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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*

using their last name

in which you don’t call the boys by their first name/ nickname

ft. hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, nishinoya yu, tendou satori, and kageyama tobio

cw: none other than some language

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*

hinata:

suna:

nishinoya:

tendou:

kageyama:

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*

texts. — late nights.

ft. venti, scaramouche & xiao. (separate.)

warnings : mentions of alcohol (venti), cursing (venti & scaramouche), xiao’s part is a bit long, a bit angsty in all of their parts.

venti.

you turn off your phone. with a sigh, shaking your head at yourself, you look to venti - he sits on the very edge of the curb, legs crossed. brows drawn, his eyes drowsily traces your face. and you do the same - the streetlight lit on him, holding a light to the utter exhaustion that touches his features. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve simply brushed it off as his hangout or him not getting enough sleep as of late.

but you did know better. the haze in his eyes: the scent of alcohol sticking onto him; his aimless mutterings under his breath. it’d be a bit hard not to put two and two together.

“…c’mon.” you hold your hand out for him to take. “the others are waiting for you.”

with little to no hesitation, he holds your hand, fingers twined, as you tug him onto his feet. of course, he nearly topples, the asphalt of the road swaying beneath him, was it not for the tight hold you have on his hand.

“…’m sorry,” he mutters. “i… ‘m sorry… the other are… are waiting for me…”

he leans into your chest, slumping. your arms immediately wraps around his shoulder as to not let him lose his footing again. venti hums contentedly, a small smile on his lips. “you’re… you’re waiting for me…”

the night air, crisp, cool, brushes through with almost a carefree stride, stroking his hair and yours. he takes in a breath, sobriety dawning on him slowly, and finds himself nestled in the nook of your neck. as he tries to find his breath once more, his intakes and sighs tickles your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

(the feeling of his voice, his lips, almost on the shell of your ear seems strangely nice. you don’t want to look into that too much.)

“yeah.” you rub his back in slow, smooth motions. and sooner than later, his body, once tense, relaxes underneath your touch. “i am.”

scaramouche.

with the exception of a playing shuffling songs on the speaker, wisps of wind whipping against the car, a silence hung in the air. your hands on the steering wheel, keeping a steady hold on it, taps on the leather covering mindlessly. the road is almost perpetual, never ending, as it continues on and on to the point of the horizon. you look to the side from the corner of your eye - scaramouche… no, kuni stared out at the window, his eyes follows the streetlights that passes by like a breeze. you’d say he was bored was it not for the slight hum he voices when a song he favors comes on.

he rolls his head to his shoulder, eyes now on you. “how much longer?”

“not much.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“fine.” a small smile tugs on you. “an indeterminate amount of time then.”

“jackass.”

“little shit.”

brows furrowed, kuni turns his head back to the window, the blur of soft lights, cement, the sky coalesced apparently interesting to him. you steal a peek at him again, the window a reflection to you - the smile on you falls away at the look of pure resignation on him. the fire in his eyes that you saw just a few seconds ago has long been put out, all but a smoldering rue in them. he sighs as he lowers his face into the palm of his hand, and, as if aware of your eyes on him, tries to wipe away the expression on him.

“…just say we’re not that far,” he says, his voice seldom soft, and it startles you a bit at the sudden shift of his tone. it seems he’d noticed it as well as he tries to sound a bit more like himself for his next few words. “please tell me you’re capable of that at least, right?”

(it might be you, and you sort of hope it is, but you feel like he might be referring to someone else when he asked.)

“…we’re close.” you nod along with your words. “if anything, it’s at the next exit.”

“finally.” a pause. “…thanks.”

“huh?”

he bites his lower lip, something of a habit that he’d developed over the years, as he stays silent - when he’s like that, you don’t bother to try and tug out whatever he meant to say. though, even with the lack of light, you could see the tips of his ears slightly flush. “nothing. just… thanks.”

“…no problem.”

xiao.

after a few seconds, your phone stars ringing. when you press accept, it clicks, and xiao’s voice flows in - a bit awkwardly, as if unused to this type of thing.

“…hey.”

“hey yourself.”

on the other side of the line, you could hear slight shuffling in the background. with nothing but the night and silence as an accompaniment, his series of soft, light breathing almost… calms you. you lay your phone across your bedsheets, the screen hot from how long you’ve been using it, as you come to find yourself staring at the ceiling as well - though in return, all you see is the darkness that he speaks and loathes of.

