivious to your flirting. some characters are meant to be 250k slowburn childhood friends to lovers. some characters are just meant to be some guy.
It's not a secret that Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn't like babies.
Okay, wait.
It's not that he doesn't like babies themselves it's just that he doesn't like messes. Or germs. Or bodily fluids, especially when they're being uncontrollably ejected and he's in the splash zone subjected to the splatter against his will in a situation over which he has no control.
This could easily describe any of his three most chaotic teammates.
So it's not babies themselves, just... everything that inherently comes with them.
This doesn't make the two little lines, the positive result of the pregnancy test, any easier to accept.
You're waiting in the bathroom, leg bouncing uncontrollably as you chew on your fingernails staring at the stick.
Kiyoomi's going to be home soon.
You have to tell him.
You know that.
But still.
Doesn't make it this any easier.
You run your fingers through your hair taking repeated deep breaths as you sit on the edge of the tub and hear the call of your name down the hall. Your leg starts shaking even more. You can't answer.
Even as he calls out again, voice getting closer as he approaches the bathroom--you know he wants to shower after practice--you're too scared to reply.
There's a soft knock and he gently opens the door. When he sees you in this state through the crack he doesn't hesitate to open it all the way. His eyes scan the bathroom in quick assessment of the situation and you see the moment he sees it.
The little stick.
In the ziploc bag next to you.
"I'm so sorry Kiyoomi," you cry and the tears fall like they're bursting from a dam. "I know we've never talked about having kids and you're in the peak of your career and Olympic Tryouts are coming up soon and I-I..." Your words die out as you hiccup between sobs.
Gold and Black fills your vision. Kiyoomi's kneeling in front of you, pulling you into his arms to hug you with all the love he has.
"There is no reason to be sorry." His deep voice rumbles soothingly through his chest. It makes you sink into him, crying harder. "Why are you only thinking about me?"
"Wh-what?" You ask sniffling, pulling back only far enough to see his face. You can't tell what he's thinking yet.
He wipes your cheek, still holding you against him. "You're up for a promotion, too." His obsidian gaze is searching yours. "So why are you only thinking about me?" Understanding dawns on him. "You're worried I'll be upset?"
You nod, hiding your face as you cry again. He cradles the back of your head as he holds you against his chest.
"If I ask you something, will you promise to answer honestly? Even if you need time to think about it?" he quietly asks.
You nod.
"Do you want a child? Now?" There's a strange note of hesitation in his voice as it drops to a near-whisper. "With me?"
You know what he's thinking, how he's thinking of himself but the truth is already there inside of you.
"Yes," you whisper earnestly, honestly.
Nervously.
He hugs you just a little bit tighter, maybe from his own nerves, yet you hear the smile in his voice when he whispers back. "Okay then."
When Sakusa steps out onto the Olympic court he doesn't care the whole world is watching. His whole world is up in the stands: you and the curly-haired toddler. Wearing his number. Cheering for him.
Next door neighbor Sakusa who moved in at the same time as you, but also had twice as many boxes despite your apartments being nearly identical. Who seems to have never really finished moving; always redecorating, moving new furniture in and old out.
Who’s first thing that caught your eye was his head of soft curls, giving contrast to his face in a way that was an exclamation point to his handsomeness. Who had you spellbound from the get-go, like a first impression captured in high definition and etched into your soul.
Who’s voice is as sweet and soothing as honey, entirely catching you off guard the first time you hear it and making your body flush warm, painting the world in hues of amber.
Who greets you in the hallways by wordlessly nodding, eyes slightly narrowing, indicative of the smile hidden underneath his black face mask. Every time, it leaves you selfishly wishing he would take it off just once, wondering just how his smile looks like without it.
Who’s cologne is subtle but noticeable, immediately catching in your nose and transporting you to a field of daydreams. It had you deepening your breath to take in more and holding it for a bit longer, not wanting to let go.
Who always orders stuff and is never home, packages piling up in your corridor and you’re not sure if he’s either really busy or just forgot about them because he never comes to pick them up.
Who is perceived as “odd” by most people in your apartment complex for his rather closed-off nature and who you find yourself defending almost naturally because there’s nothing wrong with preferring solitude.
