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kunikuma · 11 months

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build-a-bear boytoy—!

relationship | college student!xiao x gn!reader

synopsis | once again, build-a-bear workshop was hosting a collab with sanrio and xiao is the unlucky fellow who accompanied your crusty ass and witnessed your poor spending habits. you both hang out all the time! no biggie, it’s not like his lil secret on the tip of his tongue would slip out in the middle of the mall… right? right?? content | fluff cw | swearing, youre both so cringy with this mutual pining i stg a/n | xiaaaaaooooo… im still learning how to write him 😩. soft quiet boy who is so infatuated with you and would tag along for anything? mine, im taking.

build a bear masterlist

okay.

when xiao was procrastinating his assignment after lunch in a library by languidly scrolling through his phone, he came across a very… eye-straining, bright, and cheery ad featuring sanrio characters and a collaboration with build-a-bear workshop. after squinting his eyes at the violation of colors, he clicked on the ad.

only to send you the ad, of course.

he definitely figured you’d immediately spam him ‘tytyty!’ and drag one of your sanrio girlies and/or boytoys to the mall over the coming weekend. if he had to guess, based on your financially crippling addiction to collecting them all, you would’ve gotten cinnamoroll to complete your current your set.

he was very well familiar with who you were missing. afterall, sitting on your plushie-crowded couch on the weekends allowed him to get closely acquainted with your soft inanimate and unofficial roommates; especially when you had meekly introduced him to each of their names the first time he visited for a movie night all those months ago. when you rambled and introduced the cast to him, you had shown him a picture of all of them together. maybe his lack of teasing or questioning about your interests and age encouraged the idea that you could talk to him without judgement.

during the movie nights in your living room, he was surrounded by the little guys. he carefully noted the ones you were missing, based on that picture you showed him awhile back.

it’s not like he helped you complete your collection. not until today, at least.

he did not ever think he was going to be your sanrio partner for the evening and drag him to the mall that same day.

“xiao, you do not understand how grateful i am right now. you're my honorary sanrio boytoy; childe is still numero uno though,” you blew a dramatic kiss in his direction.

“… you’re welcome, i suppose? i just figured you would be interested,” he replies softly, politely ignoring yet secretly relishing in the idea of being yours, in some weird way. he trailed behind your giddy frame as you traversed through the packed crowds at the mall on a friday evening. he watched as you chatted away, explaining how long you had waited for this day.

something about not needing to pay for international fees or shipping costs.

he would be a liar if he said he was processing 100% of your words because the beating of his heart was so loud, but he was at least conveying he was paying some attention. giving you small nods, hums of agreement, grunts of disapproval, all while keeping his gaze on you.

granted, you were always easy to look at, at least in his eyes.

as the two of you approached the diy plushie workshop, you halted right in your tracks as you turned to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. before he picked you up and helped you behind him onto his motorcycle, you had already planned how today was going to pan out.

you clasped both of his hands into yours and grinned, “i was thinking we could each make one? i dont mind paying for you. consider it an early birthday—“

he cuts you off, almost ripping his hands out of your hold, “no,” he huffs simply while furrowing his brows at you, his lips pursed in dissatisfaction at the mere suggestion.

your grin falters a tad at his abrupt and curt response because, let's be honest. the male clad in dark clothing and a full sleeve tattoo on his arm didn't exactly match the vibes of the place. but before you could nod and give him a look of understanding, he clears his throat and corrects himself.

“what i meant was,” he sighs as he composes himself, rubbing the other tattoo on the side of his neck, “i can pay for myself. i’d offer to pay for you as well, but you-“

“-would refuse,” you finish for him, humming lightly at the memories that came to mind.

what he said was absolutely true; whenever the two of you hung out, you’d always end up offering to pay for him. you weren’t loaded, by any means, but he always went out of his way to force himself to leave his apartment to hang out with you. the least you could do was pay for the cute lil loner’s food or ticket every now and then.

granted, your efforts were wasted because you technically never got to pay for a single thing for him. he’d always drop his credit card next to yours to evenly split every bill with you.

if he couldn’t split the cost at the register, you’d always catch him intently listening for the cashier to read out a number or staring at the bright screen at the total cost. you’d find a banking notification on your phone later that day, notifying you that @/alatusxiao had sent you his share.

“...splitting in half?”

