#tsukishima kei x you
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Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹
II. Spill my guts
sum: tsukishima finding himself thinking a bit more of the nekoma manager, maybe looking a bit more into her wont be to bad..
Warnings: Tsukishima being a Cutsie little stalker, cursing, teasing, not really proffered! Mention of past relationship.
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He hated it he hated this feeling, it didn’t help how his teammates would talk about ‘Nekomas pretty manger’ it irritated him how Tanaka and Noya practically drooled over her when they brought her up. What made it worse is when yamaguchi let it slip that he had ran into her in the hallway. The two second years going crazy that he had gotten that close to her.
“Common you don’t even know her name!” Noya groaned.
“Why would I even ask she ran into me.” He said.
Tanaka punched him in the arm “you didn’t even say sorry just walked away, how could you she’s gorgeous.” He complained.
Tsukishimas rubbed his arm rolling his eyes, oh he apologized. Not that he wanted to, remembering the moment making him frown. “Ask Kiyoko, they hugged after the game.” Kageyama spoke up.
The three snapping their heads towards the first year. “You’re so smart!” Noya and Tanaka cried pushing off of Tsukishima.
He found it sad how desperate they were to find out her name, why did they even need it? He thought she’s not even around her it’s not like they’d go out with her. To them she was just a pretty face and that pissed tsukishima off, at lest have the decency to ask her name in person. What made this more dreadful is the he wanted to know her name to, to be truthful he’d looked up their roster and coaching staff but didn’t find a name that would fit her. God maybe he was worse than them for doing that.
“SHE HAS AN INSTAGRAM!” Tanaka yelled.
Tsukishima groaned standing up, walking by his two upper class men he glanced at the phone they looked at scrolling through her feed.
It wasn’t stalking if her account is public right? Tsukishima opening up his phone as he began to walk home only for him to close it and shove the phone back in his pocket. He groaned closing his eyes, “Everything alright Tsukii?” The sound of his best friends voice was heard from beside him.
Tsukishimas eyes met his, “I’m fine.”
Lie. And yamaguchi could tell, “don’t bs me what’s up. I get if you don’t wanna tell me but I’m here to listen.” He shrugged.
He wanted to tell him, he wanted that Nekomas manager had an attitude, how he haters her bratty tone pissed him off. How she was stuck in his head how she barely touched him but her body spray lingerd on him after, how she smelled of coco butter and vanilla. How stupid he felt. How she pulled an apology out of him and it wasn’t even a real one! God she pissed him off. Especially how nervous he got.
He wanted to throw up.
“Tsukii?”
“Why are they so obsessed with her?”
“Nekomas manager?”
“Yeah”
Yamaguchi paused for a moment “It’s Tanaka and Nishinoya, it’s just the way they are. Plus she is pretty.”
“Is that really all? Over them being a bit girl crazy.” Yamaguchi spoke rubbing the back of his neck.
No. Was he jealous! No that’s stupid. “Just don’t get it I guess, I mean don’t you get tired if it? Them always asking you if you have a girlfriend? If you have a crush.” Tsukishima asked.
“Not really, it’s never bothered me. I mean I do like girls but it’s not my whole personality nor do they like me back at times. Just keep to myself.” Yamaguchi spoke thinking about as he talked.
Tsukishima always disliked the concept of crushes, how one shared feelings for another but can’t tell them. The feeling of falling in love yet waiting just to perhaps be rejected? The obsession that came with it always wanting to talk to said person or being with them. How you can ever get them out of your mind. It was lame, it made him feel sick.
“You like someone don’t you.”
Tsukishimas head Turing to look at his friend. “No, I’m not interested in all of that.” He spoke. Truthfully he wasn’t, he no intention of getting a girlfriend or even talking to someone romantically.
Maybe it was the comfort of his bed, how he laid on his back as he opened Instagram again. Typing in the name tag, pressing on the first profile. Yeah she was known that for sure. Scrolling through her feed, learning she’s social, loves her family, and all around loves taking photos of herself, but how could she not she’s pretty. Her face was made for the lens of a camera.
“Really like putting yourself out there huh..?” He spoke to himself, the moment he said that his finger slipped a pink heart popping up on the screen.
“No.”
“Oh shit!” He sat up quickly. It was a photo of her on the beach sitting up on her knees her hands up blocking the sun from her face. He liked a fucking Bikini post from 6 months ago.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” He groaned. What if he unliked it? She still see it. No that was stupid.
The sound of his door opening made if head turn. “Everything alright Kei!” His mother asked.
“Yeah. Im great just people,” he spoke taking a deep breath before talking to him mom again “I’m alright sorry for worrying you.” He spoke. She nodded closing the door.
“No fucking way!”
“What a little stalker.” She spoke softly her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.
“Who’s a stalker?”
“Nobody. Some kid I met a little over a week ago.” Yn spoke to her older brother.
He groaned pushing off the doorway. She laughed lightly pressing on his profile. Not a very out there guy hmm.. he had a few post. Her thumb lingered over the follow button, “fuck it.” Pressing it setting her phone down.
The little buzz of her phone making her smirk, peeking at her phone ‘keitsukiishima_07’ followed you back.
She picked up her phone a giddy grin on her face, opening the messages. Oh she was about to give this kid so much shit.
She couldn’t help but laugh, lord he was dry tho.