Who has a fixed schedule and dislikes breaking with it because he is fond of everything organized. You immediately notice when he is running late in the morning, his usually perfectly neat curls slightly disheveled from getting up in a rush, traces of sleep still clinging onto him, apparent in the way he is zipping his jacket only after he’s out of the door and turning the key in the wrong direction trying to lock his door.
Who takes long showers at the exact same time you are. You can hear the water running through the pipes in your own bathroom because it is just opposite of his, smiling to yourself every time, wondering if he notices you too and if he finds just as much comfort in your little “ritual” as you do. (He does.)
Who initially didn’t want to go to the street festival down the block but changed his mind to help you decorate the place, not leaving your side even when you assured him that it was fine and that he had helped enough already. Who, when you were looking for a more tranquil place away from the bustle in an attempt to bring him a sense of comfort because you knew this wasn’t where he preferred to be, ended up talking to you until the night swallowed the colors of the day and the world started quietening around you.
Next door neighbor Sakusa who is easier to approach than one would think if only you give him space to make the choice to approach you too. Who is easily categorized as invariably indrawn and cold, although the truth is that he just shows fondness in a way that is unconventional to many.
you call him over the phone, crying into your arm while you hear the dialing sound. sniffles filled your room, tears dripping onto the table and wetting your sleeves.
“{name}?”
you couldn’t even say anything, sobbing even harder when you hear the concern in his voice.
“{name}? are you okay?”
panic. he was panicking now.
“c-can you tell me something?”
“anything darling,” he reassures you. “anything and everything.”
“do you love me?”
to be truthful, a part of you has been hurting from the comments of others lately. people have been bringing you down, calling you hurtful names and writing you harmful messages. they told you no one loved you, that no one would give a shit about you. a part of you wondered if he loved you too, that even though you were rethinking your relationships with everyone you knew, he’d be real and stay by your side. would he? would he be able to? your heart begged him, hoping that he’d tell you he’d stay.
but, he hung up.
he hung up on you, the hangup sound making you drop your phone on the table. for a moment, you felt your heart break. tears cascaded down your cheeks, hands cupping your face while you cried. you sobbed into your hands, hoping that maybe somehow this was all some sick joke.
after what felt like hours — which was only 10 minutes at most — you heard the doorbell. you wiped your tears as much as possible, blowing your nose with a tissue and clearing your throat.
“yes?”
when you opened the door, you saw him standing there. a plushie was in one hand, your favorite food in his other hand. he had a small smile on his face, wearing a wrinkled hoodie and sweatpants that you could tell he threw on in a hurry.
kazuha, xiao, albedo, gorou, heizou, scara & zhongli comfort you during an anxiety / panic attack. short headcanons.
gn! reader
genre: hurt / comfort
warnings: implied anxiety / panic attack, self indulgent bc i’m not having the best time rn. first time writing for so many characters, challenging myself to get out of my comfort zone, feedback appreciated. scara’s part is suggestive bc yeah hori is like that and spoilers for his real name. i hope this can comfort someone or that you guys enjoy <3 (also no headers this time bc there would be too many).
kazuha
“a soothing breeze, he who makes your pain fly far away.”
if someone is good at comfort from all of these guys, that’s kazuha. you don’t even need to show in any way you’re not feeling good, your posture and the way you carry yourself today are enough for the wandering samurai to notice something’s not right. for all the flowers that usually come out of his mouth, kazuha is silent now, just taking your hands in his and sqeezing them reassuringly, to wrap his arms around you afterwards, your head buried in the crook of his neck, his soft hair of moonlight tickling you. his touch is delicate, yet warm at the same time, a sunny autumn afternoon, in which the songbird carried by the wind and the red leaves calm one’s heart, happy memories from a time long past finding their way inside of it.
xiao
“a guardian angel, the wings that carry you out of the abyss.”
xiao may not be the first to pick up on your feelings right away, but when your hold around him is more tight, your trembling evident, he’s willing to fight heaven and hell for your sake. don’t expect xiao’s comfort to come in the form of spoken words, instead he holds you against his chest like his life depended on it, which quite literally does, for you are his light and he could not stand to see your shine dim; so the vigilant yaksha holds you, one arm around your shoulders, his other hand on your hair. he knows your strength, but when the weight of the darkness is too much, he’ll be there to spirit all your demons away, enveloping you in the light he himself carries inside, your sun in the storm.
albedo
“blossoming flowers in a bed of snow, solid ground amidst an icy ocean.”
