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When going up against stars, all I can do is what I always do... Provide a steady and reliable supply. That much, I am confident I can manage.

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what would the karasuno team do if you asked them to study?

daichi - gives a warm smile, chuckles awkwardly, then runs away.

sugawara - says yes then immediately regrets it because you asked him for help with math.

asahi - dies (internally)

nishinoya - gets really excited that you asked him but once he comes over, also dies internally.

tanaka- apologizes to you very formally, gets on his knees, and says, “I am very sorry y/n, but I am bad at academics.”

ennoshita - would say yes and then make you cry at the table because he didn’t expect you to be so bad.

kinoshita and narita - idk?? be background characters or something ??

kageyama - stares at you blankly with a milk carton in his hand. seriously; why would you ask him?

hinata - doesn’t want to be mean so he just makes up an excuse; “Oh sorry y/n!! Volleyball you know!! Gotta get those quicks in with um . . . Kags . . . “

tsukishima - throws a notebook in your face because 1) he doesn’t want to help you. 2) he wanted to throw it at you.

yamaguchi - actually helps you with your work—sweating though because if he fails at helping you study for the test, it’ll be his fault when you fail—and y’all actually end up having a fun time! you decide to host weekly study dates because yams is so nice.

ukai - “do i look like the person that did well in school?” you: 😦

kiyoko - “I’m bad at math. I cannot help you.” you’re lowkey blushing though cause she’s so pretty.

yachi - she’s bad at math. end of story.

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is the maknae line good at baking?

jungkook - he would be okay at it. not absolutely horrible but not good either. it usually comes out half raw so he has to plop it back in the oven and it’s just a real headache. the flavour comes out weird too. still love you though jk maybe baking just isn’t your thing <3

jimin - absolutely not. jimin excels at many things but baking just isn’t his forte. enjoys it AGGRESSIVELY but they never look like how the pinterest moms do it :( he’s always trying to bake chocolate cookies for some reason and REFUSES to make cupcakes.

v - yes. he would be amazing at it. he’s really focused on baking to make sure NOTHING goes wrong and if it does he cries a little. v specializes in cakes and frosting. the only reason he likes making frosting is because it’s easy and you don’t mess up as much. once, he concentrated a little too hard and it still came out like crap. he has nightmares about it.

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malice

(n.) desire to inflict suffering on another out of deep-seated hostility

Ambassador!Tsukishima x Ambassador Fem!reader | 28/08

Warnings: hate fucking, rough sex, public sex, degradation, hair pulling, biting, dacryphilia, creampie

word count: 3.2k

part 2/12 of aphrodisia 

You loved your university, taking pride in the education you were pursuing and the impact it had on scientific developments. You threw yourself into your campus culture, taking on a job as a TA, joining a variety of clubs and becoming a university ambassador. Being one of the first introductions to campus that future and prospective students got was a source of pride for you. 

Hundreds of tours have led you to your final year of university, sitting at the top of your class and being the vice president of the university ambassadors. Meeting respected alumni and invitations to formal dinners weren’t uncommon and something you thoroughly enjoyed. Lavish meals and an excuse to wear formal dresses could only be spoiled by one thing.

Tsukishima Kei.

He plagued almost every memory you made in university, in the background of drunken photos at parties, in the ambassador office eating donuts with your friends, winning awards you vied after. You thought that you would be done with him when you graduated high school, the middle blocker being the bane of your school’s volleyball team. His snarky and aloof attitude irritated you more than his skills on the court ever could.

You almost didn’t notice he attended the same university until you saw him in an information session. His figure loomed in the background, looking attentively at the speaker but still sporting an apathetic expression. Suppressing irritation at his presence, you waited in line after the session to ask your potential peers a few questions. 

He bumped into you as he made his way through the crowd of people to the next available person. To a bystander, it would look like an honest accident, but to you, it was an intentional act of spite, years of disgust between the two of you building to a head. It was at that moment you realized that Tsukishima would continue being a problem in your life. 

Here you are four years later, fighting to keep your spot at the top of the class from his grasp. Not willing to concede another defeat to him after the embarrassment you felt losing an election for president of the ambassadors. One loss was bad enough, not to mention having to collaborate with him regularly. 

Tsukishima shot back any snarky comment sent his way with ease, rarely getting flustered. The air between the two of you was always thick with tension, your peers watching the thinly veiled insults you sent back and forth like some sort of demented tennis match. You knew when to stop, some sixth sense tingling when your advisors or boss was approaching. 

The lack of a verbal argument didn’t do anything to stop the hostile looks. His brown eyes precariously walking along the edge of aggression and amusement. His body closed off, giving both relaxed and defensive energy depending on how you viewed him as a person. Is he the mellow dude everyone else perceived or is he someone threatening your social and academic standing just for the hell of it? Well, you weren’t going to be as easily swayed as the others are.

