Kei Tsukishima General Headcanons
Warnings:None!
A/N: this marks the beginning of me making my returning Haikyuu obsession everyone else’s problem 🙏🏻
He’s near sighted (?)
^ can’t see anything unless it’s right in front of his face (I think that’s near sighted but idk)
Used to have an obsession with dinosaurs as a kid and retained all the information as he got older
The dinosaur figurines are from when he was a kid
The type of guy to hold on to things for memories (he has several memory boxes tucked away in his closet)
We know he’s really smart but he doesn’t read all that often because it wears his eyes out
He sticks to magazines and manga because it’s easier
Loves cardigans and sweaters as much as hoodies but he doesn’t really wear them outside his house
Actually has a really big family (like a lot of cousins and aunts and uncles)
His dad died a couple years after he was born
It doesn’t bother him all that much because he doesn’t really remember him, but it’s upsetting when he spends father’s day at the cemetery with his mom and brother
He gets random waves of sadness when he remembers that his mom lost her husband and raised two sons (basically) alone
He has so much appreciation for his mom, he’s a different person when he’s with her
He’s far from fluent, but Tsuki’s quite good at speaking English
Could hold a decent conversation if needed
He listens to quite a bit of foreign music because he thinks it makes English easier
Tsuki doesn’t wear cologne but he smells good anyway (good hygiene is a must)
He just smells clean idk
Tsuki can’t really lie down on his couch comfortably because it’s just barely his size
Has trouble finding t-shirts that don’t swallow him whole because he’s so skinny
He doesn’t drink soda but loves juices and teas
No nickname pisses him off more than “four eyes”
He spent a long time disliking the way he looked with glasses
He actually doesn’t hate Yachi, he’s very respectful towards her
Doesn’t have too much of a ‘type’ but Tsuki prefers smart girls because he likes being able to have (mature) debates with people
And he’d prefer someone who is completely dependent on him
He’s not really picky with anything else, though. His mom taught him to understand that there’s different types of beauty
Normally has cold hands
And he gets cold super easily so he cranks up his heater in the winter
I think that’s it!
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AND ANOTHER THING! musician!reader and schlatt who are just friends…
you and ted have become really good friends since you met on twitch, and in turn, you and schlatt have become really good friends. you don’t see each other that frequently, with you still on the grind to make a name for yourself and schlatt just generally being busy, but you guys do make time for quick discord or facetime calls when you can, sometimes hopping into a game with him. when he comes to LA, you all convene at ted’s apartment or out on the town. it’s nice to have ted as a buffer, because you don’t really know how to be alone with schlatt in person.
there’s a part of you that maybe kinda sorta likes him, like a little bit, but you know it probably wouldn’t work. he lives so far away, and long distance sucks, especially when you’re still trying to gain some traction with your music. you need to make that a priority.
so you write about it. you write about your feelings for schlatt, about being scared things wouldn’t work out, about the work-life balance. you have enough songs for an EP at this point, and you start putting in the work to release it.
ted, of course, gets the first sneak peek. you send the audio files over to him and wait, despite how badly you want to know what he thinks.
he calls about half an hour later, about the length of your EP, and when you pick up, he immediately goes, “did you write these about schlatt?”
you didn’t think it was that obvious, but as ted rambles off a list of lyrics that he’d analyzed to be about schlatt, you realize they are, in fact, super obvious.
“well, shit.” you breathe out, “do you think he’ll figure it out?”
“i fucking hope so,” ted laughs, “maybe he’ll finally make a move.”
both of you go silent, and once ted realizes what he’s said, he says, “do not tell him i said anything.”
“he’s into me?”
“fuckin’… duh, (y/n). aren’t you guys in contact, like, 24/7? you’ve never noticed?”
“not really.” you huff. ted laughs incredulously on the other end of the line.
“love you to death but for someone so astute, you’re really fuckin’ dense sometimes.”
“okay, i’m giving your ticket to my show tomorrow to someone else.”
“a reeeal shame since i was going to bring schlatt to the that one.”
you didn’t even know schlatt was coming to town. “schlatt will be there?”
“fuck,” ted mumbles, and you can practically hear him face palm. “don’t tell him i told you.”
