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So I'm mean?
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[time skip] Kei Tsukishima x f!Reader
Rating: 18+; Explicit
Warnings: Reader cannot sleep; Softest attempt at degradation possible; Unprotected vaginal intercourse;
Word count: 1253
Notes: Look. I love some degradation Tsukki as much as anyone else. But I honestly do not think he actually has it in him to be mean to you. He can be short with you during the day, and sometimes if he's stressed he can lose his temper; but there is none of that in the bedroom. That is a place of worship and if you're crying it damn well better be because of how good he made you feel. Just my opinion there.
Takes place the same night of the finale in Roommate wanted.
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You should have been asleep. After all, every part of you should rightfully be exhausted after the fucking Tsukki had given you. But alas, as young people will, instead of being tired your body was positively humming with delight. Your fingers itched to delve into his hair. Your breasts ached to feel his teeth tug at your nipples. Your thighs were screaming to bracket his hips as he filled your needy cunt over and over.
Actually that last part was the only really important one. You could go without the rest as long as his cock was inside you.
You kept fidgeting. And as trying to sleep with a writhing person will, all your moving roused Tsukki from his sleep. He grabbed your hip to keep you still. “Why are you moving?”
You hemmed and hawed. “I’m just…thinking…”
“About?”
Was it too soon for potentially brutal honesty? Only one way to find out. “Sooo I’d been told that you could be…kinda mean.”
He actually laughed and nuzzled into your neck, making you squirm. He was hard pressed to think of a time when someone didn’t think he was mean. “Kind of?” You huffed and grabbed the hand on your hip, letting your fingers slide into the spaces between his.
“You weren’t mean at all though.”
You said it so quietly he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly at first. Suddenly the metaphorical light came on and for a moment he felt heat rush to his face. You weren’t talking about his personality. He laughed, the sound low and dangerous. “Oh, I see.” He threw the blankets off, making you yell, and sat up. Then he pushed you onto your back and positioned himself between your legs, grabbing your bottoms and pulling them down before you could protest. Your pants gone he pushed his own down his thighs and took your hand in his, guiding it to wrap around his cock before covering you with his body and catching your lips in a kiss. His tongue in your mouth and his hand still covering yours, you whimpered as his cock grew hard. “You’re still horny?” he teased, moving your hand slowly over his length. Your stomach clenched. “Didn’t I fuck you hard enough?” Your pussy throbbed and you lifted your legs to his hips, trying to get him to move. He was kissing you again, letting you stroke him freely as his hand wrapped around your neck. He bit your lip as he pulled away, his fingers tightening, and you whimpered. “Do you want me to be mean to you?”
“Yes,” you squeaked, the confession flooding you with embarrassment. Suddenly his other hand came down on your ass. Not hard, just enough to make you jump and yelp. His fingers touched your slit and he slipped one finger inside you, pumping it slowly.
“Well get used to being disappointed sweetheart,” he growled. “Because I want to fuck you more than I want to be mean to you.” Then he was gone, leaving you momentarily exposed to the frozen air as he forced you to roll over. Lifting your ass in the air he pushed your face into the pillows and a moment later you felt something cold and wet as he let a string of saliva drip down your exposed sex. Your folds split easily around the head of his cock and he sank inside of you with a groan, the sound making you shiver. You exhaled slowly as the sensation of being full of cock spread tingling warmth through your limbs, Tsukki’s hands wrapping around your waist as he started to fuck you.
Despite what he said there was no denying that he was being rougher with you than before, his fingers digging harshly into soft flesh and pulling you back into each thrust with enough force to make you gasp. You braced yourself on the pillows, your thighs straining as you tried to angle your hips so that he was reaching deeper. He moaned quietly, slowing his pace and reaching up to grab your hair, pulling your head back. “Why would I want to be mean to you, angel?” His saccharine voice paired with the pressure on your scalp made your stomach roll. His hand framed your sex, his thumb pressing beneath your clit, stimulating the underside of his cock with each slow roll of his hips. You were whimpering and panting, torn between staying still because he made you feel so good but unable to keep from moving your hips. “Look at what a sweet cock hungry little slut you are,” he cooed. He released your hair, his hand sliding down your back before he pressed his palm into the mattress at your waist. He laughed breathlessly, “you just want me to come inside you again.” You nodded frantically, your head dropping onto the pillows. His chest felt so tight, like it was going to burst any moment. “Could leave you on the edge as long as I get off, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” The words came out as broken sobs, your fists clenched around whatever you could grab. You didn’t care. Just the thought of him throbbing deep inside of you, filling you with cum, made your mind go blank.
God dammit! You were too much. Too good and soft and sweet. His chest came down, flush against your back, his hand between your legs, calloused fingers rolling over your swollen clit. You choked into a pillow, raspy broken sobs spilling from between your lips. “That’s not how this works,” he snarled against your ear. It took effort to pace his thrusts with the motion of his fingers which was made harder by the way you were trembling. “You will give me what I want and what I want is for you to come.” Your cunt throbbed and clenched, the softness of your walls begging to be coated. He needed to shut up before he said something that crossed a line. You made too many stupid thoughts bleed upward from his chest into his head.
You came with a drawn out cry, shaking from the force of your orgasm. It only took a few thrusts and he was there, holding himself deep, thinking stupid thoughts about what filling you with his cum as often as possible could lead to. When he finally dragged himself away it was to first retrieve a towel, flopping heavily on the mattress before gathering you into his arms. You fit against him too well, burying your face into his neck before dotting his collar with a flurry of kisses, the towel bunched between your thighs. He cradled your head with one hand, the other tracing figure eights over your back. After a few minutes, when you were both on the edge of sleep, you tilted your head back to look at him. “What are you thinking?”
I’m probably in love with you? “Kinda bullshit we’ve done it in the dark with my glasses off twice now.”
The force of your erupting laughter actually hurt your stomach. “I’m so sorry!” you managed to choke out, laughing so hard you snorted. He might have been upset with you if it weren’t so cute. “I’m sorry, that’s terrible, but it’s so funny!”
“Laugh it up,” he said as his fingers found the ticklish spot on the back of your thigh. “You’re not gonna think it’s so funny in the morning.” The threat warmed somewhere between your legs.
“No,” you wheezed, swatting his hand away. “I hope I don’t.”
#me: god i'm so done with tsukishima#also me: a liar#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut#kei tsukishima#kei tsukishima smut#kei tsukishima x reader#haikyuu x reader
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❝ LONG LIVE ❞ — kageyama tobio
cw. manager fem!reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, timeskip!tobio, the first years are graduating, light swearing (like once), possibly ooc word count. ~ 1.9k synopsis. tobio takes this seemingly last opportunity to tell you how he feels, aka procrastinator kags is in denial up until the last minute (you’re no better)
it didn't quite hit you just yet after karasuno's last match of the nationals, but it's all coming back to you now.
standing before the double doorway looking into the empty gymnasium, the memories filled with days and nights of blood sweat and tears come rushing back all at once. wins, losses, celebrations and disappointment — this place was a time capsule of the flavours of youth.
"oi kageyama, remember when sawamura-san didn't let us hand in our club application forms until we got along?" shoyo chirps, dodging a smack to the head from tobio.
tsukishima chimes in with a scoff, "don't lie to yourself, you still don't get along."
giggling, you lock eyes with yachi, recalling kiyoko telling both of you the story when you first joined the team as two new freshman managers. some things never change.
the six of you were a whirlwind of chaos — on the court, you were a force to be reckoned with, part of the monster generation. to you, they were the people that pushed you to keep going, the ones that effortlessly turn your frown upside down with their silly antics, even at the cost of your embarrassment. precious ones that lifted you up in tough times and cheered with you in the good.
god, you're already tearing up.
overwhelmed with nostalgia, you turn to them with glossy eyes and an airy chuckle, "guys, thank you for everything."
yamaguchi whines, lightly hammering his fists into your back, "stop it, you're going to make me cry!"
throwing your arm around his shoulder, your laugh bubbles out as the first tear falls, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"
tobio wants so badly to just reach out and brush the tears away from your face, you're so pretty, hell he'd even take you into his arms if he could. he's been doing a good job at pushing his feelings down but as the days towards graduation started looming, they've been crawling their way back up to the surface and he has no idea what to do with himself.
he watches and yearns for the day that you can be comfortable enough with him to initiate casual touches and physical affection. sometimes he wonders if you're avoiding him on purpose, you seem to be just fine with everyone else.
you catch your gaze wandering to tobio and find him silently staring off into space and looking almost deep in thought, the crease between his brows doing little to mask his inner conflict. he's been quiet for most of today, not that he typically has many words to say, but even cusses at shoyo were few and far between.
you give him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps the emotions of it all are getting to him and he's coming to terms with it. that doesn't stop you from worrying though, letting your eyes linger on him for a while longer before your attention gets pulled away by yachi — dragging her friend over to take a commemorative picture of all six of you, wanting to recreate the batch photo taken at one of the home games last season.
you find yourself situated between tobio and tsukishima again, donned with academic caps in the same arrangement as the last time, but something about the aura feels different now.
yachi’s friend is yelling at everyone to gather closer to fit in the frame, namely tobio, and your heart’s bursting out of your chest, “kageyama, move closer to her, you’re getting cut off!”
is it normal to have heart palpitations? in an attempt to get this over and done with, your thoughts race, hand clenching just thinking about what you’re about to do. you know what fuck it, throwing caution to the wind, you link your arm with his and pull him closer, briefly catching the look of surprise on his face.
you feel him stiffen next to you and you almost regret your decision in fear of making him uncomfortable, being this close to releasing your grip on his arm. it dissipates as quickly as it came though as he relaxes to your touch, almost leaning into you.
your flush as his side presses against yours. it's a welcome feeling, but your mind is short circuiting. for a second you forget that you're supposed to be posing for a photo, but a genuine smile comes as easily as breathing. this feels natural and as cliche as it sounds, you fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
harbouring feelings for tobio is uncharted territory — he wasn’t one for grand declarations, but rather the little moments that can easily slip past your fingers if you don’t pay attention. not that it mattered to you, your eyes were always on him. everything he did, every touch, drew your in like a moth to a flame, and you so desperately wanted to pull away to spare yourself the pain of rejection.
what once were innocent vending machine yogurt runs between classes became walking home together when practice ran late. you chalked it up to him being kind since your place was on the way to his anyway, though you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't hold on to the slim possibility that he just wanted to spend more time with you alone.
spending the last three years suppressing your feelings for tobio was akin to the struggle of closing a suitcase that's obviously overflowing. but it never made sense to pursue them, as much as you wanted to — you knew very well that volleyball is number one to him and he doesn't have space in his heart for devotion outside of that. no room for distractions. whatever happens, you'd be satisfied just having him in your life, yours or not.
but you just couldn't bring yourself to let go.
on the contrary, tobio firmly believes that you deserve better, better than him, more than a socially awkward dumbass whose entire personality is volleyball, someone who will treat you right and show you off like the glimmering gem you are.
he’s not well versed in anything other than the sport he’s dedicated most of his youth to — he’s always had difficulty juggling his passions with other commitments in his life and more than anything, he’s afraid. afraid of not being good enough for you.
after what seems like a lifetime in a span of a minute, the photos have been taken and you're reluctantly pulling away, shyly avoiding eye contact with tobio. you hate to admit that the close proximity was comfortable, you liked it a little too much. this only leads to you craving more and you're gutted that moments like this will be even harder to come by.
in hopes of distracting yourself from your thoughts, you begin to review the shots with shoyo, "kageyema looks constipated! aw i like this one, your smile is so pretty! wait why're you both blushing?"
unbeknownst to you, tobio's staring at the spot where your arm was interlinked with his. to him, you initiating the action felt like a silent declaration, that you were willing to take the step and just needed a little push. he had an idea.
later that evening, after a quick catch-up with your kouhai, it's about time to head home. with a heavy heart, you're reluctantly bidding goodbye to everyone and you're already feeling more tears threatening to spill over the surface. yes, you're being dramatic, there's literally a lunch meetup planned for next weekend.
you sneak a glance at tobio, and you're not surprised to find that he’s already looking at you with an unreadable expression, choosing to return him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. there's been some kind of an odd tension since the stunt you pulled earlier and you're not sure what to make of it.
“wait—” he’s calling your name, “…can i walk you home? for old time’s sake.”
for old time’s sake, you can't help but wince at the implications. damn that hurts, it sounds like the beginning of a goodbye.
not trusting your voice, you nod, letting him catch up before starting your journey again. you notice how close he is when he's falling into a step with you, the slight swing in your arm causing your knuckles to brush against his. none of you make an effort to withdraw, basking in the little contact like an anchor that binds the both of you together.
"so uh—" both of you speak up at the same time and your heads whip to look at each other, eyebrows raised and laughing.
you gesture with your hand to let him speak as his eyes return to the road ahead, internally thanking the darker night setting for the opportunity to gaze at his boyish looks and side profile. he's so pretty.
"so i wanted to talk to you about something." tobio stutters, "as you know, I'm not very good with words." with a soft smile, you nod, encouraging him to continue.
"do you know the feeling when you see a really cool spiker that you want to set the ball to? that's kind of how I feel about you."
slightly puzzled, you freeze in your steps to process his statement.
he waves his hands in a panic, "wait i'm sorry what i mean is— there's something really fascinating about you and i... want to explore that."
you almost miss it, but he adds, almost whispering, "i like you a lot and i want to try this out, if you'll have me."
stunned. pleasantly surprised. happy. disbelief. your mouth lightly falls open in shock, the script you initially planned in your head for this moment lost in the passing breeze, "i— of course, i feel the same way. to be honest, i just never had the guts to confess."
illuminated by the street lamps in the otherwise empty road, tobio's eyes shine with newfound hope, the flecks of blue almost glowing in the dim light, more beautiful than any ocean.