He interrupts your thoughts with a chuckle, “Don’t hurt yourself thinking about me too hard.” The insult masked by his teasing tone doesn’t strike your nerves as much as he would expect. Your only response being a huff as your turn back to reading through your notes from class today. You had your weekly meeting with the ambassador advisors in around fifteen minutes and knew it would take a few hours. Skimming notes until they called for you seemed vastly more enjoyable than interacting with Tsukishima Kei in any capacity. 

Your attention is focused solely on ancient civilizations and how messy today’s notes are that you don’t realize Tsukishima is staring at you. Well specifically staring down your shirt, only noticing when you glance up to check the time. All you can do initially is just stare at him jaw agape. There isn’t a shred of shame or embarrassment on his face. 

With his signature smirk and cocked eyebrow he simply states, “Hey, I can appreciate the view without wanting to listen to you talk.” As soon as the pencil case you launch at his head leaves your hand, your advisors open the door to call you in. All they see is two students joking around, taking the heavy tension as playful rather than its true more spiteful essence.

Your meeting began at 1pm and you don’t leave the office until 5pm. Running through the usual orders of business only takes about an hour and a half. The remainder of the time is spent learning details about a special tour the two of you are giving on Friday. The President of the University has asked for you and Tsukishima specifically to give a tour to a child of a very important political family.

The finer points of a more detailed tour, what outfits you should wear, the honing answers to potential questions that range from classwork to recommended restaurants are all fleshed out. Tsukishima and you know this campus, this city like the back of your hand, already having near perfect answers for this and both owning the same t-shirt from a previous football season. 

By the four hour mark, you are at your wits end, about to pull your hair out from your advisors relentlessly reminding you of things you already know and just being in his presence. His attitude clouds your peripheral vision and eventually overwhelms your thought process. How have you not punched him already? He’s infiltrated every aspect of your life for the past 7 years, eating away at your sanctuaries, defiling places you found solace in and all the while being so god damn attractive.

You wouldn’t touch him willingly with a ten foot pole, no, but that doesn’t stop you from undressing him with your eyes every now and again, Thoughts of how toned his body must be from all the years of volleyball, how his calloused hands would dwarf your body, how he would tower over you while your on your knees…

“Hey! Mrs. Vice President, meetings over, c’mon,” And suddenly you remember why you hate him. Always finding a way to get under your skin, expertly, so that no one else notices. The look you gave him doesn’t go unnoticed by your advisors, leaving them wondering if they had been reading your interactions wrong the whole time. 

The week is a flurry of meetings with department heads and campus directors discussing information that might be relevant to the tour. It seems that any moment you aren’t in class, you are sitting next to Tsukishima being lectured at. The condescending attitudes of your superiors paired with how busy the week is has left both you and Tsukishima in a sour mood by Friday. 

You sit in the office eating lunch before your 2pm tour, killing time and ready to take in any potential last minute information. The sound of campus life flows through the glass of the window at an almost inaudible volume. The light noise somehow makes the hostile air between the two of you even harsher, more prevalent, both of you on the edge ready to snap.

After watching the two of you dance around each other in a tense battle all week, your senior advisor had enough. Walking out of her office she sits down at the table, silently, looking with contempt at both of you. 

As you open your mouth to ask what she needs, she raises her hand to silence you. 

“I do not know what is going on, nor do I care. I don’t know how long this has been going on but whatever this is needs to be figured out. We are going to lunch and will be back in an hour and a half, at 1:30pm. You two will be sitting in the conference room until it’s sorted out. I don’t care if you have to talk, scream or argue, but you will resolve this tension. It can’t affect the tour later today. Do you hear me?”

Both of you give her a nod, a large lump in your throat. You can’t place is it’s anger or anxiety, but it’s weighing heavy on your voice as you close the door behind you and Tsukishima. You take the seat across from him but stare down at your clenched thighs. Initially you can feel his gaze roaming over your form and a feeling of disgust follows it. 

After ten minutes of silence and no one making any indication of addressing this conflict you stand up and stride over next to him, plopping down on the table. “Well, let’s talk.” 

He doesn’t move, still relaxing with his head back and eyes closed like he has been for the past five or so minutes. The disrespect he’s showing you piled onto every other affront you’ve faced this week, making you more impulsive than usual. 

“Fucking at least look at me when I talk to you,” you snarl while grabbing his jaw and forcing it in your direction. If Tsukishima is shocked by how forward you are, it doesn’t show. His face retains a nonchalant expression and eyes glimmering with something you hadn’t seen before. 

