── in which you sent your friend a message after an accident. // feat. kazuha, scara, xiao, heizou & venti :))
tags: mention of accident (minor), crack, swearing, you are friends with the anemo bois, i decided to make this one because this happened to me recently HAHA :") but i'm okay now! it was only a scratch, nothing serious!
synopsis: they say curiosity kills the cat. but in your case, it made you weak instead.
tags: modern!au, fluff, established relationship, use of cigarettes (no, dont use it guys. it's bad for your health ok?), kissing, and again- i dont know why i wrote this , i just go with the flow haha, you can think of this as you and kinich in gp but in another timeline hehe, anyway this is for the kinich girlies waiting for his banner!! <3
wc: 700+
“you want to know what a cigarette tastes like?”
you nodded at your boyfriend’s question. he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side with a smirk. he seemed pretty amused by your sudden curiosity.
“i thought you hated the smell?”
“yeah, but…” you pursed your lips, letting the thought trail off. you couldn’t really explain that your friends had been hyping it up, telling you that trying it once was just part of the "college experience."
so, here you were. spending the weekend at his place, finally bringing up the one thing you usually nagged him about.
“you usually scold me the second i reach for the pack. what changed?” kinich grinned, pulling something from his pocket.
you glared at him. “if you’re just going to make fun of me, forget it.”
you rolled your eyes and pouted, looking away. kinich stared at you for a few seconds before finally holding one out. you stared at the thin white stick in his hand like it was an alien object.
“well? take it. it’s better to just taste it yourself, explaining it is a pain.” he said.
with a sigh, you took it. you hesitantly turned it over in your fingers. kinich watched your every move, waiting for you to actually do something.
“it’s weird at first, but you get the hang of it once you learn how to breathe.” he noted casually.
“isn’t it bad for you, though?”
“well, duh. but one puff isn't going to kill you. besides, aren’t you the one who was curious?”
touché.
you stare at the stick on your hand, but you snapped back to reality when kinich flicked his fingers in front of your face.
“what are you spacing out for?”
“ah…” you took a deep breath and looked at him. you tried to hand the cigarette back, feeling a bit silly. “nevermind. i can’t do it.”
“you sure? it doesn’t hurt to try,” he said, pulling a lighter from his other pocket. the small flame flickered between you. “here, i’ll show you.”
he lit it and looked at you through the thin veil of smoke. “just imagine you’re sipping a drink through a straw. easy.”
as you watch him demonstrate, you start feeling nervous. what if you choked? or started coughing like crazy? that would be so embarrassing. kinich exhaled smoothly, the smoke disappearing into the air, and held the cigarette back out to you.
“see? not that hard.”
“you’re really okay with your girlfriend doing this?” you asked, still unsure.
“if it’s what you want, why would i care?” he moved the filter closer to your face. “open up.”
your face flushed at his tone. you looked up at him, heart racing, and slowly started to part your lips. the bitter, smoky scent was right there, making your lungs tight, but you waited for him to place it in your mouth.
suddenly, his smirk widened. “you really thought i’d let you?”
“what—mph!”
instead of the cigarette, you felt kinich’s lips crash against yours. he tossed the cigarette aside, his hand sliding to the back of your head to hold you steady while his other arm hooked around your waist, pulling you against him.
your brain shuts down. what the hell?!
you tried to push at his chest, but he only deepened the kiss. he nipped at your lower lip, and the second you let out a soft groan, he took the chance to slide his tongue past your teeth.
you could taste it now— the sharp, bitter tang of tobacco and the cool hint of mint he always favored. it was smoky and dark, mingling with the heat of his mouth. you felt your knees go a little weak, your hands moving from pushing him away to gripping the fabric of his shirt.
kinich finally pulled back just an inch, his thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip. he was breathless, his eyes dark and mocking.
“there,” he whispered, his voice low. “that’s what it tastes like. you satisfied now, or do you need another lesson?”
you could only stare at him, your head spinning and your heart hammering against your chest. the curiosity about the cigarette was completely gone, replaced by the dizzying heat of his stare.
“i think...” you managed to breathe out, “no, it’s fine..”
kinich let out a short, dry laugh, his grip tightening on your waist. “shame. i was hoping i could teach you more. just ask me if you want another, yeah?”
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i totally didn't post this because the next chapter of guilty pleasure will take a while. nope.
a/n: just in case that you feel confused at the last slide, scara's message was before kinich's tweet :D
SYNOPSIS: you dont know why you have your cousin’s best friends’ number saved on your phone, but all you know is that he’s attractive— exactly your type. not wanting to lose this chance to shoot your shot, you decided to become his chat bestie to get closer to him because why not? it’s not everyday you’d get to talk to someone as handsome as him! (careful though, your cousin doesnt want his friends to meet you so try your best to keep this secret from him!)
synopsis: you dont know why you have your cousin’s best friends’ number saved on your phone, but all you know is that he’s attractive— exactly your type. not wanting to lose this chance to shoot your shot, you decided to become his chat bestie to get closer to him because why not? it’s not everyday you’d get to talk to someone as handsome as him! (careful though, your cousin doesnt want his friends to meet you so try your best to keep this secret from him!)
pairings: kinich x fem!reader
status: on-going
tags: social media!au, modern!au, college!au, fluff, crack, mentions of alcohol but not often, timestamps don't matter, kys/kms jokes, cringe jokes, swearing/cursing, english is not my native language, so i apologize if there are errors!, tba . . .
