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maliciouslove · 11 months

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𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤

pairing // Tsukishima Kei x Reader

word count // 2.8k

tags // friends with benefits, pining, a little bit of angst, bit of dom/sub dynamic but very badly depicted, semi-public rooftop sex, use of petnames (princess), restraints (belt), edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie

It’s ironic that we yearn for summer to come, yet when it finally arrives, it’s over in the blink of an eye. Perhaps good things aren’t meant to last long, perhaps that is exactly what makes them special.

And each summer spent with him was just that: long awaited, desired, special, yet awfully short lived.

Tsukishima works overseas, so he only ever comes back home around the end of June staying only until the end of August. It’s the only time he got off work, and he was more than happy to spend it back at home where his family and friends are. Where you are.

You weren’t dating or anything; you had been friends since highschool, but somehow through the years you ended up in this weird friends with benefits relationship that was in force only for the duration of these two short months. It’s fun and easy: no attachment, no feelings, and the sex is so good.

You find yourself excited and longing for him to come back home as soon as spring rolls around the corner. When the warm rays of sunshine on your skin remind you of his touch, and you count the days until he comes back. Summers with him are fun, colorful, different. Yet so short.

And once again, it’s the end of August—the last day of sunny weather and clear, starry nights. The final hours spent with him before he’s gone again.

You’re sitting on the rooftop, cold beer in hand, back pressed to his chest as his large hands wrap around your waist, his lips ever so gently brushing against your bare neck and shoulders.

“What are you thinking ‘bout?” His voice is so low and husky in your ear. He trails a single finger up the length of your arm, tapping your jaw lightly with it so you could look at him.

“About how at this time tomorrow, you won’t be here anymore…” You don’t mean to sound so needy or sad, but your voice cracks at the end and the feelings of uneasiness slip through. You avert your gaze back to the ground, quickly bringing the bottle of beer to your lips just so you can occupy yourself with something else. Just so you could play it off as not a big deal.

But Tsukishima knows you better than that. He cups your face and brings it close to his, nose brushing against yours in the seconds before his lips find yours, thumb gently tracing down your jaw. You can’t help but smile against his lips as you realize that this is a little gesture he always does when you feel anxious. And without failure, it always calms you down.

The taste of bitter beer mixes with the sweet taste of his tongue and you find it funny, thinking to yourself ah, how bittersweet. But the way he moves against you, the way his hands trail down your sides, sliding under your shirt… It distracts you from the fact he’s leaving soon. It fills your mind with a fog of pleasure, drowning out the tension and fear.

The night air is cool, yet his touch feels hot against your skin and before you can register it, he’s moving you to lay your back down on the concrete, his much larger body towering over yours. For a few seconds, he just looks into your eyes, and you struggle to read him. It’s funny how he can instantly tell the slightest shift in your mood apart, yet after so many years you still can’t read him, not even a little.

He brushes a few stray hairs away from your face and smiles down at you.

“You’re beautiful.”

It’s not the first time he’s said this, but it feels so different this time and you wonder why. His words feel like an inevitable end, like a final act of kindness of some sorts, yet his lips are trailing soft little kisses down your chest which pull you away from the thought. It takes Tsukishima no time to get you out of your tank top, hands following the shape of your hips and waist, sliding up to brush his thumb against your nipple.

His hands never leave your body, they hold you tightly as his tongue explores your breasts, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. His knee is right between your legs, so close to you, you just can’t help but lift your hips up a little so you can grind on his thigh. He’s barely started, but you’re already so needy, your fingers cradle through his blond locks and tug slightly when his hands get close to where you need him the most.

You watch as he takes his belt off, wrapping it around your wrists. It’s not tight, but it’s enough to keep you in place as he works his way down your body, lips kissing at the hem of your shorts, thumb pressing into your clothed pussy. You still can’t help but feel as if something feels a little off tonight, but the way his every touch lights your skin on fire doesn’t allow you to ponder too long over it.

It’s not long before all your clothes are discarded, and you’re laying completely naked under the stars while he’s still fully clothed, the only missing part of his outfit being the sweater you’re currently laying on, and the belt around your wrists. His hand runs down the middle of your chest and over your belly sliding down your core where his fingers brush against your slick folds.

“It’s still summer, people sleep with their windows open. You better keep quiet.” He smiles as he tells you this, a single digit pushing past your entrance at an excruciatingly slow pace. It’s a single finger, but it’s enough to take your breath away and make you mewl under his touch.

While he pumps his index finger in and out of your pussy, his thumb is softly circling your clit—not enough pressure to tighten the cord in your belly, but not soft enough to make the tension go away. Your walls pulsate against his finger, and your cunt drools, the quiet of the summer night filled with the obscene squelching noise.

“So fucking needy, look at you, so wet over a single finger. Does it feel good, princess?”

“Tsukki... Please, I need more…”

He doesn’t bother responding, simply chuckles and positions himself between your thighs, eyes swallowing up the view of your slick already dripping down onto his sweater. He keeps the slow torturous pace for what feels like forever, but he’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. The tiniest change of his motion, of his breathing, affects you and it makes you clench around him.

By the time tears of frustration start pooling in your eyes, he finally adds a second digit. It stretches you out pleasantly, and, quite frankly, two of his fingers are more than enough to drive you mad. Even with the additional finger, he doesn’t increase the pace—he keeps you right there, on the edge of insanity, marvelling at the way your body tenses, your thighs shake. Every spasm of your walls, every flutter of your eyelashes, every half-muffled moan of his name—it all belongs to him right now.

You’ve been begging for him to change the tempo, to speed up, but when he does you regret your words. His fingers curl inside you, fingertips grazing over your sweet spot, it’s faster now and the tension inside you builds up like a tidal wave, and just when it’s about to crash over you his fingers still.

He kisses your thighs, blowing hot puffs of air over your clit and giving it a soft kiss while he waits for you to calm down, just so he can do the same thing all over again.

“Am I not giving you what you want, princess?” You can’t even form the words, you just shake your head, fat tears rolling down your face as you struggle to keep your eyes on his. Another devilish smile and he leans down to lick one of your tears away.

“You know I like it when you cry for me.” And once again, even though it’s something he’s said to you before, it feels utterly different this time. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but the words leave a sour taste in your mouth and more tears well in your eyes.

“Wanna cum?” There’s a lilt to his voice, like he’s having fun, like he doesn’t already know how badly you need a release.

You nod frantically, please, please. His head dips between your thighs again and his mouth latches onto your clit, tongue working over your sensitive nub while his fingers finally pick up the pace.

When your orgasm comes it is violent. You forget to be quiet, you forget where you are, everything turns dark, and your body shakes with the force of your release. It fills your lungs and brain with pleasure that courses through your body like poison, and every subsequent stroke of his tongue over your clit is a jolt of electricity travelling up your spine.

“Stop, stop, Tsukki, too much, please,” you beg.

You try to wiggle away from him, but he’s much larger than you, stronger. His arms wrap around your thighs, and his hands press down on your belly, and you know you won’t be able to escape. His lips and tongue move relentlessly against your pussy, it’s sloppy and the sounds are obscene, mixing with his own grunts of pleasure. You steal a glance at him and you observe how his biceps flex when you try to move away, you see his gaze burning into yours, pupils blown wide with lust, and you almost see the desperation in his eyes. The pure unadulterated excitement of what’s to come.

A few more expert strokes of his tongue, and you’re coming undone for him again, pulling on the restraints around your wrists as the world turns black again. It’s not as violent as your first orgasm, but it lasts so much longer, like time stretches for the sole purpose of pleasure. Your chest is heaving as you try to calm yourself down, and your eyes are closed shut because everything just feels too much.

Even without opening your eyes, you can feel him shift above you, hands once again touching you softly, with care and admiration. You can feel the cool breeze on your skin contrasting with the hotness of his every touch. He wipes away the damp hairs from your forehead and places a gentle kiss there, holding it moments longer than the usual which makes you finally open your eyes.

There he is: on the black canvas of the night August sky, littered with stars that were the only witness of your time together. In this moment, the rest of the world fades away, and you find yourself entranced by the way the moon shines bright behind him, the light creating a halo over his head. Your eyes follow and trace the lines of his face—his sharp jawline, his neck, broad shoulders littered with tiny freckles. The scent of soap, aftershave, and sweat carries in the air, but it doesn’t repulse you. He smells like home.

You finally match his gaze, and he’s looking back at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in his life: golden orbs peering back at you with astonishment, with desire, and perhaps a tinge of hope. His eyes don’t leave yours as he gulps rather nervously, licking his lips.

“I’m being relocated at work.”

It’s so quiet, you can hear the exact moment your heart stops beating. You can pinpoint to a millisecond the exact moment where your world shatters and the gears in your head go in full overdrive. What does this mean?

