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shokopan · 1 year

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3:15 . K. TSUKISHIMA

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader - cw: cursing genre: fluff

note: reader has hair at a length that tsukishima can play w/, but hair texture isn’t explicitly stated

also hi sorry for ghosting u all for so long but i’m alive and here’s an old fic :D

“aren’t you supposed to be a tsundere?”

“huh? where’d you get that from, idiot?” tsukishima scoffs, setting his book on the nightstand by his bed before peering down at you.

you’re sprawled out on his bed, head laying on his lap as you continue scrolling through your phone with a knowing smile, “i don’t know, you just look like you’re supposed to be a tsundere. Like how you always hiding how you actually feel under all that snarky remarks,”

tsukishima lets out a faint snort as he listens to you speak, carefully brushing strands of hair from your face with feather-light touches. he coils the lock around his finger before untangling the strand, watching it fall and join the pool of hair splayed near your head. you smile softly, tossing your phone aside and stretching your arms up to cup his face. he obliges, resting his chin gently on the palms of your hand as you continue, “like you always call me idiot, but look at you right now, kei. you’re so fucking soft,”

hearing this, his ears heat up, face turning a brilliant rouge as he instantly retracts and retorts, “no i’m not,”

“yeah, you are,” you laugh, flopping your now empty hands onto your sides as he sighs and repositions your palms for him sit his chin back on them. he rolls his eyes as you let out another string of laughter, “kei, you’re so soft, you can’t tell me otherwise after what you just did,”

“i just didn’t want to see that stupid pout again,” he grumbles, shifting his face so that his cheek was resting against the smooth of your hand and facing away from you. tsukishima sighs, sensing the smug grin on your face without even needing to catch as he reluctantly pivots back to meet your gentle gaze with a halfhearted roll of his eyes before averting them, “but fine, maybe i am soft, or a tsundere, or whatever the fuck,”

“but does it really matter? i love you and you know that,” he whispers, clasping his fingers around your wrist and moving it away as he tips down to place a delicate kiss on your lips, successfully leaving you stunned.

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salmonmakiii · 4 years

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Hello there!! Can I get a time stamp of 5:32 with husband Tsukki? All fluff please! Thank you so much

I hope this is fluffy enough?? Cuz this is literally crack for me JKHDJSDHJSD and A VERY LATE HEADS UP that most of my stories (especially if ya’ll requested husband!character) has manga spoilers!!

[05:32]

About : Tsukishima x reader Note : This legit happened to me a few days ago and I freaked out. Fluff??? Crack???? Forgive me if there’s any mistakes!

You let out a yawn, but you didn’t stop brushing your teeth in front of the bathroom mirror and your husband stared at you. Your eyes had bags under them and they were a little dark too, your head bopped a little from time to time, a gesture that he knows too well that you were tired. Tsukishima had picked you up from work at 11.

He was worried when you told him you’re going to be home late. You’ve been working so hard lately for the past few days and you even used your day off yesterday only to come back at 10.

“Did he give you a day off tomorrow?” He asked, still brushing his teeth. You didn’t move, your eyes were now closed as you slowly nod your head, letting out a quiet hum.

“Good.” He said, spitting out the toothpaste and washing it with water.

He should be, anyways. He thought, a frown visible on his brows.

Tsukishima is known for his saltiness to people. When you first started dating, you noticed that he’s especially salty to his friend Hinata and Kageyama when he invited you to hang out with his friends. Even so, you knew deep down that he may still have an ounce of respect for the two. But this time, he despises your boss. He hates your boss so much.

Your boss was the ‘spontaneous’ type; They’ll suddenly give you tons of paperwork without warning, would give you unplanned events, and would suddenly call for you outside of your work hour. Tsukishima knew that this is what you signed up for. Being the CEO’s secretary is hard work. But even he knows when to draw the line.

This morning was one of those times where your boss would suddenly call you to the office on your day off. Tsukishima luckily had the noon shift so he was able to escort you to your office that morning. Your boss was already waiting outside the building where Tsukishima had dropped you off. You gave Tsukishima thanks as you got out of the car, what confuses you was that your husband was taking his seatbelt off.

You heard your name being called and you turned around to greet your boss. Surprisingly, Tsukishima was beside you, his hand around your shoulder as he stared at your boss.

“Good morning, (Y/n)-san. Glad you could make it. Let’s get started, shall we?” Your boss said, completely ignoring Tsukishima beside you. Being married to him for quite a while, you knew when your husband’s aura would change. You nod your head at your boss and they began walking back into the building. You reached for his hand and tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek.

“It’ll be fine, Kei. Stop glaring daggers at my boss.” You giggled. Tsukishima sighed and gave you a good stare.

“If you’re feeling tired. Call me to pick you up and tell your boss right away.” He emphasized the word in disgust. You chuckled once more and nodded your head.

That morning, Tsukishima gave your forehead a peck and a kiss to your lips as a bonus. Both are very rare for him to do in public. Because of that rare phenomenon, you decided to use that as your serotonin boost for your today’s work.

But maybe it wasn’t enough, since you came back from work looking like a zombie. You almost scared Tsukishima when he came to get you. And now here you were, being led by Tsukishima to the bedroom, he’s afraid you might bump into something with that sleepy eyes of yours.

Tsukishima carefully laid you down on the bed, he turned off the lights as you get under the blankets. He rounded to his side of the bed and sighed as he plopped down. You instinctively reached for your husband and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Tsukishima sighed as he faced the ceiling, your body in his arms.

“How’s your work today?” You asked, voice dripping with sleep.

“It was fine. There were lots of kids from schools, though.”

“That’s nice…”

“They were loud. There were two of them that reminded me of Kageyama and Hinata, too.” You giggled tiredly on his chest and you let out a sigh.

“That must’ve,” You yawned, “bring back memories, huh?”

“Unpleasant ones,” He groaned and you chuckled once more, nuzzling to his chest.

You mumbled something to Tsukishima but he didn’t catch what you were talking about. He was about to ask you but stopped himself when he saw your steady breathing, your eyes closed and your mouth a bit agape. He took off his glasses and put it on the nightstand beside him carefully, so not to wake you. He pulled the covers further up your body to protect you from the cold as he pulled you closer, his position now hugging you close to him. He stared at you for a second, a smile on his lips and his eyes slowly came to a close.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tsukishima was enjoying his sleep when he felt you rustling out of his hold. His eyes slowly flutter open and saw you stumbling out of the bed. His eyes were squinted due to his poor eyesight and his right arm supported his body.

“Where are you going?” He asked, voice raspy.