aloof as he may seem, don’t be fooled: albedo is very observant, so it’s only natural he recognizes every tell of yours; it could be as simple as a slight change in the lilt in your voice, how it sounds a bit smaller and strained, which confirms his hypothesis regarding your state. when this happens, his research suddenly is put on hold, albedo’s arms hugging you from behind, his face close to yours. and because he is no expert in the topic of comforting phrases, he’ll just settle for talking to you about all the wonders and mysteries yet undiscovered in this world, his soft voice calming you, the steady beat of his heart, your anchor.
gorou
“the sweetness of your favorite dessert after a long day, butterflies fluttering in the spring sunshine rays.”
the one who shows his worry the most of them all, expression concerned, his ears downwards, tail waging nervously. but as the warrior he is, gorou knows he must stay strong for you. so he does what always cheers him up in his down days: he will get your favorite snack for you, or even attempt to make it himself. even if it’s not perfect, his good intentions and kind heart would be enough to turn the tides in a lost battle. he sits beside you, hugging you from the side, guiding your head to his shoulder, his tail between you two, caressing your skin whenever he moves it, soft and warm, much like his heart, loyal, forever with you.
heizou
“a whirlwind, a hurricane that washes away your gray clouds.”
picks up on your own emotions before you’ve had the time to figure out why you’re not feeling like yourself. heizou’s plan will be to get you out of your mind. cheeky as he is, he will start peppering your face with kisses, teasing near your lips every now and then, not giving up until he sees the smile he fell in love with light up your face again. he may have solved many cases, but his detective mind is now solely and completely focused on you, on bringing back your contagious laughter that makes his heart pick up peace, its beating betraying his playful tongue.
scaramouche
“the thunderstorm that tears apart all that dares to hurt you.”
if there is one thing scara absolutely cannot tolerate is having to see the only one he cares about and loves in pain. he simply won’t allow it, not while he’s yours and you are his, which is to say, until his last breath. when he sees the one who makes him feel alive, the one who makes him feel truly human, reduced to shivers and choked back sobs, his only goal in mind will be making you forget, your mind focused fully on him. so scara will start kissing the sensitive spots of your neck, he knows them by heart, leaving the occasional mark. for once, kunikuzushi doesn’t care about the crimson blush spreading over the moonstone of his usually cold facade, not until he hears your breath hitch in pleasure and your little moans.
zhongli
“your shield in a meteor rain, the one who will always dry your tears.”
zhongli’s warm and comforting presence is enough for you to let your guard down, raw emotion coming out of you in waves of crystalline tears, akin to the dew of dawn over glaze lilies, but the ex-geo archon could never consider them beautiful, not when they mean your heart is heavy with the burdens weighting your spirit down. so he wipes them away, his nimble fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks, strong arms around your form, making you impervious to the horrors trying to latch into your soul.
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sakusa kiyoomi is the man you want to bring to your family reunion.
everyone is immediately awestruck and lowkey falling in love with this tall, handsome, dark-haired professional athlete you’ve brought with you. all your aunts will be gushing over him, telling him just that — that he’s so tall and so good-looking — while their own husbands stand next to them unamused. of course, your cousins won’t admit they’re just the tiniest bit jealous, but you catch them sneaking a glance at your boyfriend every few minutes or so and whispering to each other, and you make sure to stick by his side throughout the event, with your arm looped around his or his hand loosely around your waist for most of the night. a few snarkier ones will half-jokingly mention “how lucky you are” or “how did you manage to get him?”, to which kiyoomi is always quick to deny, firmly stating how he’s the one who is fortunate to be with you. it always manages to leave them speechless.
and everyone is amazed by his manners and character. sure, he’s quiet and mostly speaks only when he’s spoken to or chiming in conversations every once in a while, but his tone is always polite and respectful even when your relatives are bombarding him with questions about himself or his job. he’s not the most outwardly extroverted person, but anyone will agree he has a charm of his own, a mysteriously charismatic aura that draws them in and leaves them wanting more. not to mention, how attentive he is towards you throughout the night, asking if you’d like more food or drinks, holding your purse whenever you need him to, even guiding you to an empty seat when your feet start to hurt. your parents only smile and agree whenever someone says how great of a son-in-law he would be and asks when they’re getting a wedding invite.
halfway through the reunion, you pull him to a quiet corner to check in on him. “it’s been kinda hectic, huh?” you ask sheepishly, “sorry if it’s a lot, omi. we can leave early if you’re getting tired.”
kiyoomi shakes his head and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “everyone’s been lovely. mostly,” he says, smiling at the small chuckle that escapes you at his addition. “but i’m okay, love.” his eyes briefly scan the room to make sure no one is watching before he leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. “as long as i have you by my side.”
