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starjaeyun · 1 month

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gatekeeper — tsukishima kei !

— tsukishima assures that he is not embarrassed of dating you, you think otherwise

warning/s : fem! reader, misunderstanding 😁 & a small fight at the beginning, profane language, tinsy bit of angst, fluff & crack from the second half ‘til it ends

note : had this little idea while writing a kageyama drabble so they might be quite similar

“just give up already”

y/n’s tip-toeing came to a stop. seriously? this was the 4th time this week! with an annoyed groan, she turns around, fists clenched, brows furrowed, and it looks as though a tick mark was formed on her forehead. behind her stood her oh so loving boyfriend, tsukishima kei, who somehow always catches her trying to sneak in the volleyball gym.

“oh c’mon kei! why won’t you let me watch your practice?!” tsukishima sighed, “we’ve talked about this” he grumbled, why does she have to be so stubborn?

“don’t talk like those romanticized, toxic boyfriends on wattpad!” y/n hits his arm, which barely does any damage to him, “and don’t act like them as well!”

tsukishima raises a hand to fix his glasses, “are you saying i’m toxic?”

“i never said that! i just said don’t talk and act like—”

“so you’re implying it?”

“well, you’re going to be if you carry on with that bullshit!” tsukishima grows silent and stares at y/n, who had seemed to be reaching the highest point of her annoyed meter, which would then slowly escalate into anger.

after a few seconds of silence, he spoke, “take these, don’t wait for me and go home. cool your head” in each of his hands were his hoodie and an umbrella, which he brought with him on the way to the gym incase it might rain before they’re able to go back to the locker rooms. with y/n giving no sign of taking it, he placed it on her foot and carried on walking past her.

“i don’t understand you” tsukishima comes to a halt, looking back almost immediately upon noticing y/n’s change of tone. crap, was i too harsh?

“why are you acting like that if you’re embarrassed of me?” he couldn’t tell whether she’s sad or angry.

“acting? acting like what? and what do you mean embarrassed?!” his tone immediately gave away his nervousness.

“in school or when you’re with someone else, you avoid and act like you don’t know me but when we’re alone, suddenly you’re taking care of me! make it clear whether you love me or not to save both our time because i am not about to start losing myself for a boy who can’t love me the way i deserve!” it’s clear that she wanted to say more so tsukishima stayed silent. “if you’re going to love me, at least be honest with me! am i embarrassing or not?!”

“of course not!”

“then why?!” it was a miracle that y/n was not crying nor shouting at the moment.

tsukishima fully turns his body this time, “what’s embarrassing is my explanation…” and the mood suddenly lightens.

“TSUKISHIMA, YOU BASTARD!” tanaka and nishinoya’s yelling made tsukishima sigh.

“you call me selfish but keep shimizu-senpai’s sister all to yourself” kageyama grumbles

tsukishima stands still. hands clasped together behind his back and head bowed down. he looks like a child getting a scolding, or how the the freak duo looks whenever daichi catches their slip ups.

nishinoya and tanaka kneels in front of the first year. head bowed down as if they were praising him, and that they are.

“on this day, we honor you. congratulations on getting a shimizu!” they say in unison.

“you’re overreacting” tsukishima simply says.

“nope, i, too, would congratulate you tsukki. no offense, but you’re not exactly the ideal boyfriend” yamaguchi says with a finger under his chin.

“mhm! so you better treat her right tsukishima! she’s like our little sister” sugawara’s smile does not look comforting at all.

“call me if you need help in buying gifts!” daichi volunteers happily.

“and me if you need advice!” asahi adds.

“why are you guys taking my job?” shimizu comments while giggling. “but, i do think that tsukishima is just right for my little sister” she turns to look at her sister who was now playing around with kageyama and hinata, “she’s as chaotic as those two, he’ll be able to handle her. so i trust that i won’t have to worry much?”

“of course” tsukishima didn’t seem like himself at the moment. his eyes seemed to have soften at the sight of his girlfriend. he smiled, though not too obvious.

“why are you smiling like a male lead in a drama?” tanaka teased. and though tsukishima hates expressing his emotions to his teammates, he certainly loves poking their annoyance scale, “because this is what it’s like to love and be loved”

“Why are you making it seem like kiyoko does not love me back! she does love me! right? right?” tanaka gave kiyoko hopeful eyes and received no response aside from her turning around.

“I’m not talking about platonic love”

“WHY YOU—“

“KEI!” apparently, while he successfully annoyed the second year, his girlfriend heard what he said and would definitely never let it go.

“when have you been so sweet?! love and be loved? seriously?!” she bounced up and down, hands on tsukishima’s shoulder for support.

“she’s no different from the freak duo, i’m afraid” sugawara comments and laughs along with the third years.

“but am i really that beautiful that you had to gatekeep me from your entire team?” she laughed, still bouncing, and tsukishima only stood there with his smile never seeming to fade.

“if that were me i’d be receiving his train of insults by now” hinata says, joining the rest of the team as they watched how tsukishima seemed to be a lot softer around y/n.

“you’re such a gatekeeper kei!” she teased, this time, she stopped bouncing and have started poking her boyfriend’s sides.

“that he is! how dare he gatekeep kiyoko-san’s sister?!” tanaka kneeled back down on one knee with a hand on his chest.

nishinoya followed suit, “and what’s annoying is that she reciprocated his love!”

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awearywritersworld · 1 year

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A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.

Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro

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Tsukishima Kei

When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.

An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.

When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."

Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.

Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.

"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.

"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.

"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"

She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."

He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."

She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'

Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.

Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.

"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.

"Of course!"

That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.

When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.

With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?

Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.

"Tsukki!" you squeak out.

You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.

"Can I come in?" he finally asks.

"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."

He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"

"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.

He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.

Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."

The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"

"What do you mean, Tsukki?"

"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."

He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.

"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."

He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.

"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."

The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.

"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"

Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.

That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.

"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."

"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.

You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.

"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"

He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.

The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.

"I like you, too, Tsukki."

He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.

There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.

"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.

Kuroo Tetsuro

One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.

You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.

You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."

Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.

So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.

“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”

The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.

Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.”

Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal.

You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.

“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.

You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.

If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"

"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.

It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."

The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.

Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.

You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"

His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.

"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.

"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.

"Sure, take your time!"

You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.

The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"

You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.

"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"

The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.

"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.

"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.

"There's no reason to be-"

"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"

"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"

He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."

He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.

"You said that?"

He hums, "of course I did."

A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."

Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."

"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.

Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.

"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."

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revasserium · 1 year

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reqs are open :)

the butterfly effect

tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck

he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.

“well, it’s just a high school club.”

is it?

“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”

are you?

after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.

“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.

“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.

“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”

his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.

“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.

he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.

“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”

you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.

“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”

tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.

“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”

your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —

“tsukki! look! look! snow!”

he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.

“yeah. i see it.”

but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.

“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.

“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”

you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.

“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.

he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.

“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”

his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.

“well you are.”

“what, by saying i was normal?”

“yes, and that this was just a club.”

he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.

“well. it is, and… i am.”

you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —

“liar,” you say.

“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”

he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —

you take half a step back.

he allows himself a smile.

because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.

“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.

