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HEY, PREZ - ZHONGLI X FEM!READER label:: fluff warnings:: n/a description:: in which the eleventh harbinger falls for his comrade's personal maid extra:: modern au ,, usa based high school :: MOVED FROM WATTPAD :: "hey, (y/n)!" a voice called from down the hallway. the (h/c) haired girl's head shot up and she noticed a certain tall ginger waving at her. she wove through the crowd of 14 to 18-year-olds to make her way to the boy. he patted her shoulder when she got to him and grinned. "come with me to see the student council prez!" tartaglia chirped. "no," (y/n) curtly replied, walking away from him and down the stairs to eat lunch. "aw, c'mon, (y/n)," he whined, following her. "you don't have anything better to do! and you can't deny it!" she ignored him and tartaglia thought of a way to persuade her. "you have no one else to eat lunch with, though." he pointed out. she stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to tartaglia. "fine, i'll come with you. i'm not hungry anyway." "attagirl," tartaglia said. "but eat something when we get to the student council room at least. they have snacks there." "maybe." tartaglia led you to the student council's office with fire in his cobalt blue eyes. standing in front of the door, he inhaled and sharply exhaled before kicking the door open. (it was open the slightest bit...) three startled girls, which (y/n) remembered were seniors like her and tartaglia, sat at a round table, each with a stack of papers in front of them. "i'm looking for the president," tartaglia announced. a purple-haired girl stood up and walked over to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "listen," she started, "you don't just kick the door down and demand to see the president. he's busy, you know? he's got his own life." "he has been missing for some time now, though," a blue-haired girl spoke up. the pink-haired girl next to her nodded in agreement. as if on cue, a door in the back of the room opened and a tall boy with a white polo, brown dress pants, and long dark brown ponytail walked through the door, a strangely shaped bag in his hands. "where have you been?" the purple-haired girl asked, glaring daggers at him. he set the bag down on the table and sat down on the side opposite the three girls. (y/n) could then see that the hair at the bottom of his ponytail was orange. he was quite handsome and a smile would probably leave (y/n) a blushing mess. "i was getting food with my good friends venti and baal," he started explaining, "and then got caught up by a crowd of needy, loud girls." "ah, zhongli!" tartaglia breathed. "do you know where i can find the student council president?" "right here?" zhongli questioned, not quite understanding tartaglia. "i am he." "oh... OH." tartaglia removed the purple-haired girl's hand from his shirt and stomped over to zhongli. "i, tartaglia, am the captain of the volleyball team and we-" "i am well aware you are in dire need of new volleyballs," zhongli interrupted. "yea, so do something about it. please." "well, i can help you but i am afraid i will have to ask for something in return." "shoot me with it." "pardon?" (y/n) giggled a bit at zhongli's formalness and quickly composed herself when she saw the purple-haired girl glance at her. "keep going," tartaglia said, glancing at (y/n), too. "i need you to find someone that can help out with flyers, posters, and advertisements. basically, a designer," zhongli said. tartaglia scoffed. "easy, take (y/n). she's good at that stuff." "m-me?!" she exclaimed, very confused since she had just been paying attention to zhongli's handsome features. "ah, she should do fine," zhongli said, nodding. "i believe she won the school art contest last year, correct?" (y/n) nodded, her face becoming slightly red because of the handsome boy complimenting her. "can we ask you to be here today after school then, (y/n)?" zhongli asked. "tomorrow if it's an inconvience." "no no, today's fine!" (y/n) said, waving her hands in front of her face and shaking her head rapidly. she looked into zhongli's eyes and

grinned. "i'd love to come today!" tartaglia just grinned at his best friend's unusualy behavior. he'd have to mention it to her later. "then i think we're done here, (y/n)," he said. "let's go! see you later, prez!" tartaglia smiled and waved to zhongli and the three girls with one hand and dragged the grinning (y/n) along with the other. ----- annoying bsf

annoying bsf hey what was that earlier lol

y/n wdym?

annoying bsf the whole "oh yes prez id love to come and help" and the endless smiling and grinning

y/n i did nothing of the sort

annoying bsf ha surrreee seems like u got a little love at first sight crush on mr student council prez zhongli hehe

y/n do not

annoying bsf do too

y/n do NOT

annoying bsf sURREe i'll help u if u need advice y/n

i said i dont like him

i just met him

plus hes WAAY outta my league

annoying bsf nah if anything

hes perfect for u 😁

(y/n) and zhongli siitiiin in a treeee 🌲 k i s s i n g 😚❤🥰

y/n

im blocking you

annoying bsf IM SORRY

y/n

better be

annoying bsf pls dont block me? y/n

fine

but give it up

annoying bsf mmmm maybe

y/n

3 2

annoying bsf INNEF

FINE

I GIVE IT ALL UP

INCLUDIGN MY FIGURINSE

i cant spell damn

y/n go back to kindergarten

annoying bsf come with me?

y/n no

annoying bsf im gonna go sit in the corner and cry

y/n ok have fun bud

night

annoying bsf good night!! 😘 read i hate you read ----- for the past few weeks, (y/n) had gotten used to staying after school every day to help with student council and got to know the members pretty well. keqing, the girl with purple hair, had officially named (y/n) the designer of the student council flyers, banners, advertisements, etc. zhongli, the president, had gotten quite comfortable with (y/n) around and (y/n) wouldn't lie if she said she had a small crush on him. okay, maybe a big one. it wasn't her fault that zhongli would lean his shoulder against hers when he was looking at something she was doing. it also wasnt her fault that zhongli liked to put his head on her shoulder and, damn, his hair smelled good. she was packing up her belongings one february day after school and handsome zhongli approached her. "hey, prez, what's up?" she asked, putting her (f/c) binder, reserved for her student council duties, in her bag. "keqing and ganyu informed me that i should ask you on a date," he said, his facial expression not changing at all. "um, repeat please?" the (h/c) haired girl asked, not sure if she heard zhongli right. "will you go on a date with me?" he asked. keqing and ganyu, who were standing in the back of the room, were quietly hoping their efforts to get zhongli to ask (y/n) out were not for nothing. "sure," she answered, a blush growing on her face along with a smile. "i'd love to." oh, they certainly started going out after that, much to keqing, ganyu, and tartaglia's pleasure.