“I’m just going to get a drink.” He nodded at your answer as he laid back on his pillow. Tsukishima let out a sigh before looking at the window. The curtains emitting a soft glow, meaning that the sun had risen. He reached for his phone, pressing the power button to look at the screen. He put it back on the nightstand and laid back, eyes closed as his body faced the ceiling.

05:32… I have practice at… 9? I think… the museum-

His thoughts abruptly stopped when he heard you yelling out his name. His eyes shot open and his body sat up straight in an instant, he looked at the slightly opened the door and heard you yelling his name once more. His feet swung to the edge of the bed and he reached for his phone and glasses. He ran outside his room, already wearing his glasses as he held his phone, ready to call someone if needed as he rushed to the kitchen.

When he arrived there he saw you standing on top of a chair, he was genuinely confused as you froze in place.

“What's wrong?” he asked. You whipped your head towards your husband and relief washed over you.

“K-Kei, th-there’s a huge spider,” You said, voice a bit trembling.

Tsukishima’s face immediately went blank. He wanted to ask “THAT’S why you yelled?” but he couldn’t bear the terrified look on your face and decided to set the teasing for later.

Tsukishima sighed loudly and scratched his head. He walked over to your figure, his eyes asking “where” you pointed to the counter near where the glasses were hung up. Tsukishima carefully walked towards the spot and he indeed saw a spider. It wasn’t that huge but it wasn’t a small one either.

Tsukishima mentally gulped when he saw the creature, he’s not afraid of spiders but he most definitely prefer not to engage with the said creature. Tsukishima was about to take another step towards it but he jumped when you snaked your arms around his neck and your feet around his waist.

“Ah- what the- what are you doing?” He asked, turning his head to his shoulder to look at you. He was whisper-yelling, thinking that the spider might move if he was noisy.

“I don’t want that thing suddenly jumping towards me when you try to catch it!” You followed his hushed tone as your grip on him tightens.

“What if it jumps towards us? What happens then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at your logic.

“Then we die together, easy.” You shrugged.

Your husband groaned and straighten up his back so you wouldn’t fall.

“Fine, but I’m not holding you up.”

“Yessir!” With that, you made sure that your grip was secure.

Tsukishima took a deep breath as he slowly and carefully made his way towards the spider. He picked up a cup that was far from it and held it firmly in his hand. You watched from his shoulder as he lifted the glass, his steps still steady and once he was close enough, he quickly put the bottle on top of the spider, trapping it. You and Tsukishima both sighed in relief.

You climbed down his tall body and sat on the chair you once stood on while Tsukishima went to get something thin enough to slide it under the cup. Once he did, he carefully escorted the spider outside and when he came back inside, he saw you still slumped in your chair, your head tilted to the back a little.

“A ‘Thank you’ would be nice,” He said, hovering over you. You opened your eyes and grinned sheepishly.

“Thank you, my brave and amazing husband.” You exaggerated. Tsukishima rolled his eyes, he puts a finger to your forehead, applying pressure. But he suddenly retracted his finger and replaced it by placing his palm on your forehead.

“You’re burning.” He said. You straighten your back and stared at him confused, his palm still on your forehead.

“I am?”

That jerk. Tsukishima scowled.

“Yes. Did that boss of yours over-worked you or something? Does he even know how to properly run-“

“Woah, woah, sea salt, calm down.” You chuckled, “I have a day off anyway, I can rest.” You shrugged.

Tsukishima felt pity looking at your tired eyes, not to mention the eyebags under it. He sighed and took out his phone as he began typing.

“What are you doing?” You asked,

“I’m telling my teammates that I won’t be attending practice today.”

“Huh? Why not?”

Tsukishima looked at you and flicked your forehead.

“To take care of you, idiot.”

You rubbed the stinging spot on your forehead and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then what about your work?”

“I don’t think I have a shift today, so I’ll be fine.”

“But you’ll get sick if you stay here!”

“We live together, dummy. It’s not like the first time one of us gets sick anyways.”

Feeling like you lost – not a surprise – the debate with your husband, your lips jutted out, eyebrows knitted together.

“What’s with that face?” He asked, putting his phone on the table.

“I was just thinking that if you don’t have work, you should at least go practice. I know how important it is to you-“

“You want to get rid of your husband that badly, huh?” he cut you off with a smirk, “Well getting rid of me ain’t easy.” Tsukishima walked towards you and ruffled your hair, messing it up even more. He snorted and went to the fridge as he took out some ingredients.

“Now go wash up, you stink.” He ordered. You stood up from your seat and stuck your tongue at him. But once you faced the other way, you couldn’t help the little fluttery feeling in your chest and the soft smile that appeared on your lips.

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t0shii · 3 years

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i said i was going to request something but i’m not creative😭😭 idk just angst to fluff, like feeling insecure (?) perhaps because they’re pro vb athletes and there’re a lot of girls that don’t respect us and then we get sad and start thinking that maybe we’re not enough to them?

idek if this is good, so ofc you don’t have to write it is you feel uncomfortable or unmotivated bby!! but if you do decide to do it, could you include oikawa, tsukki and sakusa? also, tysm in advance <333

% their fans disrespect you

.! timeskip! oikawa, tsukishima, sakusa (sep) x f!r

.! fluff/ not proofread

.! yess! ty sm for the request my love!

oikawa

- i hc that oikawa and his fans get along 😩

- so most of them respect ur relationship

- but ofc there are some fans who wanna be ugly

oikawa frowns at the group of fans outside his car, though not all of them are yelling nasty things about you there was one particularly loud girl who would not shut up about how he should be with her instead of you. honestly it seems that he's more upset over the girl than you are and luckily the other fans around shut her up before the two you exit the vehicle.

just like always, oikawa takes pictures with the small group, signs autographs, etc. until the girl from earlier appears in front of him "oikawa, can i get a picture please?" she beams, ignoring your existence. he quirks an eyebrow before chuckling, "no." the other fans quiet down immediately, "w-what?" "i said no, i will not take a picture with you. had you respected my girlfriend earlier, i would've said 'yes'. so no, i will not take a picture with you. i hope you learn to treat others with respect in the future."

tsukishima

- god he usually just ignore his fans in general when he goes out because he hates that they crowd around

- but this time they just really were not respecting your personal space

- is so angry omg pls he cannot stand that they're all over you

all he wanted was to spend his one day off with you, all he wanted was one peaceful date with you- but he can't be famous and happy can he? especially when his fans are crowding around the both of you like puppies to a treat. his grip on your hand tightens as he tries he best to lead you away from the group of fans. he wasn't entirely sure what made him more uncomfortable, the fact that they were invading your personal space or the extremely personal questions they were asking you about him, finally he couldn't take it anymore.