“splitting in half.”

with that, the two of you walked in and were welcomed by an oddly smug and cheery worker near the stuffing section. neither of you paid him much mind as you had made a beeline for the bright pink section near the back, showcasing many different sanrio characters.

as you gushed over the many options you could drop an exorbitant, almost disgusting amount of money on, xiao eases his tense stature as he leans against the sunshine golden wall, jamming his hands into his pockets. he watched as you picked up each plump store display, pointing at all of the details on them and occasionally sneering at the tasteless clothes on them.

he’d agree though; the clothes were pretty mid.

while the teal haired male didn’t know everything sanrio, he knew a lot from the multiple conversations where you’d spam him with pictures of a new one you had gotten in the mail.

if someone had asked xiao 2 years ago if he was going to be able to breezily explain that cinnamoroll is a puppy, kuromi is in a biker gang, and pompompurin loves milk, he would’ve cursed them out under his breath and rolled his eyes.

however, every time you would explain sanrio lore to him on a tuesday night in the comfort of your kitchen after the two of you got bored of studying, he was always, always, always listening more intently than he would ever care to admit.

the amber eyed male might never join you in your delight, but the young man always paid attention, constantly and attentively logging the information you were barreling down his throat. his warm eyes and rough hands might be occupied doing other things, like ripping open a box of microwavable mac and cheese and mumbling out the instructions to himself, but his ears were always fixated on the hum of your voice. even when the microwave told him his food was cold and the bowl was hot, your voice was always somehow rang louder than the incessant beeping late at night.

it’s what best friends do… right? listen to each other?

at the internal mention of 'best friends', xiao feels his fists tighten deep inside the warmth of his pockets.

yeah. he was… fine with being your sanrio boytoy for the day. but… he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to be your forever sanrio boytoy something more to you.

sure whatever, he liked you and had numerous opportunities to act on those feelings, but he deeply respected the best friend badge you slapped on his heart and the distance between the two of you on your couch whenever you placed hello kitty between the two of you.

shaking his heads from his thoughts, xiao watched you tap on your lower lip, humming to yourself as you scanned your options, “who do think i should get–“

“cinnamoroll,” he answers easily, jutting his head towards the one you were currently in front of. you shot him a surprised look as you cocked your head.

“you remembered his name?” you asked with an incredulous look on your face, “you remembered im missing cinnamoroll?” your hands trailed over to the store display, examining the texture of the fabric under the pads of your fingers as you stared at your increasingly defensive friend.

xiao’s eyebrows quirked up as he responded, “well, yeah. you tell me about them pretty often.”

you laugh quietly as you nod your head, “yeah that makes sense–“

“-and i know youre missing cinnamoroll. you have two my melody’s. a few pompompurin–“

“xiao-“

“one hello kitty. and one keroppi. i think that’s the frog one, right?”

he’s rambling and you stared. hard.

“you actually listen to me?”

“…yes? why wouldn’t i?”

oh, xiao was bewildered. archons, he was so baffled why you were confused.

isn’t it polite to listen to your friends and remember what they tell you? isn’t it polite actually care about what people talk about?

see, what xiao didn’t know was his level of care he put into the things you had to say. whether you told him something life changing about your past that haunts you to this day or about what colored folder you were thinking about using for your math class next semester, xiao had these details about you catalogued in his mind; each thing in its neat little folder in the filing cabinet in his mind.

to him, whether he realized it or not, every tidbit that slips from between your plush lips was tremendously important.

“well, i just figured you were being polite! like, i thought maybe it was going through one ear and out the other. you know i like to ramble,” you chuckled, a bit of warmth dusting the tips of your ears. you cleared your throat as you quickly turned away to snatch the unstuffed puppy out of the pit.

fortunately, here’s a friendly reminder! xiao always found you really easy on the eyes and noticed changes in your behavior and appearance.

“is that weird? you seem embarrassed,” he comments breezily, pushing himself away from the yellow bricks behind him. he approaches you and leans forward to scrutinize your fluster. you swiftly shake your head in response.

“not weird at all, xiao! it’s actually… sweet of you,” you murmur, clutching the limp fabric into your arms. usually, giving xiao 100% of your attention was effortless. making eye contact with him was a breeze, even if the pounding of your heart seemed to overpower the volume of your voices when the two of you spoke in your kitchen at 2 am as he shoveled cheesy pasta into his mouth. however, being surprised by a very sweet and sudden revelation had you a little… dazed. your nonchalant demeanor failed to materialize at this moment.

once the words registered in xiao’s mind about how his actions were perceived as sweet, it was finally his turn to get a little sprinkle of pink on his cheeks.

he merely nods as he gnaws on his inner cheeks, crossing his arms across his chest as he rewidens the space between the two of you.

unbeknownst to you, his palms got a little clammy.

light, tense silence befell the both of you as you both just stood at the corner of the store, the sound of kids making their own stuffed animals filling the air. cheers as kids jumped up and down, wishing love into their newfound furry friends.

you coughed, doning your own mask again, “well! we better pick yours so we can get started on making these bad boys.” you patted the limp white puppy plush in your arms.

xiao’s eyes scanned the options presented before him before he lands back onto you, “i think you could just pick for me? they are cute, but… none really catch my eye.”