“…fine. you can have it. but watch your fuckin’ tone.”
ted laughs again, before going into detail about the rest of your EP and what he liked the most. when the conversation ends and you hang up, you huff a sigh.
schlatt’s coming to your next show, where you were planning on playing the songs from your EP.
fuck it, you think, he’s going to hear the songs about him anyway.
in a real act of bravery, you send the audio files over to schlatt, with a message that says, lemme know what u think :)
it’s a couple hours before you hear back from schlatt, and it’s agonizing. what if he figured out you wrote about him and doesn’t feel the same? what if he rejected you? what if he didn’t even notice they were about him?
your phone finally pings, and you’re terrified to look at it. after you take a few minutes to chill the fuck out, you read what he has to say.
> Fuck (y/n) this is killer
> Didn’t realize I made such a good muse
you turn bright red at the second message, your heart pounding. it’s so obvious they’re about schlatt.
another message comes in.
> Can’t wait to hear em live tomorrow
> And if it wasn’t already painfully fuckin obvious, I’m into you too
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Butlers' wedding party. Yuhan's card translation.
Part 1.
After Lato's statement... I spent the whole day with the butlers. And tomorrow will be a day that I will spend with Yuhan. I was looking for Yuhan because I wanted to ask him what he would like to do tomorrow.
Step.. Step..
Yuhan: Hmm... It's definitely different from the Eastern Land.
When I passed by the library... I heard Yuhan's voice. When I looked into the room, Yuhan was reading enthusiastically.
You: Yuhan.
Yuhan: Ah, Master. Good afternoon.
You: Good afternoon.
Yuhan: Did something happen?
You: I was looking for Yuhan.
Yuhan: Arara? Is that so?
Yuhan: At such time...
Yuhan: Could it be... You want to say something about tomorrow?
You: Yes.
I said to him, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"
Yuhan: That's... Sorry for not telling you earlier.
Yuhan: Actually... I couldn't decide what to do myself.
You: Really?
Yuhan: Yes.
Yuhan: I'm still not very used to the culture of the Central Land... There are many things I don't understand.
Yuhan: I think it's better to make plans when I know enough.
You: You're hardworking.
Yuhan: It's not that. A day with Master...
Yuhan: I want it to be enjoyable.
Yuhan: And... If I'm talking about the marriage culture of the Central Land...
Yuhan: When we receive a request related to marriage... I think I'd be able to help.
You: Of course.
Yuhan: Although...
Yuhan: Even though tomorrow is the deadline, I still have work to do. I must say, it was a mistake.
Yuhan: I'm sorry if it'sunpleasantfor Master.
You: I don't think it's unpleasant.
Yuahn: Fufu... Master is a kind person.
Yuhan: Thank you, Master.
Actually, I'm just worried about tomorrow... I didn't think it was unpleasant. Or rather, knowing that he was thinking about tomorrow so seriously... I felt happy.
You: Are you still going to study?
Yuhan: Yes.
Yuhan: There are many things that are different from the Eastern Land... It's quite interesting.
You: Like what?
Yuhan: Yes... Like the costumes and the atmosphere of the ceremony.
Yuhan: What particularly interests me is... The culture of the "first dance".
You: First dance?
Yuhan: Yeah.
Yuhan: The first dance is... A dance performed by the bride and groom during the ceremony.
Yuhan: It seems like the goal of this dance is for the two to open up.
Yuhan: Hold each other's hands... Dancing will remain as a beautiful memory.
You: That's an interesting feature.
Yuhan: Fufu... Yes.
You: What kind of dance do they perform?
Yuhan: In general... Slow-tempo dance seems to be popular.
Yuhan: However, it's up to the bride and groom to decide. It seems like they can choose any dance they like.
You: I see.
Yuhan: Perhaps the master too... Do you find the first dance interesting?
You: Mhm...
A little...
Yuhan: Is that so?
Yuhan: Hm, but...
Yuhan: Master... Would you like to dance with me tomorrow?
You: Eh? We?
Yuhan: Yes.
Yuhan: Although since I'm not actually getting married... It's not really the first dance.
Yuhan: When I first read about this aspect of culture.. The first thing that came to mind was the master's face.
You: Eh..?
Yuhan: If the master and the butler dance... It's probably not good.
Yuhan: However, if master allows... I want to dance with you.
Even though he's aware of his position as a butler... Yuhan still wants to dance with me. I'm glad about that... I wanted to dance with him too...
You: Okay.
Yuhan: Is that really okay, master?
You: Mm-hmm.
I want to dance with you too.
Yuhan: Thank you... Tomorrow will definitely be the best memory.
So, we... Tomorrow will be our first dance.
Some time later...
The first dance... To create a wedding atmosphere... We changed into our formal wear and gathered in the garden.
Yuhan: I prepared the music box for dancing. Now everything is definitely ready.
You: I'm looking forward to it.