“Look, Tsukishima, I don’t like you at all and I know the feeling is mutual but we have to get through this tour. So let’s talk out some of our problems or something. I don’t know” 

“Instead of having to listen to your mouth blabber I’d rather you just suck me off. A better use for those pretty lips.” His expression deadpan, and suddenly you can place the look in his eyes. 

lust. 

Not willing to let Tsukishima say something as vulgar without a retort, “You think I would just let you have a good time? ha, at least pretend to be a gentleman and fuck me.”

And just like that his lips are on yours. It’s angry, aggressive. It’s hungry, needing more and more from each other until nothing is left. His lips move against yours in a delectably rough way amidst the clacking of teeth and roaming hands. 

He slots himself between your legs, closing any space that existed between you. His hands move from gripping your ass to groping your clothes chest. You give a harsh tug to his hair, pulling him away from you as heavy breathes fall from your lips. 

“If you wanted me to fuck your this bad, all you had to do was ask Mrs. Vice President.”

“God, shut the fuck up and make yourself useful.” You try to pull his face back to yours but he swoops into your neck leaving open mouth kisses along the expanse before settling in right below your ear and nipping aggressively, bordering on a bite. 

“Hey- ugh fuck no marks. t-tour.” While he’s busy soothing the angry spot on your neck, you fumble to untuck and pull his shirt off. He follows suit, riding yours at the same time.  The cold air pebbles your flushed skin. 

Not comfortable with how submissive you’ve been thus far, you slide off the table and push Tsukishima against it. Lips attacking his neck, fingers scratching down his toned chest which you repeat as he lets out a muffled grunt. 

You trail your way down his chest, licking a hot stripe against his nipple and relishing in the noise he makes as you blow cool air over it. Knowing that Tsukishima is under your control shoots hot arousal directly to your core. 

Once the rough feeling of carpet scratches your knees, you unbuckle his pants and pull them down. His cock already hard, long with a prominent vein on the left side that you know will feel oh so good inside you. 

“As the top of our class, let me teach you something about a good time, Tsukishima. You look like you don’t know anything about that.” 

He grabs your head and just mumbles something about you being annoying. You can’t make it out over your own gags as his dick hits the back of your throat. Tears spring from your eyes at the sudden intrusion as you try to accommodate his length. He continues to fuck your throat for a few strokes until he says, “Are you done being a bitch now? You can do it yourself.” 

The tears mixing in with spit that’s dribbling down your chin act as the perfect lube for you to stroke what your mouth isn’t reaching. Your other hand finds its way to his thigh and grips tightly, digging in your nails both as punishment for his actions and as a way to hopefully distract you from the sensation building in your core. 

The moans he lets slip out come out at an increasing frequency and volume, letting you know he’s getting close, the salty taste of precum prevalent in your mouth. Pulling off with a pop, you stand back up and look at him as he groans, throwing his head back in displeasure. 

A second passes before he has you pinned against the table, chest pressed down with your ass presented to him. 

“Fine, I’ll fuck you but you don’t fucking deserve it. Maybe I’ll let you cum if you aren’t a bitch.” The cool air touching your dripping core pulls an unexpected whine out of you. 

“As if your cock would make me cum anyways, I bet you don’t even know whe-“ before you can finish the sentence his tongue licks a stripe from your hole to clit, leaving his lips sucking harshly at your puffing neglected bud. 

“Oh fUCK“. Your moans make him laugh against your clit, just resulting in more sounds from you.

Before long he pulls away and blows cool air against your dripping arousal. “Wow is all of this just for me? I thought you hated me,” feigning hurt.  

You make eye contact with him as you whip around preparing to insult him, but the only noise coming out of your mouth is his name. 

“oh TSUKishima,” as he thrusts two fingers in without warning. Their length makes it easy to find the sweet spot inside, teasingly swiping against it. The slight pressure leaves you begging for more, fucking your self against his fingers with breathy whines. Each ghosting touch pulling you closer to your orgasm but not near enough to push you over the edge. 

“Y/n if you can’t be quiet I’ll have to put your panties in your mouth to shut you up. We don’t want anyone to see you being such a whore, do we?” He stood up, removing his fingers from your cunt with a lewd squelch and placed your underwear next to your head, the lace embarrassingly wet. 

“Tsukishima, you better be getting ready to fuck me, otherwise pulling me away from that orgasm will be the last th-” 

“Listening to you talk makes me want to shut you up. Maybe this will work” and with a single roll of his hips, he bottoms out inside you. The stretch is more painful than pleasurable, the thick head of his cock pressing roughly against your cervix. All you can do is let out a heated scream. 