“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.

“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.

because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.

and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.

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sixosix · 2 years

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tsukishima kei: enemies to/or lovers

fem!reader, manager reader, slight hurt/comfort, some boy hurts your feelings >:( tsukki is there, cursing, wc 2.2k

you get stood up and tsukishima takes a detour; it goes well, surprisingly

three seconds of silence pass before hinata snorts, and it’s cut off by a whack on the head -- courtesy of kageyama -- before it can turn into a full-blown cackle.

“it’s not funny, shouyou!” you whine, stomping your foot a few times for good measure. there must be something on your face because hinata laughs harder and even kageyama fails to hide a smirk. “you two are not helping. seriously.”

“i’m sorry!” hinata cries, still giggling, not sorry at all. “i’m sorry, y/n! but-- it’s just-- aha--” he splutters and giggles again.

“fuck you!” you hiss, ears warm with embarrassment. students nearby cast worried glances. hinata makes a dying noise. “i agree to become manager when you ask me -- because i’m such a good friend like that -- and this is how you pay me back? fuck you. fuck you!”

“kageyama-kun-- ahah,” hinata wheezes, “help me, kageyama-kun! tell y/n! why this is the funniest thing i’ve heard all my life! kageyama-kun!”

you look at hinata, a giggling, borderline dying mess, and almost pity him. then at kageyama who’s trying his best to glare at hinata because he knows that you’re trying to be serious; however, the amusement bright in his dark eyes is hard to miss.

kageyama shakes his head; you’re not sure if it’s directed to hinata, you, or himself. “it’s not funny. sorry, y/n.” he regards you for a moment, then seems to recall your words, and makes a noise that could be described as choking -- it’s how he laughs. “pfft.”

it’s even worse when kageyama tobio, of all people, is laughing at your face.

“that’s it,” you grumble, followed by hinata’s protests amidst the laughter, “i’m quitting manager. go ask-- fucking, i don’t know. that chick that’s following tobio around who hinata hates for some reason. i don’t care.”

an indignant squawk. “i don’t--”

“you do?” questions kageyama.

“i just said i don’t!”

yamaguchi -- your angel, your savior -- walks over, looking back and forth between everyone, concerned. “um. what’s happening?”

he holds out a water bottle for kageyama, who takes it but makes no move to drink.

“yamaguchi! yama-- please please tell these idiots that they’re stupid. i’m trying to ask for advice, and they have the nerve to laugh at my face!” you fume, face twisted into a scowl.

yamaguchi frowns. “that’s not nice, hinata, kageyama,” he chides. hinata whispers something to kageyama; they giggle together.

yamaguchi sighs in disappointment. when he turns to you, you swear you see a halo above his head. “what was the question, y/n? maybe i can help?”

“it was--” you stop, promptly remembering who this person in front of you is. “…actually, i can’t tell you.”

“why not me? is it about me?”

hinata has managed to calm down, barely, and kageyama heals his throat with the water bottle.

“well, no. but you might snitch, and that’s not cool.”

“is it tsukki?”

kageyama spits his water.

“how did you know!?” you cry.

hinata falls over laughing and kageyama slips to catch him. yamaguchi grins widely, a knowing look in his eyes.

“y/n-san. you’re not exactly subtle, you know,” he says kindly, although his words are nothing but.

“it’s not even-- it’s not like that,” you insist, ears warm. “i was just. asking a question about him, not like that.”

yamaguchi hums. “i won’t tease you. is he bothering you?”

“of course he’s bothering me!” you exclaim, pacing around back and forth in front of them. “that’s-- i swear he was born into this world to be a bother. he spawned in and decided he wants to bother me.”

“that’s-- that’s definitely something…?” yamaguchi replies, thoughtful, as the two boys beside him nod in agreement. “but you didn’t answer my question.”

“i wanted to ask,” you begin, “if you know… um. recently, it’s been weird, you know. can you tell me if he’s--” hinata coughs a laugh, having known your question first. “if he’s being sassy in a weird way or if he’s just straight out flir--”

“ah,” tsukishima croons from behind you, with the same wonder one would feel when patronizing ants. he pulls off a smug smile when the three of you startle, with kageyama unfazed. “loitering around during practice? you’re a bad influence for a manager, y/n-san.”

hinata blinks. kageyama blinks. yamaguchi wears a knowing smile again.

“tsukishima-kun,” you laugh without humor. it’s as if a switch has been flipped; gone is the flustered y/n, and here comes the scary demon! “i know you can’t get enough of me, but tone down the jealousy, yeah?”

tsukishima scoffs. “sorry to crush your hopes and dreams, but i’ve had enough of delusional idiots, thanks.”

“clearly not when you’re a living reminder of one.”

“it happens when one is around you too much,” tsukishima says it like an insult -- means it like an insult -- but the cocksure smirk on his face makes it sound otherwise.

“oh, i get what she means now,” hinata whispers, genuinely horrified.

you and tsukishima whirl around to pin hinata down with a glare. “shut up,” both of you say, one fierce and flustered, the other one cold and familiar.

hinata flinches, pale-faced. “yes ma’am, yes sir!”

“everyone!” daichi’s voice bellows even outside of the gym. “practice match is about to begin; we’re starting with or without you.”

everyone scurries back to the gym.

“sugawara-san! hey!” you wave at him, jogging over as the rest of the first years enter the gymnasium.

sugawara blinks once, then grins at you, all welcoming and nice. as if this isn’t the first time you’ve sought anyone in karasuno out that aren’t the first years (that isn’t tsukishima, you’d remind pointedly). “y/n,” he says in lieu of a greeting, “did something happen?”

“ah, i just wanted to ask if shimizu-senpai is feeling better?”

sugawara chuckles. “still sick, i’m afraid. you having a hard time already?”

your shoulders slump in defeat. “i swear it didn’t even seem much from an outsider’s perspective.”

“we can’t live without our managers,” says sugawara sagely. “we owe it to you two.”

“you can’t flatter me with your exaggerated praises, suga-senpai,” you chide playfully as he laughs. “i might have to leave my fellow first years in your hands, i’m afraid. you have to soldier on in memory of me and shimizu-senpai.”

although it’s subtle, something about sugawara changes. his eyes glitter, perceptive.

his smile is as sharp as the glint in his eyes when he asks, “is this about tsukishima?”

the floor is a more pleasant sight than the chaos lurking behind sugawara’s eyes. “how does everyone guess it so quickly…?” you sigh, feeling as if you’re being picked apart skillfully with sugawara’s gaze -- one that was too similar to what yamaguchi was giving earlier.

“no one gets under your skin better than that boy does,” suga says, almost fond. you bristle at the implications.

“i don’t know how you handle them, honestly.”

“that’s the thing. i don’t.”

you giggle at his defeated mama bear expression. he looks as if his smallest child has once again provoked another, roughhousing each other like a bunch of territorial dogs-- and, oh, hinata comes passing by, nibbling kageyama’s arm as the latter has him on a headlock that does not look friendly.

“stop.” daichi sounds as if he wants to cry.