"but what about volleyball?" you can't help but ask, staring at his shoes in an attempt to ground yourself and shyly twiddling your thumbs, "i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."
shaking his head, he steps closer to you, wordlessly calling for your attention, look at me. "tch, you're more important to me than volleyball, dumbass."
his hands find themselves on your waist and before you even register, he's pulling you into a hug, your forehead clumsily bumping against his chin as he sputters out an apology. a small breathless giggle slips past your lips as you tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, sighing in relief.
“what?” he mutters, chuckling lightly as he tenderly rests his head atop of yours.
cheeks warm from the exchange, you wrap your arms around his neck, absentmindedly playing with the strands of his hair. your heart pounds with affection unspoken, yet so apparent.
"nothing, this has just been a long time coming."
the two of you will talk about this more in the days to come, but for now, you stay tangled in an embrace, savouring the first of many moments together.
notes. "long live" - taylor swift is karasuno's song and i will die on this hill (there's an edit on tt by @/starflix and i watch it everyday) also cid stop mentioning yogurt in every piece challenge failed (╥﹏╥) (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !
© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.
#ᯓ★ : written in the stars !#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader
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bratty tsukishima x manager!reader enemies to lovers
warnings. none for this part. stay for steamy stuff in later parts ;) content. tsukki not knowing how to handle a crush/enemies to lovers!/manager!reader/gn!reader for this part, could change?/passive-aggressive tsukki/daichi being a friend/suga being a friend/future smut/future sexual frustration notes. i'm branching out! first haikyuu fic! not done with mha but it just doesn't motivate me to write rn :( links. masterlist for mha. my ao3. PART TWO HERE. PART THREE HERE. PART FOUR HERE. FINAL PART HERE. haikyuu collection
You were walking back with a full case of freshly mixed sports drinks for the team when the whistle blew for a break. The entirety of Karasuno was on you at a moment's notice, rowdy despite their long practice.
A plethora of 'thank you's and appreciative mantras filled your heart as you were able to hand out bottles.
The first to swipe them were the first-years that sprinted up to you, trying to beat each other in their own intense, but good-natured race. Then the less excitable members, like your fellow seniors, that gave you slower and sincere thanks, shoulder pats, and tried to engage you in conversation.
Except, you had to make sure everyone got theirs. Which left the bane of your existence.
He sucked his teeth and looked away, disinterested in hydrating as soon as he realized you were handing them out.
"Tsukishima, come on," Suga heeded a subtle warning, but his mistake was turning away to speak to the others- and not following up to ensure the first-year did this simple task.
You weren't going to hold up a bottle for the kid all day. This was ridiculous and beneath you. Your arm slapped down to your side.
Everybody knew he had some issue with you. His disliking for you was nearly automatic upon being placed on the team, but it had somehow grew to a new intensity each day you had to interact.
Little instances like this one added up quick. And it didn't take long to notice, especially amongst your longest friends.
It boiled down to something about you being enough to piss him off, much like Hinata and Kageyama of his own class. For those two, it was relatively harmless bullshit. For you, the structure of the team hinged on him listening to you as his senior and manager.
"I really don't know what's gotten into him-- I-I'm so sorry," Yamaguchi spoke through gritted teeth.
He would've blabbed for much longer on his friend's behalf like usual, but he stopped short with a chill when he found your mirrored cool, upward stare.
"You don't need it anyway," You set his full bottle back into the case with a loud thump, "You haven't even sweat today."
It was a tad bit of an exaggeration, but his growing habit of letting certain spikes through had been prevalent enough to catch your attention. It bothered you because not only did he so quickly run out of steam -much sooner than the others who got the same court time as him-, but Coach didn't always notice his faults the same way you could.
You didn't try to look at him more than the others, truly. Your job hinged on being objective and you liked to think you did a great job at that. Lately though, it'd been tough not noticing every little shitty idiosyncrasy of his.
The way he hit the ball. The curve of his body into the net when he leaped into the air. The angle he liked to hit. The side he favored. The amount of steps he took before he jumped.
He wasn't as skilled as he let on. They could all use improvement, but his cockiness really ate at your patience. The others at the very least pretended to listen to you, and most took your criticism as a chance to improve. God forbid you comment on his faults, though.
The last time you did, his face had frozen with that ugly, twisted expression for the rest of the match.
Almost as soon as your accusation met his ears, that unbelievably fake calm demeanor crumbled into one serious mixture of aggravation.
His jaw tightened and he glanced around your stone-cold stare.
Bitter, he almost seemed to loom over you as he wiped his forehead with an oversized palm. His gaze remained unfaltering, ever so hateful, and he squeezed a closed fist in between you.
Sweat drip, drip, dripped onto the gym floor.
Head cocked, he opened his mouth to speak-- but Daichi slapped a mighty hand onto Tsukishima's upper arm. His forced grin -a welcome sight at this point- came into view.
"Thank you for volunteering to mop today, Tsukishima!"
Sometimes, when you had these types of exchanges, everyone else just sort of... fell away. Despite some polite cover-up conversations, most of the other players had a sensitive ear to his attitude problem with you. They were practically trained to listen to you speak-- this, compounded with Tsukishima's quiet demeanor, and the gym usually fell just short of completely still.
The blond's scowl elicited your covered laugh as you were pulled away. Suga warned you quietly to not get too caught up in talking to the first-years, but it was difficult to focus on his words.
"Thanks," Was punctuated with the sound of Coach's whistle- he gave you a sympathetic expression and ran off.
You didn't realize how worked up you got until they all returned to the court to finish their spiking drills. They formed up in a neat line, one after the other.
Clipboard gripped a bit tighter, you took a big breath in. Then, out. Your heart settled.
Nobody likes confrontation.
SLAM!
Not unless they're a masochist or something.
SLAM.
Why did he have to pick on you? And not some bigger fish that was actually on the team? Your heart squeezed from the burden of it all.
S L A M !
Tsukishima turned to move to the back of the line, but made sure to catch your eyes before you could even think to ignore him. His expression was indescribable but nothing short of trouble.
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since you admitted it,
content: tsukishima x fem!reader angst, breakup, cheating, fighting, trashy writing, not proofread, kinda ooc, swearing lmk if i missed some!
a/n: inspired by Babe - Taylor Swift!! I keep forgetting i have responsibilities on this account lolzies, anyways, I think this is my first time writing angst? also, i'm working on some requests rn so sorry for the delayyy :(
you and tsukishima have been arguing for what seemed like hours now. yelling at each other back and forth, throat hurting from all the screams and explaining.
"for God's sake, I didn't do shit with her! how many times do I have to say that!?" tsukishima screams. there's this girl that's been making you uncomfortable, she was beautiful. her face so pretty almost as if it was carefully crafted by god himself, her voice so sweet and smooth like honey. you felt insecure.
tsukishima had been getting close with her, which wasn't a problem at first. so what if he was friends with her, right? wrong. eventually, tsukishima had been getting way too close, cancelling plans "because she needs help studying" or "she's not feeling well, I need to be there for her"
you were getting sick. though, you held your tongue. you stayed silent and let it slide, maybe they're just good friends, that's all. is what you kept repeating to yourself.
"why are you so mad that I'm hanging out with her, geez! you have guy friends and you hangout with them all the time, why are you suddenly mad at me and her just because you're insecure? you're always like this when we hangout!" he screams again. this was the first time you ever brought it up, what could he possibly mean by 'always'?
"stop dragging useless shit into this, tsukishima! you're not stupid so stop acting like it! you know that those gestures are more than friendly!" you scream back, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I have NEVER brought this up until now, why are you so defensive, kei?! why are you hiding things from me?"
"I'm not fucking hiding anything, okay!? what do you want me to do? she's my friend! I can't just stop talking to her even if I wanted to!"
bullshit.
"really? you can't?" you say through choked sobs "are you fucking kidding me, kei? you can't? you can't stop holding her waist? you can't stop cancelling plans just to go to her house? you can't stop kissing her when you think i'm not looking? are you kidding me?"
you were shaking with anger, you couldn't find the right words at that moment, you wanted to scream and cry and shout at him but you just couldn't.
"what the hell are you talking about? I can never do anything like that, especially not with her--"
"well now you can because we're over! I can't do this anymore, kei!"
silence fills the room for a few minutes, you clench your fists so hard you were shaking. but what really bothered you the most was the slightly relieved expression on tsukishima's face.
only punctuated by your ragged breaths and the remnants of your tears staining your cheeks. tsukishima's eyes widened, the relief he initially wore began to fade into a mix of shock and regret.
tsukishima's voice, no longer fueled by anger, now shaken with uncertainty. "wait, just, let's not make reckless decisions here. I didn't mean for it to come to this!"
your heart ached as you gazed into his eyes. at that moment, you questioned if you had done the right thing. but you knew that the doubt, insecurity, and pain that had been bottling up in you had pushed you.
trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt, you finally had the strength to confront him. "Kei, you need to tell me the truth. did you do more than just kiss her?" the words hung heavily in the air, and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
tsukishima's shoulders slumped even further, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. with a voice that was almost a whisper, he admitted, "yes, I did, but--"
you let out a quivering gasp, covering your mouth with your hands. utterly disgusted with what he just admitted. betrayal surged through your veins, overshadowing the pain that had been lingering. the air became suffocating, and you struggled to comprehend the reality of his admission.
"i'm leaving," your voice shaking as you fought tears that threatened to overflow again "i should've known..."
tsukishima's gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet your eyes. "i... i didn't want to hurt you. i was going to tell you eventually...i just couldn't find the right time i--"
a bitter laugh escaped your lips, "you thought hiding the truth would spare my feelings? how could you?"
tsukishima started to get angry again, his ego and pride unable to handle the truth in your words. "fucking hell," he mumbles "i messed up, okay? i never meant for it to get this far. it just...happened."
your anger flared again, and you took a step back, distancing yourself from him. "no, tsukishima, it didn't just happen. you made choices, and you chose to betray me!"
as you turned to leave, his voice trailed after you, desperate and regretful. "i'm sorry, i really am."
but the apology fell on deaf ears. the door closed behind you, leaving tsukishima alone in the haunting silence of the room.
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King
Part II.
You hate Tsukishima Kei. With a passion. Seriously. But what happens when you, the manager of his college volleyball team, get stuck in a hotel room with him? For an entire week... With only a king bed for both of you to sleep on...
Warnings: fem!bodied reader, choking, unprotected sex, bullying (on both sides), one bed trope (lol).
Word Count: 4900+
Minors DNI, please and thank you. All characters are 18+.
A/N: I'm back with another Tsukki drabble 😌 Let's fucking go.
Smut is below the cut, as always.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” the coach was saying on the other end of the phone, “but because we added Jiro so last minute this week, I’m going to have to put you with one of the guys on the team. I already called the hotel, and they don’t have any more rooms available.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course. You didn’t think of this when Jiro unexpectedly transferred into the program and made the volleyball team this past week. You had been so wrapped up in your own excitement for the tournament that you forgot you wouldn’t get a room all to yourself this time.
“It’s no biggie, Coach,” you reply. But it is a biggie. “I don’t mind.” But I do mind. “Put me with whoever is willing to room with me!” Don’t you dare put me with that bastard Tsukishima.
“Y/N, I really can’t thank you enough for being so understanding. I’ll make sure to be extra careful next tournament so I can give you your own room like normal! Can’t wait to see you Monday morning!”
After you hang up the phone, you find annoyance bubbling up in your chest. It would be your luck that the hotel is fully booked, but then you should have expected that considering what tournament was happening this upcoming week. As you shove stuff into your suitcase, you try to come to terms with who you might room with. Jiro would be fine, since you didn’t really know each other. You’d even be fine with the team captain, Yuuji. Anyone but Tsukishima.
Before you went to sleep for the night, you prayed to any God out there that you’d get paired with anyone else on the team.
But your prayers go unanswered.
“Everyone was too shy to room with you, Y/N,” Coach was explaining to you as he walked you to your room. You had a glare plastered on your face at him. “And no one wanted to room with Tsukishima either. So, the best thing I could have done to make sure my team gets along for this tournament is-”
“To put Tsukishima with me?” you say with disgust.
“I’m not happy about it either,” Tsukishima says from beside you, glare also evident on his face. Only it’s directed at you.
You turn a harsh look on him. “No one was speaking to you, four eyes,” you snap.
“You little…” he mutters, turning to tower over you.
“Okay, you two,” the coach interrupts. “Here is your room.” He scans the key card and ushers Tsukishima in. He turns to you, handing you the key card before ushering you in as well. “Don’t lose that. I want you to be in charge of it.” You nod along as you step into the room.
“WHAT?” Tsukishima yells from inside.
You feel your annoyance bubbling up to the surface again. “Oi, Tsukishima, pipe down,” you scold.
“Y/N,” he says to get your attention. You finally glance up at him, glare ready, eye twitching to find him looking worse for wear. “There’s only one bed.”
You feel your face drop and whirl yourself around to tell coach.
“Uh, I gotta go check on the others!” he says as he dashes out of the doorway, letting the door come to a close.
So, you stand there, next to the bastard Tsukishima, at the foot of the bed, both of you in utter disbelief as you stare at the one king sized bed in the center of the room. It’s silent for a long moment.