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DID YOU KNOW? - CHILDE X FEM!READER

label:: fluff warnings:: smut implied description:: in which the eleventh harbinger falls for his comrade's personal maid :: MOVED FROM WATTPAD :: there you were. on his bed, you sitting on his lap and his hands tangled in your (h/c) hair. the cold sweat that had been gathering on your forehead had vanished when he gently grabbed your chin and pecked the side of your mouth. that led to a full makeout session with his tongue reaching everywhere in your mouth, leaving no spot untouched. it never went pass making out since nothing was really happening between the two of you. "(y/n)," he panted as he pulled away. "i want yo-" bam the door was kicked down, causing the two of you to jump, and a short man with a large hat stood at the doorway, looking rather embarrassed after seeing the two of you on his coworker's bed. "signora's calling you, moron!" scaramouche yelled at childe. he stomped off and left the two of you alone. childe sighed and combed his hand through his ginger hair. "guess i better go see why i'm needed," he said, starting to rise from the bed. "we'll finish later, princess." with that, he stood up and walked toward the door, waving to you as he walked out. you watched as the man you loved left. sighing, you left his room and went to your room in the servants' quarters with many thoughts in your head. no one, except a close friend, knew about your relationship with the 11th harbinger, so now what was going to happen since scaramouche saw you? should you even call it a relationship? for all you knew, you thought childe was just using you for his own pleasure. you didn't mind at all since you loved him. "ah, (y/n)!" one of the maids called out. you turned to her. "marin," you greeted. she was the only other maid you acknowledged since she was, besides scaramouche, your close friend who you'd grown up with and the only one who knew about you and childe. she always insisted childe loved you when you complained but you knew better. "were you just with master childe?" she asked, walking along with you to your room. "mhm," you replied. "miss signora called upon him so he had to leave. i hope he realizes i went back to my room." "ah, don't worry," marin reassured you. "he may be worried for a bit, but he'll come looking for you." "don't think so," you sighed. "he only sees me as a doll to play with. nothing more, nothing less." "(y/n), i keep telling you that's not the case!" she stopped walking and stared as you kept going. "as his personal maid, i know he isn't the type of person to do such a thing!" "even if you're his personal maid, it doesn't mean you know all about him, marin." you turned to your left and put your hand on the doorknob of your room. you turned to your friend. "good night, marin." you entered your room and locked the door behind you. you untied your apron and took it off, placing it on your small table. the dress came next and then your socks. walking over to your closet, you grabbed your nightgown and pulled it over your head. sitting at your desk, you folded your clothes and grabbed your hairbrush. you brushed it gently, trying not to yank it too hard. when you finished, you put the brush away and stared at your reflection. "he can't possibly love me," you convinced yourself before standing up and moving to your bed. you read a few chapters of your book and then put it away. you extinguished the flame in your lamp and closed your eyes, thoughts of childe in your head. ----- his eyes were a beautiful shade of cobalt that shimmered under artificial light but not under the sun. that was an observation you had made the first time you and childe set eyes on each other. the ginger had bumped into you by accident (was it really?) while you were carrying a load of scaramouche's clean laundry back to his room since you were scaramouche's personal maid. you had dropped everything and childe, being sorry for making you drop everything, picked it all up and accompanied you to scaramouche's room so you didn't drop any more laundry, even if that was completely his fault. after