“hey, that’s enough!” sugawara reprimands loudly over tanaka and nishinoya’s whooping. “hinata, let go of kageyama’s arm! no, stop that face, i don’t care who started it-- tanaka, put a shirt on! noya, stop biting kageyama’s ear--”

you were hoping to get good advice from sugawara today but daichi has reached his peak, so you wisely stay quiet for the rest of the practice match and look away from hinata’s pleading face.

“idiots,” you laugh softly to yourself, content and happy despite your whining earlier.

and then your phone buzzes in your pocket. your expression twists into a frown.

you also pointedly ignore tsukishima staring at you from across the room.

tsukishima usually finds peace by tugging his headphones on and watching the stars when walking home alone. and right now, yamaguchi excused himself to practice more with shimada, leaving tsukishima by himself.

but he wants to be alone with his thoughts right now. music included. excluded?

today was strange. everything seemed normal, he knows that much. at least, until you weren’t acting normal.

let’s see, he muses. he remembers walking to school and you’re already huddled with the rest of the first years like a team meeting that doesn’t involve the entire club (tsukishima). a stupid group meeting, tsukishima concludes.

he remembers sparing you a glance and witnessing the way you checked your phone and changed immediately. your face fell, your brows knitted together as your eyes flit across the screen, and -- as much as tsukishima hated how he knew this -- your eyes dimmed in a way that meant something is bothering you.

he thought it was nothing serious. he brushed it off so he wouldn’t be distracted.

until he sees you standing outside of the local store that definitely isn’t somewhere you’d pass by on your way home. he would know, he never saw you walk in the same direction as him. (a blessing or a curse; he can’t decide yet.)

don’t get involved, he thinks stubbornly, trying hard to avoid your eyes. don’t get involved, not your business--

idiot, you’ll pass by her anyway because your home is right over there. fuck.

“how troublesome,” he hisses under his breath, steadily approaching you.

you spare him a glance when you notice movement from the corner of your eyes, then quickly do a double take when recognizing who it is. “w-what-- oh.” your brows furrow. “tsukishima?”

“what are you doing here?” he asks carefully, pretending to look around as if he wasn’t already staring at you earlier. “it’s been an hour since we’ve left the gym.”

“ah.” you sound sad, tsukishima notes. it’s weird hearing it from you and something funny happens in his chest. it’s unpleasant. “has it been that long already?”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“i have no obligation to.”

“i’ll pester you about it.”

“so stubborn,” you chuckle, weakly, defeated. “you know-- the guy in our class? kojima-kun.”

tsukishima takes a second to pause. kojima haru, the boy he heard making a big fuss over getting dumped last week, a charmer at heart, the kind who sneers at snarky boys like tsukishima.

“i know of him,” tsukishima says, hoping he doesn’t sound salty. though, he’s sure that his default tone is salty.

“this was supposed to be our second date.”

second, tsukishima echoes dully in his head.

but that doesn’t sound right, no. tsukishima frowns, “i saw him leaving with kumi-san earlier, though,” he points out. kumi, his ex who he whined about last week, some girl in another class.

the way your face falls made tsukishima believe that you’re disappointed, but not surprised. there’s no anger. you look resigned, tsukishima’s brain -- traitor -- realizes. how often does this happen for you to become numb to it?

“shit,” you laugh bitterly, and tsukishima can’t help but agree. “fuck, i should’ve known. idiot. stupid.”

tsukishima is smart enough to know that you’re not talking about him or kojima. knowing this is admittedly worse.

don’t get involved, my ass.

he sighs. damn volleyball club making him soft. “get in.”

your eyebrows twitch. “excuse me?”

“get in, i’m buying you ice cream,” he says, and silently prays to every deity out there that you don’t question his intentions.

you stare at him, and he can feel emotions swirling in your eyes, studying him. tsukishima stares back, expression slack and -- hopefully, please -- blank.

“okay,” you whisper, stepping inside, missing the way tsukishima’s shoulder slump with relief.

the bell dings as you both enter, followed by a cheerful greeting from the old lady running the counter. she knows tsukishima, and welcomes him by his name-- only to stop shortly upon the sight of you. the old lady quirks an eyebrow, amused.

tsukishima hopes his ears don’t look as warm as it feels.

“hello, dear. i don’t think i’ve seen you around,” oba-chan, the traitor, ponders aloud.

you shift into a more polite smile, as if your eyes aren’t rimmed red. “good evening, ma’am. i’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

“ohhh! tsukishima-kun’s volleyball club manager, right?”

“ah-- um. yes!”

tsukishima makes an escape to the snack aisle, grumpily snatching your favorite biscuit. he reaches for two popsicles, before heading back and noticing that you and oba-chan are already giggling to each other.

he is not relieved to see you smile. the yamaguchi in his head cackles and taunts him.

shut up, tsukishima sneers.

tsukishima dutifully pays for the snacks, pointedly ignoring your questioning gaze. oba-chan smiles knowingly throughout the entire interaction.

“you didn’t have to pay,” you murmur. he hears the hesitant crunch of food tailed after.

“you can’t tell me what to do,” tsukishima quips. “how about you just be grateful?”

a huff slices through the silence, and it does not make tsukishima chuckle. “thanks, i guess,” you say. it’s the best he can get from you, so he takes it. “you’re making this seem like a date.”

“don’t be stupid,” tsukishima says. he does not clarify if he means this can never be a date or you idiot, it is one.

your eyes narrow. you know exactly what is going through his head. “are you flirting with me or starting a fight?”

“you can’t tell?”

“the line is blurred even with your glasses on.”

tsukishima’s mouth betrays him when he smiles.

neither of you know what you both are, but there’s no need to put a label on it. he likes it the way it is.

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mitsuyaya · 10 months

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[ to give a handkerchief ] tsukishima kei

contains: 700+ words. fluff, palace knight tsukki

end note: a second part for this and here is the prologue :)

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The breeze from outside the palace is unforgiving, relentlessly cold as it slips past through your thin nightgown and into your skin. It prickles your flesh everytime the leaves from the trees sways, making your already frigid night more unbearable.

But even so, the cold breeze couldn't outweigh the heavy and bitter feeling in your chest, one that makes you decide to go out, one that causes a tear to suddenly fall from your eyes.

You're glad that it's the middle of the night, devoid of maids, visitors and knights to find you in your most vulnerable moment, you wouldn't want them to have the luxury to find you crying, to find you suffering all because of them.

Because of how much they berate you. As much as possible, you wanted them to see you with a smile on your face, with a bold countenance that says ‘no matter how many times you push me down, I will still rise up.’ But as their chastisement worsened, being more physical as you age, the more you couldn't keep up the facade of a strong woman.

“You are here again, it seems” you looked up only to find the mysterious knight you've seen almost every night. He's here again, with his trademark helmet, his presence you found solace in, and his pretty, silvery voice that soothes your nerves.

“Just as I thought, you were crying aren't you?” there's a hint of disappointment in his tone, not because of you crying everytime he comes to see you but because he knows the reason why you would suddenly go here late at night, to let your tears fall without anyone seeing.

He hands you a handkerchief, a green one. If you weren't so dejected at the moment, you would've teased and told him that giving someone a handkerchief is the same as confessing, but you didn't, you took the handkerchief and wiped your tears.

