CUPID’S TEXT !
# summary : you’ve liked tsukishima kei for a while now. maybe since middle school. elementary.. but it doesn't matter anymore. you get so excited when he tells you he likes you , thru text , just for him to say it was the wrong contact num. :(
# genre : angst , no comfort. (fem reader)
# chars : tsukishima kei, shimizu kiyoko
# a. note : i thought of this while listening to magnolia by laufey 😓
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walking towards the school gate , watching as kiyoko , the volleyball team’s beautiful manager ; talk to tsukishima. your shoes leaving marks in the snow as it crunches — knowing it'll just get filled out by more snow later that night. it's cold, of course, winter has no mercy to those who forget their coats.
you chase him everyday , but he doesn't think too much of it , yet.
it's so damn cold, your breath is coming out through puffs.
so here you are, running home to reach the comfort of warm, welcoming food and your bed.
“i’m home!” you call out as you open the door, taking off your shoes before rushing to your room — the smell of soup filling your nostrils.
“i’ll be going up to study, i’ll be down for dinner though!” you tell your mother through the hallway, before going in your room, throwing your bag to the side, and immediately throwing yourself onto your bed.
6:38 PM.
tossing and turning isn't exactly studying.
quickly sitting up on the bed, until a ding hits your ears , and you overthink this : a notification , a text , or it's just the weather again.
“i like you.” 6:39 PM
oh , from tsukishima.
OH.
nevermind, it's neither of those options. your cheeks are turning red.
“what??” you send back.
“shit its the wrong number”
“sorry”
hahaha you wanna throw yourself down a pit it's not even funny anymore
“it's okay” you tell him.
no it's not.
tsukishima talks to shimizu so much , shimizu is beautiful — he probably likes her , how are you supposed to compete with her !?
you should give up chasing him.
everyday since middle school , you've been chasing him. but he acts nonchalant , doesn't acknowledge it , or both.
it hurts.
you don't know what hurts most. holding your tears in your throat , or your heart aching right now.
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// I'm curious as to what Nnoi would think about Fullbringers (the whole, half human/half Hollow aspect and all that) if he knew about them? I feel like he might have some interesting (funny) thoughts about them in general. -hands the mic off to him- //
❝ I've met one 'a those. ❞ That didn't mean he understood the concept though. He truly didn't understand how someone could be "half hollow - half human", weren't the two opposing creatures? Then again, ALL Hollow were once human ( even him, as hard as that was to imagine ). Nnoitra kinda wondered how a Fullbringer came to be. Would a Hollow have to fuck a human woman? How would she survive? Nnoitra had been taught that it WAS possible for Hollow ( or at least Arrancar ) to procreate. Maybe it was easier for a human to fuck a Hollow? Then again --- There weren't that many female Hollow to begin with, because they never lasted long in Hueco Mundo.
❝ What I think 'bout 'em? I think that if they're half human, half Hollow, they should just try 'ta become full-on Hollow, 'n get rid 'a 'da human side. We ALL know humans are weak as fuck. ❞ That's what HE would've done if he had been unfortunate enough to be a Fullbringer. He also wondered --- HOW WOULD THEY TASTE? Like a human? Like a Hollow? Would they feel like kin, or would they be his enemy? Mah, even his own kind were his enemies so maybe that was a stupid question.
It sounded, to him, like the worst of both worlds. Being a Hollow was... Pretty bad. It wasn't an existence that anyone would WISH for. He thought that being human... That would be even worse though. Because then you'd be weak. So yeah, Fullbringer really had drawn the shortest straw, huh?
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omg girlyyyy <3 you are back (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)
i hope you’ve been well and feeling your best, you always try to make the cutest fics for us ♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ you deserved the break sooo much ily <3
for the request could i please have bokurootsukki with tsukishima as the lee ? maybe with them trying to get closer to kei trying to joke with him and make him laugh, or whatever you might have in mind <3 only if you want to ofc <3333
Hey friend! :D I'm doing well, thank you! :) Aww, thank you so much! I appreciate it!
This is so cute oh my goodness! I was going to go with jokes but I couldn't think of any, so I went with good ol' Kuroo Bokuto chaos! I hope you like it!
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“Oi, Tsukki-poo, has anyone ever told you you’re rather stiff?” Bokuto pointed out suddenly, tossing a stray volleyball up into the air while he lay on his back.
They had just finished another round of blocking practice. With no desire to return to their respective classes just yet, the three of them were sitting around the empty gym, catching up on life and enjoying the sounds of nighttime. Akaashi had already left- too tired to stay up and reminding them not to hang around too long.
The blonde stiffened slightly, feeling weirdly defensive. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing bad, I just noticed you're so…well, stiff.” Bokuto grinned at him, catching the volleyball without looking. “It’s like you're swimming with sharks or something. Relax your shoulders.”