you had delivered the laundry, childe told you, "you're cute and seem around my age, wanna hang out sometime?" you had nodded without thinking of what the consequences were. the two of you had begun being intimate with each other when he brought up a completely random subject while you were reading in the library on a trip to mondstadt that you had to go to since scaramouche also had to go. "have you ever kissed anyone before?" childe asked. he was bent over, his head on your shoulder. it looked like a very uncomfortable position to be in, too. "no, why?" you had asked him, not looking up from your book. "have you?" "i know this'll be a surprise to you, (y/n), but no." "okay." "wanna try?" you slowly turned your head and stared at him in disbelief. "are you serious?" "yep. let's do it, (y/n)." "give me one reason why." the ginger took a bit before responding to your demand. "because i'll make sure you won't have to be scaramouche's personal maid for much longer." "that sounds..." "like a deal?" "yea, sure." he smiled like a kid and brought his face closer to yours. he put his gloved hand against your cheek and pulled you closer to him. his lips met your soft ones and he kept them there for a bit. slowly, he pulled away, his face a bright red, yours still the same color as normal. "that was rather pleasant," you confessed to him. "o-oh, well we could do it more, if you'd like," childe suggested. you thought it over a bit. "i would like that." that was when you started falling in love with him. ----- rumors were spread through the maids after childe had kissed you in the library. most were jealous and others spiteful toward you. all except your faithful friend, marin. "so, (y/n), what's up with you and master childe?" she asked you one day. your face turned cherry red before you answered. "he just wanted to be friends." "then what's all this talk about you and master childe making out every day?" "t-that's not what's happening," you lied, your face burning up. "i see that!" marin laughed. "don't worry, your secret's safe with me!" you smiled at her. "thanks." "no problem. now, are you two dating?" her questions were endless but you loved your friend all the same. ----- when childe called you to his room the next day, the air felt different. it felt heavy and something was clearly wrong. "(y/n), lock the door and come sit with me," he commanded, not looking at you, and patting the spot to his right. you did as he said and quickly went over to him and sat down. the next thing you knew, you were laying down on the bed and childe was on top of you. "m-master childe?" grabbing your hands to keep them in place, he bent his head down and kissed you with a force he had never kissed you with before. it seemed there was an unusual passion in his kiss, too. panting heavier than usual, he pulled away and laid himself on top of you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "master childe, are you alright?" you asked him. he picked himself up and stared into your eyes. "i want you as mine. forever." "what?" he sat up, helping you sit up as well. combing his hand through his hair, he said. "i fucking love you, (y/n)." "y-you do?!" "mhm. if you don't love me, well, that's understandable. when i bumped into you that one day, that was on purpose. i'd been admiring you from afar and my personal maid, marin, said that i should talk to you because she was tired of hearing me tell her how fucking beautiful and amazing you were." "getting master scaramouche's clothes dirty again was your way?" "well, yea. you know that kiss in the library? i'd been waiting so long to do that. i don't care rumors spread among the other maids about you making out with me every day, that's fine. i like it actually. that way, they know i've already claimed you as mine and none of the others can be with me." "master childe, i..." "ajax." "excuse me?" "that's the name my father gave me. so call me ajax." "all right, mas- ajax." he smiled and hugged you. "hey, ajax, did you know?" you asked. his smile

quickly turned into a face of confusion. "i love you, too." again, he pinned you down on his bed and smiled at you. slowly, he lifted up the bottom of your dress. "then, after today, you won't be a maid anymore," childe said. "huh?" you asked. "did you know? i want you to marry me and become my wife." you smiled. "i will."

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pov - zhongli is xiao and childe's dad

childe: *sneaking in through the back door*

zhongli: *slowly turns chair around and turns on the light*

zhongli: where've you been, son?

childe: *sweating*

childe: w-with xiao

xiao: *comes in through back door*

zhongli: i can see that

zhongli: but what were you doing?

xiao: *sweating*

childe: *sweating*

childe: i-i was making out with lumin-

xiao: at aether and lumine's house for a party

zhongli: *stares at childe*

zhongli: i wIlL HavE oRDer

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CHERRY BLOSSOMS - CHILDE/TARTAGLIA X FEM!READER

label:: fluff

warnings:: childe/tartaglia hangout spoilers,, cringe,, slight ooc childe/tartaglia,, the word “fuck” ((should that be a warning?? idk))

description:: he may be busy as the eleventh harbringer,, but he always has time for you

“(y/n)-nee!” Teucer called to you.

“Oh, Teucer!” you exclaimed, watching the boy run to you.

“Did you hear? Did you hear? Nii-san is coming home tomorrow!”

“Yes, I know, Teucer,” you said, watching the boy’s sparkling eyes.

“I’m so excited to hang out with him! What do you think he brought me? A big Mr. Cyclops?!”

“Ah, maybe not a big one.”

“Oh... Are you and Nii-san gonna get married yet, (y/n)-nee?”

“W-what?!” you exclaimed, a blush growing on your cheeks. “N-not yet!”

“Aww,” the boy sighed. “But I wanna be what Nii-san called the ‘Best Man’! Nii-san wants to get married to you, (y/n)-nee!”

“I-is that so?” you asked, looking away from the little boy.

“Your face is red!” Teucer noticed. “Are you sick?!”

“N-no! I’m fine!” You held your hands up in front of you and shook your head furiously.

“Okay then! Wanna go play with my action figure Mr. Cyclops Nii-san gave me?”

“Sure, Teucer...”

“I’m home~,” a voice sang from the doorway of Childe’s family home.

You, who was in the kitchen with Teucer, Tonia, and Anthon eating breakfast, jumped up and ran to the door at the sound of that voice. You threw your arms around them, knowing exactly who it was.

"Welcome back, Tartaglia,” you said, looking up at his face with a warm smile.

Instead of saying words, he put one hand around your waist and the other hand to your chin and lifted up your face to kiss you.

“(y/n)-nee and Nii-san sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Childe’s three younger siblings sang as they watched you.

You looked back at them and smiled, you and Childe still holding each other.

“When are you gonna get married?” Teucer brought up again.

“Now that’s a question you shouldn’t be asking,” Childe said, playfully scolding his little brother. “It’ll happen when it happens.”

“What’s that mean?” Anthon asked.

“I wanna be the flower girl!” Tonia declared.

“Yeesh, kids these days,” Childe sighed.

“I think they’re a lot like you sometimes,” you admitted.

“(y/n)!”

“You’re only gonna be here for two more days?!” you exclaimed. “But you just got here earlier! And Teucer, Anthon, and Tonia have been waiting for you to play with them!”

“I know...” Childe said, moving strand of hair out of your face. “But I have an idea.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, admiring the man in front of you.

“My next assignment is in Inazuma,” he explained. “And there’s a festival coming up and I heard the, um, the cherry blossoms are really pretty...”

“And?”