THEMES. hurt; some of them are crack/fluff, some angst; a few arguments; reader is jealous and petty? Maybe, maybe not; a bit implied cheating on some; reader is kinda tipsy at kaeya’s part (i swear he’s the only one that has fluff)
NOTES. This is actually a request I received and it was specifically for lumine, so i made it that way. Also, i found it difficult to write dain for this for some reason so im sorry if he’s not included in this one.
It was difficult to doubt ZHONGLI at first. Your trust in him was beyond anyone else, to be quite frank. There was no other reason for you to feel or think otherwise, after all.
Rex Lapis’ death greatly affected the citizens of Liyue, and probably much more with the Funeral House that your lover was working at. You did not mind, as it was his work, after all. Even if it was at the expense of your daily tea-times, or even suppers. You could not even figure out if he had gone home last night if it were not for the soft thud of the door that had woken you up by the morning. You assumed that it was him, already ready for work and walking out so early, but it was unusual nonetheless. He never went to work unless he had woken you up first.
And that was when you saw it. He was giving a Glazed Lily to someone else, and it was a traveler.
Ugh! I can just imagine him being all shy and fetching his child so that I can see you!
Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her) ft. Junior Sakusa!
Genre: fluff!
Warning (s): none!
Enjoy!
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Sakusa recently moved into a new neighbourhood after the nasty divorce with his ex-wife.
Luckily, he got full custody of his young son, Roku, the most important.
Since he moved, he had to enrol Roku into a new kindergarten, and there was no time to hire a new nanny for him.
Because he recently became a single father, the kindergarten principal understood his situation and allowed his son to stay until the kindergarten closed.
And on the first day of school, Roku instantly got attached to one teacher, you.
Roku never left your side and disliked interacting with any other teachers.
When his nanny comes and picks him up, you were busy tidying up the classrooms.
There was a day when the nanny was not available, and Sakusa was late too, so you stayed behind after opening hours and waited with Roku.
Sakusa was still in his jersey, straight from his game.
He thought he would find his son whining and crying, but instead, Roku was laughing and playing around with you.
Oh boy, he might have a crush on you already. Seeing how his son interacts with you and your smile made his heart swoon.
After that encounter with you, he started going to the kindergarten to pick his son up and hopefully see you too.
But he didn't get too.
So he had to ask his son about it.
"Roku, do you like your new school?" He shook his head then nods his head.
Sakusa pats the little boy on his head and carried him onto the kitchen counter.
"What do you not like about the new school?" He asked gently, knowing his son's personality.
"Too...many people. No like. y/n sensei, like." When Roku mentions your name, his eyes instantly light up and shows a little shy smile.
Now, he really wants to get a coffee with you and get to know you.
"Hmm, do you want papa to get close with y/n sensei?" Hearing that his father wants to get close to you, Roku interprets it as Sakusa was going to steal you away from him.
His big round eyes tear up and start bawling his eyes out.
"Roku, why are you crying? Did you not like it when I want to get close to your teacher?" Sakusa carries his crying son in his arms.
Roku nods his head and wipes his snot on his father's shirt.
"Don't take y/n sensei away from me!" He whines and starts to calm down after Sakusa rocks him in his arms.
"Fine, I won't. I'm not going to anyways. Papa is just curious as to who is the teacher that gets along with Roku. Let's get you to sleep." He pats the little boy on the back and brings him to his room.
---
Recently, Sakusa has been dropping off his son at his school just so he could catch a glimpse of you, or if he’s lucky, he could squeeze in a little conversation with you. Sakusa was trying his best to catch your attention.
But alas, you treated him with professionalism and took great care of Roku.
Even your colleagues noticed how Sakusa have been dropping Roku off early when you are on door duty and picking Roku up earlier so you can go home earlier.
It’s all the small details that you missed.
Even if you are attracted to him, dating your student’s parent is a massive No to your career.
“Mama~!” Roku wailed after another student pushed him, and you noticed he injured his knees and elbow.