Is this why he’s been so weird tonight, why everything felt just slightly different? Perhaps he won’t be able to come home anymore for the summer, perhaps… this wasn’t the last time you’re with him this year. Perhaps, it’s simply the last time.

You don’t even realize there is a fresh set of tears rolling down your cheeks until his thumb brushes them away.

Time stands painfully still.

“I’m coming back home.”

The tiny gasp that escapes you is swallowed by his lips. He’s never kissed you like this before, with so much need and desperation. One of his hands is at the back of your head, fingers cradling through your hair as he holds you impossibly close and deepens the kiss even more, as if the tiniest gap between you will be too much. His other free hand is quickly undoing the belt around your wrists.

Finally, just as your lungs are about to collapse from the intensity of the kiss, he pulls away. You want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in your throat and you’re left staring up at him with big doe eyes, lashes still wet from the tears.

“I don’t have to leave anymore. I don’t have to wait for summer to see you.”

He smiles, and his eyes shine like little suns in the dead of night. You place your hand on his cheek and trail it down his neck as if to make sure this is real, he is real.

“Tsukki—”

“Be mine.”

All the unspoken words, all the feelings bottled up inside you finally break free as your heart hammers against your ribcage. Now it’s your turn to hold him impossibly tight and close as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, whispering barely coherent sentences about how you’ve always been his. Most of the words get lost between sobs, but he knows, he understands and there is a blooming warmth inside his chest.

Somewhere between sobs you find his lips again, and everything feels different, warmer somehow. Even though it’s late into the night, you can see clearly. The mess of limbs and moans, his fingers tangled in your hair as you struggle to take him out of his clothes. It’s rushed, it’s chaos, but your heart feels like it’s soaring.

When you’re both finally naked under the moon, he places you in his lap, cock slipping between your slick folds as you rock your hips against his in a rhythm only you two could hear. The cicadas in the distance serenade you.

You’ve been together for years, you’ve had sex many times, yet it feels much more intense now. Every touch ignites a fire on your skin, every time his fat cock rubs against your clit you can practically see the gates of heaven.

He looks into your eyes as you finally begin to sink down on his cock, now wet and covered in your arousal, and you hold onto his shoulders for support. He’s big and thick and every vein and ripple on his cock makes your mind reel, until the tip of his cock finally bumps against your cervix and your mind stills.

He takes it slow, moving your hips to his desired rhythm, hands burning hot on your sides as he guides you and whispers in your ear how long he’s wanted this. How long he’s waited for this not to be just a summer fling, no strings attached. He praises you and repeats over and over again how fucking beautiful you are, how perfect. And while his face is hidden in your neck you can tell by the strain in his voice how much emotion and vulnerability he’s actually showing you right now.

You cup his face and force him to look at you as your hips pick up the speed, angling themselves as you bounce up and down on his cock. Tears are welling up in your eyes again but you smile at him.

“I love you, Tsukki.” And you can see it, the shift in his eyes, the way they mellow out and turn to golden honey, the way his feelings shine behind his irises, so vivid and beautiful, so intense.

You can feel the tension building up inside you, and it’s the next words he whispers to you that finally make it snap.

“I love you too.”

His hips move up urgently against yours, meeting you halfway as he thrusts inside you, completely losing himself to the feeling. The silence of the night is filled with the sound of skin on skin, the wet squelching of your cunt as he slams his cock inside you, pressing you close to himself but never breaking eye contact. There’s so much feeling in his eyes, so much promise.

You both cross the edge almost at the same time, your velvety walls spasming and pulsating around his cock which immediately sends him over the edge too, balls tightening and emptying themselves deep inside you. You can feel every twitch of his dick inside you and you close your eyes blissfully, pressing your forehead against his.

You listen to the sounds of your ragged breathing slowly coming back into rhythm as the cicadas continue their song, and you know…

Love like this is a promise for eternal summer.

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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comforting you | hq, jjk, tr x reader

tsukki, iwaizumi, sugawara

megumi, nanami

rindou, mitsuya

ㅡthanks for reading! if anyone is feeling blue, i hope this helped you feel better :) per usual rbs and likes are very much appreciated.

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insidetanhead · 2 years

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the night we met [tsukishima kei}

It was the night after the volley match between Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. kiyoko invited me to watch the match with her since she stopped being the manager for that team. when the match was over I went straight home, even though kiyoko told me that he wanted to introduce me to the team. but I didn’t really want to be drained from meeting a lot of new people, even though I wouldn't really talk to them it's enough to made me feel tired. I believe that kiyoko realized by now what kind of person I am. since I've been always hanging around her these last couple weeks since I moved to this high school for the eleventh grade.

The route I have been walking to my house is tiring and I know I could’ve just used my bike, but I would rather spend my time outside rather than inside my house. It was then when I heard someone ring his bicycle bell at me, I could recognize by their blonde hair that it was him, karasuno’s middle blocker, Tsukishima. he then stopped the bike to my left.

He said “you know something unpleasant might happen to school girl like walking home by herself in the middle night."

“You know that it’s rude to think that all girls are weak?” I retorted.

"I’m just trying to give you a ride, that’s all.” he said sheepishly

i chuckled “I think it’s very easy to piss you off.”

I sat on the back of his bike, He has yet to say anything since he started cycling. It’s been 10 mins of silence, but it was then I realized that he's been taking me down a wrong turn. Yet I couldn't even tell where i was.

“Eh.. Kei?” I whispered

“Why has it taken you so long to realize that I have been taking you the wrong way?…”, he laughed. “…I know what i’m doing”

Finally he stopped at the river next to my neighborhood. He leaned the bike onto a nearby bench, and laid down on the river bank.

“I've recently found that I love to spend my time here, it’s quiet you know?” he stated.

“I think you forgot that you’re gonna take me home.” I jokingly jeered at him.

“Just stay in here for a bit, plus I need someone to vent at....” he replied. I rolled my eyes and sat next to him. His brown eyes were looking up at the brilliant night sky. and I agreed, it’s very peaceful here.

“....You know my neighbor has been pretty loud for a couple weeks.”

I honestly don’t really pay attention to him, I am drowned by the night sky.

He continued “yeah, my neighbour’s uncle is kinda awful though, always screaming all the time. I can even hear him from three houses away.”

Then I realized what he was trying to say. but there is no way he’s my neighbor.

“Do you even know that I live right next to you?” he whispered.

“I'm not sure…” I replied.

“Gosh I don't think you ever pay attention, you're always deep in your own mind I bet.” he stated.

It’s just embarrassing, I never realized that he lived next to me. I always leave my house early and return very late so I don’t need to go through the chaos that happens in my house. I stood up and left, but yet he stopped me.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me. I understand if you never want to be around or talk to anyone.”, I was trying so hard to hold my tears back because it’s gonna be embarrassing if I cry.

“I’ve been watching you lately (y/n). I understand why you’re trying to avoid people.” He seemed very worried about me but I still can’t look at him in the eyes.

“Even my mom is worried about you, we can hear your brother beat you every night. I know that’s the reason why you're always wear those long sleeves.”,

I can’t hold back my tears any more, I bursted out tears. My chest started to hurt. I covered up my face, I did’t want him to see me cry. I don’t want anyone to think that i’m just a pathetic girl. The second after my outburst he started to hug me very tight. I still can remember what he smells like. He rubbed my head and just kept saying

“you’ll be alright (y/n).”

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tetsumie · 1 year

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"

read part 2 here!

pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!

tsukishima kei

tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.

everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.

as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.

they are most definitely used to this.

the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.

"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."

you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."

you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.

"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.

although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.

clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.

a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.

yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.

how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"

the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.

after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.

tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.

the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.

the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.

grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.

you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.

"hi kei," you say curtly.

"what's for breakfast?"

"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.

he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.

the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.

he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.

after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.

what's going on? i don't know what i did?

he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.

you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."

"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."

he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.

"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."

this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.

"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"

he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"

the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?

"so you did think i was clingy, right?"

with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."

you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.

"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."

kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.

you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."

"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.

"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."

"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."

kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.

"you're so sappy," you reply.

"oh shut up."

you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"

"okay, kei."

the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.

suna rintaro

you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.

"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.

"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"

"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."

"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."

your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.

after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.

suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.

in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.

as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.

he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.

you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.

you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.

your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?

suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.

he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.

a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.

"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.

"hey."

your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.

in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.

"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.

"sure."

your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!

that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.

he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?

but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:

suna: r u here?

suna: i don't see u in the stands.

it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.

the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.

he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.

suna: can you please answer?

suna: or call me? please?

suna: fuck y/n

suna: r u ok?

with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.

you're seeing all of his messages.

you've seen all of them.

and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.

you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.

you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.

he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.

"so where were you today?" he begins.

"at home."

his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"

you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"

his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.

"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."

suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.

"listen, i-"

"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"

"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."

you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?

all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.

"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."

he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.

"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."

"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."

tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.

"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.