“You’re sleeping on the floor,” you tell him matter-of-factly.
“What?!” he exclaims. “The floor is hardwood, Y/N! I have a tournament to play in this week! You’re the one that is going to be sleeping on the floor.”
You turn to him, a look of utter disgust on your face only to find he is returning the look. “You’d really make your team manager sleep on the hardwood floor?” you ask, hoping to bait him into saying no, he wouldn’t do that to you.
“Yes.”
“What?” you ask in disbelief.
“Yes, I would make my snotty team manager sleep on the hardwood floor.” He sneers down at you.
Before you can stop yourself, you raise a fist, ready to punch him, but he just sticks an arm out, hand pressing against your forehead as he continues to push you away, laughing as you struggle to get a hit in. This bastard and his ridiculously long monkey arms…
You huff out as you straighten your clothes, and he crosses his arms. “I’m going to take a shower,” you tell him. “And when I come out, I better see your bed made up on the floor.”
He scoffs and waves you away with a roll of his eyes. You feel your eye start twitching again as you close the door to the bathroom and turn the water on. As you step into the shower, you feel your anger spike again. How dare he try to make you sleep on the floor?! Didn’t his mother teach him any manners?!
You were hoping the warm water would calm you down, but as you step out onto the towel outside of the shower you find that, in your annoyance, you forgot to get your clothes from your suitcase. You curse yourself underneath your breath before wrapping a towel tightly around your body.
You crack open the bathroom door and peek out. You can see Tsukishima lounging on the bed in the reflection of the mirror right outside the bathroom door. He’s playing on his phone. Thinking you could get to your suitcase quickly without him noticing, you pad out to the living area only to come to a halt when you realize your suitcase is on the side of the bed he is currently laying on.
“T-Tsukishima,” you stutter out, nerves getting the best of you.
“What is it now?” he says as he lowers his phone to glare at you.
Your face reddens as he makes eye contact, his glare falling into a look of awe and disbelief. His own face begins to redden before he turns quickly away.
“Have you lost your mind?!” he damn near shouts at you.
“I forgot my clothes, you asshole!” you shout at his back. “And my suitcase is by you!”
“Well, hurry up and get your clothes, for Christ’s sake!”
You hesitate. “Don’t look at me,” you tell him, voice soft. “Promise you won’t look at me and then I’ll be able to get my clothes.”
He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. “I won’t look,” he promises, voice surprisingly gentle. “I closed my eyes.”
You get to your suitcase and quickly throw it open. As you’re rummaging through its contents you glance up to see that his eyes were, in fact, closed. You feel your heart skip a beat at that, for whatever reason, and speed walk back to the bathroom with your clothes in hand.
Tsukishima waits until he hears the bathroom door close again before he blows out the breath he was holding. He turns to look at the space you just occupied outside of the bathroom door and feels his face heat up again. He knew you were pretty. Hell, everyone knew you were drop dead gorgeous. Other teams would make comments before, during and after games. It drove him and his teammates nuts. Though, they would all be lying if they said they never fantasized about you before. Him included. He would often find himself being dragged into locker room talk about you after practice, after games, during team study sessions that you were never invited to. He never participated simply because he respected you too much to talk about you in that manner. His teammates thought it was just because he hated you.
The way you two interacted never went unnoticed by anyone. Perhaps putting you two together in a room was the coach’s way of telling you two to get over it. It felt like Coach was telling him he had to be friends with you. The only problem is that Tsukishima didn’t want to be friends with you in the first place.
And so, he finds himself setting up a wall of pillows in the middle of the bed. He doesn’t want to sleep on the floor, and he certainly doesn’t want you to. As he is placing the last pillow, you exit the bathroom, wet hair dripping onto the oversized tee shirt you were wearing. When he turns to look at you, he notices that the tips of your cheekbones are still a light shade of pink. Then he glances down.
“Oi, Y/N,” he says lowly, voice laced with annoyance.
“What?” you snap back.
“Where are your pants?” He points at your bare legs.
You feel your face heat up at ten times the speed. “I am wearing pants!” you exclaim, hoisting your shirt up past your navel in anger. “I’m wearing shorts!”
In your haste, you didn’t realize just how high you had yanked the shirt up.
So, there you were, shirt held tightly in your hands showing off your short sleep shorts… and the bottom half of your breasts.
“Put your shirt down!” he shouts, nearly tripping over his own suitcase as he runs over to you, grabs the hem, and yanks your shirt back down over your body.
You turn your face up at him, brows knitting together as you frown at him, completely unaware of just how much you were showing him. “I was just showing you that I had shorts on underneath this shirt,” you tell him.
“Yes, yes,” he responds, “you’ve made your point.” But I didn’t need to see that, he thinks to himself. Now how will I be able to sleep knowing they’re right next to me? And they look like that?
His hands fist into your shirt at your waist and you suddenly become very aware of him touching you.
“Okay,” you say a little too loudly, taking a giant step away from him and pushing his hands off of you. “Let’s get ready for bed.”
As Tsukishima is brushing his teeth, you walk around the room to shut lights off, leaving the bedside light on, and adjust the thermostat. You come to a halt as you lift the covers to get into the bed. You stare blankly at the wall of pillows in the center.
Tsukishima exits the bathroom, then, yawning loudly, stopping when you turn an annoyed look on him.
“I told you to sleep on the floor,” you ground out.
“And I told you, not happening,” he answers, voice snide.
“So, your solution was to put pillows between us?”
“I felt like it was a fair compromise,” he answers. “I don’t want to touch you; you don’t want to touch me.”
“And you think pillows are going to keep us separated? All night?”
“I do. Oh, and you’re sleeping closest to the wall.” He moves to where you’re standing, pushing you aside and climbing into the bed.
You stand there in disbelief. He must have lost his mind. You turn to glance around the room and notice that the side closest to the wall is farthest from the door. You feel your heart skip a beat again.
“Tick tock, Y/N,” he says as he reaches to shut the last lamp off. “What will it be?” He sneers up at you before he flips the switch, and the room goes black.
Before you can think too much about it, you stomp over to the other side of the bed.
“Stay on your side,” you tell him as you settle in.
“That won’t be a problem,” he answers back.
You turn on your side away from him, staring at the wall for what feels like forever until sleep finally pulls you under.
A knock on the door wakes you up the next morning, a voice outside telling you to come get breakfast before the bus leaves in two hours for the games.
But it’s so warm, you think as you burrow your head deeper into your pillow. You could get away with five more minutes, right? But another knock sounds on the door, signaling that it was, indeed, time to get up. You forgot coach made two rounds just ten minutes apart.
As your eyes flutter open, you realize why you feel so warm.
Tsukishima’s arms are wound tightly around your waist, your head comfortably tucked underneath his chin, face pressed into his chest. Your own arms betrayed you in your sleep as well, you notice, as you become painfully aware of their position around his body. The pillows that were meant to keep you separated are nowhere in sight. You feel your anxiety spike when you realize he has you practically trapped.
“Tsukishima,” you say trying to wake him.
He groans before his arms tighten around you. “Five more minutes,” he pleads, voice groggy. If you weren’t so anxious, you would think he sounded somewhat hot.
“Tsukki,” you try again, opting for his nickname.
He groans again, body shifting slightly before sighing, still not awake.
“Tsukki,” you say, louder this time.
He finally opens one eye to look at you, annoyed. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, pleading with him silently to let you go.
“Uhm,” you start.
“Why are you so close to me?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.
Instead of answering, you move your eyes down to look at his arms currently wrapped around your waist. It takes Tsukishima a long second to realize why you’re so close to him. Then he is shoving you away from him as if he had touched a hot stovetop. You shriek as he launches himself away from you and off the bed, waist throbbing in pain from where he had hastily shoved you away. You rub the spot with a hand.
“What the hell, Tsukishima?” You glare at him. “You didn’t have to push me that hard.”
“Let’s not talk about it,” he suggests before turning on his heel and heading into the bathroom.
So, you decide to ignore what happened. For days. If the team advances every single day, you could be sharing a room with him for the next seven days. Lo and behold, they do. You had been avoiding each other since you woke up somehow encased in his arms, eating meals separately and coming back to the hotel room at different times.
But the night before the championship game, the coach makes everyone go to their rooms early, saying something about how everyone needs to get a good night of sleep.
And so here you are, at 10:00 PM, wide awake next to the wide-awake Tsukishima whom you haven’t spoken to in days simply because you haven’t had to. Nor did you really want to, for that matter. You’re separated by pillows, but it feels like he is closer than ever to you. If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear his breathing.
“Ugh,” you finally groan. “I can’t sleep.” You frown up at the ceiling.
“Maybe if you changed your attitude, you’d be asleep by now,” Tsukishima says from beside you.
You sit up to glare at him. “I don’t see you sleeping either,” you point out.
“I’m not sleeping because I’ve chosen not to sleep yet,” he replies.
You scoff. “Yeah right, I bet its because you’ve had to sit the bench the last two games.” You were taking a low blow, you knew that. But still, you said it.
He shoots up into a sitting position on his side of the bed now, returning your glare with just as much fervor. “It’s not my fault I’ve been off my game the last couple of days. It’s because I have to share a room with the most aggravating person on the planet!”
“Oh yes, because it’s certainly not the fact that you suck at volleyball.”
Suddenly, he’s in your face. “Say that again,” he dares you.
You swallow thickly before shaking your head, glare nowhere to be found now.
“Funny how you think I suck at volleyball, but I must be good at something else in your dreams.”
You feel your face heat up. “W-what are you talking about?” you stutter.
“You mean to tell me you haven’t been dreaming of me every single night since that first morning?”
“No,” you answer, a little too quickly. You avert your gaze away from him.
“You trying to tell me you aren’t the one I hear every night moaning ‘Yes, Tsukki, right there, Tsukki’?” His voice goes up an octave as he imitates your voice and you’d very much like to crawl in a hole and die.
You had had dreams about him this week, yes, you couldn’t deny that. But were you really moaning for him in your sleep?
“You’re lying,” you accuse, voice shaky.
“Am I, though?” His hand finds its way underneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. When your gazes meet, you find that he is suffocatingly close to you. One wrong move and your lips could be touching. “Look me in the face and tell me I’m lying.” His voice oozes confidence.
Suddenly, your tongue feels too big for your mouth. You can’t even form words as you try to look away from him. To be honest, you didn’t know if he was lying or not, but you can’t exactly hear yourself while you sleep.
“Huh, look at that,” he muses as his hand moves from your chin, gliding across your jaw and into your hair at the nape of your neck. “Cat got your tongue?” He’s mocking you now. His hand fists into your hair as you avert your eyes again and he yanks your head back to look at him. You gasp out, surprised. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” When you make eye contact with him again, he smirks. “Good girl.”
You feel your face heat up at his words, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as butterflies erupt across your chest.
“Oh? Did you like that?”
You try to shake your head no but find that you can’t move because his hand is still in your hair.
“Use your words, Y/N,” he tells you, voice stern.
You swallow. “N-No,” you stammer.
Suddenly, his lips are by your ear. “Liar,” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. The feeling of his lips brushing against the shell of your ear has your sex throbbing. God, you feel like such a virgin right now.
He chuckles as he pulls back to look at your face, lips tilting up into another smirk. Your eyes are wide and doe-like, shining with a few tears, almost like you’re begging for him to take it a step further. Your bottom lip is quivering slightly, and he thinks it’s cute. He searches your face as he shifts onto his knees in front of you, hand loosening in your hair as he cups your head in his hands, thumbs underneath your jaw to direct your face up to his.
“Tell me if I’m taking things too far,” he murmurs, voice suddenly soft.
You don’t even have time to react when he crashes his lips roughly into yours. You gasp out of surprise, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. As his tongue strokes yours for the first time, you let out a soft moan at the feeling and finally return his kiss.
Tsukishima almost sighs in relief as you come alive beneath him, and he begins shoving you down onto the mattress. You let him, back hitting the mattress as he moves his mouth to your neck. You part your knees to accommodate his body as his hips make contact with your own. You crane your neck to give him more access as he sucks a bruise right into your jugular. He’s pushing your shirt up and grabbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands. Involuntarily, you thrust your hips up into his, causing his clothed cock to rub right up against your core.
He moves his mouth down quickly to capture a nipple. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from moaning as his tongue flicks across the hardening bud, hips grinding down into you to rub his hardening dick against you again. You moan at the feeling, essence leaking out into your panties as he switches sides, giving the same treatment to your other nipple, hands holding your hips in place as he relentlessly grinds against you.
Your hands are in his hair, back arching to push your tit further into his mouth as you moan out a soft call of his nickname.
His weight leaves your body as he moves to loom above you, hands planted by your head to hold himself up. He’s looking down at you, annoyed, sizing you up. Your chest is heaving, tits on full display with your shirt pushed up past your chest. Your lips are swollen, and your face is flushed.
“It’s Kei to you, right now,” he informs you, voice low. “Got it?”
You nod at him as you try to catch your breath.
Before you realize what he is doing, he has a hand in your sleep shorts and two fingers buried knuckle deep in your dripping hole. You gasp out, hand reaching to wrap around his wrist.
“Words, Y/N,” he reminds you as he watches your face contort in pleasure beneath him.
His fingers begin to pull out. “Ye-” you begin, but he shoves his fingers right back into you, smirking as you finish the S, the sound somewhere between a hiss and a moan.