“What did they do this time?” he asks, “the maids gave me food with too much salt” typical, something only cowards and lowly servants like them could do.

“and the chef made a dessert with pear.” you heard him curse from under his breath, something that made you giggle a bit.

“They know you are allergic to pear, how insolent. You are a princess, how dare they?” he's getting mad on your behalf, even more angry than you are, cursing the names of those imperial maids and cooks — it's hilarious seeing him get so worked up, get so worked up in something that isn't his problem.

It goes on for quite some time, how he swears that he'll make them pay by pushing them intentionally when he sees them, or to criticize them harshly that they'll cry so much.

It's enough assurance and comfort to make you forget about the whole ordeal, enough to make you stop crying.

“I should go back, thank you for comforting me again sir knight” you smiled at him, just this once you wish you could see the face of the man who comforts you every night but you know it'll take a long time, you can't push someone who told you that he feels insecure when he removes his helmet. For now, you're just glad that he's comfortable enough to see and talk to you everyday.

“Good night princess, have a good sleep” he bids you goodbye, standing still as you enter the palace.

When he couldn't find your figure anymore, Tsukishima removes his helmet, his blonde hair all messy now, cheeks dusted with pink as he recalls what he did earlier.

He gave you a handkerchief?

A handkerchief out of all things.

What was he thinking?

You don't even know his face yet and even if he removes his helmet in front of you, he knows you'll be scared, you'll never talk to him ever again — because out of all the people in the palace, it's him you dislike the most.

How could he tell you that he's Tsukishima kei, the empire's greatest knight, the person your father favors so much?

You've said it multiple times, how much you hate your father and his favorite knight, then how was he supposed to introduce himself to you?

And he still dares to give you a handkerchief? Though it is pretty much needed in that moment, still, that was humiliating.

Tsukishima sighs, burying his face into his hand, really he's so stupid. He could only wish you didn't know what it meant to give someone a handkerchief and wish that someday, he'll introduce himself to you — with no helmet.

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bowandcurtsey · 1 year

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When y/n is unwell (haikyuu)

Been watching the Haikyuu Anime again because I've been back to playing leisure volley. hehe. Also it's the le kuroo hubby's birthday in a week's time! yay!

Kuroo | Tsukishima | Akaashi | Atsumu x f! reader

Post timeskip

Kuroo Tetsuro

Suddenly becomes the househusband and does everything in the house. Well he's not superb at everything but he makes sure that everything still runs smoothly. or Kinda.

There is a possibility that he'll use the wrong bowl for the cat. Or he may mistake the softener as detergent.. But it wouldn't be anything major.

He'll make sure you're tucked in nice and snug and if you're cold he'll put on them night socks for you. If your temperature gets too high he'll grab a towel and do a cold compression for you.

He gets kinda worried actually seeing how fragile and unwell you are. And when you start muttering nonsense like "am I going to die.." He'll shush you and give you extra kisses on your forehead.

he'll pat you to sleep before he carries on doing other things. Yes he'll slack off a little and watch some volleyball vids on youtube or social media.

He'll buy you some soupy meal because god bless, this man can not cook that well. He'll feed you of course, very gently and blowing at your food before putting it to your mouth because you're his queen.

Well, when you're finally feeling slightly better and you find the strength to get out of bed, you creep out to your living room to find your hubby napping on the couch with the animals. awww.

Tsukishima Kei

He doesn't really know what to do actually. You seldom fall sick and are usually independent so it's really a rare sight for him to see you vulnerable like this.

He even took a day's leave from divisional training just to take care of you.

"Am I dying?"

"Well at least you have the strength to make dumb jokes like that." your husband is as savage as ever.

He disappears for awhile and then he'll come over with some warm water and some asprin. He'll help you get up to take your meds before tucking you in again.

You'll wake up and find those cooling patch pasted on your forehead and water right beside your bed. He came in to take your temperature.

"Good. Your fever went down. Are you feeling better?"

Whether you said yes or no, he'll bring you to see the doctors, to be safe. He was actually really worried about you, while you were sleeping, he constantly came in to check on you, stroked your hair and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

And when you were feeling much better, he would definitely tease you about it.

"Maybe you should fall sick once in awhile, you're more sweeter and less naggy."

Of course you knew he was kidding.

Akaashi Keiji

Your Akaashi was Mr perfect husband. He knew exactly how to take care of you. He would totally apply to work from home and take care of all your needs.

From cooking some hot soup or porridge, to making sure you were properly tucked in, Akaashi took care of you well.

He made sure you always had warm water to drink and he gave you a water bottle with a straw so you could drink without using much effort.

He constantly changed your cooling patch on your forehead and sponged your body with a cold towel to keep your temperature down.

Bokuto was banned from coming over because he was "too noisy and would disturb your rest"

When you took your meds, he would bring in some gummy so that the meds weren't too bitter for you.

He would also make you something yummy and healthy at the same time, like a berry smoothie so that not all your food were too bland. He would let you cheat a little and eat some ice cream too, because a happy mindset keeps the body healthy as well.

Would keep you in his sight 24/7, works in the same room as you with a mask on and a tiny lamp turned on while you were resting.

You should also take this time to ask your husband for anything you want, he'll probably agree because you looked so vulnerable and sad, he'll do anything to make you feel better.

Miya Atsumu

Actually, He's probably sick together with you. But hey in the case that he isn't, he's panicking.

He calls everyone. Osamu, his mom, Sakusa... Even Bokuto and Hinata. Well, initially you had doubts when he called Bokuto but he was the only one that suggested ice cream so you were glad he did.

Well he runs out to the supermarket after leaving an ice pack over your head.

He comes home with BAGS of stuff. Different types of medicine, more ice packs, all kinds of healthy food- fruits and vegetables, and yes, ice cream.

He feeds you some medicine and pastes the cooling patch on your body as well.

He then proceeds to make a lot of noise in the kitchen and tries to make you some fruit salad or some sorts and some miso soup or something that has chunks of fish and chicken inside.

When your fever does not go down by the end of the day, your husband calls 911. Yeap. He tells the person that it's an emergency..

You had to drag you sick ass to your husband and grab the phone telling the person over the phone that you're okay and that your husband is just a little panicky.

You end up telling him to just bring you to see a doctor.

"Oh yeah baby! why didn't I think of the doctor!"

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kunizk · 2 years

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BOYFRIEND’S LOVIN’ !

characters. . . atsumu miya, matsukawa issei, bokuto koutorou, tsukishima kei. all characters are over 21

+ ATSUMU MIYA

atsumu literally can’t make it any more obvious how much he loves you, constant hand on either your shoulders, your waist or the small of your back. delicate hands that rub at your sides, he almost can’t take his hands off of you when your in private — he just thinks your the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, all his. and his alone. a smack on the ass, a hand intertwined in your hair. or he sneaks into your dorm room for a pretty little slow dance with you.