SYNOPSIS: you dont know why you have your cousin’s best friends’ number saved on your phone, but all you know is that he’s attractive— exactly your type. not wanting to lose this chance to shoot your shot, you decided to become his chat bestie to get closer to him because why not? it’s not everyday you’d get to talk to someone as handsome as him! (careful though, your cousin doesnt want his friends to meet you so try your best to keep this secret from him!)
“oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! what a play! the pass comes in high, and everyone in the arena is expecting a big swing from the outside hitter— even the blockers are anticipating that. liyue university’s setter, l/n, jumps like she’s going to set a perfect high ball, but instead, she just flicked her wrist and dropped the ball right into the middle side of the court!”
“the libero, kuki, is literally frozen on the floor. the inazuma university was so ready for a power hit that they completely forgot to guard the net! look at the look on their faces— they’re just staring at each other.”
“that is a world-class trick right there. you don’t need a fast spike when you’ve got a brain like that. just a soft touch, a little bit of confidence, and l/n just stole a point right out from under their noses. absolutely amazing.”
“l/n y/n is standing back there, just bouncing the ball, looking dead-focused. you can hear a pin-drop in here.”
“what a great focus, indeed. she’s probably thinking how they are going to make this point to reach the match point, and claim the victory.”
“she tosses it up, way above the antenna, and…. whack! oh that speed looks like a thunderbolt! it’s moving so fast the camera can barely keep up. the opponent team can barely move and didn’t have time to receive that powerful serve!”
“it’s so rare to see female volleyball players use jump serves. because usually, they would prefer the tricky serves such as jump floater serve, right? but l/n, she did it like it was nothing!”
“exactly. and because of that powerful jump serve, liyue university is now in match point! just one more point and they will take this overwhelming victory and proceed to the nationals.”
“what happened, y/n? you were doing so great in the first three sets. we were so sure that we will defeat the other team. did you slack off? did you think that the opponents would not catch up so you decided to play it safe? if you continue doing this, i’ll remove you from the starting team tomorrow. i don’t need a player who only gives half-assed sets in this team.”
—
"split into two teams! third years against fourth years," coach arai shouted. "y/n, you're with the fourth years."
all you could do was nod and walk to the other side of the court. it was the first day of training camp, and while you knew you should be excited, you felt the exact opposite.
you feel like throwing up, and your palms are wet from sweat. you’d already taped your fingers, hoping the nervousness you're feeling wouldn't mess up your sets, and your overall performance.
but you couldn't shake the heavy feeling in your chest after taking more deep breaths. you’ve done training camps before the big tournaments back in liyue, so why did this one feel so different?
is it because you’re new? but you’ve been practicing with them since you joined.
is it because of your teammates? no, they’re doing great.
or maybe…
“i have high expectations of you.”
coach arai.
but kinich already told you that she only said that because she trusts you. because you’re an asset to the team, coming from a powerhouse school and all.
“i don’t need a player who only gives half-assed sets in this team.”
this. this has to be it. the words keep repeating in your head and it's making you lose focus.
you were lucky enough because you still managed to push through the drills and warm-ups before this.
now, as the game was about to start, you pressed a hand to your chest and tried to focus on taking another deep breath.
it’s okay, y/n… this is not an official match. just play like usual. you’ve been practicing with these people, you will be fine.
you will be fine…
you will be fi—
“just focus on the game.” your silent mantra stopped when you heard a voice beside you.
yuki— the fourth year player you replaced in the starting line-up. she’s smiling at you and taps your shoulder before moving to her position. you could only watch her.
you still don't have any idea why she stepped down and gave you the setter position for the official match. but with the way she smiled at you and gently patted you, it almost felt like she’s silently telling you, “it’s okay, this is my choice. just give your all and do your best.”
oh boy you feel like crying.
“y/n, get in your position!”
“yes, coach! i’m sorry!”
you told yourself that you’ll give something to her after this.
okay, y/n, time to lock in!
—
this is the worst. this might be your worst day you’ve ever had in your twenty-one years of existence.
you can feel your teammates’ gaze at you as you kneel in front of coach arai— waiting for her to scold you, or give feedback on your awful performance today.
it could be both.
“what happened to the player who outplayed thirty other girls during tryouts?” her voice was calm, but you can still hear the disappointment laced in them.
“i’m sorry, coach.” you said, almost a whisper as you bit your lip to prevent yourself from crying.