“Thatta girl,” he praises as he slowly begins fucking you with his fingers, mouth finding its way back to your left nipple.
He sucks the bud into his mouth harshly, ripping a loud moan from your chest as he hooks his fingers up inside of you to hit your g-spot at the same time. He pulls his fingers from your shorts as he begins kissing down your body, fingers moving to pull your shorts and underwear off as his tongue glides across your navel. He sits up and tosses the garments to the floor. Suddenly feeling shy, you close your legs off to him. He makes eye contact with you as his hands find your knees and roughly push your legs apart, baring your pussy to him for the first time.
“Fuck,” he mutters as his hands glide down your inner thighs, body moving to settle his face right where you wanted him the most.
He makes eye contact with you as he brings his mouth closer to your sex, tongue darting out to lick a stripe right between your folds. He groans, eyes closing for a moment.
“Just as I thought,” he comments, “taste so fucking sweet.”
Your face heats up at double the speed, but before you can respond he dives right in, eating you like a man starved. His tongue makes figure eights over your clit, and you tangle your hands in his hair, shoving him deeper into you.
“Yes, Kei,” you moan out as he sucks your clit into his mouth. The sound of his first name falling from your lips like that sounds so hot to him that he finds himself leaving your core in favor of quickly pulling off his own clothes.
You watch as he settles over you, now naked, cock finding its home right between your folds as his lips find yours in a searing kiss.
“Let me fuck you,” he begs as he pulls back, voice almost coming out as a whine, lips millimeters away from yours. He grinds his hips into you for emphasis, cock head bumping into your clit.
To answer him, you reach down to grab up his dick in your hand, eyes never leaving his. You give it a few good pumps before guiding him into you. Your mouth falls open as he slowly pushes past your entrance, small gasps leaving your lips at the feeling of him filling you.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grounds out. “Relax, Y/N.”
You groan as he continues to push into you. Relax? How can you relax when the man you’ve been secretly pining for is currently all over you? Not to mention in you.
You reach up and pinch his bicep.
“Ow, what the hell?” He rubs the spot you pinched, glaring down at you.
“Oh, good. I’m not dreaming,” you reply, voice shaky, breathy laugh pushing past your lips. Without thinking, you bury your hands back into his hair and yank his face back down to yours, planting a kiss on his lips and licking into his mouth when he opens it to you.
His hips begin moving of their own accord, slowly rolling into you as your kiss gets more and more desperate. With each roll of his hips, it feels like he keeps reaching deeper and deeper inside you. You pull away from his lips to let out a load moan as the head of his cock grazes your cervix. His mouth heads south, licking and nipping at the skin on your jaw, neck and collarbones.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says into your skin before he’s reaching to push your knees up into your chest, effectively reaching a new depth inside of you.
You gasp out, finding it hard to catch your breath as your hands reach out to press against his abdomen. It does no good, though, as he relentlessly continues fucking you with a smirk plastered on his face.
“W-wait,” you gasp out, head falling back as stars find the edges of your vision when he picks up the pace. You feel the pleasure building up in your abdomen.
“No,” he tells you simply, voice breathy.
“No, wait,” you try again as the pleasure nears its peak. You want to hold out for as long as possible, but you don’t think you’ll be able to at the rate you’re going.
He shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down.
“Shh,” he shushes you.
You’re too stunned to push him away, but at the same time the action has your pussy clenching around him, and he curses from above you. With every thrust, the cord pulls tighter and tighter in your belly. It becomes almost painful trying to keep it at bay.
“Come on,” he encourages you, fingers leaving your mouth and opting to wrap around your neck. “Cum for me.”
At his words, you let yourself go, cumming around him as he continues fucking you, slowly pushing in and out of you while he tries to slow his own orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” he praises as you come down, letting your feet fall back to the bed and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.
Before you can react, Tsukishima suddenly flips over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, putting you on your hands and knees. You look back at him with wide eyes as he prods your entrance with his still hard cock before fully sheathing himself back inside you in one thrust.
Your back arches at the action, head falling back as a moan escapes your throat. He takes the opportunity to fist his hand into your hair and yank your body up so your back is flush against his front. He wraps his free arm around your waist, the hand that was wrapped in your hair coming around to find its home back around the column of your neck.
Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues fucking you, small gasps of “yes” leaving your lips as he builds you right back up to the edge.
“Look at you,” he comments. “You’re so fucking hot. It’s almost a shame I get to be the only one to see you like this.”
You can’t form a single coherent thought as you warn him of your approaching orgasm. He presses you right back down into the mattress to pick up his pace, slamming into you from behind as you bury your face into a pillow, crying out as you teeter right over the edge.
He fucks you through it again, pulling out at the last second to pump his length a few times before spilling his seed right onto your bare ass.
You both stay still as you come down, catching your breaths. It’s suddenly silent in your hotel room as the reality of what just happened dawns on both of you. You wait a few more beats, giving him a chance to break the silence before you do.
“Oi, Tsukishima…” you start, usual tone settled back into your voice. “You better clean that up.”
“Right…” he mutters. He leaves the bed to get a wet cloth, coming back to thoroughly wipe his cum off your ass.
You settle back onto your side of the bed as Tsukishima tosses the rag back into the bathroom. When he settles back onto his side you finally speak.
“Let’s… not talk about this,” you suggest.
He’s silent on the other side, probably in agreement, you think. So, you close your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tears hot on your cheeks as they silently stain the pillow beneath your head in the dark.
Only you don’t know that Tsukishima is on the other side of the bed, hoping just as much as you are that that meant as much to you as it did to him.
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Lily
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Sweat glistening on his forehead, he took four steps forward, finding it hard to muster up the courage to knock on her front door.
His thoughts raced faster than the speed of light, standing still like a tree.
His grip on the bouquet of lilies tightens, almost feeling like the flowers will explode in his hands.
The door suddenly is opened by an angel, his angel. It’s like time stopped and the only thing he could see was her face - her lips slightly parted and her cheeks just a tiny bit flushed. Her eyes darted from the bouquet in his hands to his eyes. Oh god, he thought, his legs were so close to giving up when she looked at him.
“Hello, Tobio. What brings you here?” She has a small smile on her face, her eyes refulgent. He swore he could see Sirius shining in there.
Despite the tight feeling in his throat he opens his mouth “Hi… I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me and uh this is for you”, he hands her the bouquet and looks down.
She holds the flowers gently and slowly brings them to her face, closing her eyes she lets the smell hit her nose. “Thank you Tobio, how did you know lilies were my favorites?”
“I asked Yachi.” he whispers quietly, his voice slowly dying in his throat.
She nodded her head “Mmm.. okay and oh! Yes we can go out. Where do you wanna take me?”
“To the new aquarium that opened recently”
“Yachi sure gave you the best advice” she giggled at the bright red blush on his face. “Before we go I just need to put those in a vase… wanna come inside while you wait for me?”
He immediately nods his head, and she smiles at that. She turns her back to him and goes inside her apartment, leaving the door open for him. Awkwardly following her like a lost puppy, he looks around, finally seeing where she lives.
Eyes scanning his surroundings, he finds himself in awe at how comfy and pleasant her home looks. The small yellow couch, the fluffy carpet that looks like a cloud, and the dozen lamps scattered around that make the place look cozy. She interrupts his hawking, placing a big white vase decorated with blue shapes on her coffee table.
“I’m done, we can go now.”
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
The walk on the way to the aquarium is quiet. Kageyama is trying to keep his cool and not shake from nervousness.
‘’Tobio?’’ she calls for him with that sweet voice ‘’Yeah?’’ ‘’Are you and Tsukishima still… hmmm not good?’’ she asks, turning to the side to face him ‘’Well…’’ he gulps down, trying to find the right words to answer her question
‘’We are still not talking’’ she sighs a little bit ‘’I'm not surprised, neither of you two will apologize but you know… both of you are in the wrong’’ his pupils dilated, his hands turning into a fist, his mouth becoming a straight line.
‘’It's okay Kageyama.. no need to get so tense, I'm not judging you. Just please be mature and apologize’’ He looks up at her and sees her small smile ‘’Okay, I will try.. and I will apologize.’’ ‘’Oh? That's good to hear! Now let’s stop being so serious we have a date to enjoy’’ she grabs his hand and pulls him into the aquarium.
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HOW TO: LOSE FEELINGS FOR AN IDIOT
03. HOW TO: BREATHE WHEN HE'S AROUND
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how to lose feelings for a CERTIFIED, government approved idiot. it should be easy right? wrong. you are absolutely, positively, done for. you have no idea why you’re writing the guide book when you can’t even get past the first step! first step, the only important step really: don’t have your best friend be kei tsukishima. then maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance.
Something changed between you and Kei Tsukishima. You knew life wasn't static. Change was apart of life. The same way grief, pain, and happiness were too. You were constantly growing and becoming a better version of yourself. Growth was normal for you, but not really for him.
He was a rock. Forever steady, there when you needed him. You were lucky enough to see his past beliefs shake and twist, but Tsukishima himself never changed. Even during your first fight. It was so stupid. You both were stubborn middle school students (the same today, but don't tell). That fight should've broken your friendship.
But it didn't.
Your bond was unbreakable.
Things changed when you left high school. He joined university level volleyball. He had less time for things, you included. Things became absolutely fucked when he got a girlfriend who he (spoilers) also didn't have time for.
Change was normal, but not like this.
You didn't hate it. It wasn’t something you needed to fix; it wasn’t a problem. But you weren’t sure what to do about it. Ignore it? Let it happen? But you couldn't help but sit in your bed and wonder why you weren't rushing to do go after the man who had stolen your heart years ago. Was this not what you longed for years ago?
It was. It is.
But maybe you didn't want to change either.
You don't know what possess you. A demon, a ghost, a space-demon-ghost. You have work tomorrow, and you plan on taking pictures for your photography page. By any metric, you should be asleep right now. It's past midnight. How often was he up past midnight? You tap your fingers together, an anxious habit.
Fuck it.
You call him.
This is silly. This is your best friend of how many years now? Why are you nervous, and sweaty, and oh my god - why is that you can't breathe? Do they make How-To Guides on breathing? Of course they don't. Why would they? You begged your brain to just shut the fuck up.
You fully expect the ring to go on and on, until inevitability you hear his voicemail; "Go away, I don't want to talk to you." and then click. He picks up after the second ring. You blink at your phone and re-check the screen. Maybe you were hallucinating -
"Hello?" His voice is scratchy and deep.
You shiver. "Tsukki?"
"Hm?"
Silence.
"Did you call me to just sit in silence?"
Silence.
"I'm hanging up-"
You jolt upwards in your bed. "Wait, dickhead. I just - didn't know you would pick up."
Now it's his turn to be silent. But you know Tsukki, embarrassment didn't exist to him. He's thinking. You imagine what he looks like. Laying in his bed, or maybe sitting at his desk reading a book. If he's laying down, his glasses are off, maybe his hair is a little messy. You've seen it once or twice, the fluff he wakes up to.
It made you dream of waking up next to him.
"Cool. I picked up. What do you want?"
You swallow. You have no excuse, no reason. You just want to hear him talk.
"Read me a bedtime story?"
"How fucking old are you? Seriously, Y/N. How old."
"You didn't say no."
He sighs on the other line, then shuffles. "I hate you."
He tells you a story. Then another, and then one after that. Your bright screen says two hours the next you look at it. He hates long phone calls.
Yet, he stays.
The bed time stories end, and you might be delirious. It's past two a.m., maybe almost three. What comes out your mouth is no longer your own words, but whatever demons are awake right now.
"Do you believe in the universe?" You ask, voice quiet. A small yawn follows you.
He scoffs, “No, I don’t believe in the fucking universe. Are you high?”
You sigh, and manage to turn in your bed to look up at your ceiling. The low sounds of the city laid outside your windows, but the tall buildings never made seeing the stars easy. So, instead, you put the stars where you could always see them. The stars are there, and in the corner of your eye - the moonlight.
“I think I do. I think that…some things are just, made for you, y’know?”
“No.”
You shake your head, “you don’t believe in anything.”
“No,” he denied swiftly, “I believe in what’s real. Like you and me.”
Your breath stops. You hope he can’t hear that.
“Yeah, me and you."
It sounds too good to be true.
Something else real? You love breaking your own heart.
You fake a yawn this time, "Wow, it's getting late. I think I gotta cut this short. My fish probably needs a walk or something. It’s suffocating in its tiny bowl, I swear.”
A chuckle crackles through the line, a sound you’d come to recognize well. “You’re such a loser."
“You're a bigger one. Bye Tsukki.” you say, and you move back over to your side. Your eyes trace over his contact photo.
“Bye, Y/N.”
The phone clicks. You call him the next day, and he answers.
"Is this gonna be a habit?"
You're in your living room (sort of? also your bedroom, studio apartment things), flickering through the pictures you had taken today. Only thing left was to edit them and post them to your site.
"You don't wanna hear about my day?" you ask.
"Not particularly."
"Bye then-"
He cuts you off.
"Okay, okay. Tell me."
You smile. You grab onto your phone and bring it closer.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Things were definitely changing. It was more than a phone call or two. At first, it was subtle. A gaze held longer than it needed to be, a touch that he should’ve pulled away from.
The next Saturday night found you in Tsukki’s living room, surrounded by your friends in a life-or-death situation. Monopoly. Everyone in the room knew you were the very best at board games. Especially one involving stealing money from idiots.