"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.

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liquidcatt · 23 days

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Even though he’s spent years being a professional volleyball player, his hands were oh so gentle. From the way he held you close while sleeping, to the way he softly cupped your face, wiping away your tears, to the way he held your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. He makes it better by kissing them to show you how much love he has for you. And you wouldn’t have it any other way

Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kageyama, Atsumu, Suna, Kiyoomi, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi (+ your fav)

#hinata x reader #bokuto x reader #ushijima x reader #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #kiyoomi x reader #oikawa x reader #tsukishima x reader #hoshiumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu #my writing

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215-luv · 8 months

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AKAASHI & TSUKISHIMA WHEN YOU’RE IN AN UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATION

(tw: cursing, attempted assault)

AKAASHI

it was really unexpected of him to act this way—not when everyone sees him as a composed person especially with the way he handles the volleyball team’s team captain, bokuto kotaro. so, when people saw the way his calm demeanor drops the moment his eyes take sight of some third year dude being handsy with you, it’s over.

keiji was in the middle of volleyball practice with the team and as usual, you were there to watch him from afar. your peace, however, was interrupted when a senior who you were kind of familiar with approaches you out of the blue. you recognized him as the student council president, however, you couldn’t recall his name. since you were the only person in the gym who seemed approachable, he asked about the coach and told you he was practically there to talk to the team captain about some collaboration for all clubs in the school. since almost everyone in the school knows that you frequently visit the gym, he knew you were someone who was familiar with the ropes of the team, so he initiated a conversation with you.

to be honest, the whole interaction with him didn’t stain you with a bad feeling at all. he was actually really polite and didn’t show any ulterior move towards you. soon enough, the initial topic of the conversation regarding the clubs slipped away as it turned to a talk about your similar interests. he was an easy going guy, and he introduces himself to you with his name, kento, and to your surprise he already knew yours before you could introduce yourself.

too basked in your conversation with the council president, the both of you seem to didn’t get a hold of the time. you were pulled out of your conversation when you hear the cheers of the team, signaling the end of practice, and you were oblivious to the unusual look your boyfriend has been giving you from across the court.

and, well, it seems the team has noticed the distant look on keiji’s face as he eyes the seemingly fun interaction you’re currently having with kento. he swears it’s been like that the whole duration of the practice—but it’s not like he’s jealous about it, of course. there’s no way he’ll act irrationally about some little conversation you’re having with the student council president. he might have approached you about something related to school, of course, he wouldn’t think of any other reason why kento would approach you other than that. but why are the two of you laughing so much? why are you smiling so brightly? oh dear god, this is driving him crazy. the gears on his brain were rapidly functioning with a feeling of discomfort in him that he couldn’t fathom why he’s feeling that way. his overthinking was eating him alive and he so desperately wanted to push it all away because he feels like he doesn’t have any reason to feel uncomfortable at all.

“isn’t that yamazaki kento? the student council president?” keiji hears konoha murmur to komi, who was nodding in response, eyes suspiciously eyeing the boy you were still talking with.

bokuto’s eyes practically widens, “yamazaki kento? so his last name is yamazaki? i swear i heard him introducing himself by his first name to keiji’s s/o a while ago.”

what?

keiji didn’t hear that right, did he?

“huh? they’re that close already?”

no, what the fuck—because why is keiji feeling this way? why does he feel his stomach churning in discomfort. he shouldn’t feel this way at all. you were simply talking to someone, let alone making new friends. he didn’t want to make you feel like he’s stopping you from doing so simply because he’s getting a bad feeling about all of this.

the side glances and stares from the team doesn’t make things much better for keiji. his mind is full of endless thoughts, but the blank look on his face tells another story.

he tries to keep his composure, he swears. he’s calm, he promises. he’s okay, you’re okay. he trusts this yamazaki kento, he’s the student council president for pete’s sake.

everything felt so odd for keiji that he could barely register his feelings or how he should feel about the situation. from the look of his teammates, however, this was a bad thing. and honestly, he already knew it was from the beginning.

“well..” bokuto trails off, eyes pointing towards you and yamazaki kento with a frown, “not sure what to feel about that, but it looks like they’re having fun so i guess there’s no harm in that.”

konoha snorts, “psh, yeah, too much fun.”

“konoha, shut the fuck up.”

yeah, konoha, shut the fuck up. keiji practically screams in his mind—an unusual thing of him to do. a bitter taste lingers in his mouth as he glares at the wing spiker.

moments of awkward silence passes, as if the team is waiting for any reaction from the setter. and finally, keiji sighs, thinking that he should put an end to this conversation before things get worse.

“i have no idea why all of you are making unnecessary comments about this. it’s really nothing to make a fuss about, honestly.” he says, eyeing the team with a cold gaze that greatly hides the uneasiness he’s feeling deep inside.

“gee, he’s a good actor” komi murmurs next to konoha with an amusing look. bokuto hears it and hardly nudges his torso in panic.

bokuto clears his throat with a dry laugh, “well, yamazaki kento is an honorable council president, after all! it’s no doubt he’s talking to your dear s/o because of their amazing and outstanding role in this school—“

“yeah, well, you might want to think about that again,” konoha cuts him off with a cough, lowly pointing a thumb at the other end of the court where you’re located at. everyone swiftly turns their head towards that direction.

and as if keiji is met with his worst nightmare, to his horror, he sees the so-called honorable student council president subtly holding your arm, his body stepping closer towards you—as if the distance between you isn’t enough.

okay, what the hell? keiji is damn sure that you and this guy just met, so why is he being so touchy with you? why is he letting you call him by his first name? is he that dense? is his head okay? doesn’t he know that your boyfriend is literally standing a few distances away, eyeing him with a glare?

and there, keiji sees it. he swears it’s his breaking point.

you took a step back, trying to put some distance between you and yamazaki kento.

but then this prick takes a step forward, knowing damn well you’re trying to distance yourself from him.

there it is. keiji notices, you’re uncomfortable. your body language says it all. now, the endless thoughts in his mind is replaced with pure anger.

keiji’s pissed.

“okay, what the fuck?” bokuto comments, “first, he’s on first name basis with akaashi’s s/o, now, he’s being all handsy wi—wait, akaashi, where are you go—oh, shit. holy shit! it’s happening. he’s pissed alright. konoha, go get your damn camera!”

from the other side of the court, resided you and yamazaki kento.

you swore things were going well. you and the guy had a lot of things to agree on. but why is he suddenly being all handsy with you? what’s the purpose of him holding your arm as if he’s known you for years? you just met him! hell, you didn’t even know who he was before he introduced himself.

also, it was so weird of him to know your name beforehand. the feeling of ease has been eaten away by anxiety as you did your best to kindly give yamazaki the hint of your discomfort.

your lips forms into an uneasy smile, “u-uhm, would it be alright for you to move away a bit? we’re too—“

“too close?” yamazaki kento continues with a smirk plastered on his face and your stomach churns.

the guy now raises both his hands, subtly holding the sides of your arms while he eyes you intensely and you panic.

your breathing turns uneven, “w-what are you do—“

as if the air was knocked out of your lungs, an arm aggressively pushes the guy away from you, creating as much distance between you two. the air suddenly feels lighter—all the more when you see your boyfriend standing infront of you, his warm hands replacing themselves on the sides of your arms. his hold on you was much more gentle, more comforting and warm. you never felt so relieved your whole life.

“keiji,” you breathed out with a relieved look on your face. and keiji was quick to pull you in his arms to an embrace, not giving a damn about the student council president on the floor from the impact of his push.

“it’s okay,” he whispers, his lips lingering on your forehead, “you’re okay. i’m here. you’re safe with me, darling.”

thank god keiji’s intuition was always right.

TSUKISHIMA

kei is always one who has a lot of things to say—most especially the mean things. it’s simply who he is and he doesn’t give a damn if he attracts a lot of enemies because of that trait of his. when it comes to you however, he doesn’t seem to get himself to act mean towards you—his significant other. he’s head over heels for you, it’s a fact. and it’s sure as hell that the whole school knows about that. the infamous, cold-hearted guy falls inlove with a down to earth, kind person. how cliché—but it’s cute, isn’t it?

it was training camp, and karasuno, along with other teams from different regions in japan were present. you were one of the people who volunteered to help with the team since this year’s training camp would involve more schools to join, therefore they needed the help.

and so, as the kind person you are, you willingly joined the team for their training camp. plus, you would be able to see kei more. the idea of traveling afar and meeting a lot of people gave you the feeling of excitement—the complete opposite of your boyfriend, who thought of everyone else but you a nuisance.

you barely were able to recover from shock when you’ve arrived at the destination. the gym was huge, filled with so many faces that some you were familiar with, but most of them you don’t recognize at all. kiyoko was snickering at the shocked look you and yachi had while some of karasuno had their jaws on the floor.

you were too busy gaping at the huge gym in awe that you weren’t able to register a tall presence approaching you. his fingers raises to flick your forehead with a tiny sound—the action nearly scaring the wits out of you.

you tilt your chin up to meet eyes with your boyfriend. you give him a glare and he replies with a tiny smirk.