"please get away from my girlfriend!" he shouts, it has the whole group freezing in place immediately. "please go away, dear god. can my girlfriend and i not go on a date in peace? don't you people have something better to do?" he takes advantage of the moment and pulls you out of the crowd, leading you away. "i'm sorry i had to raise my voice." he mumbles once you're both far enough away from the crowd, "no kei, you did the right thing. they were out of line." "but i don't enjoy raising my voice in front of you." he sighs. "don't worry about it kei, let's just have fun on our date hm?"

sakusa

- isn't too active on social media so he doesn't really see the amount of hate you get there

- it wasn't until atsumu brought it up that he decided to see for himself

- is horribly angry when he sees all the nasty comments under your posts

"i just don't get why you didn't tell me, why'd i have to find out through atsumu?" he seethes "omi, i just didn't want you to worry about them, besides i don't care about they think anyways." you argue, "well, i care." he huffs, basically deflating. "i don't like that they say mean things about you" he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist, "i know omi, but honestly i don't care about them. the comments don't bother me." he nods against your shoulder.

"would you tell me if they starting getting to you?" "of course i would, baby." "does it really not bother you?" "hm it did at first, but then i saw so many other fans defending me, and i realized that i only really care about what you think about me, not some jealous fan girls." you chuckle, running a hand through his hair, "and besides, i'm the real winner because i have you." he hides his face into the crook of hour neck, "i guess so." "mhm so stop worrying so much kiyoomi." "alright." "okay." "i love you, y/n, so much." "i love you so much more, omi."

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haik-choo · 3 years

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canon: tsukishima has a pet bearded dragon named paul in college that he originally got as a joke but has now fell in love with him. sometimes he skips class just be hang out with paul. tsukki loves paul. paul loves tsukki.

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oh-my-may · 4 years

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Tsukishima with a s/o who steals his jackets

requested: can i request tsukishima headcanons when his short fem!s/o steal his jacket as a blanket to nap around and sometimes she wears it, sorry for my bad english by the way :(

This is such a cute request, my heart <333

Since you were a lot smaller than your boyfriend, you always felt especially safe in his clothes. They surrounded your body like a big blanket, all fluffy and warm and his scent lingered in your nose the entire time.

You just couldn’t help yourself. Whenever you saw one his jackets or hoodies or shirts laying around, you had to take it and either put it on or place it over your body somehow, use it as a pillow. It was like your safe place, a small little paradise.

One day you were at volleyball practice with him on a saturday. The general mood was very energetic and productive, you helped the managers out with observing the boys and throwing them balls. In the afternoon there was a big buffet, everybody brought something to it and then there was a small time for resting before the boys got back to work.

You sat back down in the gym on a bunch of mats, Tsukkis hoodie placed under your head and nuzzled to your neck. You breathed in his soothing scent and stroked the fluffy fabric on the inside of the sweater and before you knew it, you dozed off and it almost felt like your boyfriend was right next to you.

You woke up again when someone was softly nudging your shoulder and you hesitantly blinked, until you realized you were not at home and you were not laying in a familiar bed but in the gym of your school. You immediately sat up with widened eyes and were greeted by your boyfriends amused expression, though the smile on his lips was a lot softer than usual.

“You know, you could have just said that you were tired instead of falling asleep here on my hoodie. I was looking for it for a good 5 minutes.” he said with his eyebrows raised as he took the bright fabric from your hands.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you pout and looked at him with big eyes, but he just shrugged seemingly indifferent. “There was no need to.” But the look he gave you said something different. As you just kept on looking at him he pulled you a bit closer and softly stroked your hair for a second. “But you also looked a bit too cute, I guess.” And you can’t hide the smile you have on your face.

You see this as an invitation to take his clothes more often afterwards and he will just let you be. Whenever you’re at his place you just always go to his wardrobe first thing and then take one of his hoodies to wear around the house.

He doesn’t say anything about it anymore, but his eyes always linger longer on your figure and there’s a small smile on his lips when you nap on his bed wearin one of his shirts. It just looks so big on your small body and the way you look so peaceful while sleeping with your hair falling into your face makes his heart go crazy.

Also when he cuddles and hugs you while you have his clothes on you notice that his grip on you gets a little tighter and you nuzzle your head into his chest a little more.

Especially when you’re knocked out somewhere and you placed his jacket over your body so you have a blanket he can’t help but just stare for a few seconds because you’re so small? He needs to protect you at all costs. How can a human being be so small? His jacket literally is enough for your entire body when you’re curled up and Tsukishima can’t understand how people as small as you can even exist.

Anyways, a really soft boy when he sees you wear his stuff. Will slightly blush the first few times you do it and the team will not stop teasing him about it. They know you’re his weak spot and they will not let him hear the end of it.

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kitakitsune · 3 years

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with you always

kageyama.t

genre: kageyamaxreader { angst, fluf end }

warnings: foul language, accident but nothing serious tho

requested by: @NACHOTRASH Hi! I would like to request an angst fic where the reader gets into a fight with any of the karasuno boys and ends up in an accident after running away. You can choose anyone who you like! Thanks

You and Kageyama were best friends since you could remember. You know everything about him, from his favourite food to his habit, and his love for volleyball. You watched him whenever he plays and always support him in every game. For you, he's an important person you hold very dearly, and you can't bring yourself to be far away from him.

You do realise he was not the kind of person who can show their affection openly. Sometimes he seems harsh on his words and action, but you know he doesn't mean it. Or that's what you wanted to believe. Ever since he plays for his volleyball team in junior high, he seems different. He turns colder and distances himself from everyone, including you.

But being the most loyal friend you are, you never leave him. You continue to support him, and it is also you who suggest him to enter Karasuno High. He disagrees and chooses Shiratorizawa instead, but luck was on your side. He didn't pass the entrance test, which forces him to sign up for Karasuno.

"it's okay, Tobio-kun. Don't you know Karasuno used to have a strong team before? The Little Giant is the former Ace of Karasuno volleyball team! Isn't that cool!?" you try to boost his spirit, and it works. After you both enter Karasuno, he immediately applies for the volleyball team.

You are glad that despite the bad memories in Junior High, he still wants to play volleyball. But it seems like he can't get along well with the other first years, especially Hinata and Tsukishima. You notice and try to help him, just like what you used to do, hoping you could calm him and makes him be friends with the other. Sadly, it didn't go as you've planned.

"Shut up (y/n)!! You wouldn't understand. You should try and get a new friend and stop nagging me. You're too clingy." He glares at you. You are startled by this and didn't expect him to react this way.