The room fills with annoyed laughter and groans. Whoever put you and Tsukki together were begging to lose. You smirk. Oh, the taste of victory. You could taste it. You two were unstoppable (why wouldn’t you be?). Kageyama, the sore loser, mutters something about leaving after you bankrupted him. Hinata tells him to shut up, and per usual they end up yelling at each other. It's up to you to call for order.
It didn't last long. You make the winning move. All their property was yours, and so was the game. The room explodes, game pieces and money go flying. Tsukki's coffee table is almost overturned. Monopoly was serious, even for someone like Tsukki. You both jump up. A hard-fought victory deserved a hug.
You go to wrap your arms around him, but he did it first. He hugs you so tight, that you swear you can't breathe (a fatal symptom when being around Kei Tsukishima), and spins. You laugh so hard it reaches your eyes. Then, he releases, and you think it's over.
But then, he holds onto your face, and kisses your forehead—gently, purposeful, like a tall giant. A shock wave goes through you, but he doesn’t even whisper a lick of an apology.
He locks eyes with you. “You’re amazing.”
Oh. Your breath quickens.
"Thanks, I know.” You do what you do best. Deflect. But your mind can't stop hearing him. His words echo through every corner of your brain.
He was driving you mad, and you weren’t the only one noticing it.
The clock struck twelve. You should be finishing your paper. Twelve out of sixteen was your current total. It would be the right thing to sit down, lock in, and focus.
But who decides what's right and wrong?
Not you.
Your paper could have been completed, had it not been for Hinata. But he would not stop calling until you answered. If your professor asks, it's all on him.
It started like this; your sitting at your desk, playing around with your ballpoint pen, when (admittedly) you should be looking over your notes. Turns out, Kageyama and Hinata too, had a paper they should be working on, but decided the night was young and they needed to be out!
You at first, say no, like the considerate future-orientated person you pretend you are. That is, until Tsukishima (who happens to be sitting right next to you on your bed) says two magic words. Let’s go.
Now, you walk through the streets of Tokyo with your favorite people. Your eyes are set on the nearest convenience store. It’s a local beauty, dingy with front lights barely work and weird men who try to sell you things they shouldn't. The greatest place on Earth.
The front sign flickers on and off for a moment, before buzzing in a way that could definitely start a whole store-fire. You and Tsukishima are in matching plaid pajama pants, and you even have a Karasuno volleyball hoodie on. You were not on the team. Hinata smirks when he notices, and whispers (badly) to Kageyama about it.
“She was cold.” is Tsukishima’s excuse. Yeah, right. You owned millions of hoodies—couldn’t you have worn your own?
“Mine are better. Hers are ugly.” he continues.
You scoff. He didn't have to go that far. The cold excuse is enough!
“My hoodies are not ugly. You quite literally have no fashion sense.”
“You’re in denial.” he says.
“You’re lecturing me about denial? Mr. ‘It’s just a club’?” it's a burn that makes Hinata double over in laughter.
“Enough arguing,” Kageyama pushes you forward, a step ahead of the two of them with Hinata who giggles. He quickly shifts you away from the side of the cars.
You grumble, and step over your own two feet before picking up your feet. Tsukishima mumbles something about you having two left feet, and it takes everything in you not to spin around and give him a piece of your mind. He smirks, loving the way your shoulders fall and rise in anger.
He loves the way he gets to you.
“So, Kaggy,” he makes a noise of disgust at the nickname you made up on the spot, “you still texting that one girl?” Hinata’s ears perk up, and Tsukishima looks at him, trying to feign indifference. But you knew him, he wnats to hear the tea just as much you guys did.
“Ha! Kageyama? With a woman!” Hinata barks out, a howl coming out of his lips next makes it even more obnoxious. Kageyama’s face scrunches up, and his laughter is just so infectious that Tsukki can’t help but chuckle. You let out a giggle or two.
“Hinata, last time I checked, your name was NOT Kageyama," you say through a giggle.
“What! I’m not wrong!” Hinata pouted, “I’m not entirely convinced this ‘woman’ exists. I’ve never seen Kageyama talk to a woman before. And I see a lot of Kags, more than I'd like."
Your eyebrow raises. Despite his last comment, he wasn’t that far off. Kageyama was a lost cause when it came to women. He always had been. But, things always change. You saw it in real life, and was sitll shocked. Someone came up to him. She offered him her number, and he freaked out over how to message her.
'Do I just say hey? Is hey weird? Do I say hi instead? Y/N STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME!'
It was cute, until it had been four whole days and he hadn’t even BEGUN to type a letter. At that point, you stole his phone and did the magic for him. As they texted, it got lighter and easier. Occasionally, at friend hangouts you would see him open his phone and smile, or break away for a moment to send a response back. It was cute, you liked it for him.
“We’re just friends, alright? Nothing more.” Kageyama answers finally, breaking his silence. He kicks a stray rock on the ground, anything to distract from the blood flushing to his cheeks.
“So she does exist!” Hinata’s eyes sparkle like lights on Christmas Day.
“Obviously, idiot.”
You four approach the convenience store and step through the sliding doors. Bells jingled above your head. A tired cashier lifts his eyes momentarily, but seeing you all, becomes uninterested and goes back to looking at his phone. The hum of the fridges calls out to you, ice cream. You need to stop, at this point it was an addiction.
It is as if Tsukki can read your thoughts, and looks down at you with a shake of his head.
“Don’t do it.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” you hiss back.
“Fine, don’t blame me when your shitting all night.”
“I’ll shit in your mouth.”
“Guys, we’re in public,” Kageyama has to remind, but neither of you care much, and the cashier just frowns as he scrolls through his social media.
You mingle around the shelves, going from packaged ramen, to udon, to spicy and sweet chip bags, to candy filled bags. Hinata and Kageyama whisper around about something, but your eyes search for your favorite candy.
Why the hell isn’t it here?
You frown, and circle the aisle once and then twice. You do it a third time, just to make sure you haven't lost your mind. You almost give up, but then you see one package left—but of course, it's at the very top of the shelf, all the way on the back of the shelf. Great. You can't ask for help. You just can't.
But at the same exact moment, Tsukki rounds the corner and sees you in your struggle. Tsukki is made of legs, but he will not get it—not without you begging him for it, and you will not.
You hold your nose up at him and then cross your arms. “Yup, nothing I want here.”
You were a terrible liar.
“Ask me. Nicely. Then I’ll do it.” he says, that stupid smirk.
“I’m fine. I’ll starve.”
"Beg."
"No."
He sighs, "Your annoying,” he leans forward, grabs the package, and slaps it into your hand. You lurch forward and grab it before it can fall to the ground.
“If you grew more in fifth grade, you would be able to get it.” Tsukki comments before walking away.
You follow after him with a grumble, “Shut up.”
The four of you reconvene at the center of store. The fluorescent lights flicker above your heads, a cool chill flushes from the vents and you dig deeper inside Tsukki’s hoodie.
Tsukishima has a couple of things in his hands—coffee with a strong bitter smell, his favorite chips (salty like him), banana milk, and a small pack of worm shaped sour gummies. Kageyama and Hinata’s piles looked mostly the same—except that Hinata decides sugar was a great idea at this time of night, and no one can really argue. They all had a paper to finish. Except for Tsukki that is. He finished his two weeks ago.
You hated him.
“Name one girl you’ve spoken to that’s not your mother,” Tsukki says to Kageyama.
You, at the same time, approach the counter. The cashier mumbles a quiet ‘finally’ and begins scanning your items. You bend down at the counter, engrossed by a magazine’s cover. A journalist, one of the best who was an alumni of Karasuno University. You pick it up, and add it to your heap of snacks.
“Your mom.” Kageyama says back to him with a shrug. You and Hinata don’t even try to hide your laughter. The cashier glances to you four in annoyance.
“My mom hates you.” Tsukki mumbles.
You reach into your hoodie pocket, and salvage the coins you had thrown inside. Your fingers flip over the different kinds, before reaching the correct amount. The ritual happens quickly—the cashier takes your change, it’s exact like you hoped, and you tell him to keep the receipt.
“Not as much as she hates you.” Kageyama nips back.
You open your package of candy and plop a couple in your mouth. The cashier seems to lose more and more of his faith in humanity as the insults go on and on. He just wants to go home. He lets out a sigh of relief when the doors hiss close and you four are back in the midnight cool.
“Seriously, Kageyama. What does she look like? Is she pretty?” Hinata asks, as soon as they're back outside. He never lets go, and it makes you laugh. Once Hinata was curious, there was no way of shutting him down. Eventually you would have to tell him the truth, and the whole one at that.
“He’s not gonna tell you.” Tsukki says. This time, he’s walking beside you, and steals a small candy from your bag.
“Why not?!” Hinata whines.
“You talk too much, I tell you and then suddenly the whole team will know.” Kageyama answers.
You hum, been there done that. “True. Like Tsukki’s ex.”
The words come out quicker than you can realize. Shit. That was a mistake. The four of you go dead quiet, and your eyes quickly flash to the boy next to you. You expect him to shut down, maybe do that sad Tsukki thing with his eyes.
But nope. He just reaches into your bag again, another candy. He’s completely unmoving. It has been almost a whole year, but you know breakups were a touchy subject. You and Tsukki talk about it rarely, but it was in the background of everything. You saw her influence in many things he did.
How he rejects the advances of girls at your school, how his face shifts when he sees Daichi and his girlfriend after practice. It’s a sting from a wasp that just never died. But maybe, just maybe, the pain had become tolerable? You are not often wrong.
“Hinata’s a loud mouth. Always will be.” A classic Tsukki response. You grin. Tolerable. That was better than nothing.
You interject, rejoining the conversation with a playful grin. “Come on, Kageyama, give them a little hint..”
Kageyama crosses his arms defensively. “Weren’t you suppose to be on my side, Y/N?”
Tsukishima shakes his head. “Y/N’s on the side that pays her.”
“Right,” you nod.
Kageyama eyes you both dangerously. You know something slick is going to come out of his mouth. He can't help himself. “Tsukki, you pay her?”
You rub the back of your neck. Ah. Tsukki rolls his eyes.
“Please shut up."
The walk back to your apartment is quiet, a calm against Kageyama and Hinata constant push-and-pull. They leave first, they live on the opposite side of you, closer to campus. You make sure to steal one of Hinata's pretzels before he goes.
It's always you and him. Walking together, past midnight.
Your heart is pulling you towards him; your shoulders brush once, and then twice, and he says nothing. On the third time, he bumps your shoulder back. You smile. You shut your mouth, because it’s late, and you’re tired, and this isn’t the time to be saying anything you'll regret.
The paper is done. 1/2 of your project. The other half? A presentation. You hate this shit. You push through. You didn't even stutter once. You can see how proud Tsukki is. But now, it's time for closing remarks.
Your eyes dart around the room. From the clock, to your laptop, to your best friend. Tsukki wore a slight smirk on his face. You knew what that meant. But he wouldn't, the presentation is almost over, you are almost in the clear.
As your group mate say their closing remarks, you hear the dreaded phrase. You stiffen when his hand slowly rises. He sucks. You almost want to bark to your groupmate, don’t, but you imagine your teachers angry deducting points from your final grade.
“Yes, Tsukishima?” You have to force out. Suck it up. You can hear a couple of stifles of laughter in the classroom. They knew he was about to waste your time. Your fingers impatiently tap on your skin, something he notices with only a quick glance.
“Uh, yes. I think I’m still a little confused. Can you give a more in-depth example of how you would use aerodynamics in this situation, Ms. Y/N? Sorry, it’s just what you were talking way too fast, I didn't catch it all.”
He was such an ass.
You bare your teeth, and force a nod. “Of course. So, aerodynamics…”
The presentation goes on for a record seven minutes after. You want to ignore him so bad, and at first you do this successfully. You could breathe now, easily.
As class dismisses, you walk straight past his desk, and he follows you down the steps of the building, and onto the main campus. He's like a bed bug that never leaves, even if you set the whole damn building on fire.
But this is Tsukki, he's done way worse, but he knows you were hungry and needed to be in the dining hall as soon as the clock struck 10. Yet, he still chose to be the normal dickhead he is.
“You know you can’t stay mad at me forever,” he says as you round the corner to your dining hall. You turn around to meet his eye and frown, to make it known that you CAN, but then...his stupid smile. You almost crack. A strong almost.
“You wanna bet on that?” you settle for, and quickly turn around before you can change your mind.
Tsukishima sighs. He jumps into your peripheral vision and drops his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. His smell, woody and fresh, meshes well with the scent of old rain and coffee from the university students around you.
You look up at him. His jaw, his slight smile. This is too comfortable, being like this with him. You would’ve thought just from looking at you two, that you were a couple. The thought makes you want to die. In another universe maybe, or two.
For now, you didn't think about what universe you guys could've gotten together in. Instead, you enjoy the moment.
Your campus is as quiet as it gets. The large buildings, and their large glass panes should suck you both in, but you're in your own world. Several people whisper as you pass, ‘isn’t that Kei?’ they ask. It’s like they are tearing apart every part of you; the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you look. You forget sometimes that he’s ‘popular’ on campus. All of the volleyball guys were. All the eyes on you make you lean closer to him, and Tsukishima’s grip tightens.
He didn't pay any of the eyes on him any mind, he just focuses on you.
“Y/N,” he says in that annoyingly childish way that’s reserved for you. He knew how to tick you off—and if it were legal, you would’ve killed him right there, “Look, I’m sorry, but how could I resist?” he smiles and that ticks you off more, even if he's beautiful.
“I hate you, more than I hate aerodynamics.”
“Stop saying you hate me. You don’t.”
