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honestly, to me, you are THE tsukishima writer on tumblr and nothing will ever convince me otherwise. The way you write him is so good??? like, hello? it's almost like you literally m a d e his character. ilysm and your works ugh, wishing you a good day :)))
Omg 😭😭 im literally logging into this account for the first time in ages and this is the first thing I see!! ❤️ I’m gonna cry!! you’re such a cutie. Thank you so much!!
and tbh furudate should run me a check for converting so many people to tsukishima-ism
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He likes his milk plain
also he's eating unsweetened cheerios, little dumbass
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“Darling, the rest of my body, it's yours”
— ‘The Place Where He Inserted The Blade’ by Black Country, New Road
He’s greedy.
Tsukishima has always known this. He yearns for power. On the court, his mind calculated each step to guarantee his success. His harsh words are perfectly curated and laced with poison.
He has always known that he is selfish.
His self-serving lifestyle, however, has never been applicable to you.
He gives you so much and hopes you take, take, take, until there is nothing more left. He shines for you and hopes that you bloom into something so magical. He loves you.
A lot more than you thought, apparently.
You stare at the velvety box in your hands. It’s so beautiful, so soft, and so expensive that you wonder whether the two of you can really afford what’s inside.
You think back to all the nights spent hungry in your little run down apartment. How you’d hold each other, promising a future filled with a stable two-story house and a belly full of food. Your mind runs to all those petty arguments started in the name of struggle and how many things you sacrificed to be where you are.
Your eyes water at the future that this small box holds.
You never meant to find it. It was innocence, really. Your hands wandered to his side of his closet, memories flooding in at every touch of fabric. The shirt he wore on your first date. His favorite sweater—now covered in moth holes and stains of love. His high-school volleyball jersey, one that promised a brighter future than the one he lives in. The grey suit he wore on the day he met your parents.
Your hands linger on the soft fabric, slowly removing it from its hanger. It reminds you of shy smiles, uncharacteristic stutters, and young, innocent love. A time when Tsukishima's pride was almost suffocating, but when faced with your father, he was reduced to a quiet, love-stricken boy.
You hold the suit jacket close to your chest—up until you feel something in the pockets.
And that is what leads to you now—teary-eyed and calling so urgently for your lover.
"Kei?" You cry. Your voice is low and weak but he hears you. He always does.
His feet make their way over to you, finding you hunched up on the bedroom floor.
"Hey, what's wrong—" his words cut off as soon as he sees the small box in your hands. "Fuck."
You look up at him and Tsukishima feels like he's fallen all over again. "Is this mine?" You so kindly ask.
"Yeah. You weren't meant to find it, though."
He's soon at your level, thumbs rubbing away all the tears from your eyes. They fall and they fall until Tsukishima finally relents.
"I love you," you say. You drop both the box and his suit, your arms wrapped tightly around him.
He breathes out in relief. "I love you. A lot more."
You don't fight it. You let him hold you as you think about a forever with him.
"This isn't my proposal," he starts, "and fuck you for ruining the surprise."
He's greedy. Selfish and mean. But he is also your Kei. He'll make you his, for he is already yours.
#mine#another fic inspired by this song#tsukishima#tsukishima fluff#tsukishima x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader
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Can’t believe that my most popular post is one that I spent 5 minutes writing and is about tsukishima walking in on you pissing
#lovey dovey#I’m also sure that half of the people who read it don’t even know who tsukishima is#😭😭#like it has TEWWW many notes……#like I never thought it would be possible to have over 10k people read something of mine#even in my prime haikyuu 2021 writing phase I never had a post that popular#i feel like fiona apple and how she hates her most popular songjsjdjl#like that does not reflect me as an author!!!! lolll#at least I get to unite so many people :) that’s the good part
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what’s your favourite song rn?