He gives no time to adjust, one hand placed on your head pushing it against the slick table and the other on your lower back, giving just an ever so slight arch that leaves you breathless. Each thrust hitting the spongy place he was teasing just minutes ago. The hand placed on your head moves to clamp over your mouth as moans continue to escape. 

“You never shut up. Are you so self centered that you always have to hear yourself?” 

Each thrust drives you closer to orgasm, the stretch has faded into blissful pleasure. You are staring at your school flag hanging on the wall as he pounds into you relentlessly. Their colors swirl in your head, mixing together becoming red. 

Red with anger, red with passion, red with lust.

You clench around him as you realize who is fucking you so well, the realization that Tsukishima is fucking you, and fucking you hard, just mere hours before you give an extremely important tour. The depravity tightens the coil in your stomach until you can’t take it anymore snaking one hand down to your clit and giving it much needed attention. 

Tsukishima sees what you are doing and pulls you up flush against him by the hair, not relenting in his speed. 

“Is my cock not good enough for you? You were dripping before I even touched you earlier. Does little miss perfect think she’s better than me?” 

He slaps your hand away and replaces it with his fingers, pressing into your clit. That touch was all you needed. Moaning deeply into his hand, the painful pleasure snapped in your stomach, flowing throughout your body causing your cunt to spasm around him. 

He slows down ever so slightly but continues to fuck you though the orgasm. “I guess you aren’t the good girl everyone thinks you are with those tears on your face and you cum all over my cock.”

The over stimulation of your clit as he doesn’t remove his hand brings you to tears, whining into his hand and struggling to pull away. 

His thrust finally falters as he slams into you one final time and cums, and cums, with four large spurts. He bites down on your shoulder, otherwise unable to quiet his moan. The sting of the bite adds to the pleasure still running through you, and is partially soothed quickly by a few sweeps of his tongue. 

His grip on your hair loosens and you fall against the table with a thud. Both of you catch your breath as Tsukishima looks at his watch for the time. 

His laugh is oddly foreboding, “Y/N, you might wanna get up and fix your face. While I think you look best like this, I assume that you don’t want the advisors to see you like this.”

Hurriedly opening the camera on your phone you see the time and your destroyed face. You have ten minutes maximum to smooth your hair out, remove the streaked mascara and smudged lip gloss and reapply everything. 

“Shit, Tsukki, get me a napkin so I can clean up your mess.” You don’t have time to spare him a glance as you reach for your makeup in your bag.

“Aw am I Tsukki now? I’d rather watch you give the tour with my cum still inside you. You might want these though.” Your lace panties fall at your feet after hitting your shoulder. 

——

You answered every question directed at you perfectly, succinct and friendly, all the while keeping your thighs clenched trying to hold in Tsukishima’s cum. Unwilling to be the only one struggling, you sneakily manage to grasp Tsukishima’s cock in an elevator ride, leaving him with a painful and evident hard on. 

The glances between both of you have morphed from hate underlined with lust into something that’s carnal, a fervor desire. 

You know that this won’t be the last time you have to fix your appearance hurriedly before seeing your advisors. 

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Good Girl

Ask: 

9 with Tsukishima!!! Pls and yes on the biting Tsuki 😳😳😳 - @fuckinuchihas​

Prompt: “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

Warning: Slight NSFW, 

A/N: 

CHOCOLATE BABE CONGRATS ON 50 (YOU GUYS SHOULD GO FOLLOW HER) AND THANKS FOR THIS ASK! One night only, send an ask from HERE + character!

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“You overgrown dinosaur!“ you hissed as you threw yourself on your bed, burying your face in the magenta covers, “I hate you!“

“Y/N,“ Tsukki walked into your room, books buried under his arms as he gave you a small once-over. “Stop pouting.“

You snarled as you lifted your teary face. He halted, watching a single tear drop down your cheeks. He groaned, plopping the books on the nearby table.

“Y/N,“ he said warning, as he sat on the edge of the bed. You growled, tucking your feet into your chest. refusing to even maintain a single bit of contact with him.

“I won’t do it.“ you sobbed harder as he let out a small groan. 

“Y/N, I only asked you to —“

“No,“ you snapped, chucking a pillow into his face. He hissed at the sudden impact, flinching as you rose your hand again. He snarled, softly, as he chucked the pillow on the floor. 

“I won’t do—“

“Quit it.“ he quietly said, as he crawled towards you. You rolled your eyes , moving even farther from him.

“No.“

“Y/N.” He was getting even closer.

“No.” you screeched as he laid a palm on your feet, firmly holding it down.

You let out a soft scream, as you kicked at his hand. He rolled his eyes at you. 

“Y/N.”