“are just going to stay silent and listen to each other breath or…?”

he huffs. “i am not acquainted with this.”

“this?”

“…starting a conversation,” he whispers, and he turns again to the ceiling, the bed beneath him creaking along. “i do not know what you would find as an interesting topic, thus i don’t know what to say; as if words evade me.”

“oh.” you close your eyes for a bit. the world around you quietens in response, silent, but for his voice that sounds close yet far away. …wait, voice. “…how about your music?”

“my music?”

“yeah. you mentioned it once or twice, and i’ve always seen you stay after school in that music room on my way out. that and venti doesn’t exactly keep his mouth shut about it either.”

a slight laugh escapes his lips and there’s almost a childish tinge to it that you feel that you could get used to. “there’s… there’s nothing much to say about it.”

“but there’s something you’d like to talk about it still, right?”

an air of silence falls on the line. if you try hard enough, you could catch the sounds of sirens, fading in and out as does the wind. (something you shouldn’t think but you wonder how the colors play across his face.) that’s all it took, apparently, for him to shuffle himself out of bed, the sheets rustling, and walk elsewhere. that elsewhere becomes clear in a bit as he slides open the door, the silent cacophony of the night searing into your ears on your line.

“outside?”

“yeah.”

“try not to catch a cold or somethi—”

“some of my songs are… about falling in love. or the thought of being in love,” he interrupts, the words practically falling out.

“oh. …really?” you can’t keep the surprise out of your voice. “i can’t say i saw that coming.”

“not everyone can, no. and i hadn’t intended to either - the concept of love, adoration, desire somewhat eludes me. i’m not… used to it, one could say, and thus i do not have a sense of understanding as many others would. and yet it is all i write when i try to compose a song. the thought of falling in love is… is nice.”

“yeah, it is. who doesn’t want to love and feel loved in return?”

he hums. “…i realized i don’t have an understanding for a lot of things, or am not accustomed to said things. words, the ideal of love, none of these are familiar with me as i wished for myself to be.”

“but you’re trying, no?” you asked. you stare at the phone from the corner of your eye, still bright, still alive, with a photo of him on screen. (you wonder if he’s doing the same right now.) “you’re saying that you’re not good with words but you’re writing pages and pages of them for your music; that and it’s for the very feeling you say you can’t understand.

“you’re trying to familiarize yourself with words, with love, and all those other things you say you aren’t close with in your own way. you said it yourself, didn’t you? that you don’t have the sense of understanding as everyone else does, but that’s because you’re cultivating your own.”

“…”

the sirens in the background came back. and for a while, it stayed it that way, as you neither xiao said anything to mute it out.

you lift your arm up in the air, fingers splayed, aimlessly looking at the spaces - the darkness of your room long swallowed them.

he simply stared at the skies, stars lit, a bit reminiscent of the lanterns from somewhere far away.

maybe it wasn’t a bad thing at all.

because at least the two of you ended up talking, right?

BEGUILE.

a genshin smau | xiao x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS:

[alatus just sent you a text!]

user mao and user alatus are online best friends of 3 years, playing games and texting for hours without having shared a phone call once. [name] and xiao on the other hand? mortal enemies who refuse to talk to each other, despite their potential bond. but who would’ve known they were actually the same people?

NOW PLAYING; MEDDLE ABOUT - CHASE ATLANTIC

[name] —> official | priv

xiao —> official | priv

1. 、、Game starting — hating?

♡︎ • I. worst duo ☆ II. slay (men).

♡︎ • III. airplane mode ☆ IV. tba…

♡︎ • V. tba… ☆ VI. tba…

AND WHEN YOU GO AWAY I STILL SEE YOU…

beguile ; enchant someone, often in a deceptive way

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“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

Touch starved Kakashi, anyone? 🤭

youtuber au; when your fans ship you together

xiao x g!n reader

a/n: bye this took forever to edit and tumblr wudnt let me post but here it is!! sorry if it’s incoherent i tried

✰ you started a youtube channel in your second year in university, you were having trouble making friends and didn’t want to attend the parties. so you made the internet your safe space.

✰ after you posted a compilation of your best attacks and scores your channel blew up and it became one of your main sources of income…college was expensive!

✰ through making a channel you made several friends who are also youtubers, but there was one you only admired from afar: xiao

✰ you often competed against him to be on the trending page, but more often than not got beaten. you were sure he wasn’t aware of your existence.