“i’ll ignore that blatant insult at the end,” you grumble as you wiggle your fingers over a specific plush. truth to be told, you had planned on coming to build-a-bear and choosing this specific character for xiao from the very start.

xiao watched you quickly grab a black unstuffed plush as you raise it out triumphantly at him. his eyes drifted to the store display and he chuckled.

“chococat. why him?” he inquires, walking forward to grab the fabric from your hands. his fingers brushes yours and he flinches inwardly.

mask is slipping, mask is slipping...

you hummed and tapped your finger on your lip again. his eyes zoned in on the methodical movement.

tap.

“you’re both cute-”

his face flushes as he blinks, and he grumbles, his gaze breaking.

“-and very sweet. he’s always up-to-date on everyone’s happenings, which fits you since you’re glued to your phone all the time,” you grimace, but quickly laugh at the half-hearted glare thrown your way. “he’s a little scatter-brained—”

“—are you saying i’m scatter-brained?” he huffs, the fluster immediately dissipating, nearly tossing the damn thing back into the bin, but your chuckle makes him catches him.

“you’re usually pretty attentive to everything, especially when i’m talking to you,” you grin at the way his cheeks redden at your callout, “oh, you can get a little frazzled when i tease you. not a big correlation there, but still something to note,” you finish, fighting off your own redness threatening to appear on your face.

“you’re so—! ugh,” he sighs, giving you a look that clearly wanted to tell you off for teasing him yet again, but he relents as he pulls the soft fabric back close into his hold, clearly choosing to not launch the poor black cat back into the plastic bin. he grumbles as he turns, clearly ready to go shove some plushie stuffing into your choices.

“oh, hush,” you scolded, linking your pinky with his. you firmly tugged him into the line, joining a few families waiting for their turn at the stuffing machine.

“…you tease me too much, y/n,” he mutters, warmth filling his chest as he refrains from squeezing your pinky with his. it felt nice whenever you tugged him along like this. usually you’d let go by now though.

how odd you haven't yet.

he logs that piece of information to replay late at night as he stares at his ceiling.

“not my fault you’re easy to tease,” you quip back, gently swinging your barely joined hands between the two of you. cinnamoroll was firmly pressed against your chest while xiao had chococat resting in the crook of his arm, his hand in his pocket. he rolls his eyes half-heartedly and grumbles quietly.

“you’re lucky i like you.”

your jaw gradually drops as you slowly turned to him. suddenly, the room just got a little too loud, a little too quiet, a little too crowded, a little too much for the panic-struck amber-eyed male.

his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.

shitshitshit, it slipped out.

“run that by me one more time,” you demanded carefully, clearly treading on eggshells with the frozen young man next to you. you could feel his pinky slip from yours and you frowned.

xiao was crumbling inside.

oh archons, he fucked up bad. letting those words slip out? he’d been holding those words back for weeks and spending time with you made it harder and harder to not just tell you, to tell you that he want to launch hello kitty across the room and just pull you into his arms while you both watched movies. to rip off the bff badge on his chest and just…

archons, archons, archons, he figured he would tell you in your discord dm’s one drunken night or something, not like this—

“a-as friends, of course,” he corrects slowly as he gnaws at his lip, drowning out his anxious thoughts. he winces at the lie he knew he was going to have to correct one day, if that day ever came.

however, the poorly masked dejected tone in your next response silenced his racing thoughts. in the hustle and bustle of the too gaudy, too yellow room, he, as usual, catches every dip and lilt in your voice when you speak.

so when he sees your arm clutching cinnamoroll slacken by a mere fraction and hears you respond in a little more soft, almost crestfallen tone, a tonality so different from your usual melody, his chest pangs yet nearly pounds right out of his chest.

“oh, so… you don’t like me that way?”

fuck.