“Do yo- No... I-”

“If you’re gonna take all day, you migh-”

“Come with me!” he interrupted. He sighed and stared into your (e/c) eyes. “Listen, love, I really hate leaving you behind when I go on a job. I hate how I’m never home and we can only communicate through letters. I hate it so fucking much. That’s why I really want you to come with me. Hell, come with me every time.”

“B-but I’ll just be in the way of your work, won’t I?” you asked. You weren’t prepared at all for what he had just said. “What about your siblings? You know how much the kids like to have someone to play with. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to go with you. I hate when you leave me for work, too, but... I just don’t know.”

“Please, (y/n), please come with me. I love you so much and you mean the whole world of Teyvat to me. I don’t know if I can leave you behind again. If you don’t want to come, I’ll stop being a Harbinger. I’ll stay here in Snezhnaya. Just for you.”

“Tartaglia, you don’t have to stop working... I’ll come. I don’t know if I can stand you leaving either. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, love.”

“Whoa, it’s so pretty~!”

“Nothing’s pretty than you, love,” Childe said.

“Oh, shut up.”

Childe’s subordinates and coworkers stared at the girl he brought along. He hadn’t mentioned to them once that he had a girlfriend. Even though he’d had for five years.

“Master Childe?” one of his subordinates asked. “What exactly will be doing today?”

“Ah, today,” Childe said, turning toward them,”take the day off.”

“What?!” his subordinates and coworkers exclaimed.

“But why?” one asked.

“Because today is (y/n) day,” Childe explained, smiling. He turned back toward you, put his hand on your waist, and led you away.

“What are we supposed to do?!”

“Ah, there’s a cherry blossom petal in your hair, love,” Childe said, removing from your hair.

“Thanks,” you told him, smiling.

Your smile made Childe’s heart beat fast and his own smile grow. He loved all of your features and the fox mask on your head made you even cuter in his opinion.

“I heard there’s supposed to be fireworks!” Childe told you. “Special ones made by Naganohara Fireworks! Their supposed to be amazing.”

“Guess we can’t miss those, Tartaglia.”

No, he couldn’t. Why else would he be fidgeting with a small box in his pocket. The fireworks were the perfect place to ask you to be his forever.

“We should be able to see if we climb a hill,” Childe suggested. He looked around and found a nice, tall one. “Over there!”

As soon as the two of you climbed the tall hill, you sat down beside each other and waited for the fireworks to start. You leaned your head on his shoulder and scooted closer to him.

BANG

The first fireworks, a sparkly (f/c) accompanied by a sparkly light blue one, adorned the sky.

“I ordered those ones,” he admitted.

“Well, they’re beautiful,” you told him.

“And so are you.”

You pushed his arm a little and smiled.

“It’s true, love.”

And at that moment he knew it was the right time.

“Hey, love?”

“Yea, Tartaglia?” you asked him.

“You’re perfect,” he confessed.

“Aw, thank you. You’re even more per-”

“I love you so fucking much, I can’t even contain all my love for you. I want to be with you forever. I never want to leave you again.”

“Tartaglia, what’re you...?”

“(y/n), love, please...” He pulled the small box out of his pocket and opened it, containing a ring with a heart-shaped piece of Noctilucous Jade on it. “Please marry me.”

“Oh, fuck, Tartaglia... Of course!” You threw your arms around him and kissed him.

“C’mon, let me put the ring on you,” he said after you pulled away.

“Sorry!”

You watched as he slid the ring onto your finger, giving it a kiss after.

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you, too, Tartaglia. So much.”

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CHOICE - XIAO X GN!READER

label:: angst

warnings:: death,, mentions of blood

description:: he made a choice to love a mortal,, but he wasn’’t ready for the consequence

Xiao’s eyes fluttered open from a sudden cold touch. He slightly turned his head to the right and sighed. There they laid, sleeping and snoring, next to him and all of his beauty. He moved a strand of hair out of their face and gave them a peck on the cheek before getting out of bed.

The adeptus walked across the cold floor to get dressed and then to the kitchen to make them breakfast.

knock knock

His attention turned towards the door and he quietly walked over. Opening it, he saw a familiar face that he’d dealt with for thousands of years.

“What can I do for you, Zhongli?” he asked, looking up at the tall Geo Archon.

“You and (y/n) are needed to fight in the Archon War,” Zhongli replied, his face the same as ever.

“Me and (y/n)?” Xiao questioned.

“Yes.”

“But they’re just a mortal, they certainly cannot fight in the w-”

“What can I not do?” a voice from behind Xiao asked.

Xiao turned to see his one and only love, (y/n).

“Good morning, lo-”

“Let me repeat. What can I not do?” (y/n) asked, tapping their foot on the ground.

“Zhongli needs our help in the Archon War,” Xiao explained. “And I don’t know if you would like to fight.”

“Of course I would!” they said. “Why would you think I don’t want to fight?”

“I- well...”

“I shall be taking my leave,” Zhongli interrupted. “Please come see me when your decision is made.” The Geo Archon bowed and left for the two to settle their problem.

“Xiao, why can I not fight?” (y/n) asked. “You know I am a capable fighter like you!”

“Yes, but... I...”

“‘I’ what, Xiao?!”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said with a straight face.

“Xiao, I...”

Xiao stepped closer to (y/n) and put his hand on their cheek. “I don’t want to lose you, but you can fight if you desire. Just don’t die...”

“Of course I won’t die!” they reassured, hugging Xiao and putting their head in the crook of Xiao’s neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They said that but that’s what happened.

“(y/n)!” Xiao exclaimed after watching them get impaled by an enemy’s sword. He quickly finished his opponent and ran to (y/n). He held them in his arms and kissed their forehead.