“You overgrown dinosaur!” you repeated the same insult.

He snapped.

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” he softly said, as he loomed over your body, his breath elegantly airing over you exposed neck. He bit on the collar of the shirt, revealing even more of your vulnerable skin.

“Here,“ he pressed his lips against your neck, his teeth slightly grazing the flesh. You let out an airy moan, arching your back at the shivering sensation that rolled like waves down your spine.

“Now, be a good girl!“

Oh. You were.

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gym 3 with a younger partner (bokuto, kuroo, akaashi, and tsukishima)

a/n | for the purpose of this excersice, tsukishima will be a second year!

genre | just my headcannons 😙

pairing | gn!reader x gym 3 squad

word count | 366

bokuto kōtarō — met you through akaashi (cause y’all are in the same class). he would be a bit naive. “um, have you learned multiplication yet?” bokuto asked while helping you with your homework. you’re used to this by now and find it precious . . . occasionally. every time you say a word he doesn’t know, or something super smart, he can’t help but think about how cool you are (all while looking in awe). whenever you come to his games, his eyes get a bit wider and he shows you off to his teammates super loudly (even though you’re up in the stands). “i’m dating them!! they’re a second year🥺”

kuroo tetsurō — he SNIGGERS every time you act even a little bit mature. “oh, when have you grown up y/n-chan☺️?” definitely the type of person to have you crying over the kitchen table because you cant get your science homework down. “ITS SIMPLE. YOU BREATH IN OXYGEN, THEN CARBON COMES OUT, THEN TREES TURN THE CARBON INTO OXYGEN!” he doesn’t try to point out your age difference too much, but whenever his teammates do (yaku and lev specifically), kuroo starts blushing.

akaashi keiji — he’s very proud of you. akaashi just likes to hold your hand casually due to the size difference and because you start getting nervous. just LOVES hugging you from the back because of how tiny you are to him. you initiated holding hands once and the boy SWORE he was about to pass out. when you end up third wheeling with him and bokuto, akaashi always makes sure you’re comfortable because you’re not used to hanging out with older people.

tsukishima kei — this bitch would just stop making height comments all together and instead start saying things like, “people that are still first years honestly need to grow up😌” y’all definitely met through yamaguchi (either by being friends or his younger sister you choose). tsukishima is SO scared of making you uncomfortable that 90% of the time, you have to initiate anything even remotely intimate. he tries to act like he hates helping you out with your homework, but deep down he loves looking smart in your eyes. he definitely loves being called senpai, even though you do it rarely.

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Working Out with Tsukishima Kei

pairing | gn!reader x Tsukishima Kei

genre | fluff

warning(s) | like one curse word

word count | 526

a/n | can someone applaud me for writing this week please. this will also be available on my fan fiction instagram, @/k00bers

“We have to push through!” You yelled as the annoying fitness video you had been working out to for the last half hour was playing. The title was Full Body Fat Burn, and while the fitness Youtuber looked plenty energized--a neat ponytail, bright fitness gear--you and your boyfriend could not agree. Sure, while the man had built up muscles in his arms from years of hitting volleyballs, his stamina was a different story. Tsukishima was used to grueling long hours of volleyball practice, he just did not expect the workout to be as hard as it was because in his words, “It’s just some stupid Youtube workout.”

But even with that in mind, he was still pushing through with the ab section of the video, while you . . . well you had resorted to doing it half ass-ingly. Your body was dripping in sweat while your face was contorted in pain--and Tsukishima? He couldn’t stop laughing.

“You’re the one that wanted to do this!” The blond said, trying to stifle his laughter. “Don’t give me that half-assery, y/n.”

“W-we got this,” You panted, struggling to get into the position as the Youtuber yelled out in a patronizing Australian accent, Now it’s time for leg drops! Your break is coming soon guys don’t give up!

Even though Tsukishima could feel his core ripping, he couldn’t help the smile that kept coming up on his face. You two were farthest from ‘cute’ at the moment--humidity and heavy breathing filled the room--but the volleyball player couldn’t help but think of how endearing it was that you were struggling so badly, yet trying your best to say encouraging words.

It was a bit amusing . . . and pitiful.

“S-stop looking at me like that i-idiot.” You could finally breathe; the break had just started. “Not all of us are professional sports people.”

“My core feels like it's about to die right now,” Tsukishima breathed. “Fuck you for choosing such a hard workout.”

“I didn’t even know it was going to be this hard!” You said halfway while trying to down your water bottle. “I--gulp--just heard of this lady okay!”

His commentary was short and sweet, but then you heard the dreaded three beeps and copyright free music start again.

You groaned and stood up from your sitting position. “That was the shortest 30 seconds of my life.”