Hmmmm I have a lot but rn I’m liking charm by rema and choose me or die my Tommy February6
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Candy Says
miya atsumu x reader, reader x male oc (Ren)
summary: You push away, but he always finds his way back to you.
warnings: college au, fluff, angst, reader emotionally and physically (kissing) cheats on their bf with atsumu oh oh, descriptions of emotional and kinda verbal abuse, a very lovesick atsumu
listen to [for the full experience] : Candy Says by the Velvet Underground, Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley, The Place Where He Inserted the Blade by Black Country New Road, Lonely by Chloe x Halle, and I Didn’t Understand by Elliott Smith
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“Kiss me, please kiss me
Kiss me out of desire, babe, not consolation”
— ‘Last Goodbye’ by Jeff Buckley
Nothing good ever happens when you’re with Atsumu. There’s something so entrancing about him, something that calls you deep into his waters until you’re helplessly drowning. There’s a magic that ignites whenever you look at him. Electricity when your skin brushes his. Fireworks, when he makes you feel wanted in a way you never have been before.
But he’s just a friend. He’s Suna’s friend and by association, that means he’s your friend.
At least that’s what you’re supposed to be.
He’s meant to be your friend when he calls you late into the night only because he wants to hear your voice. He’s meant to be your friend when he comes to your place and cooks your favorite meals. He’s meant to be your friend even when he spends sleepless nights dreaming of how he’d pull you close and kiss you, even though he knows you have a boyfriend. He’s meant to be your friend when he holds your hand even though he knows he shouldn’t.
There are a lot of things that Miya Atsumu knows he shouldn’t do. But when he’s with you, the line between right and wrong is blurred.
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Candy Says
miya atsumu x reader, reader x male oc (Ren)
summary: You push away, but he always finds his way back to you.
warnings: college au, fluff, angst, reader emotionally and physically (kissing) cheats on their bf with atsumu oh oh, descriptions of emotional and kinda verbal abuse, a very lovesick atsumu
listen to [for the full experience] : Candy Says by the Velvet Underground, Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley, The Place Where He Inserted the Blade by Black Country New Road, Lonely by Chloe x Halle, and I Didn’t Understand by Elliott Smith
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“Kiss me, please kiss me
Kiss me out of desire, babe, not consolation”
— ‘Last Goodbye’ by Jeff Buckley
Nothing good ever happens when you’re with Atsumu. There’s something so entrancing about him, something that calls you deep into his waters until you’re helplessly drowning. There’s a magic that ignites whenever you look at him. Electricity when your skin brushes his. Fireworks, when he makes you feel wanted in a way you never have been before.
But he’s just a friend. He’s Suna’s friend and by association, that means he’s your friend.
At least that’s what you’re supposed to be.
He’s meant to be your friend when he calls you late into the night only because he wants to hear your voice. He’s meant to be your friend when he comes to your place and cooks your favorite meals. He’s meant to be your friend even when he spends sleepless nights dreaming of how he’d pull you close and kiss you, even though he knows you have a boyfriend. He’s meant to be your friend when he holds your hand even though he knows he shouldn’t.
There are a lot of things that Miya Atsumu knows he shouldn’t do. But when he’s with you, the line between right and wrong is blurred.
Whenever you see Atsumu, your heart races in a way it never has before. It’s something you never felt with Ren, even during the times when he was your Prince Charming. Bright lights shine with Ren, but with Atsumu, it feels as if the whole damn sun burns for you two.
And the next time that you see Atsumu, it’s in the library. He’s sat somewhere in a corner with his eyes intently focused on a large textbook. Your steps are slow as you approach him, some part of you convincing yourself that he would much rather be alone than be in your presence. But before you can make your grand escape, Atsumu spots you and his eyes light up in an unimaginable way.
He’s quick to call your name, patting the seat next to him.
“Hi, Atsumu,” you smile, and it’s a rare, beautiful sight.
“Hi. What are you here for?”
He kicks your shin when you don’t immediately respond. You giggle. (He’ll never tell you, but that sweet sound is all that he longs for). You kick him back.
“I have a bio test in a week. Ren told me to come here and study.”
Something in his heart twists at the mention of your boyfriend. He remembers the commanding tone he always uses on you and how you’re always so quick to listen to his every word. He wishes he could change that. Somehow put it in your mind that you can do anything you want, even if you may not know it yourself.
“Told you?”