“Xiao...” they said weakly, smiling. “You’ve never... kissed my lips before...”

Xiao leaned closer to them and placed his lips on (y/n)’s cold ones. It was a moment to be cherished, so even when he pulled away, he put his forehead on theirs.

“I love you, (y/n),” Xiao said. “Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me.”

“Xiao,” (y/n) said. “I was never... never going to be immortal like you... You knew that...” They coughed and blood came out. “Oh, geez, look. I think I’m dying.”

“You think?” Xiao asked with a light smile.

“Yea...” They looked up at the sky and stared at the clouds before turning to Xiao. “I love you, Xiao...” Then their eyes became glassy.

Xiao, tears rolling down his cheeks, kissed (y/n)’s forehead and carried them away from the battle.

He buried them where they had first met, on the road to Wangshu Inn, under a qingxin flower. He made a grave that read, “(y/n) (l/n), the one and the only love of an adeptus.”

“I love you, (y/n).”

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CERTAIN LITTLE THINGS - SUNA X FEM!READER

chapter one

label:: fic // fluff

warnings:: n/a

description:: it’s the certain little things that shine through the darkness

Believe it or not, Rintarou Suna loved kids.

That’s why, when he was walking home from practice and found a little girl on the sidewalk, crying her eyes out, he scooped her right up. She buried her face into his shoulder and he patted her back.

“Shhh,” he hushed. When she calmed down and picked her head up, he asked her why she was alone - or at least attempted to. “Where’re your parents?”

The little girl took one look at Suna’s resting bitch face and answered.

“I only have my mommy.”

“Where’s she?” Suna asked her.

“I d-don’t know,” the girl said, starting to cry again.

“Don’t cry. I’ll take you to the police station and we’ll call your mommy.”

The girl nodded, clinging to his practice jacket, and Suna started walking towards the police station.

“Aika!” a beautiful woman said, running towards Suna and the little girl. She scooped her up and hugged her close. “Mommy was so worried. Are you okay, sweetie?”

The little girl, Aika, nodded and pointed at Suna. “He kept me company.”

The woman turned towards Suna and bowed. “Thank you so much for finding my little girl!”

“No problem,” Suna said.

“Mommy?” Aika asked.

“Yes, dearest?” her mother asked.

“Can I play with him?”

“Um...”

Suna and Aika’s mother both had the same look of shock on their faces.

“I-I don’t kno-”

“I’d be okay to play with her,” Suna interrupted. I shouldn’t have said that. “I-I mean, as long as it’s okay with you?”

Aika looked up at her mom and tugged on her skirt.

“I guess it’s okay,” her mom sighed. “I’m (y/n) (l/n),” she said, holding her hand out for Suna to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He took it.

“Rintarou Suna.”

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WHAT GOES WRONG AT THEIR WEDDING - TIMESKIP!BOKUTO, ATSUMU, HINATA, SAKUSA X FEM!READER

label:: headcanon

warnings:: a bit of drinking,, drunk

description:: how they mess up what’s supposed to be the best day of their life

ೃ⁀➷ BOKUTO - bokuto’s memory isn’t too good.. you walked up the aisle in your beautiful, white wedding dress, holding the arm of your dad. he went to sit down and you stood in front of bokuto. you looked his gorgeous self up and down, but you felt like something was missing. he wasn’t wearing his tie. he had even gone to the store with atsumu to pick one out and learn how to tie one from sakusa. and he had to forget. you pointed to wear his tie was supposed to be on yourself and a look of panic took over his face. “ah! i forgot my tie!!” he yelled. he ran out of the room with atsumu, akaashi, and hinata chasing him. you just laughed and smiled.

ೃ⁀➷ ATSUMU - he likes cake a bit too much.. you and atsumu were so worried one of you were going to mess something up. so far, neither of you had. the two of you had just cut the cake and were now eating it. everything was still going okay until suna and osamu picked up atsumu. atsumu started squirming around and suna and osamu lost their grip on him. atsumu fell from their hands and into the cake, splattering cake on everyone. despite being covered in cake, everyone laughed and had a good time.

ೃ⁀➷ HINATA - he can’t drink too much.. kageyama had challenged hinata to a drinking contest to see who could drink the most. hinata, of course, accepted and you stood to the side of your new husband, cheering him on. you already knew hinata couldn’t drink too much before he got drunk so you hoped kageyama couldn’t drink much. turns out, kageyama could drink. the boy drank so much and was perfectly fine when he was leaving the party. hinata, on the other hand, was drunk. he was so drunk that he couldn’t even walk straight or recognize you. “h-hey, you look cute,” he slurred, leaving you laughing. “wanna go on a date? i was single the last time i checked.” “nah, we just got married,” you replied, still laughing a bit. “let’s go home?”

ೃ⁀➷ SAKUSA - atsumu hid his mask before the reception.. “where is he?” you wondered, pacing the floor. you couldn’t find sakusa anywhere. then, you found him. he walked into the room looking super uncomfortable with his hand covering his mouth. “omi, what happened?” you asked, trying not to laugh. “that miya took my mask and hid it and i can’t find it,” sakusa whined. you rolled your eyes and planted a kiss on his cheek. “it’s okay, my love. i like it better when you don’t where your mask.”

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IMPULSIVE GROCERY STORE BUYS - INARIZAKI

label:: headcanon

warnings:: n/a

description:: “don’t go to the store when you’re hungry” -- my health teacher

ೃ⁀➷ KITA - no impulsive buys here!!