“are you surprised?” he asks you, his tone giving off the vibe that he’s teasing you.

you huffed, “of course i am, kei. it’s my first time after all.”

“well, you’re going to be met with even more surprises the longer you stay.” your boyfriend says, raising a hand to place it at the top of your head, “good luck with that.”

“yeah, sure. thank you for your concern, kei.”

you have your regrets.

a day has passed and you realized you wanted to take back your insincerity when you thanked him for wishing you a good luck.

“what’s a ‘lil mouse like doin’ you here? are ya lost?”

fuck. scratch all that, you needed to escape. now.

it’s a funny situation, really. kiyoko has instructed you to fill up the team’s water bottles. and you’ve successfully done so, your mission was done. everything was going so well. you thought you wouldn’t come across any problem along the way because you were just simply told to fill the bottles with water.

however, as you were on your way back, you bumped into an unfamiliar face—a tall guy who you assume to be one of the players from some school based on the shirt he’s wearing.

you apologized for bumping into him, and the basket filled with bottles that you were holding were so heavy you wanted to rush back to the gym as much as possible.

the guy, on the other hand, had other plans.

as soon as you were about to walk past by him, he raises his arm to block your away, and your head swiftly faces him in surprise. suddenly, the basket on your grip feels heavier.

you gulp, “y-yes?”

“what’s a ‘lil mouse like doin’ you here? are ya lost?” the guy smirks, eyes moving up and down your body. suddenly, you feel sick in the stomach.

you try your best to get out of here as soon as possible, making sure not to offend the guy because god, he looked like he could do something to you any second.

you released a forced laugh, “haha, just doing some duties for the team. i have to go now—“

“hol’ up. why are ya leavin’ so soon, darlin’?” the guy now blocks your way with his whole body, his tall figure blocking the light from you as you’re covered with his shadow. you wanted to cry, why is he being so persistent? you should have asked kiyoko or yachi to come with you.

you sure are met with a surprise. kei was absolutely right and you’re surely damned. dear god, where’s kei when you need him?

“where are they?”

kei agitatedly questions the team managers as soon as the team gets back to the bench after ending another match. it has been nearly twenty minutes and you haven’t returned—which worried kei although he tried his best not to cause a huge fuss about it.

“i asked them to fill the bottles for the team,” kiyoko answers, “however, i’m not sure what’s taking them so long. i’m starting to get worried.”

kei immediately furrows his eyebrows, “they went there alone? you mean to say no one accompanied them?”

fuck, he’s mad. the whole team screams in their heads. they all inwardly panic. all of them stood there stiff while glancing at one another, unable to say anything as it might fuel the anger inside kei even more.

yachi shudders, “w-what if—“

“don’t.” kei glares at her, stopping her from whatever she’s about to say because he’s sure it would only make the discomfort he’s feeling even worse. poor yachi squeaks at the glare he sent her, but he couldn’t care—not when you’re taking too long to go back. he swears his heart begins to beat rapidly every second he doesn’t see you.

“tsukishima..” sugawara tries to console him, he had an uneasy look on his face while slowly approaching the middle blocker.

“we’ll find them right now, we don’t have any matches lef—ah, and there he goes,” suga trails off, watching as the blonde walks out of the gym without a word to find you.

“no need to tell him what to do, i guess.”

the rest of the team then decides to split up to find you, hoping that you’re safe and sound.

back to where you were, near the area of where the water fountain was—you still stood there frozen, holding the heavy basket of water bottles.

the guy who’s practically towering over you lowers himself so he could get a better glimpse of you—the action making you take an immediate step backward as the close distance between you two made you uncomfortable. you gulped, refusing to look at him in the eye. he was so close that you could feel the sensation of his warm breath, making you feel nauseous.

“pretty bird.” the guy chuckles.

from the corner of your eye, you could see his hand raising itself to the side of your head. you flinch when his fingers were close to hover themselves over your hair strands.

and then, in a swift motion, a hand grabs the guy’s wrist, halting him from touching you. you jump in surprise.

“wh—“

“touch even a strand of their hair, and i’ll make sure you won’t have the hands to do so.”

that voice. your eyes widens, the uneasiness in your stomach dissipating as soon as you see your boyfriend standing close next to you.

kei quickly squeezes himself between you and the guy so he’s blocking sight of you from the weirdo. he grabs hold of your hand from behind, giving it a tight squeeze in assurance—then he takes the heavy basket from your grip. you couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. you were practically shaking, and you hadn’t realized that until kei came to the rescue.

“you’re here.” you whisper quietly under your breath, only for your boyfriend to hear, “thank you, kei.”

once again, you feel your boyfriend squeezing your hand, the action giving you the right amount of warmth and comfort. despite his gentle advancements towards you, it was evident that he’s practically fuming.

kei was overflowing with anger.

the veins on the side of his neck were popping and evident. his eyes were narrowed and his lips were turned to a tight frown.

“so?” kei looks at the guy infront of him, his golden eyes piercing and cold, “do we have a deal?”

and just like that, the guy walks away with a huff.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu comfort #akaashi fluff #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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w-a-t-e-r-m-e-l-o-n-e · 9 months

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haikyuu random texts

featuring: miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, and sakusa kiyoomi

warnings: sfw, alcohol, kinda weird

haikyuu x g/n reader

a/n: random messages I found in my drafts so be warned

masterlist

thank you for reading <3

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rintoons · 9 months

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Heeello, idk if u take requests but i hope u do!!

i want a tsukishima kei × fem!reader, i want his reaction on the reader hugging him suddenly without saying anything and the reader doesn't pull away from the hug (aka gives him a long hug)[It’s like the reader wants a “healing hug” bc she’s going through something so she needs a hug]

How will tsukki react and how will he comfort her?

Please NO TIMESKIP

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

✩★✩ a/n: yes!! i've never done a request before so please bear with me, but I had a lot of fun writing this and hope this lived up to your expectations!

p.s. it was not supposed to be this long, but i'm a fiend for context and backstory—and i may have gotten a little carried away, so... sorry lol

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗨𝗚 ★

wc: 1.7k

you and tsukishima were undeniably academic rivals. it was nothing too serious, but there was definitely some gloating and teasing in your relationship.

you guys spent the first year of high school competing against each other, trying to see who could get the higher test score or answer the most in-class questions correctly. even though you two didn’t talk much outside of school, you had personally grown fond of whatever relationship it was that you and he developed over the year.

of course, you knew that feeling was one-sided because tsukishima was exactly the kind of person to take the whole “rivalry” thing very seriously. to him, his pride was on the line. plus, the tsukishima kei would never deign to see you as anything more than a step on his climb to the top. to him, you were just competition.

for you, on the other hand, his opposition was just motivation to excel in school and be petty towards him. to boot, it was an acceptable distraction from all the shit you had to deal with at home—when the school day was over, and you had to go back to your parents who could never seem to stop arguing long enough to realize you existed.

after starting your second year and being upgraded to class 2-5, only to find tsukishima there again, you could feel yourself getting more serious about it. the more your home situation got worse, the more incentive you had to take it out on schoolwork—and tsukishima.

some days you'd be so cold to him that he could do nothing more than just stare at your retreating figure as he desperately tried to shove away the voice inside his head telling him to go after you. telling him that you didn't mean the harsh words you just spit out and that you actually want him around. his mind was in a constant tug of war, his resolve on one side and that stupid little voice on the other. nine times out of ten, his resolve won. until it didn't.

you had been unusually quiet all day; super distant and spaced out. on a usual bad day, you'd take out all your frustrations on your schoolwork, finishing the work in half the amount of time you were supposed to take before tackling the homework for that day and several other things. but when you walked into class that day, tsukishima knew it wasn't just a 'usual bad day.'

you had your head down on your desk the entire class, your closed eyes painting the entire world black. you didn't even bother looking at the work for that day, let alone doing it. you even ignored all the weird stares and the few people that tried asking if you were okay.

and when the lunch bell rang, you immediately walked out of class, leaving everything behind.

that was the day that the little voice in tsukishima's voice won the tug of war.

he glanced over at your desk and sighed, mentally slapping himself for what he was about to do next.

he walked over and picked up your bookbag and lunchbox before going on a manhunt for you all around school. he searched like a madman, asking everybody he knew if they'd seen you. it wasn't until the last few minutes of lunch that he finally found you on the roof of the auditorium.

tsukishima let the heavy iron doors close shut behind him while he approached you slowly. he could only see your back, your uniform skirt swaying in the chilly fall breeze as you perked up at the sound and tucked your head between your shoulders. he watched you raptly. you were shivering.