“Yeah?” Your voice cracks slightly, “his friends are coming over and he said he didn’t want me to embarrass him so he told me I can go.”
His blood boils and he sees red. You know that none of your friends are very fond of your boyfriend, but leaving him is much harder when each hit to your heart is paired with a sweet kiss.
“You know what I’m gonna say, sweetheart–”
“I know, Atsumu. I don’t want to be mean or anything, but I don’t need to hear it right now.”
He can see you put your head down in your books as your lip quivers. He hates how your hands shake as you reach into your bag. He hates how he makes you feel.
“Hey,” he places a rough hand on yours, “it’s okay.”
You nod but still refuse to look him in the eye. You wish you were stronger. Strong enough to leave the man that brings tears to your eyes and run to the one who leaves your heart bursting at every beat. You wish you didn’t spend every waking second embarrassed at everything you’ve ever done.
“I think I’ll just go.”
Atsumu is left confused as he watches you pack up the little things you brought. Ten minutes had barely passed since you arrived and he’d never want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.
“Hey,” he gently grabs your hand. “Let me take you somewhere.”
Words fall short and there’s no hesitation present in your actions. He takes this as his cue to lock his hand with yours, and you feel warm inside. The rough pads of his thumbs rub soothing circles on your skin. You tremble. Of fear, lingering anger, or love–you’re not quite sure.
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Atsumu has a few methods of making you happier.
The first one, easy and simple, is physical affection. He knows you crave a gentle touch more than anyone he’s ever known. A kiss on the forehead (that definitely crosses some boundaries), a sweet hug that leaves his teeth rotting, or his personal favorite, walking down the streets with his hand in yours.
They’re all far too touchy for the “friend” category and your boyfriend would most definitely flip if he knew what Atsumu was doing, but he can’t find it in himself to care. Not when he sees your shoulders relax each time his skin is on yours.
The second and most effective method is food. He always found a way to buy himself into your heart, whether it's ingredients he purchases to cook you something good or if it’s a small treat. Today, he decides that ice cream will be his method of manipulation.
“Hey,” he speaks up. You’re sat together at an old park bench, face still down from your conversation earlier. “It’s okay.”
He slithers his way into your heart by slowly laying your head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” You’re so quick to say sorry. So quick to apologize even when there’s no need to.
“Don’t say sorry.” His words earn a small giggle from you, a sound that makes him forget all the pain in his heart. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re so different from him,” you smile to yourself. “Ren never takes me out anymore. He tells me that I need to stop eating so much. But you don’t do that. I don’t think you ever could.”
Before he can respond, he feels a cold sensation on his nose and sees a glint in your eyes. You look up at him with a giddy smile and he knows you’re okay. Somehow, someway, he always finds a way to make you okay again. And even though his skin warms in anger, you calm him down.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” is all he says, before rubbing the ice cream off his nose and wiping it on you.
“You’ve gone soft on me, Atsumu,” you say and his name sounds like an angel’s choir on your tongue. “A year ago you would’ve thrown your cone at my face.”
At your words, he drops his cone on the park’s green grass and lunges at you. His fingers make contact with your sides and he’s soon tickling you till you’re screaming and kicking him all over.
“Sorry!” Your voice cracks, “I’ll never do it again!”
He relents at your endless pleas but regrets his every decision when he sees how beautiful you look under him. His breathing is uneven and so is yours, and he can’t stop himself from looking at your chest as it moves up and down.
“Atsumu?” You question.
“Yeah?”
“I really like being with you.”
He sucks in a breath, “Me too.”
Ten seconds pass.
“Atsumu?”
“Yeah?”
“I want to kiss you.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. But I have a boyfriend.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, “you do.”
He stares at you for what feels like hours until he decides to lean in. He closes his eyes the second your lips are on his, and he feels every part of him melt into you. The kiss is not desperate or hungry, but soft and sweet. He gently lifts you off the bench and onto his lap and his hold on you is so kind. He pulls you further into him and passion explodes on both your tongues.
And as Atsumu holds you on this beat-down park bench kissing you so softly, he realizes that he is in love with you.