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karasuno-volley · 3 years

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anon request : saw that you were wanting requests and if you still want them.. i’m the needy mf for the job 👁

might i humbly suggest nishinoya (or you can pick someone else im not picky lmao) with a crush who used to get asked out or confessed to as a joke a lot and they think he’s making fun of them when he asks them on a date? if that makes sense 😅☝️

real boys are being assholes to me lately because i dress kind of alternative and they don’t seem to like it! i don’t want them anyways but it kinda hurts still 🙌‼️ i just kinda think about like how no 2d man would treat me like this lmao

thank you so much if you decide to do this volley !!

NISHINOYA YU + ASKING YOU OUT ON A DATE

pairing : nishinoya + gn!reader

warnings : none? if you want something tagged, let me know!

a/n : yes! i’m usually only writing requests now because of my intensive course i’m taking lol so keep ‘em coming !! i hope you like this, it was a lot of fun to do and i don’t get to write noya too often :). likes / reblogs appreciated, no reposting please !! love, volley.

For all of the times he’s followed Kiyoko around with Tanaka, Noya knew deep down that she wasn’t really his type. She was pretty and responsible, sure, and he did enjoy goofing around with Tanaka and flirting occasionally, but he’s pretty confident in the fact that Tanaka is actually the one in love with her.

Just tonight, Tanaka was talking about Kiyoko the way someone would talk about someone he’s going to marry. Nishinoya had never felt that way about anyone— come to think of it, had he ever even had a crush?

The moon shines bright over pavement, the glow of the streetlamps lighting his way as he takes his walk back home from the gym. Late night weekend practices gave him time to think about stupid stuff. It’s when he’s thinking about relationships that he sees you a few steps in front of him. Sometime later, he would brag and say it was love at first sight, that there was magic in the air, but for now, Noya yells your name, attempting to catch up to you.

“Hey, uh, Y/N!”

He stumbles at the sudden turn and glare you give him.

You are used to this. The constant teasing and fake confessions. The phony I love yous and begs to go on a date. They were never serious. Each time, you tried to let it roll off your back, but sometimes it really did get to you.

Nishinoya didn’t seem like one of those types, but after three proposals of a date today, you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone someone you barely knew. Though you did feel bad when he stumbles in response to your stare.

You watch as he slows to jog. “Do you need—?”

“No.” You cut him off quickly, and turn to leave almost immediately.

“Wait, hold on!” Noya laughs a little, though it was more nerves than anything. You never really stood out to him in class or around the school due to the uniform, but now that it was Saturday night, he noticed you. “I, uh… I like your outfit.” Why was he feeling this way? Noya wanted to hit himself over the head, forget this ever happened.

“Um, thanks?” You aren’t used to a legitimate compliment. Half of you still thinks someone’s hiding around the corner with a phone on record or something. Before you could say anything, Nishinoya does manage to get out his previous question.

“Do you need a walk home?”

No, you don’t. You know this, but something about Noya’s awkward movements, the way he stares at the ground… “Sure, I guess. If you’re also going this way.”

This nighttime walk home quickly became the routine for the two of you.

Three weeks later, there’s a knock at your door on Saturday morning. When you open it, you’re surprised to see Noya there. He’s still a little awkward around you, no matter how long the pair of you have actually been walking home together. This is the first time you’ve seen each other in daylight, and Noya’s quick to speak.

“Y/N, I just wanted to ask… Do you want to… I don’t know, go somewhere today? You can choose! I just figured since I didn’t have practice tonight that maybe you’d still want to hang out, I guess.”

You watch him for a moment, waiting for the punchline. Noya speaks again, on the verge of rambling.

“If you don’t, then that’s okay. Or if you’re still going to work on some group project or something at the school and want me to walk you home still, I guess I could still show up, or—.”

“Noya.”

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m one of those guys that do that… thing or whatever, because I’m not! I think I could be really, I guess, good for you? If that makes sense—.”

“Noya!” You finally reach out and grab his hand. Boy, does that shut him up. “I can be ready in the afternoon if you want to go get something to eat. Does that work?” He nods, and a few seconds of silence pass before you suddenly realize you’re still holding his hand. You pull away gently. “I’ll see you at noon, okay?”

Nishinoya finally comes to his senses. “Uh, sure! I’ll be here.”

As the libero walks away from your house and down the street, Tanaka comes out from around the corner, looking expectantly. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Noya says, a huge grin on his face. “I wooed them, of course! As expected of me.” He laughs, jogging on ahead, and Tanaka doesn’t have the heart to say he saw it all from the distance. He shakes his head slightly, before running to catch up with his best friend.

“Oi, Noya! Don’t think you’re getting out of the team run later just because you’re going out with your crush!” He yells, laughing as he attempts to catch up with him.

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