+ TSUKISHIMA KEI

even though tsuki’s an open bastard to everyone one around him, he loves you. he can obviously hide how whipped he is for you, but the thing he can’t hide is the crave he was for your lips. who knew a single lick across your bottom lip could cause him to drag your ass into a empty classroom or empty storage closet for a quick make out or even just to kiss on every little sensitive spot on your neck to your chest just to tease you before you get to class

+ BOKUTO KOUTOROU

big baby. two words only, biggest baby when it comes to you. you’re all he’s ever wanted, to hold you, squeeze you, love on you. loving you through neck kisses are one of the things. open space down your throat, pretty little kisses left from under your chin to your collarbones, he’s pretty much of a sweet talker “ so pretty are you? ” — “ I’ll make it up to you baby, mmm I swear it ” pretty red marks left on you, just to make a point

+ MATSUKAWA ISSEI

teasing you in a classroom, he’s an asshole it’s true. but even then you know you love every inch of attention he gives you in public, writing down the notes from him in a class while he’s too busy talking to hanamaki from the table behind him makes him swoon even harder at this point “ oohhuhu, you wrote the notes down for me. thank you doll ” — a simple hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin [ unless you wear tights or pants ] one other hand under his chin, paying attention to the class

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animeficsworld · 1 year

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Secret

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

"Huh? Why would I be dating Y/N?" you heard his annoyed, usual tone as Yamaguchi must have asked a personal question.

"Well, you are spending a lot of time with her Tsukki, so I thought-"

"You are wrong." came the immediate reply.

But Yamaguchi wasn't wrong. Tsukishima and you have been secretly dating for five months now. He wanted your relationship to be a secret, as he didn't want to be teased by his team, and you understood that. He proved he cared many times in private. But what he said next, no amount of romantic nights, movies or stolen kisses could fix.

"Why would I date someone so ugly and fat?" he said as his voice was filled with salt. It hurt you, your looks were always something you were very anxious about so to hear him say that really hit a nerve. Of course, you didn't expect him to be all defensive and stand up for you, but Yamaguchi didn't even ask anything hurtful, it was Kei who made the comment, who choose to make the comment.

The next day you met Kei at his house, you went over to spend some time and finally talk to him about what he said yesterday.

You wanted to give him the option to explain himself before you entirely flip out.

"Do you want some chips?" he asked as he joined you in his bedroom.

"I need to talk with you Kei. I heard you yesterday. And I really don't appreciate you saying those things."

"I only said them to get him off my back."

"I still don't appreciate you talking to me like that. It wasn't nice, and you could have made him stop by not talking about me like that."

"I'm sorry, you are right, I just wanted to make it sound like it's believable."

"It was very believable, Kei. Mean even."

"I'm sorry. I really am. I will make it up to you, I have been thinking, we could come to the public, and stop hiding, if we didn't hide it, in the beginning, the teasing would have stopped by now. So, I- I think we should tell everyone."

"After you call me ugly and then you say that?" you huffed.

"I really didn't mean it. You know I love you, right?" you pouted as you turned away from him.

You needed to think, you really couldn't believe how did he think this was a good idea. You were deep in thought, didn't even notice him going over to you to place a kiss on your cheek, and you looked at him.

"You know I love you, right Y/N?" you knew he wasn't the type to yell it off of a roof. But he did tell it to you, so at least that was something.

"I know,"

"And do you love me?"

You showed him a little space between your thumb and forefinger.

"That's not too much."

Then you made the space even smaller.

"Okay, I get it, if I give you a kiss, would it be better?"

"Maybe."

He slowly leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips, he pulled back and looked at your hand as you made the space a little bigger. He gave another kiss and you moved your hands around his neck.

"You are beautiful, you are perfect, I'm sorry for being mean." you nodded.

"I want flowers. You know the kind I like," you said as he nodded.

And he did live up to it, he did announce his relationship with you to the team, even if it was a "I can't today because I have a date with my girlfriend," it was enough for you, it was nice to finally be able to be free and you didn't have to be careful about watching if you were holding hands or behaving in a certain way.

Soon, the entire school knew.

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temeyes · 1 month

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my darling tsukki!

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tetsumie · 1 year

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"

read part 2 here!

pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!

tsukishima kei

tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.

everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.

as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.

they are most definitely used to this.

the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.

"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."

you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."

you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.

"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.

although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.

clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.

a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.

yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.

how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"

the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.

after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.

tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.

the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.

the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.

grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.

you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.

"hi kei," you say curtly.

"what's for breakfast?"

"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.

he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.

the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.

he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.

after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.

what's going on? i don't know what i did?

he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.

you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."

"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."

he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.

"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."

this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.

"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"

he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"

the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?

"so you did think i was clingy, right?"

with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."

you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.

"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."

kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.

you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."

"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.

"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."

"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."

kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.

"you're so sappy," you reply.

"oh shut up."

you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"

"okay, kei."

the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.

suna rintaro

you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.

"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.

"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"

"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."

"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."

your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.

after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.

suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.

in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.

as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.

he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.

you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.

you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.

your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?

suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.

he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.

a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.

"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.

"hey."

your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.

in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.

"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.

"sure."

your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!

that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.

he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?

but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:

suna: r u here?

suna: i don't see u in the stands.

it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.

the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.

he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.

suna: can you please answer?

suna: or call me? please?

suna: fuck y/n

suna: r u ok?

with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.

you're seeing all of his messages.

you've seen all of them.

and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.

you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.

you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.

he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.

"so where were you today?" he begins.

"at home."

his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"

you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"

his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.

"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."

suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.

"listen, i-"

"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"

"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."

you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?

all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.

"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."

he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.

"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."

"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."

tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.

"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.

"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.

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chosovixen · 1 year

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NSFW!!

tsukishima mocks your moans cause he thinks it funny, but lord forbid you do it. he’ll deny your orgasm for as long as he can until you apologize.

you’re on top of him, tits bouncing as you fuck yourself on his cock. you’re nearly reaching your orgasm as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach; it feels so good you can’t help but let out heavy moans as you breathe into the croak of his neck.

his hands drop down to your ass as he guides you on his thick shaft. he bites your ear tenderly, then moans into your ear almost mockingly, same pitch, and he even lets out a breath as you did. you rise from his neck and still your hips. tsukishima doesn’t say anything but instead smiles at you and acts clueless. you return a sinister smile of your own before rolling your hips flush against his. completely catching him off guard; his face scrunches in pleasure, and his mouth makes an “o” shape as he hisses from the feeling.

“fuck,” he whined when you raised your hips slightly and slammed back down onto him, repeating your actions and watching as he struggled to stop himself from coming. you bend down and lick his neck before moaning against his ear, “fuck“ in the most annoying and utterly displeasing voice possible.

you feel your hips still again, but now a harsh slap against your ass shocks you. tsukishima then flips you over so that he’s on top now and goes to town on that pussy. his grip on your hips becomes tighter as he slams his length into your already tender cunt. you grab onto the headboard as he continues to use your pussy however he pleases. groggy moans escape your throat as you feel the coil in your stomach returns.

“fuck tsuki, i’m gon-,“ you cry.

“you gonna cum?“ he tilts his head and smirks.

“yes, yes!“ now, screaming at the top of your lungs, you feel yourself about to release into extraordinary bliss.

“yeah?“ he mocks you one final time before your orgasm subsides when he pulls out and cums all over your stomach with a low groan. you’re about to say something when he grabs your jaw and squeezes tight enough to leave a mark.