"I-I'm just-" before you can continue he cut you off harshly, "What?, You're just trying to help me? It's not even your problem. Get lost (y/n) you can't help me." He continues his practice and ignores you.

Being startled by his behaviour, you decide to leave him alone. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." The next morning he came to you to apologise. You forgive him, but you can't forget about yesterday's event. Gladly, Kageyama and Hinata find a way to get along with each other and surprisingly, they make great teamwork.

Seeing them together makes you think about what Kageyama has said to you before, you need new friends. You were always hiding behind Kageyama, always tagging close to him. Maybe that's why he finds you annoying. But you were never the type to socialise.

You sit alone when Kageyama is practicing or when he's with his volleyball team, just like today. You sat at the bench near the gym building, waiting for Kageyama to finish his practice. You see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi walking out of the gym, they saw you and approach you. Yamaguchi, the sweetest one of the two, greets you.

"Hi (y/n)! What are you doing here?" you are surprised as to how did he know your name. Without your permission, Tsukishima answer for you. "Can't you see Yamaguchi? she's waiting for the King!" you smile at them, "How do you know Tsukishima-san?" He looks at you and pushes his glasses up to his nose. "You are always sticking with him, like a baby duck following its mother."

"Tsukki, you don't need to be that blunt towards her." Yamaguchi tries to defend you. Instead of being offended, you laugh at him. "It's kinda true. Maybe I should try to find new friends." Tsukishima scoffed at you. "You can be our friends (y/n), right Tsuki?" Yamaguchi asks his salty friend. "Sure, whatever."

Since then, the three of you have been hanging around quite often. Now you have friends to sit together at lunch. When Kageyama take extra time to practice with Hinata, you went home together with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. Everyone seems to notice this, including Kageyama.

At first, he didn't mind it at all. He was glad that you have other people to hang around with beside him. That way, you won't be nagging him too much. But then he realizes, you both never talk to each other that much anymore, and it makes him quite annoyed.

Today you decide to watch the team practicing. When the coach told them to take a break, you gave Tsukishima and Yamaguchi their water and forgot about Kageyama. Kageyama seems to notice this and looks at you. Tsukishima mocks him "Are? Did the King get forgotten once again?" You didn't mean to forget him and try to explain it to him, but he wouldn't listen.

"What are you even doing in here? Can't you see we're practicing? Didn't I tell you to stop being annoying?" You don't understand what makes him so worked up like this, but you have had enough. You can't stand him being like this.

"I wouldn't forget you if you cared about me. All you ever did was ignore me or didn't take me seriously. I can't stand you anymore! It's always you who got mad easily and apologize the next day like it was nothing. I can't forgive you all the time, you know?"

You can't hold your tears anymore and runs out of the gym. Seeing this, Yamaguchi quickly following you behind wanting to calm you down. Tsukishima walked towards Kageyama and pulled his collar "What the fuck did you do you asshole!?!!"

"What are you doing? Get off me!" Kageyama said, getting ready to punch him. "What's wrong with you?? Do you even realise you always leave her alone? And now you have the nerves to snap at her like that?" The two continue to argue when Yamaguchi suddenly came with an anxious expression. "Guys!! (y/n)! she got into a car accident!!" Everyone went out instantly and hurriedly take you to the hospital.

You open your eyes and stay still. You feel dizzy, and your back is hurting. "You're awake (y/n)." A gentle voice greets you. You look to your left and find Kageyama standing close to you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please forgive me." he lowers his head and cries silently. You wave your hand to him, telling him to get closer.

He bends down, and you hug him. "It's okay, Tobio-kun. I already forgave you." you hug him tighter and pats his back. Your action only makes him cries harder until he stops and wipes his tears. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)." he keeps apologizing, you find it cute how he resembles the child version of himself. "You can stop apologizing Tobio-kun. "

Ever since then, he always stays close to you. He walked you to school and went home together with you. Eating lunch with you, and never let you wait for him when he has extra practice. He promises to himself never leave you again because he can't stand the thought of him losing you, wanting to be with you always.

-end-

notes: Another request!! took me too long to write this but finnaly i can finnished it! Hope you like it :)

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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I JUST PUT ON LIP GLOSS

req

character/s: tsukishima kei x f!reader, iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, miya osamu x f!reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: none

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tsukishima kei is petty. so when you reel back from his kiss, he instantly frowns with an eyebrow raised and a look of disbelief. how dare you shy away from his kiss? you laugh dismissively, bringing a small mirror up higher to admire your reflection, lightly touching up your face. "sorry, babe. i just put on lip gloss." he stares at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and scoffing, annoyed. you think nothing of it until later when you try to cling onto his arm and nuzzle to his side and he all but peels himself away from you. you pout. tsukishima gives you a mocking, childish look. "sorry, babe i just put on cologne. i don't want you rubbing on the scent." "that doesn't make any sense," you laugh. he narrows his eyes at you before clicking his tongue and looking away. "well since i can't kiss you, you shouldn't be able to touch me," he grumbles. but his eyes widen in surprise when you quickly stand on the tips of your toes to place a fat, juicy kiss on his cheek, giggling manically at your antics. he frowns, feeling the stickiness but you stand to place more kisses all over his face. "alright, alright! damn," he pushes you away, palm on your face. "fine, i get it. you can stop being annoying now." you happily skip towards him, successfully hooking your arms together while you watch him struggle to wipe it off. you did offer him makeup wipes after a good few minutes of him struggling.

iwaizumi hajime cannot get his hands off of you especially when you look that good. he can barely wait for you to get settled in his passenger seat so that he could finally kiss those sweet lips of yours. to his disappointment, you gently push him off and smile apologetically. "why, what's the matter, angel?" he asks, puzzled. he watches you reach for the sun visor, flipping it open to peak at your reflection in the tiny mirror, fluffing up your hair and lashes a little bit. "i just put lip gloss on," you giggle, eyes still trailed on the mirror above your head. in a swift motion, he clasps your cheeks between his hand and turns your head to face him. he leans in to give you a kiss which startles you at first but melt into nonetheless. you point to his now shiny lips when you pull away, a wide smile etched on your face. “how do i look?” he jokes before reaching for some tissues to wipe off the gloss smeared all over his mouth. “pretty,” you chirp, tilting your head to the side to admire him. “i can’t promise i won’t mess up your lip gloss again. you look too pretty to resist.” he gives you a brief side glance, winking at you and sporting a boyish grin before he drives off. you sink further into your seat as you feel your cheeks heat up with his remarks.