You really do hate him and you would never stop saying it; it's because of how nonchalant he is as you walk through your dining hall. How he ignores every women’s eye; every question that’s flung in his direction. You feel this way because through every bicker, every walk home, every moment he fills your life with so much happiness you know it would never amount to anything. Nothing you could see. Nothing that was real.
You and him? That wasn't real. Not in the way it was for Tsukishima. To him, you are the little girl he met at the sandbox. He would never be yours.
At the end of the night, all you can do is dream. You dream of a world where Tsukki knows, and he loves you as something more than his stupid childhood best friend.
You think about being more than his secret-holder and his unmoving rock. You want to finally know what it means to kiss the soft lips of Tsukki, to have his fingers dance around your waist and squeeze you so tight you couldn’t breathe, to wake up next to him and hug more than your own shoulders.
Fuck Kei Tsukishima.
Your lungs ache.
Monday morning is spent without him, and so is Tuesday. Then the day after that, and the day after that one. It isn’t something new, this routine. This is how you two were. But not recently. Being around him..was nice. But did you really think it was going to last forever?
The calls go from everyday, to him hearing the sound of your voicemail.
You take a sip of your latte, and try to focus on Yamaguchi’s words that are becoming harder and harder to listen to. For whatever reason, the universe, or whatever was out there likes torturing you. You can't get the guy once, and now you can't get him twice. It was like someone took the fork inside of Yamaguchi’s muffin and stabbed you right in the heart. He’s so blonde, and so stupid, and is sitting on a bench next to a water fountain with someone who looks nothing like you.
That was his type. It burns, much more than the hot coffee flowing down your throat. You down a scary amount of coffee that makes Yamaguchi stop in his tracks.
“You two make me sick. You have to tell him.” he says, and you finally look away from the scene.
“No, I don’t, actually. Can we focus on studying, please?”
You’re a hypocrite. He scoffs. You know it. Like you weren’t just staring down both of them for a solid ten minutes.
“He’s not dating her. You know? Says he doesn’t believe in love anymore.”
It hurts. You pretend it didn't.
“So, why would you tell me to tell him?”
Yamaguchi looks at you. He’s serious. Possibly the most serious you’ve ever seen him.
“You’re different. You can pretend you aren’t, but I know it and you know it. Ever since the sandbox.”
The butterflies in your chest flutter painfully.
“Focus, yeah?”
Yamaguchi sighs. “Yeah. One day, you’ll get sick of this shitty game.”
Then, that one day happens. It’s friday night. A long time ago, you guys made a tradition to spend friday nights together.
But not today, you made up some sort of excuse. Project tomorrow!
He didn’t question you the first three times, but the fourth he didn’t allow. You’re freshly out of a shower. You wipe the steam off the mirror in your bathroom, and double check your phone. A text? No, scratch that. Multiple text messages. At least twenty. Most of them are threats. Your eyes staple on the most important ones.
tsuk tsuk (lol): stop fucking ignoring me
tsuk tsuk (lol): i asked yamaguchi he said u had no project due
tsuk tsuk (lol): be straight up w/me if i did something to offend ur sensitive ass
tsuk tsuk (lol): y/n?
tsuk tsuk (lol): ur always on ur phone so ik ur reading this
tsuk tsuk (lol): did u get u a bf? is that y ur ignoring me?
tsuk tsuk (lol): nvm i don’t care. he can die too.
tsuk tsuk (lol): i’m coming over. unlock the door idiot
What the actual fuck. You’re in shock, and in his hoodie, when he appears at your front door. He’s not amused.
a/n: a bit of a cliffhanger hehehehehehhe i'm sorry i couldn't help myself :))) i enjoyed writing this even if it took the longest omg. lmk your thoughts on the chapter !!!! also yes the pic change was purposeful, colorful ver now hehe
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i write for everyone in haikyuu and all themes except for pedophilia, non-con, yandere, n other stuff like that. nsfw is fine tho :) reader is always gender neutral unless requested/stated otherwise! i delete asks i simply don't want to write and block freely apologies for grammar mistakes! portuguese is my first language
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HEADCANONS
— ,, # How they act when they have a crush (Karasuno)
DRABBLES
— ,, # Asking you out (Oikawa, Kuroo, Atsumu)
— ,, # Sad reader pretending to be happy (Oikawa, Kuroo, Tsukishima)
— ,, # Skin Pressed Against Me Tight (Keishin Ukai x AFAB! Reader Smut)
— ,, # God, I'm So Lovesick, What Have You Done To Me? (Atsumu Miya x GN! Reader)
— ,, # Boyfriend Material (Akinori Konoha x GN! Reader)
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— ,, # Most likely to have a crush on an alternative person
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fic authors self rec! <3 when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let's spread the self-love ♥️
weee thank you for the ask, beloved <3
i have a few favorite fics but right now they are probably the following ones!! <33
novelty (tendou x reader) - post canon, has SUCH a special place in my heart, man. posted it over a year ago and it still is one of my favorite things i've ever done. <333
the notebook theory (tsukishima x reader) - college au, i loved writing kei and getting to think about him and the way he loves and also i love reader in this a lot. their story is special to me.
bird of prey (tendou x reader) - the only series i'm working on currently, only three chapters are posted but i love writing this so far and i'm excited to get to the meat of the story and conflict. i also am having fun characterizing tendou in this. he's a little different from how i usually write him and im having fun imagining how it's gonna play out. plus, y'all know i enjoy a rare pair in my fics every now and then and this one is gonna let me explore one WEEEE.
and OF COURSE!!! the people we became (bakugou x reader) - zombie apocalypse au, five chapters long, the closest i've ever gotten while writing to meeting god. i had SO MUCH FUN writing this. just one of those fics that felt like it fell into place. a TOTAL blast to write, a little sadder to read, still precious to me.
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Haikyuu boys being/ responding to being a Vampire .🍷🖤
Fluff & Smut 💋
TW : BLOOD
Note - I have no idea of Vampire lore or anything vampire at that so if something not right I’m sorry .🖤
Kurro ❤️
"Are you 100% sure , your ready ?"
Kurro look at you with heavy lidded eye filled with desire and lust .He really want you he practically begging for you to get a little taste of you .He dreamed of this moment coming to his mind since the moment he met you , your aura was the beautiful thing he even seen and god your blood smelled so tender .He had to hold back for years he didn't want to mess this opportunity up with you .
"I'm ready "-y/n
You give him a big smile of resistance you pull him into kiss you can tell he really trying to hold back buh he act crack as his hand and sharp mail grip into your thigh .
"It ok you can feed on me as much as you need Tetsu ."-y/n
In a flash he kisses your neck gently and muter quietly enough for you to still hear .
"Waited so long want you feel special "
He kiss from your ear all the way down the nape of your neck and slightly start to suck softly not leave to big of a hickey buh just get his sent on you so no other vampire will ever look at you , he want you to be fully sented of him his sharp fangs slightly go through the layer of skin and he slightly sucks you can help buh let out a sweet moan .
"Mhm ~ " -y/n
He look at you and his eye gleam red hue with passion
"Want to please you Tetsu~ take as much as you want ."-y/n
The sweet praise like honey finally get the sweet flavor of your blood claiming you as his .
He take his teeth out after he see the exhaustion your body he may have gotten a little carried away .
"Love you Y/n thank you for trusting me did so good "
He slightly pet your head and pulls you into his chest as he kisses the top of your head you eye soon falling heavy as you breath in Kurro sent .
You mutter a quick
"Love you "
As you close your eyes and Kurro hold you he so happy he can't even express he can't wait to tell Bokuto he finally as Y/n all to himself
Tsukishima ❤️
This man met his match because that mouth of his will get him into hell fire.He talk to you as if you weren't a blood sucking feen .It one thing you admire about him even though your different he still talk to you the same as everyone else buh you were special to him more than you could ever know .
"Kei~!! "-y/n
"What do you want ?"
He let out a heavy sigh he know you to well well you yell that name it one - you want something
2-you feel good [ifyk what I'm saying ]
"Nothing you we still going on our date ?"-y/n
You both had planned a at home movie date you both set up your "fort " more like a whole bunch of blankets and stuff animals .You both cuddle for a while but your need and lust over fills .You can't help the blush that creep on your face .
"What up shorty ? I haven't even done anything and you blushing mess pathetic "
God that sly mouth but no matter what he say there no venom in his words you know he love you .You hand creep up to his neck and you slowly draw circles on we're your last bite marks we're .
"Kei need you ... now ."-y/n
As another sly remake was about to leave his mouth you shut it by sending your tongue down his throught and your both hand out slight pressure as you slightly squeeze what yours .Kei try to stop the small whimpers and groin that left his mouth buh he can't back up all that talk he says .You straddle his lap and look deeply into his eyes
"Kei your quiet all of sudden what wrong "-y/n
You smirk against his neck and you softly breath into his neck your warm air creeping on his neck his whole face is red
"Not the only one flush am I , Kei be a good boy and let me have a bite ."-y/n
He leans his neck back giving you more acses giving premission he never turn down his little blood feen seeing you hapoy over getting to drink only his blood make him happy as well .He get off to it but he'll never tell you that .
You bite into his skin his blood feeling your mouth his mouth parts open as his hand go to grab at your ass .He like putty in your hand talk all that game buh when it come down to it your the one on top claiming him every time you sink your teeth .His hip buck forward as you suck harder .
As you finish your meal you look back and see the dazed sight Tsuki in his mumble slight praise as his hand wander all over your body .He always let's his feen have want they want .
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hiii may i request a matchup for genshin, haikyuu and tears of themis—preferably the male characters please! i usually go by kei hehe, hope we get to interact more often (read ur works, its so good!! keep it up<3)
for starters, my mbti is intj-t and my enneagram is 5w6 if it helps!
i'd say that i am a person of routine. i like to follow through a schedule or routine because i do think that really helps me structure my day. it does get to the point that i neglect my own health because i prioritize getting a task done for the day. i also hate changing plans last minute, so i feel guilty when i do that sometimes.
in terms of personality, i'd say i'm pretty introverted, so i really need someone else to approach me first. when i open up to someone, i try my best to help and support them as much as i can, even if they don't know. i'm not really one to show my affections blatantly like saying it out loud so i guess you can say my love languages are acts of service and quality time!!
in my spare time, i like to draw, write, read and play games. one thing i want to get into but unfortunately, have not succeeded in yet is cooking. god knows what happens when you give me a pan (i'd probably give myself food poisoning).
in a romantic partner, i like someone who brings me out of my zone all the while respecting my boundaries. i have a small social battery so i would like a partner who isn't so clingy. the major icks i have in a partner is someone who is overly selfless (i don't think i can live everyday constantly worrying about my partner) and someone who is overly emotional because sometimes it gets too overwhelming for me.
for date ideas, i'd like something that is either intellectually stimulating, like a date night where we solve mysteries on crime channels or something very laid back, like a picnic or something.
thank you and i hope u have a great day<3
hello kei! thank you aaaa 🥹 i'm so glad you like them (ur childe angst fic on my brain 24/7) hope you like ur matchups!
GENSHIN IMPACT ---- HEIZOU SHIKANOIN
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ heizou isn't the easiest person to impress — so kudos to you that you're able to attract his attention. as someone who has seen his fair share of intriguing dynamics that tend to get people, like clients of the tenryou commission, in sticky situation, he rarely gets invested in relationships and whatnot. you, however, were definitely testing this resolve of his. he definitely approaches you first, and though your first meeting was admittedly awkward, you both grew to mutually respect each other very much! sometimes, heizou would go to you with a case and ask for your input — even if he already got it all figured out, he honestly just wants an excuse to talk to you. as a partner, heizou remembers every single detail you tell him about yourself like its just abcs to him that he immediately knows what to get you. he's much more extroverted compared to you, so he definitely would inch you towards stepping out of your comfort zone. expect a lot of unorthodox date ideas from him, tbh. but heizou is also a very perceptive guy and knows when enough is enough for your comfort. when you mentioned how much you liked solving mysteries, he sometimes would bring you along on simple cases (as long as it was safe ones, he wouldn't want to put you through unnecessary danger). when he sees you staying past midnight to finish yet another task, he would offer to help you or just stay up to keep you company. for one of those times he goes the extra mile for you, heizou would organize a whole murder mystery party and invite some of your mutual friends for a fun time. he also constantly affirms how intelligent he finds you to be! thank goodness both of you haven't gotten the time to cook for each other but heizou usually brings you snacks like dango and milk tea.
HAIKYUU!! ---- TSUKISHIMA KEI
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ tsukishima found you to be too quiet during your first meeting. he barely knew anything about you because you weren't exactly the type who'd volunteer personal information, but it was a pretty good change of pace compared to when he's around his karasuno teammates. tsukishima is notably quite antagonistic to almost everyone, but with you, it ends up becoming a banter of sorts, with both of you not really holding any ill towards the other. he admires your tenacity and your commitment to stick to a routine, which is one of the many things that contributed to his gradual affection towards you. yamaguchi though is probably the one who makes him realize this, lol. tsukki probably would be too dense to realize the crush. as a partner, tsukishima isn't very showy with his affection. he prefers not to display his relationship with you in public, as he prefers to keep things with you as more solemn and private. though tsukishima gradually opens to holding your hand in public — at first, he says that it's because he wants to make sure you don't get lost, but his teammates clearly see right through this excuse. he's the definition of grumpy that softens around the person he likes, as he lets you see his vulnerable and softer side. though you may end up bantering still, it's still more of in a teasing way rather than an antagonistic kind. tsukishima has some strong opinions and so do you, so the both of you respect each other's wishes very well and find a common ground or compromise around date ideas. he's not the surprise type of person, but date ideas from him are often meticulously planned, as he understands that you like you a semblance of a routine.