“Can’t blame him for being so nervous, Bo. He is in the presence of greatness.” Kuroo snickered, striking a pose. The effect would have had more oomph had he’d been properly sitting up. Lounging across the aluminum flooring with an elbow propping him up, he gave off the aura of a lazy cat rather than a king.
“I’m not….” Tsukishima trailed off, knowing they were right. He was stiff. Before this, he’d usually sneak off after practice. Today they coaxed him into staying, and now he didn’t know what to do with himself.
In a way, they did make him nervous.
There was no way in hell he was going to admit that out loud though.
“I’m not nervous.” He stated.
“Oya oya?” Bokuto grinned.
“Oya oya oya.” Kuroo grinned back. Just what were these two planning?
“Okay Mr. Totally-Not-Nervous,” Bokuto rolled onto his belly, using the volleyball as a pillow. “What’s making you so stiff then?”
“Yeah, Tsukki. You look like you're about to run away.” Sitting up, Kuroo reached out and squeezed his shoulder, kneading the muscle there. “Ease..relax…”
“Tch- Get ohoff.” Tsukishima twitched at the sudden tingling feeling racing down his spine.
“Whoa, did you hear that?” Bokuto blinked.
“I did. Was that a giggle?” Kuroo smiled.
Tsukishima’s eyes widened behind his glasses, his face burning. “No it was not-”
“Kuroo, squeeze his shoulder again!” Another squeeze followed, making Tsukishima jerk with a choked chuckle.
“Oya oya? No way- you’re ticklish here?” Kuroo squeezed again, grinning when Tsukishima ducked away. “Add that to the list of tickle spots!”
“Get oohoff! I’m not ticklish!” Tsukishima growled, jerking the other way when Bokuto poked his side. “Stop it!”
“Not ticklish huh? So the other day when we tickled you you weren’t ticklish?” The dipped dyed haired man snickered.
“Or the day before that? You mean to tell me you weren’t a giggly mess as we counted your ribs?” Kuroo added, squeezing a tad lower on his shoulder and making Tsukishima arch.
“Or blew raspberries against your ticklish tum?”
“Or squeezed those ticklish knees or yours?”
“Or found that really good spot by your hips?”
“Oh my gohohohod, stop!” Tsukishima groaned in his hands, his face on fire. Even mentioning the previous day's events left his body tingling, fueling his embarrassment. It didn’t help that Kuroo switched to gentle pinches, making it harder to hold down the giggles. Bokuto was full on tickling him now, gently grazing his fingers up and down his side, all while wearing that shit-eating grin of his. “Dohoohn’t remiihihnd me!”
“Aww, he’s blushing!” Kuroo cooed, clawing at Tsukishima’s lower back and making the blonde squeak. “He’s all red!”
“How cute!” Bokuto teased, his other hand coming up to gently prod at the younger boy’s belly, making him double over. “Look, even his ears are red!”
“Fuuuhuck ohohohoff!” The dam broke. Soft breathy giggles poured from his lips as the two third years tickled him relentlessly, keeping their methods on the lighter side. “Doooohohohohon’t tihihiihihickle mehhehehehehhe!”
“Oh? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Bokuto chided in mock shock.
“I lihihiihihihiihed!”
“You did?” Kuroo gasped. “You lied to us?”
“Yhehehehehehes! Ohooohohkay I’m tihiihihiihihcklish!”
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Bokuto teased. Kuroo laughed in agreement.
“Ohoohohohohkay yohoohoohohu mahahhahde your poohoohohint, now stahahahhhaap!” Tsukishima pleaded, feeling himself fall backwards. With no way to escape, all he could do was laugh, weakly pushing at their arms as they played.
Eventually, when Tsukishima was as red as a Nekoma uniform and raspy with mirth, the pair ended their playful attack. “Hah! There we go- nice and relaxed!” Kuroo declared with a grin, reaching out and ruffling the blonde’s hair.
“Look at that smile! Aren’t you glad you hung out with us?” Bokuto snickered, equally proud.
Despite his embarrassment, Tsukishima…had fun. He could feel his body ease, no longer strung up with tension. His chest felt light and airy. Had he been anyone else, he would probably be laughing along with them right now.
“I guess.” He mumbled, making the older boys laugh.
“Oi, hurry up and clean up already.” Akaashi’s voice startled them to their feet, turning to face the exhausted looking vice captain. “I already had to distract two teachers from checking in on you three. Get going before a third comes around.”
“Sorry Keji! We’re doing that now!” Bokuto grinned as he and the others got to work. Before long the gym lights were off and the doors were locked, the boys heading back to their respective classes. “Night Tetsu. Night Tsukki-poo! Same time tomorrow?” Bokuto called as he and Akaashi found their class.
“You bet! What about you, Tsukki?” Kuroo raised his brows.
“....Alright.” He nodded, earning a blinding smile. “But no tickling.”
“Hehe, we’ll see.”
I hope this was good!
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