miya osamu is petty (2). the bell rings as you enter the restaurant and he’s practically pouncing on you, not even thinking about how a customer could walk right through the door at any second. he tries to kiss you but you explain to him you don’t want to mess up your lips. he frowns at you, a childish pout ever so slightly noticeable on his lips. “your vanity is more important than my kisses?” he challenges overdramatically, wrapping two strong arms around you. “yes,” you chuckle, earning a whine from him. he leans his head on your shoulder. “please, just one,” he tries again, lifting his head up and mustering the cutest puppy dog eyes as he juts his lips out. you stick your tongue out, causing him to push himself off of you with a huff. “fine, but don’t think i would serve you any onigiris for that.” your mouth gapes open in disbelief. “what? if you don’t want to kiss me, you must not want to eat,” he smirks triumphantly, watching you make a fuss. he throws a white towel over his shoulder, making his way back into the kitchen. “nooo,” you whine padding after him. “i’ll give you kisses, i’m sorry.” you feel him chuckle as you press your cheek against his back and barely wrap your arms around his torso. he could almost see you pout even with his back turned to you. “good.” he turns to face you, plopping his black baseball hat onto your head before giving you a smug kiss.

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Hey bestie!! I was wondering if I can have Tsukishima + 11:11 pm + angst to fluff?? Love you lots!<3

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tsukishima _ 11:11 pm + angst to fluf

You don't remember the last time you walked the streets alone at night. You didn't think there was a time to remember. But you couldn't sit still in your apartment as you watch your boyfriend, well, your ex-boyfriend, fall in love with another, his smiles more genuine and his eyes more sincere towards your replacement. You felt happy for him, someone else is giving him what he needed, what you could never give him, but you couldn't help feel the massive hole inside you, like there was something missing.

The day he ended things with you was a day you could honestly forget. Nothing happy to look back on the relationship, only freezing memories that kept you from living your life. Maybe this was for the best, you two being apart, because when Kei, the person you trust most in the world pulls up to the sidewalk where you stand, getting out of his car and opening the passenger door open, gently placing you inside before handing you your favorite coffee in plans of taking some time to talk, the void in your heart feels less...empty.

When he places his hand carefully, thoughtfully on your arm, using his thumb to stroke small circles on your skin as you silently tear up, turning your head away so he can't see your vulnerable state. He's seen it before, but you can't help but feel stupid, crying about a relationship to him. He knew this, and mumbled little nothings to you to gather your attention, making you look in his genuine eyes. They told you it was okay. It was okay to cry, to have these feelings, to be angry. He helped you heal.

And two and a half years later when you come home and see your boyfriend waiting on the couch for you, you forget an emptiness even existed. All that existed was content, finally being with your other half.

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tooruluv · 3 years

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Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader ( part 7 ) [ final ]

❝ they were the sun and moon, destined to be together but only ever totally meeting once every hundred years or so. ❞

description: in a world where you only see color when you're in love, you've grown frustrated of the greyscale. but falling in love with someone you barely know was never something you planned. and, him not returning the feelings definitely wasn’t planned.

genre: soulmate au... except not quite. everyone is born colorblind. you can only see color once you fall in love (and it grows brighter until you see full color as the love grows). however, that doesn't ensure a lasting connection. it simply means that love exists in that moment, until it doesn't.

word count: 1,879

warnings/notes: that’s all folks!! thank you all for reading and leaving feedback on this one <3 it was my first time writing a soulmate au so i hope it was okay for the most part fsjklhalfkh anyway! enjoy and please leave feedback <3

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“ if you could only see how blue her eyes could be.. ” - if you could only see, tonic

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You decided to keep your distance. You couldn’t be his friend when your heart continued to be shattered at a measly “no”.

As he walked you home in silence that night, you considered a thousand different ways to get rid of the colors. To get rid of the love you had for him.

It was incredibly toxic, you thought, to continue to be friends with a boy your heart pined for.

You still volunteered with the Karasuno team. It was a bit strange, though, because you would do your best to either stay behind with Hinata and Kageyama, or you would leave with Ukai. Anything to get you out of walking with Tsukki and Yamaguchi.

Hinata was the first one to notice that things weren’t the same (always the observant one).

“Did something happen with you and Tsukki?” He asked you after practice as the both of you cleaned up the last of the volleyballs.

“I can see color, and he can’t.” You confided.

“We knew that.”

You chuckled, considering if you should tell him. In the end, you figured “what’s the harm?”, so you said, “We kissed. And even after that, he still couldn’t see color.”

He audibly gasped. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

“It is not your place to be sorry.” You fluffed his hair. “Are you all done for the night?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Staying away from Tsukishima was harder than you anticipated.

He was in your class, he had lunch the same time, he was on the team you voluntarily helped with. Everywhere you went, he seemed to be there.

“Do you really think the colors will finally go away?” Haru asked you.

You three were sitting at a picnic table at lunch. It had been almost a week of avoiding the boy and the colors were still as vibrant as ever. You figured falling out of love would be harder than falling into it.

“I hope so.”

At the same time, Tsukki and Yamaguchi walked by. They both looked your direction, and you only exchanged a small look with Yamaguchi.

“They miss you.”

“I know.” You returned to your food, no longer hungry. “I miss them, too.”

One day at Blu, Tsukishima had come in with only sweatpants and a hoodie on. He seemingly just woke up and rushed out without thinking much of it.

You thought he looked handsome no matter his attire.

“What can I get for you today, Kei?” You asked in your usual customer service voice.

He didn’t glance at you as he ordered his usual black coffee.

You were about to punch it into the register when he added, “And a blueberry muffin.”

“I heard that blueberry muffins are actually purple.” You offered as conversation. Not that you knew what either of the colors looked like.

“That’s stupid.” was his reply.

After a month of avoiding the boy, you were growing frustrated. The colors hadn’t even dimmed, let alone left. They were still bright and loud.

It was like a taunt every time you woke up.

You shoved an (obnoxious) bright yellow shirt on as you cleaned your room. It was an old softball practice shirt that you found in the bottom of your drawer. You had no idea back then how incredibly bright a lot of your clothes were. Why did your mother let you leave the house?

It was a weekend, and you figured that cleaning your space would also help in clearing your mind. Putting on the shirt was your way of saying “fuck you” to the colors.

As you blasted music, a knock on your door interrupted.

“What did you do to her?” Yamaguchi asked Tsukishima the day after the kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“You did something to her.” He crossed his arms. “What did you do? She won’t talk to either of us, like I have some part of whatever fucked up shit you did.”

“I…” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses. “I kissed her. Well. We kissed.”

Yamaguchi nodded, thoughts processing. “Then you rejected her again right after, didn’t you?”

“Am I supposed to lie?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “But you’ve been doing that a lot, huh?”