"yn?" his voice carried through the howling wind and the darkening clouds up ahead.

your breath left you sharply at the sound of the familiar voice. against your better judgment, you turned around to find tsukishima standing before you. he made sure to stay several feet away, just to give you space.

you swallowed down the tears even after seeing him with all your stuff, an uncharacteristically concerned look on his face. even after seeing the way his hair stuck to his forehead and his chest rose and fell with the effort of breathing after running up at least six flights of stairs—you kept it all together.

until the forbidden words came out: “are you okay?”

you stared at him with trembling lips, realizing only then that tsukishima was the only person who ever actually saw you. you always thought you were going crazy when you noticed him easing up his teasing the tiniest bit on the days he could tell that you were holding on by a single thread. or when you could feel his stare from across the classroom, trying to fight off the goosebumps that his calculating gaze brought to your skin.

but even after realizing that, you still tried to push him away, scrunching up your face and biting out a brusque "what do you care?"

tsukishima sighed, giving in to the urge to roll his eyes. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't, yn."

you clenched your jaw at his words, your resolve crumbling down on you like an avalanche.

before you knew it, your legs were moving on their own, closing the distance between you and the boy in front of you in a matter of seconds. it all happened so fast, he didn't even see it coming. when you crashed into his broad chest and your arms wrapped themselves around his waist, tsukishima stopped breathing.

he froze in place, his body tensing and his limbs seizing with the shock of your warm body suddenly colliding with his. he stood there uncomfortably, still with your lunchbox in one hand and your bag in the other. tsukishima didn’t know what to do—didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know the first thing about comforting a person, but when the sound of your soft sniffles reached his ears, his entire wall came crashing down.

he acted on instinct.

dropping both bags, he hesitantly brought a single arm around your shoulders. at first, it was just an awkward pat on your back; but upon noticing the way you cried even harder at his reciprocation, he slid his hand lower, letting it settle onto the small of your back.

the best he could do was pull you closer to him and wrap his other arm around you, his hand moving to caress the back of your head gently. tsukishima didn’t move a single step until you pulled away first, rather abruptly as if you came to your senses and realized what you were doing.

you let out a shaky breath, cringing, “i—im sorry, i didn’t mean—“

"don’t say you didn’t mean to do it," he cut you off, donning a slightly pained expression.

before you could even say anything else, tsukishima took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. it was cold, and like the dumbass you are, (his words) you didn’t have one on. of course, he made sure to let you know that, scolding you for being careless and putting yourself at risk of catching a cold. and for not eating properly and not confiding in anybody about your problems. it was as if you didn't just have your face buried in his neck, staining his porcelain skin with your tears.

you let yourself crack a smile, feeling the tension in your shoulders, neck, and back slowly ease its way out of your body at his nagging. you tugged his warm jacket closer, leaving him there to go and take a seat with your back against the railing.

you only had to look up at him for him to get the message; without a word, tsukishima came and sat beside you. he didn't ask any questions, didn't badger you for answers, or tease you for being vulnerable like you thought he would. maybe he would use this against you later, but the most you could do was savor the moment.

so you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his shoulder. as expected, he tensed up from the action, so much so that you had to shuffle a little closer to whisper in his ear. “relax, i don’t bite.”

not only did he loosen up, but he even dared to let out a small chuckle at your words.

after sitting on the roof for a while and watching the newly transformed orange and red cherry blossom petals flake from the trees, tsukishima offered—though he didn’t give you much of a choice—to walk you home.

after a humble round of "you don't have to"—"but i want to," you finally accepted his offer. the two of you ended up skipping the rest of the school day together, which was the last thing you ever expected to be doing considering the way you feel both about your grades and tsukishima.

as if things couldn't get any weirder, tsukishima took you to a convenience store on the way to your house, insisting that you get whatever you need. he ended up buying you a drink and new, “more tasty than whatever shit you had in your lunchbox” food to eat. he even sat you down at one of the tables outside the store and forced you to eat right then and there because he didn't trust that you would do it when you got home like you kept promising you would.

he was a surprisingly funny guy, making jokes the entire way home. while his dry humor wasn't for everyone, it made you laugh and forget about your crappy day. as you were walking up to your house, you kept trying to give him his jacket back but to no avail because the bastard kept telling you to keep it and not rush it back to him.

“wow. the great tsukki kei is actually a great big softy.”

“shut up, no i’m not,” he scowled. “and don’t call me that!”

when he finally got you home and bid you goodnight, you did something else that shocked you.

you leaned up on your tippy toes and kissed tsukishima (on the cheek). you thanked him for everything before running into your house and locking the door behind you, not even waiting to see his reaction.

your rival stood in front of the gate to your house, dumbfounded, and confused, yet blushing furiously and grinning like an idiot because he simply couldn't help it. on the other side of the door, your were grinning too despite your racing heart.

#rintoons #tsukishima kei #haikyuu!!#tsukishima x reader #hq #haikyuu #i love him sm #tsukishima #tsukki #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu fluff #hurt/comfort #thank u for this request!#muah <3 #academic rivals #academic rivals to lovers #rivals to lovers

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kentolove · 2 years

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Tymps

kinda badboy!tsukishima kei x reader

summary: He is strawberries and oranges and cigarettes. A man you will never understand, a man who is forever yours.

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So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans?

— Fiona Apple, “Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)”

The first time you meet Tsukishima Kei, he’s carrying a large speaker in his hands. He struggles to ludge the piece of equipment into his small apartment door, and you can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“Are you going to be making a lot of noise?” Are the first words you say to him.

He supposes it’s justified, since he’s your new neighbor that moved in two weeks prior. You hadn’t interacted with him at all, and the idea of a new, crazy-loud neighbor didn’t make you all that happy.

“Depends.” Is what he chooses to respond with, and you roll your eyes.

“On?”

“The genre of music I chose to listen to that night.”

He sounds pretentious. He is pretentious, and it looks like he knows it as well.

“I have a kitten next door. Don’t make too much noise or I’ll call the landlord.”

You realize that you’re being a bit harsher than you need to be, considering that he just moved in and has no knowledge of your animal adoption habits. You can’t find it in yourself to care.

“You have a cat?” You nod your head and he seems to ignore your snarkiness, “what’s its name?”

“Kitty.”

He stares at you for a minute.

“Cute name,” he almost scoffs, the sound a lot raspier than his normal tone.

“I don’t need your sarcasm,” you deadpan, and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not being sarcastic at all, sweetheart,” he smirks. “I’ll try to be quiet,” he begins to walk back into his apartment, the loudspeaker still struggling against the door frame. “For Kitty’s sake, not yours,” he adds, tilting his head and giving you a smile.

It’s practically an insult, but you let it fly over your head.

The next time you meet Tsukishima, he is sat on your apartment rooftop, smoking a cigarette.

“Smoking is bad for you,” you unnecessarily comment as you walk past him.

He turns around and is met with your back. He lets out a raspy scoff.

“Why would you care about what’s good or bad for me?” He stands up from his previous position, following you to the edge of the rooftop. He stands beside you and watches as you eye the horizon in front of you.

The night sky is mesmerizing. In the dim night sky, you can hardly see the smog that usually clouds the Tokyo night sky. Your apartment is the farthest thing from beautiful and pristine, but the balcony night sky makes up from the shabbiness of it all.

“I don’t care,” you turn to him, “it was just a simple comment.”

“Hm.”

He moves down to sit beside you. You can smell the tobacco emanating from him, along with the sweet scent of vanilla. You hate that he’s able to captivate you with his scent alone.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He breaks the silence with that husky tone of his.

“I like the moonlight,” you begin, “it’s calming.”

He nods his head as if he understands.

“I like to smoke,” his voice is almost a whisper, “it’s calming.”

A laugh escapes you. It’s not very loud—a hushed giggle—but Tsukishima finds himself smiling at the sight of it. Your eyes crinkle when you laugh. Small wrinkles form at the sides of your mouth and your shoulders move up. It’s cute, he thinks. All your little habits are endearing.

“Why are you smoking from up here?” You suddenly ask, head turning to look at him. You find his eyes already on you, looking at you with strong eyes that you can’t decipher.

“My roommate hates it when I smoke in there.”

“Maybe you should quit,” you stare at him some more. You notice the frown lines that seem to be permanently marked on his face. The marks somehow make him all the more alluring. “For him.”

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it out with the concrete beside him. His hand moves to rest on top of yours.

“Sure.” You don’t move your hand away. His palm engulfs yours, and you feel his warmth radiate onto you. “For him.”

“Why are your clothes bloody?” Among the times that you have spoken to Tsukishima, today is the first time that he has initiated conversation.

“Ah,” you begin, staring at the bloody bright pink shirt you were holding. It does look oddly incriminating and dangerous, considering that it’s 2 AM and you’re the only two in the laundry room. “My cat got into a fight with one of the strays. She lost and bled—I was treating her wounds.”