✰ that was until a certain video was posted

✰ in a video of xiao reacting to fanart someone had sent him one of you two in a romantic setting, people shipped you?!

✰ you were flustered at the art and at xiao’s reaction to it, he was blooming red as he stuttered his way through the clip

✰ the entire twitter timeline was in flames and you were drowning in the attention, not sure what to do with the increasing amount of subscribers you were receiving

✰ you were scrolling through the trending tag #XIAOYN, swallowing down your nerves as you saw more and more fanart of you two and edits of every time you mentioned xiao and vice versa you almost choked when you saw him in your dms

✰ you instantly tweeted in shock when he followed you back, and how could you not?! you were ecstatic at the thought of xiao wanting to collaborate with you

✰ you were a tad bit scared to talk to him in person though

✰ you both texted a time and date to meet up, making sure you were both free of classes and exams. what you didn’t expect was for him to make conversation with you up until the date for you two to meet up arrived

✰ it was a little flirty, but you just thought you were looking too deep into it. xiao was just being friendly!

✰[a collection of your texts the past week]

art: heehoocoffee twt

✰ when the day finally comes for you two to meet you’re a bundle of nerves, sweating through your shirt as you ring the bell on his door

✰ you were ashamed to admit you had to hype yourself up for five minutes before pushing the button.

✰ it doesn’t help that he’s looking as put together in his videos when he opens the door to greet you

✰ “it’s nice to finally meet you,” he drawls, gesturing you inside. you tried not to gawk as you followed him to his filming room, coming up with things to say once the conversation picked up again as you followed him like a lost puppy

✰ but you didn’t have to worry about awkward silence because once you both sat down and the cameras flicked on your personalities meshed together well

✰ xiao was on the quieter side, so you took it upon yourself to do most of the talking while xiao carried you throughout the game. you shared a laugh whenever either of you died or when you made a comment on some of the more unhinged dialogue

✰ it was some of the most fun you’ve had and after an hour you guys wrapped the video up, but continued to play together for a while. he joined your world and helped you finish some quests and you joined his to steal some of his plants. you even visited the heart island together <3

✰ and afterwards, just like xiao had promised, you both went out for dinner together. it felt an awful lot like a date, he offered to pay and pulled out your chair. he even called ahead for reservations. if that wasn’t enough even the waiter assumed you two were a couple from your matching outfits and asked for a photo after realizing who xiao was.

✰ even if it wasn’t an official date, you felt a coil in your stomach pull tautly whenever your name was said from his lips, it was addicting.

✰ the video was posted a few days later and it was instantly trending #1 and stirred commotion on twitter and tiktok, edits of you two laughing and looking at each other went viral and you couldn’t help but save all of them

✰ you two continued to text and he’d always request to join your world if you were both online at the same time, a facetime request appearing right after so you didn’t have to use the glitchy chat option

✰ constant nights of abandoning your homework to stay up gaming with him became a routine

✰ you two continued to do collabs consistently for a few months and you couldn’t fight back the crush you had, choosing to ignore it rather than pursue

✰ your feelings went unsaid, even if sometimes it seemed like they were reciprocated. but maybe that was just you seeing what you wanted to see.

✰ that was until a few months into your friendship something slipped out of your mouth as you went to end a stream with him

✰”this was fun but i have to go now,” you pouted at your camera as your chat spammed frowning emojis, you scheduled your fans to raid xiao’s stream before giving them a wave, “bye xiao, love you!” and by the time you ended the stream you’d realized what you’d done

✰ xiao’s stream was still going and he went frozen for a second, the chat was asking him if his connection was lost but he shook his head. you were this close to throwing your keyboard across the room when xiao picked up his phone, typing something in. your phone starting ringing…

✰ “are you honestly going to leave without letting me say goodbye?” xiao asked, looking at the camera as he talked to you over the phone. the chat went wild with emotes

✰ “sorry…” you weakly mumbled into the phone as you tried to not look at your screen. it was flustering.

✰ xiao turned off his microphone, making sure his stream couldn’t hear him before he continued, “i love you too, y/n.” he quietly spoke, almost as red as you, “didn’t think i’d have to confess that in front of millions of people for you to realize it.”

✰ he ended the stream soon after and you both stayed on call for an hour, circulating around the question before you both made it official. which ofc course means changing your twitter bio

a/n: hope you enjoyed! editing these photos was fun even tho i ran out of room lol