It’s been two weeks since you last talked to Atsumu.
He’s tried approaching you, doing anything to get you to look at him again, but you just won’t give up. You’re quiet. Shy. Nervous in an almost unsettling way. Your words are slow and perfectly articulated, sentences curated robotically. Atsumu doesn’t like it.
Whenever he is tasked with the battle that is speaking to you, he feels as if worms are crawling inside his stomach. There are no butterflies or flutters, just slimy, green worms that consume him whole.
He doesn’t know what makes him feel this way. He’s perfectly in tune with his emotions and what he wants, but when it comes to you, his heart loses the connection that it has with the rest of his body and begins to burst.
He knows he loves you.
He knows that you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that is overprotective in a way that is also unsettling.
He also knows it’s none of his business. He also knows that he’s naïve for falling for someone with a clear dedication to their partner.
He’s stupid. But as stupid as he may be, Miya Atsumu has never been one to deny himself what he wants. He may never be yours, but he knows he could treat you better than anyone else could. Maybe he’s made for you. Or maybe he wants to understand you in a way nobody ever has before.
And as he watches you from across this crowded room, he knows that all you need is a friend.
“Hi,” he says, and you nearly jump ten feet into the air.
A part of him expected your jumpy behavior—you move through life with fear and caution—but a gentle hand on your shoulder is enough to calm you down.
“Oh, hi. Atsumu. Hi.”
The air is thick. You’re awkward. So much so that sometimes Atsumu wonders if it would be better to leave you alone.
“Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing here all alone?”
“Oh, I’m, uh, not alone.”
You use your finger to point across the room to a man. A man with an arm around another woman. Atsumu smoothly turns his head to look at you, and he notices how your features twist in discomfort at the sight.
“Oh,” he starts, “he’s an ass.” Is the only form of consolation that he can think of.
“Yeah,” you sigh. Your eyes are still glued to the sight in front of you and Atsumu wishes he could take you into his arms and make you forget about him.
“He dragged you to a frat party just to leave you alone the whole night?”
“He doesn’t mean to, I guess. He just has a lot more friends than I do.” You’re defending him. Atsumu knows that you don’t mean to, but it’s a habit that has cemented itself into your mind. He’s a sad excuse for a boyfriend that has turned you into someone that you are not.
“Come with me,” he softly whispers, a gentle hand placed on your wrist. The kindness is something so unfamiliar that you close your eyes and relish in the heaven he has provided you with.
“Okay,” is your answer.
Atsumu first drags you to the kitchen, grabbing a shit ton of cups that he knows could be put to better use. Next is an entire six-pack of beer (that one earns him a few protests from onlookers, but he still strides away with confidence), and lastly, a ping pong ball from one of his friends.
You’re not quite sure how he’s able to carry all those things while maintaining a hold on your hand, but you chose not to question him. Silence has always been your best friend.
You’re hit with a strong, cold gust of wind before you realize where you are. Somehow, in the midst of all your thought, he managed to drag you to the rooftop of your classmate's house.
“Oh. Atsumu, why are we outside?”
You like how his hand feels on your skin. He emanates a warmth that is foreign to you. No one has ever bothered to hold you with such care.
“Beer pong,” his beautiful boyish smirks peeks through.
“That doesn’t really explain anything.” You look up at him with your big, curious eyes and Atsumu nearly melts.
He sets the cups on the floor in the 1-3-5 triangular formation, dragging you to sit on the ground with him.
“My dress…” Another small mumble falls from your lips.
Atsumu turns to eye your beautiful white dress and his mind takes him to dangerous places. You got all dolled up for your asshole of a boyfriend, just for him to spend his whole time coddled up with another girl. If he was yours, his heart would be locked with yours and his eyes would be glued on you.
“Where are my manners?” A laugh falls from his lips and he’s quick to take off his jacket and lay it on the floor. “Your throne, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure? I’d feel bad,” there’s that usual apprehension present in your voice.
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have done it. Now sit.”
He pinches your cheek with a shy smile on his face. There’s something so welcoming about him. His heart, his generosity, or maybe it's the ever-present teasing tone of his voice. You’re not quite sure. All you know is that you like him. You like his presence.