“don’t fucking do that shit again, or else you won’t get to cum at all. got it?“

and you reluctantly nod your head.

“good, now apologize.”

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romeavecryst · 11 days

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.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

˖ ࣪⊹ He’s the kind of guy to help put and take off your shoes, even if your not drunk, but if your getting ready his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he slips your shoe on next tying the laces or strapping the heels your wearing “Hmm there you go love can’t have you bending over to put them on no?” His voice deep and tender kissing your lips gently.

Ushijima, IWAIZUMI, Daichi, Kuroo, TSUKISHIMA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, Kageyama,

Little reminder rq are open!(im desperate ☹️)

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revasserium · 1 year

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museums of memory

tsukishima kei; 2,098 words; fluff and the tiniest bit of nsfw

if he were to think of his body as a museum to his life, he thinks the first ever exhibit would be you.

“do you even remember the first time you played volleyball?”

tsukishima blinks as you lounge on the chair opposite his, in the empty desk where he assumes the newest member of the sendai museum faculty will sit one day, but for now, it’s been commandeered by you, grinning at him over the old fashioned lamp placed between his desk and the eventual newcomer’s.

“probably with my brother, why?”

your foxhole grin makes him pause.

“nope!” you hold your fingers crossed over each other as he sighs.

“fine. do you remember?”

you let out a long, overdramatic breath. tsukishima fights to keep his own face expressionless as he watches you, spinning in a chair that is not yours, and will never be yours — but you sit in it like you own the thing anyway.

“yep! it was with me!”

at this, he frowns, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow even as he scours the depths of his own fading memories for something that might confirm or deny your claim. he comes up empty.

“it… was?”

“yep!” and you’re smiling, a smile that he’s long since learned he has a startling lack of immunity against; it pierces his chest like the first ray of sunlight after a whole week’s worth of gray skies and rain — he waits.

“it was in your backyard! do you remember? the third time i came over to play cause my parents weren’t gonna be home till late —”

“ah… yeah — but i’d hardly call that volleyball.” tsukishima grins as the memory resurfaces, the images flashing behind his eyes, the feeling of grass beneath his fingers, the brightly colored, balloon-esque ball bopping between the two of you. he remembers the shape of your laughter, ringing through him like so many silver bells. he remembers laughing with you, watching you dive for a ball only to trip over your own feet.

“it was too volleyball!”

he shrugs, allowing you a haphazard grunt as he returns to his work, sifting through the museum’s backlog of donated pieces, parsing out which ones are actually worth keeping.

he wonders if someone were to sort through his own memories like this, which moments they might deem worthy of being kept, and which ones they might set to the side to toss away.

his first kiss is yours — given on an overcast sort of afternoon, with a sea of worksheets and unread manga scattered between you. your bed’s bigger than his, and the pillows are softer, anyway. he’d been thinking about it — then, and before then too — how it might feel, and he’d chalk it up to pure curiosity (of the scientific sort, you know) after, when you’d looked up at him and asked him what that was all about.

you’d been showing him something in a shoujou manga, squealing about some tall, dark, handsome, broody boy in the pages, about how he’d kissed the main character — just like that! bam!

he remembers the sound of your voice, the taste of your surprised hiccup on his tongue, the way your sigh had felt against his lips when you finally relaxed into him, your eyes fluttering shut, tickling his cheek like moth wings.

he’d pulled back, adjusted his glasses and gone back to his japanese literature notes, swiping a quick thumb across his lips. you’d stared at him for a solid ten seconds before burying your face in your pillow and then promptly whacking him across the head with it hard enough for him to wince.

“what was that for?” he asks, bewildered, his glasses askew.

“y-you can’t just kiss me — j-just like that and… and not expect me to do something about it!”

“well i wouldn’t’ve done it if i knew you were gonna hit me!”

“what’dyou think i was gonna do then?”

“i dunno, kiss me back or something!”

you’d deflated then, a helpless laugh spilling over your lips, making his skin tingle in ways that he’d never really been able to properly verbalize. he twists at his own fingers, feeling an unfamiliar heat creep up his neck and into his cheeks.

“if you wanted a kiss… you could’ve just asked.”

tsukishima crinkles his nose, scowling hard at the bunny-printed bedsheets between you.

“okay then,” he says, his words a bit too quiet, but no less certain, “kiss me again.”

you shift closer, reach over to crumple your fingers into his shirt collar to pull him to you. and it really was an overcast sort of afternoon, but… the memory of it shines brighter than the sum of all his sunlit days.

he imagines walking you through the museum of him, of all the things he’s considered sacred enough to keep, tucked away in the glass cases of his memory, polished, precise — perfect. he might show you his series of firsts, but then again, he thinks you might know them already. most of them include you anyway.

his first time is with you too — when you’re both still young enough to wonder, but old enough to do something about it — on a night when the moon is full and the air is too hot and sticky with possibilities.

he gasps as he pushes you back into the mattress of his bed, both your chests heaving, the world a rumbling ocean of cicada-song and half-drawn breaths.

“t-tell me you want this —” his voice is a shipwreck, and he knows he probably looks like one too, your fingers having made fine work of his hair, his glasses fogged over with the physical proof of his desires — of both your desires. you smile as you reach up to pull it from his face; he tastes the grin on your lips as you pull him down towards you.

“i — i want it — please —”

and it’s this plea more than anything else that pushes him over the edge of that precious, precarious precipice. he leans in, kisses you hard enough to bruise, and even though you’d spent the better part of the last year learning the curves and bends of each other’s mouths, the sweet and spice of each other’s tongues, somehow — this still feels clumsy. somehow, there is still too much teeth and not enough hesitation —

he can’t help the moan that tumbles from him when you arch your body up into his, when he finally, finally manages to pull away all the layers separating your body from his, when he finally sees you beneath him, splayed out like a promise, sweet and ever so willing as you reach for him —

he sinks into you like a daydream.

your nails trail fire and fortune down his back, his inhibitions left at the foot of the bed or perhaps shucked right outside his door because for once, no one else is home. and sure, you’d offered your place, which is empty more often than his place is but something inside him had wanted this — had wanted the first memory of you and him to be here. in his bed, on his sheets.

it’s a strange kind of possessiveness, the kind that he’s always felt roiling in the depths of his belly whenever he looked at you but right here, right now, he’s finally unafraid of letting it out.

he hisses when he feels you tightening around him, neither of you experienced enough in the language of pleasure, but he thinks that you don’t need to be. all you’ve never needed was him and you in the same space — and it has always been poetry.

“kei — kei —”

“c-come — come —”

there is a kind of breaking that can only be described as beautiful. and he has seen it over, and over, and over with you.

neither of you even remembers the shouting, how it all began — but both of you remember the shattered shards of cheap, store-bought glass, the silence that had folded in on itself, thick enough to suffocate. he’d never been good at stuff like this, and to be fair, neither were you.

“it’s not fair,” you’d said, and he’d laughed, a too-harsh, too-loud, too-much of a laugh that had echoed through your shared apartment like a car alarm, set off by the proximity of your bodies, by the resentment hidden beneath your tongues.