“go cool your head outside. come back only when you feel like you can play normally again.” coach arai said and stood up. you did the same. you didn't even look back when you made your way to the gym door because you don't want to see your teammates’ look that contains nothing but pity.
“kokomi, take y/n’s position. we will play three sets before we wrap up.”
wow, you really messed up this time, y/n. so much for looking forward to and enjoying the training camp..
—
you feel the chilling air through your jersey as you walk to the school grounds. you can still hear the balls and whistle from the gym.
your chest felt tight, like you can't breathe— like there’s a heavy weight pressing down on it that prevents you from breathing. after a few minutes of walking in circles, you found a nearby bench and slumped onto it.
you buried your face in your hands and sighed. the silence of the campus was loud, and every time you closed your eyes, you kept seeing your mistakes earlier.
the ball slipping through your fingers, the mistimed and awful sets, and the way the hitters had to jump awkwardly just to keep the ball in play because your tosses were too low.
your performance was like a beginner who’d never played volleyball.
"stupid," you whispered to yourself. "so stupid."
you weren't just some rookie. you were the girl who made fast serves. you were the setter who fooled entire defenses with a single flick of a wrist. but right now, you felt like you didn't even know how to hold the ball.
without thinking, you lean back, look up, and raise your hands. the moon is bright and you thought of it as a ball. you focus yourself to enter a zone— like you're in an official tournament.
yanfei already made her serve, ling is moving further to the back to prepare for a back attack—
you stopped.
“wait, i should do this with my current teammates…”
you close your eyes once again, trying your best to enter a simulation where you're playing with your new teammates.
nana already made her serve, riko is moving further to the back to prepare for a back attack, akira had already jumped for a straight shot. and the middle, saki, is waiting for my set. by the looks of the opponents’ positions, they're likely anticipating an attack from riko because their front is wide open. i’ll just use a dump to break those hope of receiving our hitters’ attack.
smiling, you flick your wrist and watch the other side’s players dive for the ball.
“yes!”
completely forgetting that you were in your own simulation, you stand up and cheer for your own nonexistent success.
realizing that you’re alone in the school grounds, you quickly purse your lips and slowly sit back down on the bench.
ears burning, you really hope no one saw that. it’s one thing to be the "fallen star" of the team, but being the girl cheering at the moon in the middle of the night? that’s a whole different level of embarrassing.
but as the silence settled back around you, the small spark of excitement from that fake play started to fade. you feel the cold air on your skin, and the reality of the situation comes crashing back down.
simulation or not, in the real world, you were kicked out.
your teammates might not say anything, but you’re sure that they’re disappointed in your right now. especially yuki. she willingly gave up her position to you but you’re like this; getting anxious and not knowing what to do in the middle of the practice game. this is just the training camp, what will happen when the official tournament comes?
"i’m pathetic.." you muttered, pulling your knees up to your chest.
back in liyue, you were the one everyone relied on. you were the brain, the heart, the one who’s in control in the court. now, you feel like the one who needs to learn the basics again. coach arai was right— the player who outplayed thirty other girls was gone, replaced by someone who couldn't even toss a ball without her hands shaking.
you were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't hear the footsteps nearing on you.
“y/n?”
you look up when you hear a familiar voice called out to you.
“what are you doing here? it’s cold, and you're wearing only your jersey.”
the tears that you’ve been holding back in the gym are threatening to fall as you listen to his voice. he kneels down in front of you and looks up at you. he’s smiling gently but you can see worry in his eyes.
you feel your lips wavering, you open your mouth to say something but no words would come out.
“how was the first day of training camp?”
that question was enough for you to break down.
you choked back a sob, tears started running down your face like falls, and finally, you started telling him everything that happened like a child telling his mother a bully has stolen her candy.
“kinich… i was kicked out of the team!!”
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a/n: I GOT SUNDAY AND EVANESCIA 😭😍
SYNOPSIS: you dont know why you have your cousin’s best friends’ number saved on your phone, but all you know is that he’s attractive— exactly your type. not wanting to lose this chance to shoot your shot, you decided to become his chat bestie to get closer to him because why not? it’s not everyday you’d get to talk to someone as handsome as him! (careful though, your cousin doesnt want his friends to meet you so try your best to keep this secret from him!)
synopsis: after a major accident that happened while performing on stage, you disappeared— leaving your bandmates' in wonder. three years later, you came back. not as a band member, but as a manager. well, it wasn't as easy as you expected it to be because it turns out that the band you'll manage is being led by the person you used to perform with.
pairings: scaramouche x fem!reader
status: not started
tags: band!au, modern!au, social media!au, fluff, crack, swearing, sprinkle of angst, mentions of alcohol, aged up!characters, kys/kms jokes, time stamps dont matter, little bit suggestive on some parts but not too much, tba
NOTES: inspired by the story of yuki and banri from idolish7!! and i know i still have two pending smau on-going (gp) and waiting (t-o), but writing smau became my favorite so... here's another one in line! :D