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You don’t really play much beer pong that night.
Somehow, you end up with your head on Atsumu’s shoulder and his hand tangled up in yours.
“I wish he’d listen to me,” you break the silence that surrounds you two.
“What does that mean?”
“Oh. I’m talking about Ren. I wish he’d listen to me sometimes.” Minutes pass before you get the courage to speak again. “He can be… really mean. And he doesn’t like you very much, Atsumu.”
He feels defensive. He knows he shouldn’t–you’re not his–but he doesn’t like hearing the pain etched in your voice. He squeezes your hand, one, two, three times, just to let you know that he’s there.
“I wish he was like you. You’re so sweet. And you listen to me a lot. You make me laugh and you remember my favorite things even though I don’t mention them very often.”
His chest hurts. Those evil, slimy worms crawl back up inside his stomach and he feels as if he’ll throw up. He wants to hold you. To kiss you and tell you that you deserve everything you want and more. But he knows he can’t. Maybe what you two are doing is wrong, but he knows you need him. You need a friend.
“I wish I met you first.”
An arrow pierces his heart.
It’s an endless cycle.
This time a month passes by before you talk to him again.
He understands it. Kind of. Atsumu doesn’t want you to think that he’s pushing you into something new. He knows that you’ve spent your whole life scared of change. He’s patient (at least he wants to be).
He gets a call from you on a Thursday afternoon and nearly screams when he sees your caller ID. He doesn’t let the phone ring for longer than two seconds before he picks up your call.
(“Jesus Christ,” Suna lets out a loud, painful groan. “You’re fucking pathetic, Atsumu.”)
“Hello?”
“...Hi, Atsumu.”
It feels so good to hear his name on your tongue once again. “Hi. How are you?”
“I’m, uh, okay.” There’s a long pause where you relish in the sound of his voice. “I wanted to tell you that I broke up with Ren. Um, three weeks ago.”
He feels his heart drop. He’s lost the little sense he has when he’s around you.
“Would you like to come over?”
“Sure,” he sighs like he never has before. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”
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He lies. He’s at your doorstep a little after the ten-minute mark.
A small knock is placed on your door. He’s not one to be scared—he’s lived his life confident in everything that he does—but today, genuine fear rests in his heart. He doesn’t know if he can take being away from you once again.
You open the door looking as beautiful as ever. “Hi.”
“Hi,” and he smiles.
You beckon him in and he’s quick to follow. He wants to hold you. To tackle you to your couch and tell you how much he loves you. But he can’t, at least not until you tell him he can.
You suddenly turn to face him with a fire lighting in your eyes. “I’m sorry if this is really forward, but Suna told me to stop being a pussy and to tell you what I feel.” You take a step closer to him. “I really, really like you, Atsumu. And I feel like I’ve spent the past few months stringing you along and never getting the courage to tell you what I really want, but now I can. I like you.”
You’re trembling. Shaking so much that Atsumu has to take your hands in his to calm you down.
“I’m really sorry for using you.”
“Using me?” He finds the strength to respond. His head is running a mile a minute and he wants nothing more than to tell you that he loves you. So much so that his feet feel like jelly whenever he looks at you. “I’ve always wanted you. Even more than you’ve ever wanted me.”
“You wouldn’t want to be with me.”
“Why?” He asks, his face slowly inching closer to yours.
“I’m a cheater.”
He chuckles. It’s loud, it’s beautiful, and it’s so him. Every part of you envies his ability to be so wholeheartedly himself.
“Not really a good argument when I was the main accomplice in your cheating.”
“Atsumu,” you rest your head against his chest and every part of him feels like home. His scent, his arms, his mind that controls his every thought. “You wouldn’t want me,” tears fall from your eyes and become one with his skin. “I’m damaged goods. I’m not enough for you. You’re so big and you can do so much without me by your side.”
His hold on you tightens and you feel as if you can’t breathe. “I love you. Every part of you. You’ll always be enough for me.”