TEARS OF THEMIS ---- VYN RICHTER
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ vyn was ... well, he was a little complicated. for one, he places a lot of people at arm's length, so whenever he interacted with you, it's fairly obvious that there is an emotional barrier that prevented a true connection. vyn could easily read you like an open book, but it wasn't the same case for you until you actually persisted to knowing even more about him. the both of you engage in a lot of deep conversations which honestly contributed to vyn's growing affections for you, though he would deny this. funny that the psychiatrist man cannot comprehend when did his feelings become romantic, but it's probably due to his deep seated insecurity of you not liking or understanding him back. as a partner, vyn does not easily open up — but he definitely goes the extra mile to make sure your comfort is prioritized. though it takes a while for him to actually be vulnerable with you, he's a romantic when it came to making sure you feel loved. as someone who grew up seeking for affection but never receiving it, he doesn't want to put you through such. words of affirmation? he's got you covered there. maybe it was his training as a psychologist, but he knows the right things to say when you're feeling stressed and gives exceptional advice when you're struggling. he doesn't like seeing you frustrated or neglectful of your own health, so he definitely helps you in tasks when it's getting rather late. oh! and every birthday, he would bake you a cake and your favorite treats for the day. though he's attempted to teach you how to bake, it somehow fails every time so he just resolves to bake it for you himself.
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𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 .ᐟ - kei t. 📼 ; 004
What's so special about her, huh? Why is he constantly anxious whenever speaking to her? It's been two days. It sounds so out of character for him. Meet a girl at your game, she hits you up, you talk, and you're presented with the opportunity to meet her face-to-face. Not everyone gets to do that! He sounds like Yamaguchi... maybe this wasn't a good idea.
She's an idol—a beautiful one—not that none of them are, but most aren't Tsukishima's type. Does he even have a type? He might just be into exotic people (he's gonna kill Hinata for putting that god-awful thought in his head). Even if Tsukishima was serious about this, was there even time for her to commit? Commit. Committing. The word leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He had enough on his plate as is, can he afford to handle her?
He's thinking too far ahead. They haven't even made it past the talking stage if it could be called that. For now, Tsukishima just settles on the idea that it's just a tiny friendly crush.
"Hey." It's small. So subtle that if it were a virus, worldwide, properly educated professionals wouldn't be successful in finding it. Yeah. A stupid crush, like an elementary school one.
"Can't believe you threatened me to come out here, it's cold as hell." Shivering. To Tsukishima it's not that cold, probably because of his arm sleeves and his adaptation to the climate inside as opposed to the excruciating heat just outside the door. "I didn't threaten anything."
A spectacularly maintained eyebrow curls up. There's no way she isn't aware of how pretty she is. Pretty? Stunning? Gorgeous? No. None of them fit, her beauty is definitely unmatched.
"Right. Next you'll tell me pigs fly." That voice. Just hearing her sing isn't enough, he wants to hear it all the time. Talking, singing, ranting, just keep giving him that pushback. "... Thank you for coming." He lets out, a quick and low nod of gratitude sent her way. "No problem. I wasn't gonna turn down a free invitation. Yeah, I don't know a single thing about volleyball, but I know you were killing it out there. You looked like a damn iron wall." Not necessarily, someone else has that title, or used to. Either way, he's appreciative of the compliment. Tsukishima towers over her stand-offishly, unaware of how to verbalize his thoughts.
How does he even respond to that? Can he counter it eith something else? No, it'll probably come out backhanded. Maybe he could say something about her outfit, or bring up her makeup, or her— "Something wrong? You okay?" He's brought back to reality seeing her snap in his face, face nearly disturbed. "Hm? Yeah. I zoned out. Was thinking about... the game." He has got to work on his flirting more. Y/n eyeballs him weirdly, as if something appeared his face or had some green stink cloud surrounding him. "I'm gonna go. Don't miss me too much." She throws a wink at him which would've killed him if Tsukishima didn't hate expressing himself.
ᐟᐟ☆ fun facts 🥂
₊ ⊹ tsukishima was, in fact, being petty and nasty ₊ ⊹ he also doesnt play that one and done bs, so that's why he's being so "okay miss girl" abt it ₊ ⊹ tsukishima had to fight tooth and nail to get away from publicity which is why he settled in the back (he hates public attention) ₊ ⊹ yachi thought tsukishima was jerking off 😭 ₊ ⊹ this little situationship is starting to boggle his mind just a tad (THE ANGST IS STARTING FOLKS!!) ₊ ⊹ he deleted the tweet 30 mins later bc everyone kept suggesting weird shit
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Hanging out with their Friend ft. Kuroo, Oikawa, Tsukishima
❅Genre : Fluff, Crack,
❅Pairings: Kuroo x Reader
Oikawa x Reader
Tsukishima x Reader
❅Warnings: none
❅A/N : aka the boys being jealous beans
REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG
Kuroo
You were hanging out with Kenma at the arcade Kenma calling it a reward after the five hours you both spent on your project.
“You're really good at these games I can't win any” you said smiling
“Well I do spend a lot of time in the arcade” Kenma said chuckling
“A lot of time to win every game here?” you chuckled
Meanwhile Kuroo was waiting at your house to spend some time with you for the weekends of course you weren't at home. You kinda forgot to tell him about it and you left your phone at your house so all his texts and calls went to voicemail.
‘Where could she be’ he thought slightly annoyed
He decided to ask your friends if they knew about your whereabouts
“Oh y/n? She told me she was gonna do her project with Kenma” your friend said nonchalantly
“Alright thanks a lot f/n” he said in a sweet voice
His best friend?!? How could you do this with Kenma and not tell him? A better question: why didn't Kenma tell him about it? He won't admit it but he was jealous that you were hanging out with his best friend without him.
He knew by this time you'd both be done with the stupid project. Where else does Kenma like to go? The arcade he thought so he rushed to the arcade.
“Aww Kenma you didn't have to get me this” you said holding the giant stuffed teddy bear
“Well you kept looking at it like a baby who wants candy” he replied
“Yeah but you could've used the tickets to buy something else” you pouted
“Well we're friends and I've gotten most of the things I want from here” he smiled
“AHA CAUGHT IN 4K” you hear a voice booming through the arcade and the sound of a picture being taken
All you and Kenma said was
“Huh?”
“Don't huh me” the voice turned out to be your boyfriend who looked ticked
“What?” You said very confused
“What are you both doing here?!?” He interrogated
“Playing on the arcade what else do you think” Kenma said as he rolled his eyes
“Don't sass me I'm the cop and interrogator here” Kuroo scowled
“Are you high or something” you asked confused
“No, are you?!?” Kuroo yelled
“Will you stop beating around the bush and just tell us what's wrong” Kenma said annoyed
“Why are you both hanging out with me?? More importantly why didn't you tell me” Kuroo said fuming
“Because you're an ass to deal with and you show way too much PDA” Kenma said nonchalantly
“Well that's one way to put it” you said trying to hide your laugh
“Excuse me?!?” he said angrily
“Well I forgot to tell you… sorry” you said scratching your head
“Hmph I'll forgive you this time” he said as he crossed his arms
Before you were all about to leave to go home Kuroo noticed something
“Where'd you get that” he said pointing at the teddy bear you were holding
Oh god is what you thought
You looked at Kenma and he signalled you not tell him as you looked back to Kuroo
“I got it myself” you said as sweat dropped down your face
“You're lying you suck at the arcade” Kuroo scowled
“First of all ouch that hurt, second of all I'm not lying why would I lie” you said slightly pissed
“Well it doesn't matter I'm winning you another one” he said
“Hey you don't need to make such a big deal–” but before you could stop him was already at the machines to get some tickets
“You can't stop me” he glared
You and Kenma looked at each other
“You're right I shouldn't have gotten you that” he sighed
“Well looks like it's too late now” you chuckled
You ended up with two of the bears and Kuroo carrying both of them
“Where am I gonna put both of these” you frown
“Well you should've thought of that before asking him to get you one” Kuroo said
“She didn't ask me to get her one I decided to get her one” Kenma said annoyed
“How could you?!? Your own best friend” he gasped
“She's my friend” Kenma defended
You look at both of them and sigh
This is gonna be a long day
Oikawa
You were with Iwaizumi walking home from buying some groceries
“Thanks again Hajime you really didn't have to” you smiled
“Call it a thank you for keeping Shittykawa in check” he smiled back as you giggle
“Are you sure you don't need help with that” you asked
“Yeah I'm fine I'm sure if I left you alone with these bags you'd take hours to get home” he smiled playfully
“It would not!” you pout as he chuckled
Meanwhile your boyfriend Oikawa was looking all over for you to walk you home from school
“Oikawa? Why are you still here?” Mattsun asked as him and Makki walked outside the school gates
“I could ask you the same thing” Oikawa said slightly annoyed as he couldn't find you
“I asked first” Mattsun retorted
“I can't find Y/N-chan” he said crossing his arms pouting
“Oh she went with Iwaizumi home” Mattsun said nonchalantly
“SHE WHAT?!?” he gasped loudly
“Jeez what are you a megaphone” Makki said annoyed
“Is that really why you've been standing here for so long” Mattsun sighed
“HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME WITH MY OWN BEST FRIEND” Oikawa yelled
“Looks like he's in his own world again” Matsun groaned
“Let's follow him and see what happens when he sees her with Iwaizumi” Makki grinned
“Thanks for walking me home and bringing the groceries I owe you a lot” you smiled brightly
“It's nothing really” Iwaizumi smiled back
“How bout we get some ice cream tomorrow as a thank you gift” you asked
“Sure after practice” he replied
“HOW DARE YOU” you hear someone yell
You both look at where the sound is coming from to see Oikawa running a hundred miles an hour while Mattsun and Makki were tiredly running after him
“I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING AND HEARING” Oikawa yelled angrily but he got smacked hard on the head by Iwaizumi
“Will you shut up” Iwaizumi scowled as Oikawa glared
“Hey hey no fighting” you said getting in between them
“What's wrong with you” you asked annoyed
“WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU” he yelled
“Will you stop yelling” you said crossing your arms
“Jeez you ran so fast my bunions grew bunions” Makki said panting
“YOU LEAVE ME AT SCHOOL THEN DECIDE TO HAVE ICE CREAM TOMORROW WITHOUT ME” Oikawa yelled like a child
“You wanna yell some more” Iwaizumi said pissed off as he rolled up his sleeves
“Really? You're throwing a tantrum over that” you deadpan
“What'd you expect it's Oikawa” Mattsun chimed in
“I was waiting for hours” he whined
“Well sorry I forgot to tell you but if I did you'd just complain the whole walk home about carrying the groceries” you explained
“I would not!” He gasped
“You definitely would” Makki Mattsun and Iwaizumi said in unison
“Shut up” he scowled
“Didn't know you were such a jealous person” you chuckled
“I'm not you should've told me where you went I had to wait for hours” he said pouting like a baby
“Maybe if you weren't surrounded by your fangirls I would've” you rolled your eyes
“Don't you trust me and Hajime” you teased
“W-What no I do” he said
“Clearly you don't” Makki chuckled
“Wow how rude” you said dramatically looking away
“I do trust both of you” he pouted
“Doesn't seem like it” Mattsun said as Iwaizumi nodded
“Shut up all of you are so mean” he whined
“Alright you big dork how about we head inside I'll cook us some dinner” you smiled
“Y/N's food? Count me in” Makki said as he went inside
“Me too it's been a while” Mattsun followed
“You better not eat it all” Iwaizumi scowled going inside
“Fine I'll forgive you this time” Oikawa pouted
“Thank you” you pecked his cheek “you're such a dork you know that” you giggle
“A dork you love so much” he said smugly
“Yeah yeah whatever” you said pulling him inside
Tsukishima
You were walking with Yachi to hand out the team's water bottles after a tiresome practice. As you call out to them you failed to see the volleyball flying at you
“Y/N WATCH OUT” you hear Daichi yell
Before you can even react you see the volleyball flying out you only to get blocked and pushed by Kageyama whom which injured his knee
“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry” you said panicking as he winced quietly in pain
“It's nothing Y/N” he tried to give you a reassuring smile
“Get him to the nurses office” Daichi yelled across the room you both nodded
“Wait let me help you” you said worriedly
You both exit and go to the nurse's office
“Guess that spike was a bit too hard sorry” Tanaka said scratching his neck
“A little? You could've hurt Y/N” Tsukishima glared
“C-calm down Tsukki” Yamaguchi said
“Looks like he's only concerned about Y/N” Daichi sighed
“Pretty typical if you ask me” Sugawara said
You carefully brought Kageyama to the nurse's office and patched up his knee
“Careful don't move it too much or it might hurt more” you scold lightly
“T-Thank you y/n you really didn't have to do this though” he blushed
“Well you defended me from that volleyball it's a thank you” you smiled brightly as he continued to blush profusely
“I'm sorry about this you're probably not gonna be able to play for a while” you looked down and frowned
“No no it's ok it doesn't hurt too badly I'm sure I'll get better in a day” he said trying to cheer you up
“Hey don't force yourself though alright?” you said as he nodded
“Jeez what's taking you both so long” Tsukishima walks in and you see an annoyed expression on his face
“Didn't expect to see you here” Kageyama looked over to Tsukishima to see him glaring
“Daichi and the others wanted to know if you're okay” he said annoyed
“I expected them to ask someone like Hinata to come here” you said
“Is there something wrong with me here” he glared
“No it's just weird hearing you accept it especially if it's Kageyama” you teased
“Yeah he'd only care if you were the one who was hurt” Kageyama said
“Doesn't matter will you be able to go on or what” he scowled
“No I'll have to take a break until it gets better” Kageyama replied
“Alright then hurry up and let's get going” Tsukishima said getting more annoyed
“Someone's in a bad mood” you whisper
“What was that” he said as his expression darkened as he looked at you
“Oh nothing” you said innocently
As you three got back to the gym you noticed the tension between Tsukishima and Kageyama
“Tsukishima seems grumpy” Hinata said
“Well he's always grumpy” you chuckled
“Well doesn't he seem grumpier than usual” Hinata asked
You look over to see Tsukishima glaring at Kageyama intensely
“I guess you’re right hopefully it doesn't affect practice” you said worriedly
Practice was alright besides Tsukishima glaring at Kageyama from time to time and he was certainly grumpier when responding to people
After practice and everyone left you pulled Tsukishima aside
“What is it now” he scowled
“Is someone jealous” you tease
“No” he said blankly as he put his headset on
“You sure? You're more grumpier after he saved me from getting hurt” you tease as you put it back down
“I'm not grumpy and if I was it's just a coincidence” he said looking away
“No need to be jealous he saved me so of course I'd help him that's all” you said as you pulled him to a tight hug
“Pfft like I'd be jealous that the king would steal MY girlfriend” he said returning the hug as you giggle
“All yours” you pecked his cheeks as he blushed
“Better be that way” he said
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Emergency meeting
What exactly have led you to this situation? You were standing on the warm late autumn evening behind the school with a mumbling guy in front of you.