The knocking on your door persisted, and you eventually gave in and answered.

With a hard swing of the door, you sighed, very irritated, “What?”

Kei Tsukishima stood in front of you, hand still above your head in an attempt to knock again. His eyes made contact with yours. Those golden fucking eyes.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“No shit.”

“Why?”

“Why?” You scoffed incredulously. “You’re kidding, right? Why am I avoiding you?”

“Yeah.” Tsukki seemed sincerely confused as he shoved his hands back into his pockets. “What did I do?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You shook your head, looking away from his eyes.

He said, “It isn’t like I’ve lied to you.”

“That’s true. You’ve been brutally honest.”

“Then.. why are you avoiding me?” Tsukki tried to catch your eyes again.

“Because every second with you hurts, Tsukki.” Your frustration echoed in your voice. “Every second that I spend with you is a painful reminder that you don’t and won’t feel the same way about me that I feel for you. And you constantly remind me of that little detail.”

Without a moment of hesitation he said, “Telling you that I don’t love you back should help you. I don’t see what your issue is.”

“You don’t see what my issue is?” You put your hand back on the doorknob. “How’s this: my issue is you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m done, Tsukki.” You met his gaze. “I’m done. I tried to be your friend, I tried to get rid of the stupid colors. But everything I do only makes them worse. And you consistently telling me that you don’t see the same that I do and always being an avid reminder that you don’t love me back… it sucks. And I can’t do it anymore. It’s draining.”

“So you’re going to… what exactly?” His voice got louder. Angrier. “Just forget that I exist and never talk to me, or Yamaguchi, or the team again?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, clearly still pissed off. “That’s the plan.”

You were pissed that he came to your house a month after you stopped talking to him. You were pissed that all of this started with your stupid part time job. You were pissed that he was standing in front of you looking fine as hell. You were pissed that you still saw colors with every waking moment.

You were pissed that you fell into an unrequited love.

“You can’t just…”

“But I can.”

“No, you can’t!” His voice got louder. You could raise your voice, too.

“Yes, I fucking can, Kei.” You told him. “You don’t know how many times that I’ve tried to get rid of these stupid fucking colors. I’m so over looking like an idiot because of the one person who…”

“Can you shut the fuck up for just a second, I can’t even pay attention to what you’re saying with that bright ass yellow shirt you have on.” Tsukki interrupted, grimacing as he looked away.

The entire world froze around you. He seemed to figure out what he said far too late, closing his eyes. Your heart seized in your chest and you felt as though you just got the wind knocked out of you.

“Wh.. what did you just say?” Your eye twitched.

“Hm?” Tsukki turned to you, pretending to be oblivious.

“What did you just say, Tsukki?” You felt tears arriving, but you were forcing yourself to stare at him. “How long have you… How long have you been able to see color?”

“Since I ordered my first black coffee.” He stated. As if it was nothing.

As if it didn’t matter.

“You…” You let the tears free fall down your cheeks. But you laughed. “You could see color this entire time?”

“Just listen…”

“No! No.” You took a step back, putting distance between you and the cause of your heartache. “You just claimed to have never lied to me, yet you’ve been lying to me this entire fucking time.”

He started to say something, perhaps explain himself. But you could barely breathe.

If your heart hadn’t been damaged enough by his constant rejections and painful “no”s, it was completely shattered now.

“You let me believe this entire time that you didn’t feel the same way about me.” You could taste your tears, but ignored it. “For nearly a fucking year, you watched me go through hell. You let me ruin my own heart and let me become frustrated with my own fucking life. You kissed me and then told me that you didn’t love me. You…”

“I love you.” He interrupted, trying to get you to stop yelling.

It was the first time he had said it, and it had slipped past his tongue as if he had been meaning to say it for months.

“I guess it’s a bit late for that.”

You watched as the colors drained from the world. Your focus turned back to the greyscale as if a vacuum sucked every single color that had existed.

The last color you watched dissipate was the gold in his eyes.

fin.

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ivyfics · 6 years

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With Me - Chap 1

He isn’t an evil ghost. No Poltergeist wannabe, no blood-curdling screams in the ungodly hours of the night. Sometimes Tetsurou moves shit around. Writes things on mirrors with soap, but useful things like ‘you’re out of milk’ and ‘the lady next door is peeking when you shower.’

Kuroo haunts his apartment as he pleases, uncaring of who might also be living in it. He's used to watching people come and go. Then moves in Tsukishima Kei.

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Pairing: KuroTsukki Rating: M Chaps: 1/? (May change in the future) Additional Tags: Ghost!Kuroo, Haunted!Tsukishima, Tiniest bit of crack, Future angst

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So Tetsurou was dead. Is dead. Was?

He has a body but it’s fake?

Fitting into a category of the undead variety always messes with his sense of self so he’s going to ignore all of that existential pile of uncertainty and go with ghost.

Ghost describes him well enough. His original physical body is dead, he thinks. There’s very little else that could explain his crossing through solid things and imperceptibility.

That’s just a fancy word to say he’s see-through.

Tetsurou would know, seeing as he finished reading a thesaurus two days ago. An entire thesaurus. The whole thing.

There’s not a lot to do when you’re dead.

Anyway, back to his smokin' hot bod.

Tetsurou has a body now.

Unlike the last one, this one feels different, like adding extra features to a character in a game and trying to figure out how it works. There’s an opacity setting, for one. That was fun to find out. If he concentrates he can pick things up or make himself visible for a second or two.

He isn’t an evil ghost. No Poltergeist wannabe, no blood-curdling screams in the ungodly hours of the night.

Sometimes Tetsurou moves shit around.

Writes things on mirrors with soap, but useful things like 'you’re out of milk' and 'the lady next door is peeking when you shower.'

The apartment he’s staying at—technically, you could call it haunting, but Tetsurou would like to think of himself as more of a roommate than anything—is not the best, but the people in it are decent enough-ish. Old walls with questionable stains make up the surprisingly garish but well-lit hallways, and the landlady changed the locks after his first tenant moved out, so it’s pretty safe.

Given, she changed the locks because she was sure they would come back to steal things, which they did, but Tetsurou digresses.

He might have locked out the previous tenant a time or two but the dude was an ass so he had it coming. The lock is finicky at best and having to wait in a hallway for hours when the key is in the lock but won’t budge was the last straw for the dude after a string of questionable happenings, all courtesy of the live-in undead element of his housing situation.

Being a ghost is pretty okay, but the lack of subtlety means his apartment has a revolving door. One tenant leaves, another arrives. What’s Tetsurou to do, not take advantage of the supernatural prowess he now possesses?