ೃ⁀➷ AKAGI - string cheese or babybel cheese

ೃ⁀➷ ARAN - ritz crackers

ೃ⁀➷ ATSUMU - ice cream no matter what time of year

ೃ⁀➷ OSAMU - the whole damn snack aisle chips or something he can eat noisily to annoy atsumu

ೃ⁀➷ SUNA - chuppets ofc

ೃ⁀➷ GINJIMA - chocolate but it’s usually stolen by the twins and/or suna somehow

ೃ⁀➷ OMIMI - cheese balls.. yes..

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SONGS THEY HAVE ON REPEAT - MANY SECOND YEARS

label:: headcanon

warnings:: n/a

description:: what do they listen to when they have their earbuds (or airpods lmao) in their ears?

ೃ⁀➷ SUNA - I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys ;; Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys ;; Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

he’s kinda weird but we love him anyways (not that im calling those songs weird,, i love them)

ೃ⁀➷ ATSUMU - seasonal depression by mxmtoon ;; clementine by Halsey ;; Bang! by AJR

he’s a little?? but i totally see him listening to these

ೃ⁀➷ TERUSHIMA - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen ;; Lost Umbrella by 稲葉曇 (Inabakumori) ;; Make You Mine by PUBLIC

he just wants love and craziness

ೃ⁀➷ KENMA - game music,, no specific ones

he’s kenma

ೃ⁀➷ OSAMU - Panic Room by Au/Ra ;; Liability by Lorde ;; DNA by Lia Marie Johnson

don’t ask,, i just feel like he’d listen to this stuff

ೃ⁀➷ TANAKA - Perfect by Ed Sheeran ;; Can I Be Him? by James Arthur ;; Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett

sappy love songs..

ೃ⁀➷ SAKUSA - hostage by Billie Eilish ;; Lost Cause by Billie Eilish ;; watch by Billie Eilish

BILLIE he’s got all the merch

ೃ⁀➷ KOMORI - Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny ;; Riptide by Vance Joy ;; Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine

cuties gotta listen to cutie songs

ೃ⁀➷ SHIRABU - And So It Went by The Pretty Reckless ;; Still Into You by Paramore ;; Partners in Crime by Set It Off

rock for a cool dude

ೃ⁀➷ KAWANISHI - Happy Pills by Weathers ;; I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco ;; DDU-DU-DDU-DU by BLACKPINK

i really see him loving kpop

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RULES

↬ i will be keeping everything sfw because i will not write nsfw..

↬ most “(y/n)s” will be female using she/her pronouns,, but i will write male (using he/him) and gender-neutral (using they/them)..

↬ requests are open..

↬ i write for haikyuu mostly but i can do some my hero academia and jujutsu kaisen and maybe genshin impact..

↬ lgbtq+ requests are allowed.. i will probably write some that aren’t requests..

↬ i will also not write incest or pedo,, so please keep that in mind if requesting..

↬ i will either write one shots or headcanons or sometimes go on to write a whole fic that will be posted by chapters..

↬ i tend to make “(y/n)” bisexual a lot when i’m writing so please don’t be alarmed if she/he/they are attracted to whoever and more.. i’ll try to remember to put it before if “(y/n)” will be bisexual but i may forget..

↬ i use this spinner to help me decide who to write,, or else everything would be suna (i’’m not kidding)!!

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CONFESSING PT 2 - SAKUSA, KOMORI, SHIRABU, KAWANISHI X GN!READER

label:: headcanon

warnings:: n/a

description:: not everyone confesses the same

! ! these are gonna be short b/c i don’t have a lot of time to write this and i wanna write a different one before i run outta time ! !

ೃ⁀➷ SAKUSA - sakusa thanks his mask for not showing his face when he blushes. otherwise, you’d already know he was simping heads over heels for you. ever since you became the manager of the boys’ volleyball club, sakusa had had hearts in his eyes. you were the kindest and most good-looking person sakusa had seen. maybe he is a simp for you... sakusa decided to just confess to you —— after lots of begging from komori —— after practice. “oi, (y/n),” he grunted from behind you. you jumped and turned around to see the ace. “hey, sakusa~!” you said, your heart racing a bit since he scared you. “need something?” “meet me outside after practice.” “what? okay?” sakusa nodded and walked over to his cousin, komori. “good job, kiyoomi! now just confess and hope she says yes!” komori cheered. after practice, you waited for sakusa outside the door, playing on your phone. “oi,” he grunted when he came out. “oh, hey!” you said, putting your phone in your pocket. “so was there something you needed?” sakusa took a deep breath and looked into your (e/c) eyes. “i really like you, (y/n). please go out with me,” he said monotonously. tears started coming out of your eyes and were streaming down your cheeks. “i’m sorry, did i-” “no, no, sakusa, i just- i really like you, too,” you confessed. “of course i’ll go out with you!”

ೃ⁀➷ KOMORI - think romeo and juliet. yea, that’s pretty much it. except, you didn’t get married and die and your parents weren’t rivals. komori and you met at a volleyball camp in fifth grade —— age 10-11 —— and immediately sparked. people might say that was a little too young to be in love, but hey, if you and komori are in high school and are still dating after five years? that’s love enough for the two of you.

ೃ⁀➷ SHIRABU - the salty setter was actually pretty smart. he left letters in your locker every day —— he never put his name —— saying how much he liked you and admired you. you always tried to figure out who was sending you those letters and never got close. since you were actually friends with shirabu, you always showed him the letters and he even “couldn’t” figure out who sent them. one day he accidentally let it spill that he sent it. you were showing a letter to him and he was reading it and accidentally said, “why did i write that?” the two of you looked at each other and he slapped his hand over his mouth. “you’re sending them?” you asked him. he slowly nodded and apologized, “i’m really sorry, (y/n), i just- i really like you.” you laughed a bit and smiled. “you’re lucky!” “what? why? “cuz i like you, too!”