"Y/N-san, I've been watching you for several months … The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you sing to yourself, when you think nobody's watching … everything is mesmerizing", he started from afar.
You didn't interfere, as you were determined to figure out, why on Earth would someone be so sure that you were looking for a partner and that he was the one for you.
You have already had a boyfriend. Tall, salty, ridiculously blunt? Yes. But you were perfectly fine with that. You smiled at the thought of how exactly you became a couple right after the match with Shiratorizawa. Then you frowned at the thought of how long you two needed to understand the mutual feelings. That's when you were pulled out of your thoughts.
"Um, are you alright?", the boy was struggling with reading your emotions.
"Yes, sorry about that. What were you saying?".
"I was hoping that we could go out sometime and get to know each other better".
"I am really sorry, but this is impossible", you tried to soothe the bitterness of rejection. "I am already in a happy relationship and I treasure it".
"But they say you are looking for a partner. Did they scam me?!".
"What? Who? I am sorry, I don't quite understand? Can you explain, please?", you furrowed your brows.
"Tanaka and Nishinoya sad you are available".
"Available? Huh? Is this a joke?", you turned and started mincing towards the gym.
"I'm gonna kill these two ***".
"No need. I am going to do it myself. Sorry for that one more time!".
You entered the gym with a pure desire to beat up the matchmakers.
"Oh, hey, Y/N!", Yamaguchi waved. "We are done for today. Tsuki's changing. He comes in a minute".
"What? Ah, yeah. OK. Thanks. Are Tanaka and Noya here?".
"Oh! That's our lucky one! How's your confession? Isn't he a perfect match for you?", Noya and Ryo were almost radiating from how proud they were to find you a perfect couple.
"Who in the Universe told you that I need a boyfriend?", you were almost shouting.
Suga, who actually knew that you and Tsukishima were a thing, he saw you kissing on the stairs right after the reward ceremony, and the other 2nd years were watching the scene in silence.
The things started to take a very interesting turn.
"You told that to your friend the other day", they answered in unison.
"Huh? When? And why were you sneaking up on me?".
"You were looking at the phone and there was a pic of your friend with a boyfriend and a…".
"The dog! There was a picture of a dog, you two crackheads! Oh my God!, you tried not to giggle, but the situation was ridiculous.
"A dog?!", the came to a realization.
"Yeah".
"But was the guy not good? Did he have a bad breath?", they didn't want to cancel their plan of finding you a match.
"W-what? No, no… the guy was ok, I guess, but that's not the point…".
"Ok, Ryo, we need an emergency meeting!".
"Yeah, Noya-san! Chikara, Suga-san, you too!", there was nothing what would stop them at the moment.
The next moment you found yourself sitting in front of a whiteboard with a huge headline "Y/N's ideal type".
"What the heck? Where did you take it?", you tried to process all that was happening.
"So, what your ideal guy should look like?", two pairs of crazy eyes were staring at you, demanding an answer.
"He surely should be 6' 2" at least", Suga exclaimed from aside, grinning.
You inhaled and decided to play along, since you couldn't stop the train of uncontrollable flow of thoughts.
"I do prefer when a guy knows how to use his tongue", you stated and giggled.
"Ah… wha...how...", it was a hilarious pause. You were trying so hard not to crack.
"What I mean is that a man should know how to use words and brain. I like a guy, who can pronounce - Parasaurolophus - at least".
"Para-who?", Noya's face was almost screaming from pain.
"Parasaurolophus", you jumped a bit from hearing the voice of your one and only Dinosaur expert.
"Oh, Tsukishima! Join us, your big brain should help us".
"Help with what exactly?", he was analyzing the situation and what it is got to do with you. Then he saw the headline on the board and frowned.
"Oh, I know one more!", Suga was having a good time,- "he should definitely wear glasses!".
You giggled.
"Yeah, I like the glasses".
"Hm, now I understand why you turned down that guy", Tanaka pondered over for a moment.
"What's next?", Noya asked.
Your phone went vibrating.
Kei
Care to explain?
You
¯_(ツ)_/¯ It is what it is. Just play along 💗
Kei
Why? What is in it for me?
You
You get to see their faces, when they realize we are dating?
And you get to peak the movie for the Friday movie night.
Kei
Deal.
"So, what's next? Hair color?".
"Blonde", you were sitting there like in an interrogating room.
"Eyecolor?".
"Hm. That's a tricky one. I would say hazel, but someone could disagree", you winked at Tsuki, and he rolled his eyes.
Suga was very entertained by this interactive movie, so he pushed further.
"Now tell us about your personality preferences, Y/N-chan", he winked and smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"Oh, I have a really bad taste in boys", you laughed briefly, trying not to look at your boyfriend, who were visibly annoyed. You could tell that by the growing crease on his forehead. "But I am perfectly fine with that".
"She's just teasing you", Suga tapped Tsukishima on the shoulder.
"Yeah. I know".
"Oh, did I mention, that he should have a good taste in music? That's VERY important, Maybe he should not be so academically involved, though…".
"You are having fun, aren't you?", Tsukishima asked, irritated.
"Am I? This is a big deal, you know. We are talking about my future partner here", you mocked him.
"Can we go already? Didn't you say you want to try that Taiyaki?".
"Oh, and you won't complain?".
"When did I?".
"Um, let me think, the last time at that coffee shop, you annoyed the crap out of me, only because their shortcake was not fluffy enough", you stocked your tongue.
The team was in pure shock. Tanaka and Nishinoya were paralyzed by the little conversation between you two. Sugawara was grinning, and Yamaguchi looked like he had won a lottery. Daichi clearly noticed the change in your interactions, so it was not a big surprise for him.
It is not like you and Tsuki hide your relationship from everyone. It is just that you were content with what you had, not shouting at every corner about your happiness.
Of course, Yamaguchi knew everything, how could he not? He was the first to figure out your mutual attraction and helped his friend to accept the feeling.
"So, Y/N, can we go?", he sounded tired.
"Yes, sure", this time you had no intention to tease him, it was clear he was tired after the training.
"I am sorry, guys. You are the best, but I don't really need a boyfriend. I have already got one ... the perfect one, actually. So, please, no more matchmaking. I don't want to break anyone's heart, because my feelings won't change. I am totally in love", you started to walk towards the door and you could see Tsuki's ears were painted pink.
"I don't understand... wait! Tall, blonde, glasses, bad personality...", Tanaka started to decipher.
"He doesn't have a bad personality, he just isn't that emotionally agitated like you guys", you took Kei's hand, interlocking your fingers and walked out of the gym. He didn't withstand it.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You are dating Tsukishimaaaaaaaaaaa!", the gym burst out with screams. You heard Suga's laughing his guts out and Daichi snapping at all of them.
"Go home, you Sherlock and Watson. And don't you dare to mock those two, or I swear I am going to kill you", Daichi was dead serious.
"Pfft...hahahah. I told you it will be pretty entertaining", you told Tsuki.
"I am glad you had fun", he answered with a slight smile. "Were you serious there?".
"M? About what? You having a bad personality?".
"You are being today incredibly funny", he rolled his eyes. "I meant, you... being in love... with me... ", he mumbled, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.
"Nah, I was just mocking them", you giggled.
"You are a dork", he stated. "But I guess I love you too".
"Wooow. Tsukishima-san. I guess I love you too. This is a confession, that one receives once in a lifetime. But I can't complain, I'll take it. Kiss me", you stopped and locked your eyes with his.
"We are in the middle of the street".
"Yeah. I know. Who cares?".
"Um... I do?".
"Fine. Let's go, then, the Taiyaki booth will be closed soon", you turned and started to walk.
"Ah, you are one stubborn Kookoo, you know that?", he sighed and surrendered.
"What? I can't hear you. You hurt me right here, in my meow meow", you tried to hold back laughter.
"No, not again with that dorky memes. Come here".
"No. I am dealing with a heart brake here".
"Y/N", he sounded dead serious.
"Yes, Sir. Don't be angry. I am just goofing around. You knew what you were signing for when you kissed me on the night of your glorious triumph… besides, ".
And then he kissed you, gently caressing your jawline. You melted into his touch and he noticed it.
"You are so short, it gives me neck ache every single time".
"Maybe you should stop kissing me, then".
"Yeah. I probably should".
"It is such a shame you can't", you walked over to him and stand on your tiptoes. "Sorry, not sorry". This time, you gave him a peck on the lips. When you were about to break the kiss, he pulled you back.
And you stayed like this for a moment, enjoying the tenderness between the two of you.
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Just a piece of paper
Tsukishima x reader
warnings: None! just a little cursing probably. Overall just Fluff
Watching the girls putting two love letters into Tsukishima’s locker let down your hopes.
You know he gets a lot of attention normally, it’s natural he gets a lot of love letters on valentines day. Somehow now the piece of paper you put your heart in is not that important anymore, it could get lost in those two other ones. God knows how many other girls had leave their letters and how many would do it through the day.
Trying to walk away with a knot in your throat, you bumped into something that wasn’t there before.
“Sorry-“
“What you have there?” Of course, life has to be cruel with you.
“Nothing, just a piece of paper” Your eyes met up with his and the sweat in your hands increased notoriously.
“It has my name on it. Is for me?” A sadistic grin appeared in his face letting you know he knew exactly what was happening.
“Well… yes, but that doesn’t mean it’s for you”
“Then what is it?” Tsukishima said persistently.
“Just a piece of paper with your name on it.”
“So, i assume there’ll be no problem if i take a look.” His hands held the letter softly, before taking it out of your hands you pressed it against your chest, and just assuming your cheeks were bright red, you spoke in a nervous tone trying to explain yourself.
“It’s a love letter… from a girl. She asked me to give it to you” Your excuse would’ve been believable only if you hadn’t been so nervous about having it in the first place.
Your reaction caught him off guard and after the initial shock, he came back to his original condescending face.
“Oh, in that case, why would you try to hide it from me?”
Not having an answer for it he continued when you looked away.
“Are you jealous? You don’t want me to look at it?”
“I'm not jealous, don’t be stupid.”
“Then can I have it? After all, is for me.” Head slightly tilted trying to get to your sight and eyes looking into yours on what you assume he reads your mind and knows already what exactly does the letter says. Holding it making it wrinkle a little you finally give up and hand it to him.
“Thanks, when I'm done reading it, I’ll tell you what I think so you can… tell her.”
“I don’t really care what you think about the letter, my job was only delivering it to you”
He kept it in his hands for a couple of seconds before walking away in the other direction not saying a word. Your lungs let a big amount of breath you were holding without noticing it.
His reaction after having it in his hands was the expected, he was teasing you, of course, he knew it was from you. Probably was the most gentle way he could’ve rejected you without breaking your heart so hard.
Tomorrow will be an old story and you will forget about it like your little crush was supposed to many months ago.
Opening your locker to get the books for your next class you noticed a white piece of paper you couldn’t remember leaving there. With curiosity you took it and after analyzing the blank envelope you realized it was a love letter. Not a normal one people leave, no name or little hearts drawn in it, just what it seems to be another piece of paper in it.
Looking around trying to find the responsible, and maybe thinking it could’ve been a mistake, someone who thought this was someone else’s locker, your eyes met up with his.
Your letter still in hand and a soft smile uncharacteristic of him. Looking back to the mysterious paper in your hands you could’ve never imagined he could feel the same about you.
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Tsukishima: After this week I really need to be taken out
Hinata: On a date??
Tsukishima: No, by a sniper.
#Hinata: why would you date a sniper?!#this is me rn tho#tsukihina#haikyuu!!#hinata shouyou#tsukishima kei#sorry for the dark humor but god dammit I'm so done with vector calculus lmao if anyone wants to help me PLS DO
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