“You’re not taking her to the vet?” He gives you a look that questions your true competence as a cat owner. You hate it.

“It’s 2 AM.”

He nods, remembering that the woeful hours of the night are still young. No veterinary clinic would be open at this time, and he briefly glances at you and offers a small smile (it was less of a smile and more of his lips pursed together in a straight line, but you’ll take what you can get). It’s his way of apologizing for judging you.

You ignore his apology. The task of getting sticky cat blood off your favorite pajama shirt is a lot more important than the remorseful actions of your neighbor.

Ignoring Tsukishima is a lot harder than you thought it would ever be, considering the fact that he is boring holes into your skull. He watches your every move—from the way you throw the laundry into the washing machine, to the way you fidget and pick at your fingernails to avoid his stares. You don’t like feeling small, and Tsukishima most definitely does make you feel small.

“How’s recovery going?” You ask. It’s a feeble attempt to get his eyes off you and his mind somewhere else.

“Recovery,” he says—nice and slow—as if he’s talking to a child.

“You said you’d quit smoking cigs when we were on the rooftop.”

“Ah,” he pauses, thinking, “It’s going good. Haven’t smoked since.”

You know he’s lying, since the smell of tobacco is practically bouncing off him. You smelt it the moment you walked through the door, as if he smoked an entire pack in ten minutes.

“Is lying a hobby of yours?” You try to joke, and you realize that it’s the first time you’ve ever humored him. There are a lot of first times with Tsukishima Kei.

“Do I owe you honesty?” He tilts his head at you, “we’ve only had two conversations with each other.”

Three conversations, you yearn to correct, but you keep your mouth shut. Now is not the time to be a know-it-all and to show Tsukishima that you are potentially fascinated by him.

“I think you owe everyone honesty?” The phrase comes out a lot weaker than you intended it to, and you begin to grow a small hate for Tsukishima’s inspecting eyes.

“That’s subjective,” he responds, reaching into his pocket to grab his pack of cigarettes. You cringe.

“Pretty much everything is subjective,” you walk over to him, grabbing the cigarette from his lips before he could light it. “Can’t you read? It’s a no-smoking zone here.” You use the stick to point at the large warning sign.

“There are no smoke detectors in here,” he grabs your wrist, using your hand to direct the cigarette back into his mouth.

You’re nervous. Your index and middle finger practically rest on his lips, and his eyes hold a look that you’ve never quite seen before. It almost resembles the gaze he gave you that night at the rooftop.

“Wanna light it for me?” He pulls out a bright orange lighter, using the hand that isn’t holding your wrist to wiggle the lighter in front of your eyes.

“What if we get caught?” Your actions betray your words; you’re grabbing the lighter from his hands and lighting his cigarette for him.

“Then I’d be in trouble. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

You suppose he’s right. But your conscience still eats you alive.

With your hand still resting on his lips, Tsukishima inhales. His eyes are boring into you as he does so, as if he’s sending you an invitation. An invitation to what? You wouldn’t know. But with those eyes, you would say yes no matter the request.

Before he makes his big exhale, he moves away from you. To not blow the smoke in your face, you assume. You watch as the cloud of white fog leaves his lips, and you feel his skin on you again. It lingers on your fingertips, as if the rough pads of your fingers still lay on his plush lips.

You then feel his fingertips on your skin, those rough, calloused hands, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you close to him. Your face lays gently in his hands, cheeks squished in the pads of his fingers.

“You’re cute,” he says, smiling softly at you. You make no attempt to move out of his grasp, you watch and watch as he smiles at you.

“I should get going,” he suddenly interrupts, as he moves to stand beside you.

“Yeah,” you breathlessly respond.

Before you can do anything, you feel his palm on yours. It’s the same electrifying feeling from that starry night, but intensified. This time, your hands are interlocked. His thumb runs over your skin, memorizing you and caressing you.

You like it. You might like him.

Tsukishima Kei has a way with words. You learn this the fourth time you meet him, in the middle of a busy coffee shop.

“Hi.”

He sits directly in front of you, his arms crossed on the table and his eyebrows raised. He’s been there for almost 5 minutes now, and you refuse to acknowledge him. Tsukishima, his surprising loudmouth, and the pungent smell of cigarettes will not distract you from work.

“This is my third time saying hi, [Name]. Say hi back.”

You have no choice but to respond. Tsukishima glares at you with an eye so sharp, you almost cower away.

“Hi, Tsukishima,” you say, dropping your pen on top of your notebook. “Any reason why you decided to sit across from me when there’s, like, seven free tables in this café?”

He chooses not to speak, but to let his actions do all the talking for him.

“Actions” comes in the form of a pack of opened cigarettes pushed towards your side of the table. He uses his head to gesture towards the small box, a challenge, “open it.”

“It’s empty,” you stupidly remark, unable to process exactly what he’s asking of you.

He has to stop himself from smiling at your face, curiosity and confusion embedding themselves into your facial expressions. (You’re just so fucking cute.)

“That’s the point, doll,” he smiles at you, reaching into his pocket to grab two items: a lollipop and a toothpick. “I’m quitting.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I want you instead.”

You nearly choke on air, eyes doubling in size and jaw dropping to the floor.

“What on earth are you talking about?” You manage to squeak out, in the midst of your disbelief.

His eyes only bleed of honesty, the teasing and snarky glint that resides in his iris no longer there. “I meant what I said. I like you. And you don’t like my cigarettes, so I’m trading them out for you.”

“You couldn’t have told me this before?”

He smirks, the familiar turn on his lips that you’re accustomed to, “doesn’t really make a difference. You think of me just as much as I do you.”

You open your mouth to shut him down, but the words fall short. He’s right. You’ve spent numerous nights thinking of him. Of his hands on yours, your lips on his, and his hands on your cheek. Tsukishima Kei is both the angel and the demon that lives in your dreams.

“But,” you begin, “you can’t quit so easily?”

“I know,” he grabs the lollipop and toothpick off the table, bringing them slightly closer to your face. “I’ll just suck on one of these whenever I feel like smoking. Or chew on the toothpick.”

You laugh, “where’d you learn that one from?”

“Google‘s a genius.”

You smile, even bigger than before, and Tsukishima’s heart nearly bursts.

Tsukishima’s too damn attached.

He’s grown used to you, your scent, your skin on his, your laugh. The way you scold him for the smallest things, and the way you keep him going.

Yamaguchi likes to remind him that you’re not together. He’s not officially yours, so his very boyfriend-esque actions could be misinterpreted. He likes to keep you close, hold your hand when you walk together, and he stares at you with this look whenever you speak. It’s all too domestic and familiar and you’re not sure what to do.

And his actions worsen as the days go by.

“Where’s Kitty?” He asks, walking into your small apartment. You gave him a key long ago, stating that it would be much more convenient considering the amount of time he spends in your apartment.

“With me!” He hears your voice, moving towards the direction of your bedroom.

There’s evidence of him in your house. An extra pair of slippers, an extra green toothbrush in your bathroom, and a small bowl on your coffee table where you keep his lollipops. It’s an arrangement of all different types of sweets, from banana flavored treats to the sweet taste of strawberry candy.

(“Who the fuck likes banana candy, anyways?” He scoffs, watching as you pour the newly bought bag of candy into a glass bowl.

“I do,” you answer quietly, a defeated look on your face. “That’s why I bought it.”

His eyes widen, hand quickly moving to grab the banana sweet. He pops it into his mouth, eyes cringing, and he begrudgingly speaks, “tastes great, baby.”)

He finds you on the floor, rolling around and laughing at your small kitten. He doesn’t quite see your face, but he can only imagine the beautiful grin on your face.

Kneeling down beside you, he puts a firm hand on your back. “Hey, Angel.”

“Hey! I thought you were out with your friends?”

“I was. But I missed you so I ditched.”

He moves over to lay on the ground, eye-level with you. You’re smiling at him, moving closer to his body, ready to lay on his chest and ask about his day.

But you jolt up before he can pull you close.

“Did you smoke?”

His head turns to the side, “what?”

“You smell like cigarettes. It’s gross.” You’re mad at him, Tsukishima knows that, but he can’t help but coo at how adorable you look. Your eyebrows are furrowed and your scowl is so damn deep and he is in love.

“Ah,” he laughs softly, “it wasn’t me. Kyōtani smoked like a pack while we were out.”

“How am I supposed to know you’re not lying?”

He rolls his eyes. You’re so damn stubborn and you never listen.

“I told you that all I want is you.” He pulls you into him, holding you close on his lap. You’re eye-to-eye, and you see the honesty in them. Tsukishima does not lie. Not to you.

“I started eating these fucking lollipops knowing damn well that they’ll rot my teeth. I did that all because I like you and want you to like me back.”

He grabs you by the collar of your sweater (that’s really his) and brings your forehead to his. His look is intense and runs shivers down your spine.