ೃ⁀➷ KAWANISHI - the only person that knew kawanishi was actually romantically attracted to you was kawanishi’s roommate, shirabu. ever since you accidentally ran into him in the hallway —— you were trying not to be late for class —— he had had the biggest crush on you. shirabu had told him that you were in shirabu’s class and so happened to be shirabu’s lab partner. kawanishi told shirabu that the next project they were assigned, they could do in their dorm. shirabu didn’t feel like asking why 1) because he knew kawanishi liked you 2) he was too busy watching sailor moon. so, shirabu brought you to their dorm. you marveled at how clean it was, despite being a room that belonged to two teenage boys. kawanishi, who was sitting on his bed, waved to you and introduced himself very smoothly. “hi, i’m kawanishi and i really like you, bye.” then he left the room. it turned out you had secretly also been admiring him from afar and found him after you and shirabu finished your project to confess. “kawanishi!” you called, seeing the strawberry blond boy. “wha?” he turned around to see you running towards him and he wouldn’t be lying if he said his face turned strawberry red. once you got to him, you bent over, hands on your knees, panting for breath. “kawanishi, i really want to tell you something!” you said when you finally caught your breath. “this may sound a bit creepy, but i’ve admired you from afar for a while and i really like you! will you please go out with me?” kawanishi was so shocked because he didn’t even know you existed. “s-sure.”

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CONFESSING PT 1 - SUNA, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TERUSHIMA X GN!READER

label:: headcanon

warnings:: n/a

description:: not everyone confesses the same

part two will include:: sakusa, komori, shirabu, kawanishi

ೃ⁀➷ SUNA - it was a little too obvious that suna liked you. it just wasn’t obvious that you liked him back. suna would record you at random times, especially during class. you sat next to him, so he would hide his phone behind a few of his books and face the camera towards you and just record your every move. somehow, you still haven’t found out. you watch the boys’ volleyball practice sometimes because kita —— your cousin —— insists on walking you home every day in case someone were to hurt you. such a great cousin. anyways, suna asked kita if he could walk you home one day from practice and kita immediately understood and told you at their break that he had to leave practice earlier and that suna would walk you home. suna took a detour through the park —— he claimed to be lost even though he wasn’t —— and played on the playground with you in the dark. you slid down the slide and he slid down while you were still sitting at the bottom. he grabbed you from behind and just hugged you. “i like staying like this,” he said after putting his head on your shoulder. “i like being with you,” he added, “i really like you, too.” smooth. “i do, too...” you whispered. “so you’ll tell the twins that we’re dating?” suna asked, smiling at you. “they’re behind that bush over there recording us.” you swiftly turned around to see one of them holding up suna’s phone. “run, ‘samu!” atsumu yelled as the two started to run off. “i’ll tell them yes,” you said, getting up from the slide and running after the twins.

ೃ⁀➷  ATSUMU - confession at first sight. yep. you had gone to see kita the day prior about being the manager for the boys’ volleyball club and kita had told you you could as long as you weren’t there for the twins. you had stepped into the gym —— in your uniform —— with kita and were helping him bring in a bag of newly washed volleyball uniforms. atsumu was standing at the other end of the court, ready to serve. he jumped and saw the spot where he wanted to aim and something else. you. he didn’t hit the ball and it landed on his head, causing his twin and suna to laugh at him. as quick as a fox, he ran over to you and kita and got down on one knee. it’s not a proposal, atsumu. “PLEASE DATE ME!” “no way,” you replied. laughter erupted from behind him. “didja get that on video, sunarin?” osamu asked, laughing hysterically. “yep!” suna, who was also laughing hysterically, answered. atsumu fell on the floor with his hand on your shoe, and looked at you with pity. “please?” he asked. “yer the most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. please??” “no,” you answered, kicking his hand off your foot. atsumu curled himself up into a ball and cried. oh, dear. he never asked you again after that, but continued to do kind things for you and you had to admit, you were falling for the boy. one day, atsumu decided to take you to the cherry blossom festival along with suna and osamu, but they got lost —— more like atsumu got lost and he didn’t want to admit he wandered away from them and got you two lost. he bought you food and found a spot for the two of you to sit —— he forgot about suna and osamu —— on a nice hill. “hey, (y/n)?” “what, atsumu?” you asked. “if i asked ya to date me again, what would my answer be?” “it’d be y-” you turned around without finishing your sentence because you heard snickers from behind you. “ah, there they are,” you said, gesturing to suna and osamu. you turned back to atsumu. “my answer is yes.”