“I’m never doing burpees again.” Tsukishima deadpanned, looking at you. “Holy shit you’re sweating balls-”

All right everybody, let's start with these burpees!

After making such a true yet hurtful comment, you kicked him down during his pushup.

“I didn’t even know I was sweating! Thank you for that one Tsukishima-kun!”

“Where would you be without me,” He said in a tiny voice, trying to get back into burpee position. “Let me pick tomorrow's workout. Please.”

It took you a good five seconds to commute what he was saying--your mind too focused on the burpees--but when you finally understood it, it took every ounce of pride in you to say;

“Fine.”

Tsukishima Kei, the man who played professional volleyball yet couldn’t stand a full workout, thought you had bestowed the words that would bring world peace.

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”Doing something like this…am I an idiot? I’m not Hinata or anything, I just want to try fighting to the very end!” 

Happy Birthday @queentrash7 ​♡

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how to watch the schweiden adlers vs. msby black jackals special match

hi, so apparently the match is no longer on the shonen jump youtube channel so i made a tutorial as to how you can view it on the https://vleague.tv/ website

read more for the tutorial!

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Injuries and Piggyback rides with Tsukishima Kei

a/n | this oneshot will also be available on my fanfic instagram acc, @ k00bers! i really enjoyed writing this.

pairing | gn!reader x Tsukishima Kei⁣

genre | fluff⁣

warning(s) | none!⁣

word count | 648⁣

“I didn’t need you to do this for me,” You mumbled, adjusting your hands to grab onto his shoulders.

Date night had started just as you planned--the ending? Not so much.

“It’s your fault for tripping,” Tsukishima replied. You could hear the smirk in his tone. “Really, you gotta be more careful. I wouldn’t want to get lectured by your parents, again.”

When you had gotten your ankle injury, the last thing you expected your grumpy ass boyfriend to do was offer a piggy back ride. In fact, maybe the reason why you’re so embarrassed right now, is because he’s being so indifferent about it. So smug. If this was your first year of high school, he would’ve been blushing like crazy and probably would’ve called you an idiot, but now--he’s different. Now he’s making you flustered. This is not how you expected the situation to turn out.

“Everyone’s staring,” You mumbled into his back. “You’re embarrassed, huh?”

“Nope, not even a single bit,” He turned his head to look at you. “But it looks like you’re a bit . . . ah, flushed.”

“Shut up, if this was first year-”

He snorted, finally placing you down on the bench as you two waited for the final bus of the night to come. He squatted down to meet eyes with you, and placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. With his height, he could still reach eye level with you, even while he was squatted down.

“Oh how the turn tables,” Tsukishima said with the coolest voice he could do, a smug smile played on his face. After months of showing him stupid memes, he finally gave in. 

You slapped his hand off your face and gaped your mouth. “Are you okay?”

“What-”

“You said you didn’t like the memes I showed you,” You quirked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “What happened to the usual attitude? What’s with this new development?”

He grabbed your hands and brang them to his face smiling before looking up at you again. In the night light, he did look quite handsome--blonde hair illuminating an almost angel like aura, his honey brown eyes looking sincere for once; random passerbyers probably would’ve thought he was the sweetest boyfriend in the world. For a moment, you forgot about the throbbing pain in your left ankle.

“They’re not so bad sometimes . . .”

You scoffed, crossing your arms again. “Years of insults to my comedic sense and all of a sudden I’m funny-”

He pouted his lips, practically forcing you to look at him with his mind voodoo. “I take it back. You’re not funny at all.”

Tsukishima stood up and walked onto the bus that had just arrived. You waddled onto the bus, before catching up to him at a seat.

“Hey!” You punched his shoulder, giving him the most betrayed look you could offer. “I’m injured!”

“Yeah, yeah,” He rolled his eyes at you, staring at his phone as he played back a video. “I have blackmail now.” His once sincere eyes gave you the most evil look, before showing you the video he took, making sure to keep a tight grip on his phone.

“I cannot believe your priority the whole time while I struggled with my injury, was to film me getting onto the bus.” You lunged for the phone, but he had already thought of that as he quickly reacted.

“You look so cute though,” He pouted, patting your head. “Like a penguin.”

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight.” You gave him your best smile.

He laughed, pushing his glasses up. “Haha, you act as if you’re fully mobile.”

You took one long breath before thinking of a comeback that would absolutely destroy him. The bus ride was filled with sarcastic retorts while simultaneously whispering to not disturb anyone--a whisper battle.