“So don’t act stupid. I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about that, anyways.”

You believe him. You do. He’s never given you a reason to doubt him, always putting you first and letting you know what’s on his mind.

But you’re nothing if not an instigator, and you like to torment him.

“Prove it.”

He inhales at your words, closing his eyes softly. “You’re playing with fire, doll.”

“I don’t care.”

Another roll of his eyes, and his lips are on yours. He tastes of oranges, a thrilling taste that lures you further into him. You’re shy, despite your prior confidence, for Tsukishima Kei kisses you with a flame so hot it shakes you to your core. You burn and melt into him, accepting the taste of him—the sweet and sour mixture that is him.

“Fuck,” he’s the first to pull away, his head on your chest. He’s heaving, searching for air, and so are you. You’re shaken by his lips, his ability to make you succumb to him, that you almost forget how to breathe.

“You taste so good,” he speaks, voice hoarse and far.

“S-so do you,” you’re quiet, shy as you lift his head off your chest. Your hand lays gingerly on his chin, watching as he looks at you with all the stars in the sky.

“Kiss me again?” You ask, softly and slowly.

He kisses your nose, then the side of your jaw, leaving small traces of him wherever he goes.

“Anything for you.”

Your lover tastes of oranges, the sweetest taste on your tongue.

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comfortyart · 10 months

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Peaceful evenings 💕🌃

#bdiskdh #I had a really horrible day and this sorta just HAPPENED #my comfort trio #my boys #I adore them so dearly #precious ot3 #art tag #kagehina #tsukikagehina #tsukikage #tsukihina #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #haikyuu!!#ハイキュー #hinata shouyou

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lookingforlia · 1 year

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Tsukishima x reader

Genre : fluff , comfort .

Cuddling with tsukishima feels so nice , because he's tall his hands reach all the way around your back . And you can easily rest your head on his chest or shoulder. He's acts like he hates affection . But would whine if you pull away from his embrace because he secretly loves the way he can feel your soft heartbeat against his skin . There's something very intimate about that.

He wouldn't wanna admit it but he likes the softness of the moment and the comfort of being in each other's embrace. It makes him feel loved.

You kiss the tip of his nose before softly connecting your lips with his melting into a soft kiss . When you pull away you find his eyes darting away , anywhere except meeting yours.

You second-guess yourself before he nuzzles his nose in the skin of your neck burying his face in your skin .

"you good ?" You ask running your fingers through his soft hair .

"mhm" you feel him softly mumbling into your neck . Bathing into your scent. Still refusing to meet your eyes . "Gimme a second ." He says taking you aback for a second .

But then you take notice of the violent red color on his ears .

" Are you blushing tsuuki ? " You tease him . In response he tightens his arms around you mumbling a quiet "shut up ."

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k8luvsu · 10 days

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“i’m insecure of my laugh”

ft. Tsukishima Kei

f!reader x Tsukishima Kei

angst to fluff

author’s note: thought of this during class, yay!! anyway, i hope u enjoy, stay safe, xoxo ‼️🫶

It was another school day, just talking to your friends, when someone made you laugh— another classmate of yours scoffed and commented, “What kind of laugh is that?” , the others just laughed, telling the person to shut up and mind their own business, but you minded it. Your sound of laughter soon died down, now forced chuckles and smiles here and there. That really affected you, ruining your entire day, heck, maybe your entire week.

Days passed, you were nonchalant and dry. You still showed smiles but the laughs felt like a rare sound to hear now.

After classes, you went to one of the quiet parts of the school. You just needed.. time. Were they joking? Were they being serious? But in the end, it was stuck in your head the past few days, you were zoning out, just.. sitting there. Until you felt someone beside you, humming quietly. You slowly turned your head to see that it was none other but Tsukishima Kei.

“Jeez, Kei! At least say something when you’re here— wait, first of all, how did you know I was here?! Are you a stalker?!” You squealed in surprise, almost jumping from where you sat.

“One, I just had to grab the chance to spook you. Second, isn’t it obvious by now? You go here when you need to cool off or whatever. And lastly, no, can’t a guy know his girlfriend too well?..” He replied in a nonchalant way, but somehow there’s a hint of humor in there, like another one of your daily banters.

“Well… okay, yeah. Why are you here?” You frowned and glared at him, slightly chewing on your lip in nervousness.

“…To check on you…” He whispered quietly, “What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I came to check on you…” He mumbled, “What???”, you raised one of your eyebrows, “I came to check on you, dummy!” He finally said in a voice you can actually hear him.

“..O-oh. Oh.” You finally realized, you made a small smile, giggled a bit, almost laughed, but kept it in.

“Why?” He scoffed without looking at you, just looking in front of him to avoid eye contact, you replied, “Huh? What do you mean ‘Why?’, Kei?” You said in a confused tone.

“Why did you let that idiot’s words get to your head? About your laugh?” He grumbled. “Well.. I mean, it is weird, now that I realize, I don’t get why I laugh like—“ You explained before you get cut off by him, “Like an angel? Yeah, I don’t get it too, your laugh is so mesmerizing, it drives me insane.” He confessed with a blush, then you blushed as well. “P-Pardon? No, I think you misunderstood me—“, you quickly replied, “Yeah, yeah, I get it, your laugh’s like that. So what? It brightens up the whole room— brightens up my day. Everyone’s got a different laugh. Your laugh’s my favorite. My medicine.”

“I-I mean- well..” You look down, fiddling with your fingers as you bit and chew on your lower lip, “Look, I know I don’t say these a lot, but please, don’t let the words of pathetic people go to your head, they want to do nothing but make you insecure of yourself. Your laughs and smiles are so.. I don’t know, its like heavenly sounds ringing in my ears. You know? You’re divine. I love you.” He mumbles shyly, his cheeks heating up.

“Pfft-“ You giggle, stifling a laugh, then you laugh out loud, showing obvious comfort in his presence. “No way, did the Tsukishima Kei say that?!”, you laugh.

“There she is,”, he smiles, staring into your eyes as he basks in the divine beauty before his eyes.

the end </3!

#tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #hq tsukki #tsukki x reader #haikyuu tsukki #tsukkishima kei #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #insecure reader #insecure #comfort

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magma-frog0 · 1 year

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"Hey, don't cry." Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

Warning: Hurt/Comfort, crying, fluff. NON PROOFREAD

You were at Tsukishima's house, you begged him to help you study so you could pass the semester.

The material was difficult to understand, it didn't matter how many times he explained it you still didn't understand. You were starting to get overwhelmed, and Tsuki was getting annoyed. "Look, you're not going to learn this if you don't try," he said sternly, annoyance plastered on his face.

"I am trying-"

"No, you're not! Because if you did get it, you'd be done already!" He yells at you slamming your homework on the ground.

It was too much for you. You just wanted to leave, you hated being a burden, especially to those you care about. You got up and started stuffing you work into your bag; you felt your lip start to tremble and your eyes welling with tears.

"Where are you going? We haven't finished your homework yet," he says grabbing your wrist, so you don't leave.

"Home- I don't want to bother you," your voice shaky, as you refuse to face him. You sniffle as you feel hot tears fall on your cheeks.

He heard you sniff and knew that you were crying. His heart dropped when he realized he made you cry. "Hey, look at me," he said softly.

You turned around, your lip quivering as tears were spilling onto your face. He opened his arms to you, and you automatically fell into his embrace. You sobbed into his chest as he rubbed your back, your bag falling to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, don't cry, please," he said gently lifting your chin and wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I should've been more patient with you."

"I just got overwhelmed and I didn't know what to do," you said burying your face into his chest.

"I know I'm sorry, I should've given you a break," he said giving you a kiss on your head. You look up at him and he gives you kisses on your moist cheeks. "Do you feel better now?"

"Very," you smiled giving him a peck on the lips. "Can we try the homework again?"

"Yeah, if you want," he smiled. You give him a nod as you got the homework out again.

You sat in his lap as he explained the homework to you, helping you with it and if you got a question wrong, he pointed it out and helped you find the right answer.

#haikyuu!!#hurt/comfort #tsukishima x reader #hq tsukishima #fluff #angst #non proofread

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stars-tonight · 1 month

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rating haikyū!! characters based on how much I'd like to date them

slowly starting to realize that I'm the problem. . .

hinata shōyō: 5/10

I'm like 5'3 which is SHORTER than hinata so ig it could serve as an ego boost for him

no but how would we ever reach anything on the top shelf 😭

although I guess he could just jump for it??

very high-energy all the time and I honestly don't think I'd be able to keep up with him

kageyama tobio: 8/10

jeez idk on this one

we'd either get along really well or he'd hate my guts

like hey, you're socially awkward, I'm socially anxious

he's too good at volleyball and it'd make me feel inferior

if he's not motivated to learn English idk how this is gonna work

running around in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other 🥺

tsukishima kei: 8/10

I feel like hanging mirrors would be a big problem

he's a whole foot taller than me

I like the low energy vibes and the appreciation for music though

like imagine walks together where we share playlists with each other??

hopefully his saltiness and intelligence can rub off on me

nishinoya yū: 4.5/10

he's shorter than me help 😭

the top shelf would never get used

a little too energetic for me

although I would LOVE to learn the Rolling Thunder

he's kind of a wanderer and I think I’d prefer stability especially later in life

probably would not work out

sugawara kōshi: 8/10

baking dates??