Yuhan: Fufu... Yes.
Yuhan: So, today... I'd like to dance the Viennese Waltz with you. (?) (from Japanese ウィンナーワルツ uinna walsu)
You: Viennese Waltz..?
Yuhan: Yes. Unlike a regular waltz, this is a dance with very fast steps.
Yuhan: Because of the high level of difficulty... I haven't learned from Miyaji-sensei yet.
You: I haven't danced it yet either.
Yuhan: Fufu.. I see.
You: Will we be able to dance normally?
Yuhan: Yeah.. I'm sure we can finish the dance.
Yuhan: And I... It's the same with dancing...
Yuhan: I want to try everything new with master to have fun.
You: I see.
Yuhan: Yes. Instead of doing what we already know...
Yuhan: Like that... It will leave a deeper imprint in one's memory.
You: Of course.
It seems hard to dance such a difficult dance... Listening to Yuhan's words... I wanted to do my best.
Part 2.
We decided to practice right away. Following Yuhan's instructions, I learned to dance. First, we held each other's hands. My right hand in Yuhan's... My left one on his shoulder.
Yuhan: Like this.. Straighten your back.
Yuhan: Let's get closer to each other.
Yuhan: If we are far apart.. Our steps will not be in sync.
You: I-I see...
When I brought my body closer... Yuhan supported me, holding my back.
Yuhan: Fufu... That's a wonderful call, master.
Yuhan: So... Let's go slowly at first.
You: Yeah...
Yuhan: One - two - three ♪ One - two - three ♪
You: Uh...
Yuhan: No need to rush.
Yuhan: Move your right foot forward... Then move your left foot back.
Yuhan: Let's go slower.
You: Y-yeah..
Yuhan: One - two - three ♪ One - two - three ♪
Yuhan: You're doing great, Master.
You: Thank you.
Yuhan: Fufu... Wonderful.
Yuhan: I can't believe master is so close to me... It's like a dream.
Yuhan: When we're so close.. I can clearly see master's face.
You: This is awkward...
Yuhan: Arara? Are you embarrassed?
Yuhan: Fufu... You really are a nice person.
Yuhan: But of course...
Yuhan: I know master can see me clearly too... It's embarrassing.
Even though Yuhan says that... He's holding my back securely.
You: It doesn't look like you're embarrassed...
Yuhan: Fufu... I'm just pretending.
Yuhan: In the eyes of my loved ones... I want to seem at least a little manly.
You: Is that so...
Yuhan: Uh-huh.
Yuhan: Although I can maintain my composure in front of someone special... I'm not a man with high self-control.
Although Yuhan says so... I don't feel any embarrassment from him. I can't pressure him further. Instead I focused on dancing.
Yuhan leads the dance well... By continuing to increase the tempo a little, we were able to dance in harmony.
You: You're doing a good job in leading.
Yuhan: Oh? Really?
You: It's easy to dance with you.
Yuhan: Fufu... Thank you.
Yuhan: (I'm glad I trained hard before this.)
You: What's wrong?
Yuhan: No, it's nothing.
Yuhan: The steps seem to be getting more familiar.
Yuhan: Let's keep dancing.
You: Right.
Yuhan: Dancing like this... Can this be considered the first dance?
You: I think so.
Yuhan: Fufu... I'm kind of impressed.
Yuhan: All the time... I wanted the best for the master.
You: Eh?
Yuhan: I met master later than the other butlers...
Yuhan: To have the honor of dancing the first dance with master... I can't understand it.
Yuhan: Although it can't be helped...
Yuhan: That is to say... I'm a little upset.
You: Yuhan...
Yuhan: But the first dance... It's the first dance for both master and me.
Yuhan: Finally, I can give something best to my master.
Yuhan: And most important things for me... They're all for master.
Yuhan: I'm very happy...
You: Is that so...
I heard what Yuhan thought about this dance... The joy of dancing with him for the first time... I felt it in my heart, too.
You: We are happy together.
Yuhan: Yes... Then, please.
And we rewound the music box. While the two of us were pressed against each other, our legs moved vigorously. Even while spinning quickly... Thanks to Yuhan's support, I felt calm.
Yuhan: Fufu... You are beautiful, Master.
Yuhan: With you like this... I am glad I could dance with you.
Yuhan: For you... This is not my first time as a butler, but...
Yuhan: My life from now on...
Yuhan: New things... Let's experience them together.
We enjoyed our first dance while laughing.
After finishing dancing, we bowed to each other.
Yuhan: Thank you, Master.