ೃ⁀➷ OSAMU - the two of you had been fake-dating to play a prank on atsumu and the twins’ fangirls. the only thing the two of you really did was holding hands and sharing food during lunch. honestly, osamu loved it. he wanted to actually date you, but he didn’t think you actually liked him. suna figured out that osamu actually liked you —— “you actually like them? what are we going to do with you?” —— and constantly told osamu to tell you how osamu felt. not that osamu listened. suna decided to tell you one day on your way home —— while skipping practice —— that osamu actually did like you. you were surprised and suna got you to tell him that you actually did like osamu. of course, suna recorded everything. suna told osamu of his discovery the next day and osamu almost killed him. you came to watch the boys’ volleyball practice later that day with the idea in mind that you were going to confess to osamu afterwards, not knowing suna had told osamu anything. “hey, ‘samu~!” you called during one of their breaks. osamu looked up and saw you —— who usually didn’t go to their practices which is one of the reasons suna found out about your fake-dating —— waving to him. “i have something really important to tell you after your practice, so meet me outside, ‘kay?” osamu gave you a thumbs up and then turned around to glare at suna. right after practice ended and they had finished cleaning up, osamu raced outside to see you. you were standing near a tree the students called the “fox shrine.” “hey, (y/n),” osamu said, standing next to you. “hey,” you said back, “is it weird if i asked you to kiss me?” “is it weird if i said yes?” osamu asked. ah, suna recorded this for sure.

ೃ⁀➷ TERUSHIMA - oh, to fall in love with your best friend. it’s so sad because one thinks their feelings are one-sided. terushima hadn’t meant to fall in love with you —— his best friend —— but it had had to happen. he figured after hiding them for so long that he would tell you. and that he did. the two of you went to the arcade to play some games and went to this cute little cafe after. he won a whole bunch of stuffed animals for you through those crane machines and you made him carry all of them —— he paid for everything, too —— for the rest of the day. “(y/n),” he said seriously as he walked you home. “hm?” you asked, turning your head to him. “i really don’t wanna tell you this but i really like you.” “i’m sorry, teru, i don’t think i can return your feelings. but let’s not let that come between our friendship, okay! we’re still best friends!” “Yea!” terushima agreed. boy, was he sad. his gestures tended to get more kind and more gentlemanly after he confessed. sometimes, you would feel something in you bubble and your face heat up. you didn’t want to think about it, but started to wonder. could you be catching feelings for your best friend? you decided to tell him, hoping he still liked you. “hey, teru!” you exclaimed, sitting next to him. “oh, hey!” terushima said, scooting over a bit. you had been taking a walk in the park and ran into him sitting on a bench. “what’re you doing out here?” you asked him. “just walking.” “well, uh, you know what you told me a little while ago?” “oh, that i liked you?” “mhm.” “what about it?” “i, uh, like you, too.”

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PARENTING - SUNA, OSAMU, ATSUMU, KITA X GN!READER + DAUGHTER

label:: headcanon

warnings:: n/a

description:: parenting isn’t the same with every parent..

ೃ⁀➷ SUNA - suna loves you and his daughter with all his heart. even if he doesn’t show it. he won’t spoil your daughter, but he’ll buy her things every now and then. one time, he came home with an inflatable unicorn because your daughter had said she wanted a unicorn the night prior. okay, maybe  she’s a bit spoiled. suna just can’t stop buying her what she wants. when she’s a teenager he stops spoiling her. he’ll drive her to the mall if she’s going to meet some friends there and he’ll use that time to go on a date with you while definitely not watching her. she gets a boyfriend/girlfriend? OH DAMN HE’S HAPPY. he’ll go so far as to welcome them to the family already. he just wants to embarrass his daughter, though.

╰┈➤ in conclusion, he strives to embarrass your daughter.

ೃ⁀➷ OSAMU - osamu is the parent that will not —— under any circumstance —— spoil his child. he wants your daughter to have good grades in school —— A’s and B’s he says —— so she can get a good job and husband/wife. nah, he doesn’t care if his daughter’s gay or straight. he still loves her. he taught your daughter when she was four how to make rice and then at seven taught her how to make onigiri. “it’s going to be a tradition to teach miya children how to make my onigiri,” osamu says. you’ll reply by saying, “what about atsumu’s kids?” and then osamu will call his brother and tell him to send over his kids to learn to make onigiri. your daughter loves food. “like father like daughter” people he knows will say.

╰┈➤ in conclusion, osamu is a great dad.

ೃ⁀➷  ATSUMU - atsumu surprisingly doesn’t spoil your daughter. he actually kind of knows what he’s doing because he says “‘samu was hard to take care of.” ha ha funny. he teaches your daughter to play volleyball when she’s in second grade —— age 7-8 —— and signs her up for a whole bunch of volleyball camps. she ends up loving volleyball almost as much as her dad. she pretty much follows in his footsteps and becomes a setter on pretty much every team she played on —— elementary, middle, high school. a boyfriend/girlfriend? NOPE. well, not at first. atsumu doesn’t want your daughter to have a boyfriend/girlfriend because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s getting older and your little girl is growing up. he’ll be sad when she introduces them to you and atsumu, but atsumu will accept it. eventually. maybe. no.

╰┈➤ in conclusion, atsumu doesn’t want your daughter to grow up.

ೃ⁀➷  KITA - kita is the perfect parent. he’s supportive, loving, and just amazing. since he’s a rice farmer, the four of you live out in the country. oh, yes, four. twins. identical twins. kita said it must have been fate after he met the miya twins. he liked to dress them differently when they were little so people could tell them apart. you knew that it was so they didn’t argue like the twins in the future. kita definitely didn’t want a repeat of that. he doesn’t mind if either of them get a boyfriend/girlfriend, but he’ll ask how they’re boyfriend/girlfriend is doing at least twice a day. the girls don’t seem to mind, though. he encouraged the two of them to play volleyball once they started middle school. he plays with them sometimes in your yard outside. there is no yard. just miles and miles of grassland. it takes an hour just to drive to school and it is a nightmare to wake the girls up at five each morning to leave at six. you usually drive them —— and blast the radio ——, but kita does sometimes when he’s not busy.

╰┈➤ in conclusion, kita is amazing.