#mine#this is my attempt at getting back into writing loolllll#idk if this is good but if it isnt pls spare my feelings#also tumblr pls put this in the tags this time -_-#atsumu#miya atsumu#atsumu fluff#atsumu angst#atsumu x reader#atsumu x you#atsumu x y/n#atsumu imagines#atsumu comfort#atsumu scenarios#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu angst#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu fanfics
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the way you write tsukishima makes me cry... my heart is so full 😭
Aw babe you’ll make me cry!! Thank youuuu
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Omg I didn’t know fiona apple covered across the universe!! It’s my favorite Beatles song
It’s literally my second fav Beatles song (only second to till there was you) and I think Fiona’s cover adds so much to it 😭 she somehow makes it more emotional idk
#inbox#miss apple you never miss#it’s literally the best cover of all time#you know the cover is so good when people think it’s ur own song
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — YUTA x FEM READER
You’ve been trying to get a boyfriend to get over your one sided crush, but being known as Yuta’s girl across campus is a major cockblock for your romantic endeavours. The worst part? You’re not even dating.
wc — 4.8k
tags — pining, childhood friends to lovers, jealous Yuta, possessiveness, college au, Getou #1 wingman Suguru but only cause he gets a kick out of watching Yuta suffer, Yuta and you are so delusional
♫: cologne — beabadoobee
This is the fifth boy that’s turned you down so far. You’re starting to wonder if something’s wrong with you.
As with all of your woes, it ends with you at Yuta’s apartment. Is it pathetic to be comforted for your failed attempts at flirting by the boy you’re in love with? Very. Do you trust anyone else but Yuta not to make fun of you? No.
“Yuta,” you whine into his stomach. He’s sitting on the couch with his legs tucked neatly together to form a cushion for your head. “Am I ugly?”
He drops his controller instantly, muttering a quick sorry to Inumaki who’s suddenly left single handedly defending their team against the enslaught of monsters. “Why would you say that?”
He pinches your cheeks between two fingers, squishing your face until your lips form an ‘o’. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world! Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
Clearly not, or Yuta would have you. He’s just saying that because he has to. He’s your best friend.
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#have you ever read something and been like. I Wish I Wrote That#cause that’s me rn#this is so CUTE!#the passion the yearn the dialogue omg I laurve it#so good#recs
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The tsukishima clingy agenda is FOREVER!!
tsukishima warms up to you after a while of dating him. at first he recoils at physical affection because he’s not used to it, but once he realizes how touch starved he is after you guys cuddle for the first time, he becomes CLINGY.
when tsukishimas sleepy, hes clingy. when you wake up in the middle of the night and try to unravel from his arms to reach for your phone to check the time, his arm immediately wraps around you and pulls you back toward him, so your chest is flat against his back.
“kei, wait. i just wanna check the time.” you mumble, putting your hand on his bicep. “you can do that later.” tsukishima grumbles, holding you tighter against him. “look, the sun’s not even out yet. you can check it later.”
he’s especially clingy when he wakes up and you aren’t there, but instead in the kitchen, making pancakes with strawberries. he scares you by pressing his chest against your back yet again, icy cold fingers slithering around your waist. “why didn’t you wake me up?” he asks, raspy morning voice filling in the silence. “wanted to surprise you.” you say, slightly smiling as you flip the last pancake.
he’s especially clingy in aftercare, wiping you down, giving you a bath, and changing the sheets. afterwards he makes sure you’re comfortable, and lays you down on his chest, making you smile and melt into his touch.
“you’re so clingy, y’know that? i love that you are though, ‘ts just unexpected from you.” you mumble into his neck, kissing it.
tsukishima rolls his eyes, scoffing. “i’ve never felt as comfortable with anyone as i do with you.” he ignores how on fire he is, that if you were to look up you’d see how red he is. he moves his glasses from the bed to the nightstand, and you whine, putting his hand on your back. “why’d you move it?” you whine.
he chuckles. “i just had to move my glasses so they wouldn’t break while i sleep. you’re so clingy, y’know that?” tsukishima replies, mocking you. you giggle and he continues to rub his hands up and down your back nonetheless, turning off the nightlight.