I feel like he'd be so sweet and attentive as a partner

a bit of a troll which I need in my life

hopefully he doesn't lecture me cause I'm a sensitive little sh--

oikawa tōru: 10/10

I'll let myself be self-indulgent here because I love him too much

I just want to hug him and tell him he's worked hard and he's done so well

I have trouble with words but I feel like with him they'd just flow so easily

vulnerability is beautiful and I'd be so honored if he could be himself around me

amusement park dates!! I feel like he’d pretend to be all cool but shriek so loud when we get to the top

kozume kenma: 9/10

we're both extra introverted so I feel like we could just hang out in his room while he plays games and I read and be perfectly content

writing love notes and leaving them for each other throughout the house 🥺

hear me out, escape room dates??

but also how would either of us be able to get along in society

we'd stay up until 5 am together 😭

on second thought maybe we're a little TOO similar for a romantic relationship. . .

kuroo tetsurō: 8/10

also almost too tall

can he tutor me in chemistry 😭

I know he likes dogs but I’m dragging him with me to cat cafes

ushijima wakatoshi: 7.5/10

also really tall

I'm lowkey scared of him

I feel like he'd be a really traditional and calm partner, both qualities that I appreciate

I think he's like formal but also private when it comes to dates

I just feel like I'd always have to take the initiative and honestly I get really lazy and shouldn't be trusted to plan anything so maybe we just wouldn't end up going on any dates lmao

probably wouldn't work out if I'm gonna be honest

akaashi keiji: 10/10

this guy is boyfriend material

he can memorize all 37 of my weaknesses

I don’t think I have to explain why this guy would be great as a partner

book store dates!!

bokuto kōtarō: 5/10

also too energetic for me

bokuto deserves someone patient and cheerful and I am neither

I'm pretty stoic and have an RBF so if he's in emo mode idk how I'd be able to cheer him up

but I think life would never be boring with him around

miya atsumu: 7.5/10

I like atsumu well enough but I'm honestly super neutral about dating him

like I feel like it could work but there's also people I’d click with more

idk there's really no thoughts in my brain when I think about him in a romantic way

miya osamu: 7/10

I'm a REALLY picky eater so I could never go on food dates or help him with his restaurant

although he IS a little calmer than his brother

also like atsumu, someone that I never thought about dating

suna rintarō: 8.5/10

I think he’s a good height (in between ‘the high shelf would never be used’ and ‘the mirror is problematic’)

he's a phone addict, I'm a phone addict, we'd get along splendidly

I feel like a relationship with him would be pretty chill and lowkey

I don't do well with fancy and formal so that's perfect

late-night stargazing 🥺

kita shinsuke: 7/10

dude I'd be lowkey scared of him

he's just so productive?? and structured in his daily life

like I wish I was that organized but no I'll be staying up until 4 or 5 am on school nights just wasting my life away

I'm too much of a wreck for him

kita deserves better ☠️

sakusa kiyoomi 7.5/10

hmm

I'm a clean freak about some things but also horrendously messy about others so I don't even think he'd like me

isn't he also really tall

why does he not feel tall 😭

like with tsukishima and kuroo you FEEL like they're tall while with suna and sakusa you just know they're tall because the wiki tells you

in my mind sakusa is like 5'9 lmao

hoshiumi kōrai: 7/10

same deal as with hinata and nishinoya

he's a little too short for us to live a practical life

no thoughts about him romantically either

hirugami sachirō: 7.5/10

unfortunately I don't know much about him

but he's going to be a vet!! and I love animals

we will definitely raise cats

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Bokuto Koutarou

🫧 How You Met (Falling In Love) word count: 2145, post-time skip

🪭 Well, happy Valentine's... word count: 860, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 [2.38am] [drabble]

🪭 Pay Attention To Me word count: 819, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Souvenir [drabble]

🫧 Getting Heavy word count: 519, not quite post-time skip

🫧 When You’re On Your Period [drabble]

🫧 When He Is Jealous [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Distracted [drabble]

🫧 Sneaky word count: 348, friends to lovers, University!AU

🫧 When You’re Being Shipped With Another Player [drabble]

Akaashi Keiji

🫧 How You Met word count: 950, post-time skip

🍡 A Perfect Picture of Innocence word count: 475, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 When You Nod Off At The Library [drabble]

🫧 Laying Awake [drabble]

🫧 Recon word count: 442, pining

🪭 Recreational Reading [drabble] 🍋

Oikawa Tooru

🌧️ Not Enough word count: 2537

🪭🌧️ If He Could word count: 937, pining, University!AU

🌧️ He Misses You When He Travels [drabble]

🪭 Stuck At The Aiport word count: 1057, established relationship, post-time skip

🌧️ All That Matters word count: 1812, pining, fake dating kinda, University!AU

🌧️ Scattered Belongings word count: 769, implied pining, University!AU

🫧 Studying With Oikawa [drabble]

🌧️ Making Up After A Fight word count: 756, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 Take Out and Make Out word count: 850, new relationship, University!AU

🫧 Protecting Your Rival 🍋 word count: 1074, rivals to lovers-implied

Kuroo Tetsurou

🪭 Behind Dusty Shelves word count: 450, established relationship, University!AU

🪭 Stuck At The Airport word count: 757, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 A Chaotic Confession word count: 917, friends to lovers, University!AU

🫧 Sunbeam [drabble]

🫧🍡 Overprepared word count: 947, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Jealous At Training Camp [drabble] 🍋 [part 2]

🫧 When He Is Jealous (but make it boyfriend) [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Plan B [part 2] word count: 1015, pining, post-time skip

Sawamura Daichi

🪭🌧️ How You Met (and other stuff) word count: 1430, post-time skip

🪭 Actions Have Consequences word count: 729, established relationship, post-time skip

🌱 To Protect word count: 791, pining, not quite time-skip

🌱 Waking Up From A Nightmare [drabble]

Tendou Satori

🫧 Just Crazy Enough word count: 2124, friends to lovers

🪭 After A Long Day [drabble]

🌧️ Just Use Me word count: 646, unrequited love

Iwaizumi Hajime

🪭 POV: you wake up from a naughty dream [drabble] smau, established relationship, aged up

Suna Rintarou

🪭 Keeping Quiet word count: 864, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 Six And A Half Minutes [part 2] [part 3] word count: 1608, friends to lovers, University!AU

Semi Eita

🪭 Change Of Plans word count: 735, established relationship, University!AU

🍡 Cleaning Day [drabble]

Tsukishima Akiteru

🫧 Confessions After Hours word count: 1124, friends to lovers

Tsukishima Kei

🌧️ 🫧 How To Comfort People by Tsukishima Kei 🍋 word count: 961, rivals to a little less rivals

🫧 He Takes Care Of You [drabble] 🍋

🪭 Camping In A Storm [drabble] 🍋

🫧🪭 Just A Dream 🍋 word count: 806, married, post-time skip

🫧 And Another Thing [drabble]

Kozume Kenma

🫧 How You Met word count: 832, post-time skip

Koganegawa Kanji

🍡 A Clumsy Couple Makes Out word count: 747, new established relationship, University!AU

Kita Shinsuke

🫧 How You Met word count: 927, post-time skip

🪭 Insatiable [drabble]

🫧 Ideal [drabble]

🌱 Breathe word count: 461, established relationship, post-time skip

Sugawara Koushi

🪭 Sunday Morning With Your Husband [drabble] 🍋

Miya Osamu

🌧️🫧 Archnemesis 🍋 word count: 1066, rivalry, pining, 3rd year twins

🍡🫧 Strawberry Lotion word count: 546, established relationship, aged up

Miya Atsumu

🫧 How You Met word count: 1062, post-time skip

🫧 That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl word count: 876, post-time skip

🫧 All Is Fair In Love And War [drabble] 🍋

🫧 Call Me Baby 🍋 word count: 723, friends to lovers

🫧🪭 Sunday Morning With Your Husband 🍋

Matsukawa Issei

🪭 The Coziness Of Storagerooms 🍋 word count: 882, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 500 yen [drabble]

🪭 Noisy Neighbors word count: 603, married, post-time skip

Ennoshita Chikara

🫧 Period Relief Plan [drabble] 🍋

Hinata Shoyo

🫧 Chicken Soup 🍋

Various

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One (Bokuto, Kuroo, Tendou, your fave) [drabble]

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