“what’s not fair? this? me?”

his voice is almost a sneer, but it isn’t. he can’t muster that strength. the losses his team had suffered still too fresh on his mind, and somehow, your empty words of it was a good match had set him off somehow. because he knows you’re lying — it wasn’t a good match, it was a shit match, and you knew it. so why — why —

“it was a good match —”

“no, it wasn’t — it was my first match — and we fucking ate shit —”

“it wasn’t your fault —”

“stop lying to me! you know i hate it when you lie to me!”

you bite your lips, you twist your fingers.

tsukishima lets out a breath that feels like admitting defeat. he feels his body soften — you never used to toy with your fingers like that. not when you were little, not till you met him.

“fine,” you’d said, looking anywhere but at him, “it was a shit match. but you did the best you could.”

“yeah, and clearly, it wasn’t good enough.”

you scoff, a sound that he’d never gotten used to hearing from you, but he should’ve expected it. you’d been with him for way too long not to pick it up.

“well, then do better next time.”

he finds himself smiling before he can stop himself.

“yeah… right… it’s just that easy, huh.”

you take three steps towards him and close the distance between you.

“isn’t it?”

because if his body were to be a museum to his life, he wonders how the exhibit might end, where he might draw that final line —

“i’ll see you after work for dinner then,” you say, popping up from the chair across from him, flashing him a quick grin.

tsukishima hums, his eyes still resting on the sheafs of paper in front of him — kamuiyaki ware plate set, produced in tokunoshima, during the early 14th century —

“what do you want?” he asks, moving the file to the pile on his right — the things to keep.

“hm… dunno. maybe… tsukemen? it’s hot outside.”

“yeah, sure,” — ukiyo-e depiction of izanagi and izanami, produced during —

“hey, tsukki?”

“hm?”

he looks up to find you standing there, too close, and yet not nearly close enough. he bites back the urge to draw you closer. you smile down at him, reaching out to cup his cheeks, to run your fingers through his hair.

he allows himself a small, indulgent smile.

“kiss me,” you say, leaning down towards him.

he kisses you, and when you draw back, the afternoon sun draped across your shoulders, seeping in from the far window, tsukishima finds himself held still by the sight of you.

“marry me,” he says, with too little thought and not enough hesitation, but really, really — he’s thought about it for far too long, sounded out the words between his lips so many times that the midnight air of his room might be able to repeat it back to him in perfect tandem.

you don’t miss a beat.

“okay,” you say, leaning down to kiss him again.

and this time, when he wraps his arms around you to pull you close, there’s no question and only ever your answer — solid and sweet and still as you press it to his lips, from your mouth to his — yes, yes, a million times yes.

“okay,” he says, smiling when he lets you go.

“see you for dinner,” you say, casting him a wave over your shoulder as you leave, your cheeks flushed high and pink.

tsukishima watches you go, his hand poised in the air in a perfect wave.

“yeah, see you then.”

and as he turns back to his work, he thinks that if his body were to be a museum to his life — the first and last exhibit… well, they’d probably both be about you.

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yenqa · 13 days

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20191009 I LIKE HER | timeskip!tsukkishima as your boyfriend

♫ – currently playing… mac demarco

warnings – tsukishima is kind of mean, periods, food, mentions of drinking, throwing up/vomiting, jokes of being stabbed in the stomach, profanities

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader ☆

a/n – hi guys… hope u enjoy !!

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mitsuyaya · 10 months

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[ epiphany ] tsukishima kei

contains: 1.3k+ words. teeny angst, knight tsukki x princess reader, kind of a prologue for my knight tsukki agenda

summary: The king, his master—tsukishima believes he is just like him, wise and honest, does not tell a lie even for his own sake. Yet, during his late-night patrol an epiphany came in the form of the person his master dislike. an epiphany that his master and the people residing in the palace, is not what he thinks they are.

end note: you would be surprised by the amount of drafts I have for this particular agenda

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Spread far and wide, in numerous lands and kingdoms, is a valiant knight named Tsukishima Kei, who has achieved exceptional accolades, a man who is believed to be the progeny of the god of war himself and is widely known as the king's dog.

His master, to whom he devotes his utmost loyalty, is a man who leads his subordinates meticulously, metes punishment fitting for the criminals’ crime, and makes decisions that are only for the betterment of the kingdom.

Never did this faithful knight doubt his master's word, for he knew that the man he served was anything but a liar; he values honesty just like him.

But, upon knowing the second princess—the daughter his master despised wholly, the servants, and the other members of the royal family as well—he had come across an epiphany, a realization that perhaps his master wasn't the same man as he is.

The epiphany came to him in the dead of night, with stars decorating the heavens. Not a soul could be seen or felt in the gardens of the palace.

It should have been desolate and tranquil, like it always is when he goes about his late-night patrol around the palace. There should be no one but himself standing by the fountain; it should just be him admiring at the sight of the running water while he curses the one who had made this tight armor.

But to his surprise, in the somberness of the night, there sat a lady in white whose sobs filled the surrounding.

Each step he takes is with wariness, hardly putting the weight of his iron boots into the concrete, afraid that it'll leave a sound. His hand was mere inches from the handle of his sword, preparing himself in case of a sudden attack.

When he had finally taken his position at the back of the intruder, he placed his other hand on their shoulder, which earned him a jolt of surprise.

“State your name and your reason for being here this late at night.” His tone is dripping with demand, authoritative, similar to the way he interrogates the criminals he catches.

The woman in question does not utter a single word for a while; he is almost tempted to forcefully turn them around to glance at their faces until they raise their hands in defeat.

Atop his head, Tsukishima lists the names of the people he assumes to be the intruder, those who have ulterior motives against the royal family, yet none of them have been correct.

For the face of the intruder, one who was weeping by the fountain, belongs to none other than the person the king despises the most, the second princess.

“B-believe me, I do not have any ill intentions for being here. I simply wanted to be alone, and the next thing I knew, my feet had brought me here.” Not a credible justification, but for a second, he almost believed the princess's words, not until the voice and the words of his master rang in his ears.

‘The second princess is a good-for-nothing, virulent woman who has nothing except the looks and body that are nothing to be surprised of, for she is still of royal blood.’

‘The second princess is violent with her little siblings, envious of the way they are being pampered, destroying their jewelry and toys all because she wants to be the apple of everyone's eye inside the palace.’

Yet, the longer he stares at the woman who is said to be hostile, at the woman he accidentally caught crying all alone, the more this strange feeling resurfaces in his chest, smothering his train of thought.

His hold on your shoulder falls onto his side, your head still hangs low, possibly humiliated from being caught in this degrading position.

The knight clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence, “Your highness, it is very late, your father would not be pleased if he knew you were here. I suggest going back to your room.”

He expects you to put up a fight, act haughty, and push him off so you could run, just like everyone told him and just like his master warned him about.

“Thank you for your concern. I will do as you say, sir knight, but before I go, I beg of you not to say a word about this to my father.” Tsukishima thinks you are putting on an act as an obedient, benign daughter who has no flaws whatsoever. He was told that you were pretentious after all.