“yeah yeah whatever, i love you kei.” you say as you drift off to sleep, a small smile on tsukishimas face as he quietly joins you. “i love you too.”
very ib by kentoloves drabble on this too!
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i really love your fics <3
is there any chance you have an ao3 i could follow u on???
Hiii sweetheart I do not :( although I’ve always wanted to make an actual acc where I post stuff!! Maybe sometime soon? :0
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Soup is made for two
During the nights that Tsukishima spends with you, his heart feels heavy.
He is unable to identify the feeling, for it is nothing that he has felt before. It is not the joy that he feels after winning a match. It is not the anger that sometimes pokes through when he sees his brother’s face (although he cherishes his brother dearly). And it is not the anxiety he feels when the ball is racing towards him.
And tonight is no different.
He watches as you stand by his stovetop, his favourite red apron on, stirring a pot full of his favourite soup.
“You didn’t have to make me all this,” he speaks out, walking steadily towards you.
Your head twists to look him right in the eye, a faint smile on that beautiful face of yours.
(He studies your smile. He notes all the wrinkles that have formed, years of happiness and sadness evident in your skin. He wants to run his hands over every fold. Every mark on your skin he wants to familiarise himself with.)
“I know,” you start, “but I wanted to.”
Every surface of his skin burns. With anxiety, with anger, with love—he’s not quite sure. All he knows is that you make his heart move in a way it never has before.
“Come!” You soon call onto him. “Taste the soup.”
You bring the wooden spoon to his mouth, watching with joy as the flavours melt in his mouth. The soup itself is somewhat bland. Maybe missing enough salt, or maybe the spices are off. It’s not as good as the soup he would have made himself, but seeing that smile on your face is worth more than anything.
“It’s good,” he lies.
“Really?” Your eyes light up in that special way. Your wrinkles are much more evident. He suddenly wants to grow old with you and watch all those wrinkles sag with age.
“Not really,” he smiles, and there’s the Tsukishima that you know.
“I knew it! I should’ve added more salt, right? Last time you said I over-salted.”
He moves you away from the stove. “Doesn’t matter anyways,” he watches as you pout, “I can do it.”
The frown remains on your face and you move behind Tsukishima to give him a hug. Your hands manoeuvre around his waist, your head rests on his shoulder, and you place a small kiss on his neck.”
“You know, I should really break up with you. You’re so mean to me.”
He almost lets out a chuckle at your words, but his beating heart stops him from doing so. Thinking becomes limited when you are so close to him.
“We’ve only been dating for five months. You’d look stupid.”
“You see!” A whine escapes your throat, “no one else would treat me this way.”
��And no one else would love you the way that I do.”
There is a revelation hidden somewhere in his words. You know it’s meaning when you squeeze him tighter, and he knows it when he forces you to taste his soup. You see his secrets pour out when he serves you a hot bowl of soup and when he spoon-feeds you each bite simply because you asked him to.
His secrets will watch you grow old together, and they will caress each wrinkle on your face.
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hi!! i was just wondering how you got the “#mine” part in your masterlist to show everything under the hashtag?? ive been trying to work it out for ages but havent been able to LMAO, i love your work btw, keep it up!!🤍🤍🤍
thank u for the sweet words 💗💗 It’s a bit of a task heh but I did it on my laptop!
You’ll need to go to your account on the actual tumblr site. Since I made sure to have used the #mine hashtag a few times, all I did was click on the url of my account and type in a few stuff. My url usually looks like this (I’m breaking it so it doesn’t actually link):
tumblr . com / kentolove
So to get the link for the hashtag, I added:
tumblr . com / kentolove / tagged / mine
You can do this with anything! For example, if I wanted to do a tsukishima only tag, then I would do this:
tumblr . com / kentolove / tagged / tsukishima
After I got the link, I just pasted that into my profile!
#inbox#so basically all you need to do is add#/ tagged / (word you want to add)#then that’s it!#idk if this is a good explanation but#sorrryyy if it’s a bit late!!
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sakuatsu and sunaosa vampire au 🤭
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