(That’s fancy talk for being super awesome. In a spooky way.)

He’s gone through maybe six in the past year, the last one breaking the record at three weeks before he was moving back out.

Big baby.

Tetsurou’s not expecting anyone so soon, the douchebag not being gone more than two days, but when he’s watching his novela the lock snaps and the hinges on the front door creak, giving way to the terrible dye job the landlady who owns this place has been sporting since he can remember.

She’s stout and her voice is a squeak, rushing over to turn the t.v off right when Federico is telling Luciana that they’re related. Her shirt is this awful shade of yellow that clashes with the orange and purple from her hair.

If Tetsu was still alive he’d offer his services as a hairstylist but at least death brings the benefit of not having to deal with that misery. (Not that her hair could be anything other than a home bleach job.)

Besides that whole thing, there’s what he assumes is the new tenant standing awkwardly by the door. The new dude is tall. He’s blonde, a first when his hair looks that healthy, curling and framing his face. Natural, too, according to his eyebrows. Either that or he can afford a really good stylist.

Karen’s twitchy, moving things around and fluffing out cushions—including the one right behind him, her hand going through Tetsurou before quickly snapping back as if burnt— all while avoiding eye contact with Eye Candy over there.

“The previous tenant vacated quickly,” Tall Dude says in that way that’s not phrased like a question but actually is.

“Ah, yes. He had some–uh, family things to attend to, so he was on his way,” Karen replies, hands wringing together.

Tetsurou snorts. “Yeah. Family stuff. Definitely not scared shitless.”

Black Rims’ mouth curls, eyes fixed on the tiny line of grime by the sink, “Anything weird with the apartment?”

“Oh, well, yes,” Karen tries to shrug, upper lip sweaty, “the water heater tends to be temperamental, no matter how many times I have it fixed. It’s why the price is so...reasonable.”

Tetsurou laughs. “So that’s what we’re calling driving the price down because it’s being haunted now?”

Focusing back on the screen, he narrows his eyes and throws his hand out with a curl. It’s theatrics, mostly. Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean Tetsurou has let go of his penchant for flair. It clicks back to life, Luciana weeping dramatically.

She’s pregnant with Federico’s baby so it’s a logical leap from where he left off.

Tetsurou glances over to Blondie to see his reaction, only to crash on the landlady. “Did you just cross yourself? I’m a ghost, Karen, not a demon. Rude.”

Big Bird interrupts before Karen can try and flub out an excuse for Tetsurou’s antics, “I’ll take it.”

Boxes take up half the wall of the living room, and in this apartment, that’s not saying much. There’s not many, five at most, but they’re stacked neatly and out of the way so at least New Dude is not an absolute slob and Tetsurou won’t have to deal with that entire situation.

Being dead doesn’t make dealing with disgusting laundry and week-old Chinese leftovers on counters any more pleasant.

What Nerd Alert appears to be though, is a lonely loser with no friends.

Is that too harsh?

Tetsurou doesn’t think so but no human contact does tend to make him rough around the edges.

He’s seen many a people move-in and even the lowest, most annoying of them had:

A lot more things.

Like, a lot more emotional things. Knick-knacks and such: photos, mementos, discolored and raggedy stuffed animals that have seen way too much with their dead beady eyes ( Mr. Fuzzle was also haunted, in a good way. Someone’s grandma was definitely a witch of some kind).

Someone to help them move in.

No seriously, you’d be shocked. There was this particularly foul asshole maybe three tenants ago that was just the worst. A flaming pile. He had his elderly aunt do all the heavy lifting for him while he had a beer, and yeah, human trash chute, but the point is even he had someone there.

Stringbean has no one. He’s quiet as he sorts the only two boxes belonging to the bedroom. He’s been at it for the past hour, dusk melting in through the one window the living room can boast. There’s not much to do and Tetsurou gave up on human sightseeing less than a half-hour in, silence pressing on his nerves. The screen’s been on since then but it’s been ignored by the living resident, which Tetsurou can admit is a bit off. When Hipster Pants over there walks to the kitchen to get some water he stands in front of the lit television and gives absolutely no shits about it. Keeps on walking, pulls out a water bottle from one of the boxes, fills it up, and goes back to the bedroom.

Tetsurou is baffled.

He hovers over the back of the couch, bored. There’s not much to do once the six o’clock news flash on the screen. Tetsurou doesn’t pay attention to them, muting the sounds. You care less after you die, he's found.

Low murmuring blends in with voices from the living room, volume low. It piques his interest and starts him into motion. A perk of being a ghost is not having to walk if you don’t want to, so Tetsurou floats. Eiffel Tower is on the phone, spread out on the bed, clothes strewn around him. Black hoodie pulled up, it covers his earphones and Tetsurou swears he’s talking to himself as he folds for a hot minute before he shifts and a white cord peeks through.

Oh, thank God. He’s not a complete loner.

“Aki, it’s okay. I can move in by myself,” Four Eyes says, leaning over to grab another tee to fold, “you can’t help it. It’s fine.” His voice is soft, unhurried and low. He has long fingers, graceful as he does something as mundane as clothes folding. They go through the motions mechanically, leaving neatly folded stacks in their wake. “It’s not a lot. I’m almost done.”

It’s a half-truth at best. Piled around him are the rest of his clothes, taking most of the bed. The rest of the boxes are still packed neatly, labeled Kitchen, Winter Coats, and Books.

Two to three hours’ work at best.

A pretty good attempt to reassure whoever’s on the line.

Natural Blonde sighs, pausing to bring the shirt he’s folding to his forehead for a second, eyes closed.“I’ll be fine on my own. Say hi to mom for me. Bye, Aki.”

It lasts only a moment—whatever it is that he’s doing—slow exhales and shut eyes, before he’s setting it aside and grabbing the next one.

Tetsurou was wrong. New Kid has someone, too. News forgotten, Tetsurou looks at him work through the pile, tracking his fingers all along.

Beanpole is in college.

It says so on the student ID sitting on the kitchen counter. His name is Tsukishima Kei.

It’s a pretty name.

It suits him.