“You have my word, do be careful on your way back, your highness”

But in truth, he'd definitely tell your father about this. It isn't a lie he believes, it's his duty to report even trivial matters like this to his master, he's loyal to him after all. But you don't have to know that, he wouldn't say that to you outright, of course.

You bow curtly, unbefitting for a member of the royal family, but he does not tell you off, still playing out the part of a good daughter he presumes.

It was quiet, as it always has been. The princess his master warns him about, is on her way to head inside her bedroom, alone, with no guard whatsoever, at the most dangerous time of the day. Something inside his chest stirs, he can't quite decipher what it is.

Perhaps it has to do something with the chivalry code that was taught to him by his father and brother. A code that he should never let a woman walk alone, unguarded. for a knight must always think about the safety of the lady whether she is your master or not.

Tsukishima doesn't want to go against his master's warning, but he couldn't disobey his elders’ teachings as well, it's been deeply rooted in his brain, you see. So against the king's orders, he had to escort you, despised daughter or not.

You were about to round the corner when a sudden call made you halt. “For a moment, your highness!” It was the voice of the very knight who caught you crying a few minutes prior, he jogs to where you stood, standing just right in front of you.

Tsukishima is now seeing the entirety of your face; he takes note of the color of your eyes, which is similar to your father's, and your plump lips that reminds him of pomegranates but what steals his attention the most is the reddish color on your cheek, swollen. He raises his brows quizzically, pointing to your cheek, “What happened there?”

He watches as your eyes go wide, hands trying to shield your cheeks from his view. For the second time tonight, Tsukishima watches as you tremble in shock, and the corners of your eyes begin to water as if you're about to cry once more.

He wants to prod more about the red in your cheek but you have scurried away from him and run inside the palace as fast as you could, leaving the knight stunned and wondering.

Tsukishima remained there, still standing, lost in thought, dumbstruck at the way you ran away from him before he had gotten your answer.

But what really left him wondering the state you are in: a red print in your cheek as if it's been slapped, the back of your hand wounded, blood drying as if it's been hit earlier.

Surely, you'd been caught in an accident a few hours prior?

it doesn't look like an accident though.

Perhaps, this was one of your pretentious displays of being a pitiable princess, in order to steal the hearts of the people inside the palace?

It doesn't look like you did it to yourself though.

Then, if it is not. Did someone raise their hands on you?

But that's preposterous, he thinks. No one would raise their hand on you here, there wasn't anyone like that in the palace, at least that's what he likes to think.

If this isn't an accident and it wasn't an act, then who did this to you?

It wasn't the servants right? Your siblings and mother wouldn't do that either.

Even though your father dislikes you the most, surely he wouldn't do that to his daughter? Right? He isn't that kind of person, he knows it.

It isn't his master right?

As the recollection of meeting the second princess up close flashes in his mind, her actions and personality different from what other's had described—suddenly, Tsukishima isn't so sure anymore.

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years

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When y/n is drunk (Haikyuu boys edition)

So in a few days it's gonna be Bokuto's birthday, I'm just missing all my boys recently. Have been so busy irl, it's tiring me out (￣ω￣;)

So here's a repeat of when y/n is drunk, but with the haikyuu boys!

Characters: Bokuto, Kuroo, Tsukishima x F! reader TW: slight NSFW

Bokuto Koutaro

"OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU NOW BABY OWL? I'M COMING TO GET YA! WAIT FOR ME PRECIOUS" he was shouting over the phone when you called him, telling him you were very drunk and just wanted to go home.

Funny thing was, he does know where you're at and whom you're with, but this boy just panics when it comes to you.

He runs over in mismatched socks and sliders because he cannot be bothered to find the matching socks at home. Sometimes he even wear mismatching socks out, he low key thinks it looks cool.

His hair is a mess or sometimes still dripping wet if you call him while he's in the shower.

Pulls you into a warm embrace the moment he sees you. He smells so soft and good, always.

"I'm here baby owl!" his huge palms soothe your back and he'll show his hand to everyone and anyone that tries to give you or him a drink.

He carries you to his car bridal style and you have to remember to ask for a bag for the car ride, else you'll end up puking out of his car window like that one time.

He runs a warm bath for you and comes running to bring you everything you need, like your little cute servant.

He then dries your hair, or attempt to, it's either he burns your scalp a little or the insides are not dry..

But rest assured, after it all, he pulls you into bed and wraps you up in his arms, snuggling you and spooning you. Maybe a little petting here and there.. This boy finds it such a turn on when you're all drunk and cute.

Well, if you and him are both out drinking, he's probably about as drunk as you are since he tries his best to drink up for you.

You both wake up in your own shared bed somehow, with the clothes from the night before and the only motivation you both have to drag yourselves out of bed is to share a bath or shower together.

Breakfast in beds are for sure.

Kuroo Tetsuro

"Be safe until I come get ya, I'll be there real quick, kitten." He'll be there in 30 mins tops.

Just when you were about to reach for another glass, he takes it away from your hand, "ahh-uh kitten, time to go home~"

He grabs your bag and says goodbye to your friends, giving the smile that says 'I'll kill y'all if anyone makes her this drunk again'.

Helps you out of the place and holds your hair if you need to puke. Will also have a bottle of water ready for you and cleans you up before carrying you in his car. Also has a bag ready for you in case you want to throw up again.

You can ask for the moon if you're drunk, because Tetsurou Kuroo will give anything to you. You look all cute and vulnerable he just wants to protect you from everything in the world.

This smart ass knows how to do your bedtime routine for you and will clean you from head to toe. Dries your hair nicely and you low key try to get drunk because when he does your hair, you wake up the next day with good hair day.

Of course some groping when he dresses you up, he has no self control when it comes to your body. But he'll never force himself on you when you're drunk, unless you want to. But you'll definitely get it the next day. ;)

He never lets you get drunk when you're with him. He's a good drinker since his job consists of him meeting clients and socialising a lot, so he's kinda trained.

Tucks you in and holds you in his arms like you're the most precious thing in the world and whispers sweet nothings to you.

Tsukishima Kei

Hung the call on you when you called. But just when you're about to call a cab he appears and throws a hoodie over you.

"let's go." he sighs.

He acts all annoyed but he's such a sweetheart. He opens the doors for you, puts his hand over the car frame when you enter so you don't hit your head, and buckle your seatbelt for you.

Ties / clips your hair up for you in case you want to puke, and then runs a warm bath for you. All you have to do is sit or lie down and be served. He wears your pjs for you and dries your hair so gently, his long fingers running through your scalp.

He'll NEVER do this when you're sober so you're surprised he actually knows how to do it right. You never know but he's always quietly watching you.

He even wears your night socks for you or do whatever night routine you have for you, although it's not 100%. He always grumbles or tease you when you're doing it or act like he doesn't care but when he really had to do it, he started panicking a little, wondering which goes first and next.

He also panics about which are the right socks or panties you wear to bed.

Of course he'll grumble about it the next day like you're the most troublesome person in the world and he was SUPER bothered but you know your Kei, he's willing to do all these for you but he was just worried for you.

When you both go out together, he'll stop you from drinking past your limits unless it was a special occasion, your birthday, anniversary or if you were extremely sad over a matter.

Always whispers "I love you" to you after he's tucked you in to bed.

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