The other teachers were already pulling the other kids to the other side, and you ran towards Roku first.
His tiny hands clenched into fists as he leaned against your chest as you carried him towards the infirmary.
“Roku, this will hurt a lot, but it’s needed. Sensei will be gentle, okay?”
He took a deep breath as you cleaned his wounds with care and gentleness. You tried to be quick and careful of his injuries to prevent any infections. Now, there are a bunch of calls that you have to make.
But before that, you need to hear from Roku first.
“Roku-kun, can you tell sensei how you got into a fight with your friends? Did they say anything?” He gingerly climbs into your lap, and you wrap your arms around him carefully.
“Mama. They said I don’t have a mama, And they started to push me around….”
Kids are brutal.
“Okay, I will call your dad to come and pick you up early.” You got up to get one of your colleagues to call for his father, but Roku holds on to your shirt and his big doe eyes well up with tears.
“Don’t go….”
It was as if any moment that you were nearing the door, he would burst out in tears.
“Okay, Roku. Don’t cry. I’ll stay here with you. Let's wait here until your papa comes, okay?”
Sakusa was the last to arrive, and when he did, his icy and quiet demeanour intimidated the other parents.
Before his arrival, they were badmouthing how a single dad like him could bring up a child properly. You covered Roku’s ears and were ready to shut their mouths down, but Sakusa arrived.
His presence immediately shuts the parents of the kids that injured his son.
“I just need an apology from both the parents and kids.” He said and brought Roku outside of the office.
They were about to retort, but you butt in.
“Your kids came out unharmed but look at Roku. He skinned his knees and elbow. Do you have anything else to say?”
Jaws dropped, both the parents and your colleagues. You were known to be polite and soft-spoken; for you to get angry and talk back to the students’ parents was a first.
“Sakusa-san! On behalf of the academy, I apologise for letting this happen and getting Roku injured.” You apologised with a deep bow.
“You don’t have to apologise. I expect one from their parents and the kids themselves. Besides, Roku also agrees with me, right?” The little boy in his father’s arms nodded his head.
“Alright, Roku, rest well at home. Sensei will see you tomorrow!” You gently ruffled his head and were about to head in back, but he called for you.
Roku limped towards you, and you squat down to his height.
“Thank you, mama! Papa has a crush on you!” He whispered the last part.
Your cheeks turned bright red, and you ran back into the school.
Sakusa was slightly confused by your actions.
“Roku, what did you tell your sensei? Why did you call your teacher ‘mama’?” He held Roku in his arms again as they walked toward his car.
“Secret, cannot tell. Hehehe!”
Kids and their secrets. Sakusa shakes his head in disbelief and buckles Roku into the child seat.
This has been put off for a long time but there will be a second part! I don't know when that's going to come out but there will be one. Hope you guys are doing fine and I am still struggling to use the wonky editor.
being mistaken for a married couple [genshin men] pt.3
itto, kazuha, xiao
these are getting so much unexpected love thank you all so much <333
Arataki Itto
“A new member?” you blink at the clearly flustered man standing before you with your partner’s arm swung around him–just his bicep being nearly the size of his head. However, you smile, setting down your pan onto the stove. “Well, welcome. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“No, it’s my pleasure to meet you. Boss talks of you highly very often, so it’s great to finally see you in person!” he manages to which Itto nods aggressively, just as his eyes trail to the pot on the stove.
“Soup?” Itto inquires.
“Ah, well, Thoma dropped it off a while ago, so I thought I could heat it up for everyone. I added a couple things like he told me to, but I’m not sure.”
“It smells delicious,” the new member says, and Itto laughs fullheartedly.
“As expected of my one and only partner! They’re the best there is, so it’s great on the rare occasion I get to try their cooking,” he beams. Before you insist that it’s barely you’re doing and it’s more so Thoma’s, the new member’s face wavers in surprise. “Oh, do you two not live together?”
“Huh? Whaddya mean?”
“Well, I was under the impression you two were married.”
Immediately, you feel your grip loosen on the spoon you’re holding, barely managing to tighten it again just before it falls out of your hands. Itto, on the other hand, just stares at him blankly, still holding that dumb smile on his face. The recruit shakes his head profusely. “I’m sorry, boss, I just see you two together all the time so I naturally thought-”
“It’s fine!” you clear your throat. “How about you go ahead and wait with the others outside? We’ll get the soup out in a minute.”