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KuroTsuki HQ - The Black Prince and Moon Knight - Part 1

“We should end this,” Tsukishima sighed, rubbing his temples against his cold palms. Kuroo growled, defensive and not giving into this one-sided decision. “We are not ending this relationship,” emphasis was placed on the word ‘not’ as Kuroo paced himself back and forth on the grass patch. Tsukishima looked up, an angry scowl that smudged his beautiful features. “Then what do you expect us to do? Run away and hide in some old village and live our lives as poor farmers? We can’t just run away from our duties and responsibilities like that for christ’s sake!” The blonde ended his part with a scoff, standing up abruptly and walking off to hide under the ancient oak trees that always never failed to grant them cool shade in times of need. It was a scorchingly humid afternoon, and the weather was clearly not helping his current moody state. Kuroo clicked his tongue, hands behind his back as his paces became even more frantic. A sign that Kuroo was really taking it seriously. Kuroo couldn’t help but think of how wonderful it might be if they could live together, regardless of who or what or where they were. His white collar shirt hugged his skin in just the perfect way, fluffing up slightly at his shoulders and wrists to give him a slightly bigger, manly look. Not that he wasn’t already, it was just the fashion norm these days, and he could not fight the fashion norms, for he never did get his fashion right. The strings that tied the front of his shirt up were hanging loosely to the cloth for dear life, exposing more tanned skin than it probably should. Tsukishima could see the tiny droplets of sweat that had been somehow evenly spread out on his chest. It glistened under the burning rays of the sun whenever Kuroo had turned a certain angle. Silence embraced the couple, until Kuroo groaned and relented, dragging his body to where Tsukishima was standing. Kuroo puffed out a sigh, a rather long and loud one that only irritated the knight even more. “I’m the prince.” Tsukishima stared at the ground, he deemed the wild grass to be more worthy of his attention. Kuroo repeated again, “I am the-” Tsukishima cut in, “And what does that mean?” Kuroo swung his head to face his knight, mouth agape. “What do you mean what does it mean, that means you listen to my orders, that’s what!” Kuroo fumed, serious cat-like eyes flickering dangerously wildly. Tsukishima tapped his fingers against the hilt of his sword, slowly turning to shift his weight on his leather-covered shoulder that was resting on the tree trunk. “But, I cannot fight against your King and Queen either, and neither can you.” Tsukishima raised an eye brow, which made Kuroo fume even more as he struggled to fight against a fact. A fact is a fact, and he could not deny it of its existence. Sometimes he wondered why he was even a royal when he hated rules and the like so much. If he was King right now, he’ll sure as hell rather let the country run loose. After all, he knew this kingdom was one of the most subtle, if not, the most subtle homosapiens to ever exist. Even the neighbouring kingdoms weren’t as 'laid back’ as they were, to put it crudely. Kuroo slid to the ground, hands grasping the earth as he tried to gain a grip back on reality. He really was not thinking about how to solve this issue like a civilised righteous human right now. Tsukishima kneeled down beside him, resting his head against Kuroo’s shoulder and instinctively, Kuroo rested the side of his face on Tsukishima’s head. Warm silence embraced them once more, something much appreciated. “But I still think living together as poor Farmers might be a better choice…” Kuroo whispered, to which Tsukishima told him to shut up and brazenly, he pulled Kuroo’s face towards his own, leaning in to kiss the prince, not wanting to actually hear the words from his lips either. They both knew that if Kuroo wanted it to end, that would really be the end, and neither actually wanted that, despite the blonde’s constant nags to the other party to break it up. Just a soft peck on the lips, nothing more. They both knew they could do nothing more than that. Their hands somehow found each other, interlacing and holding onto each other for dear life. A strong grip, one of calloused cold skin, the other soft and warm. A distant bell rang just as they were both settling into the silence that they both greatly needed. “It is time for me to go,” the prince grimaced, “it looks like she is here.” Tsukishima slightly flinched, ever so small an action that went unnoticed to the currently occupied prince. “Come with me.” Kuroo stood up, dusting his pants and grabbing the jacket from the stone chair that was just in front. Tsukishima followed the Prince, bowing as he did so, a command that he reluctantly accepted. “Yes, my prince.” Tsukishima trailed behind Kuroo, taking the jacket from Kuroo’s outstretched hands as he awaited the knight to put it on for him. “My Prince, you are such a baby,” Tsukishima muttered, sliding on the jacket with skill and ease, patting his shoulders a little. Kuroo scoffed, “that’s no way to talk to a prince, knight.” Tsukishima smirked, “but I was never your typical knight now, remember? No one even knows where I came from.” Tsukishima chuckled, but Kuroo did not. “What’s wrong?” Tsukishima asked, not being able to tell Kuroo’s expression as he faced Kuroo’s back. “My Lady,” Kuroo nodded his head at the beautiful lady who stood before the pair. Smooth blonde hair that rested gently on her bare shoulders that showed off skin that glistened from being almost too white. Her face was comparable to the beautiful porcelain dolls that a doll collector would die to have, her big blue eyes shone with grace and gentleness, a few freckles dusted her cheeks which only accentuated her rosy face. Her gown was beyond describable, it seemed to be made by the finest and best tailor on the globe. It fitted her body perfectly, showing off the beautiful curves of her body. Small flowers were sewn on the front of the dress, sparkly cloth flaring out at her wrists. Tsukishima was stunned. He felt like he was seeing an angel. He turned to look at Kuroo, whose face was completely different from the usual face that greeted people. It was then, that he knew he had to take a step back from the man he loved so much. Understanding overcame the Knight as how could a knight, such as him moreover, possibly fight against a princess who was blessed with such beautiful features? Surely only a blind man will take him under their wings. Maybe, even then… Tsukishima gripped his sword tighter, immediately standing down and kneeling on the ground as he greeted the princess. “My Lady, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The lady took small confident steps forward, a gentle smile on her face. “It is a wonderful delight to see the Prince finally! It is such a sunny day today, isn’t it? Ah, pardon the informality, my name is Renalia Chrononia.” The lady boldly inspected the Prince and the knight beside him as Kuroo shrugged on the rest of his jacket. She lifted her hand and added, “Oh yes, you may rise, dear knight.” She pulled her dress a little, making a cute small curtesy to the Prince, who returned it respectfully, “My name is-” The Princess waved him off, rolling her eyes as she said, “Oh I already know who you are, you’re Kuroo Tetsurou, Prince of Nekoma!” Kuroo chuckled, the deep chuckle that sent shivers down Tsukishima’s spine, “I see you did your homework, my Lady.” The Princess smiled, “Oh I always do. It would be disrespectful for me to not do so,” she waved her hand slightly in the air as Tsukishima stood up, already in his stand-by position beside the Prince. Kuroo decided to introduced his knight to the Princess properly, “this is my knight, Tsukishima Kei, he is the only knight I completely trust my life with.” Tsukishima bowed his head once again and the Princess nodded back, “Hm, I see, he looks like a delight to have around.” A hint of sarcasm that went unnoticed to Kuroo who grinned, “he is.” Tsukishima remained platonic. He had closed his feelings, he knew the outcome. He was sure.

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