[trivql]

an unrequited spring | akaashi keiji

a/n | this was inspired by The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray. please enjoy!

pairing | akaashi keiji x gn!reader

warning(s) | angst

synopsis | you always come back.

word count | 1432

You and Akaashi had met during school and talked--a lot; over text, call, or in real life, it didn’t matter. You even remembered how Akaashi had confessed to you after a few weeks of talking;

“Cute.” He had said under his breath as you looked up at him--your height difference notable. Akaashi was quite possibly one of the most popular second years at your school--athletic, attractive, and polie--you could see why.

Although it wasn’t like a usual confession, after that day, it was unspoken that you two had a thing for each other. It was obvious in the way you looked at him, and how he always tried to help you. It had gone on for months; the obvious flirting, the teasing, and the blushes.

So why didn’t he ask you out yet?

Maybe that was the funny thing; because while you spent everyday thinking about him, there was one day in particular that stood out--the day you knew Akaashi stopped loving you. Whether it had been obvious before, it wasn’t obvious to you,

until the first day of winter.

He had invited you over to his place to study, and while helping you, you guys had moved closer than usual. You could sense everything about him--how he breathed, the way his hair smelled, or how he would wrinkle his forehead when he got confused. But maybe that was why you loved him.

You didn’t know exactly why he had invited you over--your communication was slowing down. The texts and calls being less frequent, and the lunch time visits vanishing completely. But you ignored it, and just brushed it off as his volleyball duties. Maybe during that two month period, you should have lost feelings for him. It would've been easy to; it wasn’t like you guys were dating or anything. But when he asked you to come over, you couldn’t help but get a little more than excited.

It had been close to two minutes of comfortable silence while Akaashi leaned slightly over you to look at your workbook and tried to solve it. There was a brief moment when your eyes’ met for a second and he moved closer to you--his deep blue eyes meeting yours.

And that's when he kissed you.

You were surprised at first, but quickly shut your eyes, trying to sink into him. The first thought of yours was, I’m in love with Akaashi Keiji. The thought vanished as soon as it came, because when you opened your eyes--for just a second--his, were still open.

--

It had been a month since you stopped talking to each other. Still not officially dating even after the kiss, talking just faded out. You passed by him every so often in the halls, but he was usually with the third year from his volleyball team, so you just bowed to him whenever he noticed. You didn’t wait for him after practice to walk to the metro station together, and you certainly didn’t go to the games anymore. A little part of you hoped that he missed you; but it seemed to be the exact opposite. Akaashi Keiji--the guy you had fallen in love with--looked happier than ever without you in his life.

Maybe that was why you were so annoyed whenever he would text you.

The texts were brief and short, but always to the point.

“We’re going to nationals.” He sent you after one month of not talking.

You opened the text quickly, and replied even quicker. “Oh, nice.”

“Bokuto broke the ceiling tile today.”

“Hahah.”

“Hi dummy.”

“You’re one to talk.”

He would send them every once in a while, but although you should’ve been mad, you couldn’t help but smile everytime he sent them. You always seemed to be there for him.

“Want to meet up? I hear your team was also going to a competition near our venue.” Akaashi sent you after learning that your team had a competition near his.

“Oh yeah, sure. Where?” You delayed the reply; trying to not seem desperate.

“I’ll send you my hotel’s address.”

You saw him standing there with his Fukurodani jacket zipped up, while he leaned against a pole.

“Akaashi-kun.” You said, facing him.

“Y/n-san,” He smiled looking at you. “I feel like we haven’t talked in a while.”

“Yep,” You breathed out, forcing a small smile. You didn’t know what you expected out of the conversation, but you didn’t know how to act around him anymore. You shifted to stand next to him, looking towards the stars. “School activities you know.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see Akaashi’s breath come out in white wisps and you felt your stomach churn. Akaashi was really here. Not over call, or text, he was next to you, even after weeks of not talking.

“So do you have a game tomorrow?” Akaashi asked.

You tapped your lip and hummed. “I don’t really know what time though.”

“I see . . .” He trailed off. The silence wasn’t exactly awkward or comfortable--you just didn’t know what to say.

“I have to ask Akaashi,” You began, looking down at your feet. “why do you always do this to me?”

“Hm?”

“We don’t talk for weeks then you . . .” You cleared your throat. “decide to text me all of a sudden.”

“Is it wrong to want to talk to you?” Through his words, you could hear him smile, even if you couldn’t see it. He was obviously taking your words lightly.

“No I mean,” You looked up at him, but his face was still pointed to the sky. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why are you crying?” He asked, dismissing your words, even now.

“Idiot.” You muttered towards your feet, wiping away the tears frantically. “I was in love with you.”

“Y/n-san, what are you-”

You snapped your head up, tears still coming. “Shut up and let me talk!”

He gaped his mouth open slightly, but didn’t speak another word.