And the moment he’s gone, you snap back towards Itto where you’re expecting him to be completely unfazed as per his usual socially unaware self. However, you’re taken aback as you see his face glow pink–nearly the shade of his horns as he forces his eyes to the side with a bashful look painted on his face. Immediately, your eyes blink wide. “Itto, are you okay?”
“Me? Of course, I’m a-okay, just fine and dandy actually! Feeling greater than ever! Wouldn’t expect any less of the great Arataki Itto, right?” he smiles, albeit in a flustered way. Softly, you smile back.
Reaching to cup his face, you grin happily. “Do you really like my cooking that much?”
“O-Of course!”
“Well, now you know a way to have it more often, right?”
With that simple statement, he smiles widely and puts his large hands atop of yours. “You’re right. I should make it official before anyone else gets it wrong again.”
Kaedehara Kazuha
“What’s that?”
“Oh this?” you raise your fingers. “It’s a flower Kazuha gave me. I thought it looked beautiful so I tied it into a ring.”
“I didn’t know you had such an impressive talent. You learn something new everyday,” he shrugs from beside you, opting to sit on the edge of the Crux with his legs dangling off the side whereas you lean against the railing.
“Yeah, it really is cute. Kid picked a good one,” Beidou then releases a hefty laugh. “And here I thought you finally grew the nerve to propose.”
At this, your face heats–even more so when you notice the slightest of red tinting Kazuha’s cheeks as he squints. “It would…be improper to propose with just a flower.”
“Well am I glad you’re aware,” she snickers.
So he wasn’t completely denying it, your mind screamed at you, the words pounding in your chest. You stare down at your flowered hand, not bothering to look up when a Crux member calls for Beidou who rushes to the opposite side of the boat after landing a slap on Kazuha’s back.
Silence overwhelmes the two of you. Though the two of you never struggle in these moments in your relationship, preferring to bask in each other’s presence and warmth, this is different. With the lingering atmosphere of unspoken words, you curse yourself for not being able to think of anything to say. It’s even worse when you realize this struggle is one sided, as he appears to be completely at ease as he listens to the sound of the sea.
You only look up when you see bandaged hand fall on top of yours a few silent moments later.
“When I ask you,” he smiles softly in the way that makes you melt under his gaze. “I’d like to do it with something that has meaning to us. Rather than just something I find lying around in a store, I want it to show you how much I love you.”
You splutter to find your voice and he laughs quietly, squeezing your hand. “So until then–until I find something worthy of your finger–I hope you’re alright with having all of me and my adoration. I know it doesn’t compare to that of an expensive ring right now, but-”
“I’ll wait forever,” you shake your head. “I don’t need a ring if I have you.”
He plants a kiss on your forehead, gazing at you lovingly as you beam. “Trust me, I’ll get the most beautiful one in the world for you.”
Xiao
“Rumors?” he frowns. He never understood why humans spent so much time with such useless activities with how short their life spans were. And while he originally did not give them much mind, now you were in his life–a human with a short lifespan who he did not want wasting any time with insignificant information.
“Apparently, there’s been a couple where people think I’m a new adeptus,” you stifle a laugh at the bizarre idea. “Since I’m around you so often, they think I’m your partner–more of a spouse.”
He’s aware that he’s not as affectionate as other mortals are in a relationship. He tries, he really does, but it never come easily to him and your patience with him amazes him. Yet hearing that at least outsiders might be able to see the endearment he holds for you relaxes his shoulders unbeknownst to him. However, far too lost in thought, you take his silence and usual scowl negatively.
“Yeah, maybe I should let them know these rumors are inaccurate,” you mumble mostly to yourself. “I know you don’t like when other people get involved with us, so I’ll-”
“It doesn’t matter what other people think, to me,” he suddenly teleports closer to you to which you jolt in surprise, but remain seated nonetheless. “You’re free to tell them if you wish, but I don’t–it–it doesn’t bother me.” He pauses, his stomach twisting. “Unless..it bothers you to be known as my partner.”
It’s his turn to jolt when you grab both his hands in yours, shaking your head frantically. “No, I’d never–of course it doesn’t bother me! Being with you is something I hold with pride!”