Yuhan: Aren't you tired?
You: I am a little tired.
Yuhan: Please sit here. I'll get you some water.
You: Thank you.
I sat down in the chair and drank some water. It was so easy for me to dance that I surprisingly forgot about being tired. However, looking at Yuhan... He doesn't even take a breath.
You: It looks like you're full of energy.
Yuhan: Oh? Does it look like that?
You: Isn't that so?
Yuhan: Fufu... Oh, come on...
Yuhan: Of course, I still have some energy in my body, but...
After saying that... Yuhan knelt down in front of me. And, taking my hand... He placed it on his neck.
Yuhan: ...Do you feel it, Master?
You: Um... This...
Yuhan: As I said before... There's not much I can do.
As if to confirm Yuhan's words... His neck is hot... And underneath his skin, there's a rapid pulse.
Yuhan: In front of someone important... I can't suppress the pounding in my heart.
Yuhan: All I can do is smile so they won't notice.
You: Yu-Yuhan..
Yuhan: Fufu.. What is it, Master?
Yuhan: ...Please say my name more often.
Yuhan: If you do, I'm sure...
Yuhan: Every time you say my name, my heart will beat faster.
You: E-erm...
Yuhan: Are you surprised..?
Yuhan: This... This is the image of a man who is enchanted by you.
Following Yuhan's heartbeat... My heart was also fluttering... His thoughts are hidden under his cold face... I accidentally got a hold of them.
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hiii!! can i get an angst to comfort joost fic where the reader is just having a really hard time lately w everything. like family, work, and just everything in general is stressing her/them out so they get really distant bc they feel bad about burdening joost and joost jusr shows up at their apartment and is like “why” and they break down in tears and it ends all fluffy?
February i almost died.
notes: this is actually a bit gotten from a real story, i removed the happy part of it , made parts different , and i just added joost lol, im good now, dont villanize my mom, she was very sad too because she knew i was always crying, shes a good person
summary: literally look at the request 👍
relationship:joost×fem!reader
WARNING! theres a part where Y/N commits sh (head banging)
Reader was always a very clingy person to Joost, always texting him, asking him to hang out, going to restaurants, but, november came, her mental health started to go down, she felt lonely, like nobody wanted her, like she was a burden, she never spoke, whenever she did she'd get ignored, she always argued with her parents, she made each of them cry at least once, she was guilty, she was close to running away from everyone and never coming back, the only thing stopping her was that she didnt have any money to use, one day, she was in her room listening to music, bawling her eyes out, in fetal position,her mom came in, she kinda screamed "go shower, and do your room." her voice cold "CANT YOU SEE HOW DOING RIGHT NOW?" Y/N screamed back "Y/N, youre never happy." her mom left and closed the door, Y/N got up, and slammed her head into the wall twice, she got white flashes each time, joost lived in an apartment, attached to hers, he could hear the banging, the crying, the screaming, as Y/N was pacing back and forth in her room just crying, joost was trying to find her , she didnt want to be a burden to him, so she ran to a public bathroom and just cried there, her eyes were already puffy from the day before since she cried everyday, when she calmed down, she went back to her house and into her room, just to find joost talking with her parents, he was almost screaming, arguing "YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER IS ON THE VERGE OF KILLING HERSELF OR RUNNING AWAY AND WHAT DO YOU DO? OH YEAH, LETS SCREAM AT HER A BIT MORE, MAYBE SHE WILL BE HAPPY, WHERE IS YOUR COMMON SENSE?" he yelled, her dad yelled back "SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF A VICTIM,SHE NEVER LISTENS" joost didnt even answer, he noticed her rooms door closing so he ran and found her on her bed, staring into nothingness "what happened?" he asked, his tone concerned, he was almost gonna cry too, Y/N didnt answer, she just fell into his arms,crying, she showed him the mark of her head on the wall to him, he didn't say anything, he just packed her bags and got her to his house, made her favorite tea, atleast attempted to, since it was an ethnic recipe, put it near his bed, and got with her, trying to comfort her, he held her to his chest, she gave him a faint kiss on the cheek, the stubble hurting her face a bit, she didnt care, since it was him "Why didnt you tell me anything?" he asked "i didnt want to be a burden to you." she answered, he didnt say anything, just hugged her, he saw her eyes getting heavy, almost falling asleep on him, she looked so cute but so miserable, the only things keeping her alive were him and her phone, he kissed her, and told her "just know that if you even ran away i would find you and come with you.", the period of her life that went from november to february finally ended, she was there, felt happy, loved, for once.
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