“I . . .I can’t be the person that you talk to when you’re bored Akaashi. I can’t be the person that always comes to your call whenever you want me too. It’s always been like this between us, huh? I’m always being dragged by you; no matter how long you ignore me for, I’m always there for you.”

“I didn’t know that-” He started.

“No Akaashi!” You interrupted him. “It’s not even your fault; it’s mine, honestly. You never wanted me did you? Even after that kiss--was it all just nothing to you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why does it feel like it?” Your voice that you had been trying so hard to keep even was cracking. “I was wrong before, because no matter how many times I say that I was in love with you, it doesn’t change the fact; I am in love with you Akaashi.”

“You’re one of my closest friends, Y/n.” Ouch. “But, why are you telling me this now?”

“Cause’ I mean it,” You breathed deeply. “We can’t do this anymore. Not the occasional texts, not pretending to try and stay friends with me-”

“But I was never pretending,” Akaashi looked down at you, meeting your eyes. “I like being friends with you, Y/n. But if that’s what you really want . . .”

“You’re a terrible liar,” You smiled. “Are you really okay with this?”

“I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me Akaashi,” You sighed. His eyes sunk into yours and you could still feel your heart quicken. “I wanted so badly, to think you liked me back.”

“But, it’s okay.” You breathed. “Maybe never meeting would’ve saved us some hurt right? Or maybe just me.” You smiled softly and punched his shoulder playfully.

“Don’t say that.” Even going through sad moments, Akaashi still looked beautiful. It was always inevitable for you to fall in love with him; always.

“Well goodnight, Akaashi-san,” You turned on your heel--your back facing him.

A few moments passed before you began to move. “Wait, Y/n-san!”

“Yes?” Your voice came out softly as you didn’t turn to face him.

You couldn’t see him, but he was fiddling with his fingers--a nervous habit he had. “Are you okay with this?”

“Ah, maybe not.”

That was the last thing you said to him, and before you knew it, spring had passed.

A spring without Akaashi.

You slightly hoped that he would make an attempt to talk to you, but he never did. It was like you had never met; not even acknowledging each other anymore. But for the first time since you had met him,

you were okay.

[trivql]

Before the Snow

short story by trivql

All rights reserved; this story will be available on Tumblr and Wattpad under the user, Trivql. Everything in this story has been written by me, and is not based on anything. Thank you for reading!

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On my walk to school, everyday, I would see an apartment complex. There wasn't anything particularly interesting about it--the building was gray and the balconies overlooked a lot abandoned by construction years ago. But still, everyday, I would still look up towards the apartments--just to see if anything was happening. Without fail, I would look up at an old lady's apartment--her curtains were always open and the apartment consisted mostly of floral print--and see her watching the morning news. Sometimes if she saw me out on her balcony, she would wave. For some reason, that made me feel slightly happy. It was a constant in my life, and sometimes during class I would think about how serene her life was.

One day in particular, I walked to school like usual, except that it was winter and snow covered the pavement. The TV was on and she was sitting on her floral couch like usual--her face being blocked by the curtain. That day, class was especially mundane, the snow creating a gray cover over the city. I took out my journal and started to recreate the boring apartment complex, but instead of boring colors, they were bright and bold. I created a fantasy of the apartment; the abandoned lot was now a green park, the old lady was on her balcony with a cup of coffee, and the complex stood out, easily contrasting the boring buildings that filled the street. I quite liked the drawing actually, even though I'd never really been the type for art.

We'd never really had a conversation other than waving towards each other, so I wanted to pay my dues. That day afterschool, I would finally talk to the old lady, and give her my drawing. So once class had finally ended, I walked to the complex, but directly to it instead of passing it on my way home. It was weird though--my feet seemed to be dragging and my snow jacket felt heavier. The boring apartment complex that never really stood out, was now surrounded by an ambulance, red and white shined against it, almost illuminating it even. I stood and watched it at a distance, my hand unconsciously crumpling the drawing.

On a stretcher, was the old lady that would wave and watch TV in the morning. What seemed to be her kids, cried as they watched her get moved into the ambulance. Brother and sister, crying. Of course her kids were crying . . . but why was I? Not a single word shared between me and the lady, and I could feel tears sliding down my cheeks. Why? I had no right to be crying, so could someone explain to me why I was?

After a couple of days, word had spread around about the lady. She had passed out on the day her kids visited her. It was an undisclosed illness. Then before I knew it, I started to hate morning walks to school. The apartment was empty--no floral print, no morning news. I remember there being a sign that said lease available. Maybe if I had gathered the guts before, I would've been able to at least exchange some words between each other. But, the drawing lays folded in a box, and I still don't see her on my way to school.