Xiao opens his mouth but nothing comes out as his brows furrow and his eyes waver. His hands tighten around yours as a silent message, making you smile. “And I–too…”
He doesn’t need to finish his sentence because you tackle him into an embrace that he finds himself melting into. And as always, the scent of you puts him at ease.
Hii can i request streamer Childe,Xiao,Kaeya,Kazuha x online friend!reader?(separate) Like sometimes reader streams with them and LITERALLY his fans can tell that he's inlove with reader.💞
I can already imagine those ship edits on tiktok...👀🍵
Hello, I'm sorry it took so long to get to this- I hope you like it (also added Scara<3) now for streamer duos<3
Streamlined
Streamer au! Ft. Childe, Xiao, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche
Childe:
Often streams your co-op for the sheer chaotic energy of it
Tries his best to be family friendly which results in very amusing variations of swearing from him or you jabbing him in the gut when he's about to curse
“You’re so mean to me, comrade. What happened to me being your favourite person? Look at how you wound me.”
He gets insufferable, clinging to your arm and resting his chin on your shoulder
He’s disgustingly affectionate even on camera
“Why do I play this character so often? Well obviously because y/n thinks they’re hot and this’ll make them associate being hot with me therefore they’ll think I’m hot.”
He sounds so sure of himself, people just roll with it because it’s hilarious to see him try
The most popular streams are the ones where Teucer crashes because it looks like a cute lil family all gaming together
Xiao:
Surprisingly calm
Has a tendency to go quiet when he's focused on the game, so that's when he thought it'd be a good idea to have you narrate for him
Sometimes Zhongli or Ganyu brings in some cut fruit for you two
Funnily enough, neither of you would remember to eat the fruit on your own, but somehow manage to remember to feed the other bites of fruit to make sure they're hydrated
Cue those compilation videos "Take a shot every time Xiao and Y/n feed each other"
Please don't actually take those shots, you will die from alcohol poisoning
Xiao honestly highkey gives off gamer boyfriend energy, and people probably would've assumed you were already dating when you started streaming together
They only realised you were both dense idiots when someone light-heartedly commented that it's a shame both of you were taken and you two looked confused
Kaeya:
Calm on the surface, is actually worse than Childe
Family friendly? Nahhhh, he said he'd try at first but the moment he teams up with Rosaria, the innuendos and swearing never end, as much as you try to censor it
Nowhere nearly as shameless either, but viewers still somehow notice his hand creeping across the desk to hold yours
Has the not so subtle "please date me" eyes when he looks at you and it's now a meme
"Get someone who looks at you the way Kaeya looks at y/n," Kaeya chuckles as his eyes flicker between his twitch chat and his game. "So who'll look at me that way?"
*Shocked Kaeya face* when someone replies no one because he'll be the one doing the wistful, longing stares
He is hurted /lh
"Y/n my dear, my darling, the twitch chat has spoken and they've said you should date me"
"Isn't this the same chat that said you should dye your hair pink?"
He's never recovering from that one
He does light up when you ruffle his hair though
Something his viewers pick up almost immediately (they're bloodhounds, I tell ya)
Kazuha:
The true comfort streamer
He just has such a gentle, soothing voice
And it's hilarious because he keeps that calm smile and tone even when the scenes get vicious
He tends to finish your sentences for you when you stream together
Lastly when you trail off at the thought of how dark the lore is
"Wait so that means we'll have to..."
"Sacrifice the children, start an uprising, and ultimately overthrow the king to take his loot for ourselves<3"
He scares everyone at times
It's so easy to forget he says things like that when he takes your hands in his and comforts you when you get spooked by some horror games
"Is my maple alright? Of course you are, what could touch you when I'm here?" he says as he kisses the back of your hand
Scaramouche:
Bastard. Why are you even friends with him
His snide comments about enemy mobs or rival players are always hilarious, and he has the best insults
Surprisingly doesn't swear as much as you'd expect him to when trash talking
"Oh you think you're so clever~ I don't want to hear that from someone who looks like they pulled their nose from a dying giraffe's tongue, you lemur-faced buffalo wing."
Does, however, swear extremely frequently on a regular basis
"Scara's 'what the fuck' count exceeds 500 per week not clickbait!!!"
Even you aren't exempt from his snarkiness and people wonder why you're friends with him
Until they notice how his insults towards you aren't exactly mean
Also he tends to cuss in his insults only when he's not serious so "You're so fucking stupid" roughly translates to "You're my favourite idiot"
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