Tsukishima on the other hand threw his phone on his bed the blonde now standing up, “so stupid.”
Yet when he found himself back in his bed he opened the chat once more, only to close it. No. He’s going to bed. Forgetting about what just happened and going to sleep. If only it was that easy, tossing and turning but he couldn’t sleep, he’d being lying if he wasn’t waiting for another text.
Didn’t matter what it was. But he’d be damned if he text her.
She wasn’t much different, but she waited till the next day.
“Kuroo are we inviting Karasuno to the summer camp?” She asked standing infront of his desk.
He looked up at her his face scrunching “I think.”
“Why-“
“Thank you!” She spoke leaving his classroom.
Maybe she didn’t have to wait as long as she thought to see him. Her summer break go free labored babysitting wouldn’t be to bad. She’d have a first year to pick on.
It was wierd how she found herself back looking at those three post, one of him reading a book somthing his friends probably took, the two other of him on a hike. A taller women, blonde, standing next to him, his mom she guessed how he held her just as close as she did him a half smile on his face. One most would think is fake and forced but it was genuine Tsukishima Kei was a mamas boy.
Her eyes scanned the phone as she continued to look, a notification popping up.
‘Tetsu(hater)😒’
‘Your ex is gonna be at the camp wanted to give you heads up!’
Her once smile dropping. Gross. Common, I mean sure he’s part of a team that’s friends but common. She was thankful for the heads up but she felt sick. He was gonna be there at that camp for 2 almost 3 weeks. God damn it. She could feel tears weld up in her eyes, she hated it. They’ve been apart for over 5 months. And now she had to see his stupid fucking face. It made her sick.
Felt as if she would spill her guts.
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strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]
synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday
warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking
notes: this isn't as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn't but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo's bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is
word count: 3.6kei
tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can't lie and say he doesn't look forward to the occasion now.
from the minute it was midnight, you had made it everyone's—including kei's—personal problem that it was his birthday. with the way you got ecstatic about it, it's hard to be convinced that it's not your birthday.
tsukishima never bothered with asking you about plans, because every time he does, you never say. no matter how hard he pries or tries to bait you, you don't give in. it's irritating but admirable, he must admit.
so as he heads home that day from work (because adult mundane things don't stop for your birthday, of course) he's not sure what to expect. he had gotten a ton of messages from his team group insinuating you'll give him the best birthday sex ever, but he never really is one to entertain locker room talk persay. and even more truthfully, all of his lewd thoughts about you should only be reserved for him and him only.
he doesn't hear or see you when coming into your shared apartment. after calling out for you, he only hears small giggles from your shared bedroom and makes his way there.
to say he is pleasantly surprised is an understatement. throughout all the birthday messages and well wishes he'd gotten earlier today, he couldn't stop focusing on the meaning of your words from before he left that morning. a, "i look forward to seeing you later" and that was it. he will admit he was a bit grumpy you hadn't texted him throughout his day.
but he forgets all of that and nearly drops his work phone out of his hands when seeing the sight in front of him.
"happy birthday, kei."
you sit on the bed, naked and with nothing but two wrapped presents on your lap. a red ribbon adorns your neck, implying you're also a gift. on a tray only about a foot away from you is strawberry shortcake made just for him, along with his favorite meal (not you, specifically actual food—sorry to disappoint the audience).
if he were a horny and uncontrollable animal like his teammates, he'd send a picture of you joking about how right they all were, but he doesn't feel like it. he knows the scratch marks you'll put on his back will make up for everything he doesn't say to his team now.
it's silent as he stares at you and you start to feel small under his gaze. and unfortunately...he's not your normal everyday boyfriend. he's prickly and sometimes he shouldn't say things he doesn't mean, but he can't help himself sometimes. he doesn't always like to grant you the reactions you're hoping for immediately. sometimes he does things just to rile you up.
"you really think that just having sex with you would suffice as a good birthday present?" he asks, pushing his frames up his face. he moves so he's sitting on the bed in front of you, calculating eyes not letting you see more of his emotions than he wants.
you frown, rolling your eyes. not a hi, not a hello. nothing. "and you're saying it won't?"
kei knows his sharp tongue can easily get him in more trouble, and believe me, reader, when i say the last thing he wants to do—especially in this moment—is make you upset.
you slam down both presents in front of him, distracting him from his thoughts. "in case your thick head didn't know, i still got you an actual present."
once examining the gift you got him, his eyes soften as it was something he briefly mentioned once awhile ago. he didn't even think you remembered. the second gift was a framed photo of the two of you from your first ever date. you both were a little bit more shy and awkward then, but the memories it holds outweighed any of that.
he becomes quiet, feeling the heat from his face become scorching hot before he looks down at you with soft eyes now.
"thank you. i really appreciate it." he squeezes your hand three times before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. your anger from earlier slightly subsides but you still feel slightly embarrassed and move to get up and change into clothes.
kei blocks you, a smirk creeps to his face. "but...i really appreciate you more..." he yanks you by the leg, pulling your body towards the edge of the bed.
"w-what are you doing?" you squeal, looking up at him with widened eyes.
"having dessert." he answers, his eyes focused on your glistening folds. his mouth is drooling at this point.
you try to speak but nothing but sputters come out of your mouth. "h-hey mister, your dessert is over—" you're cut off by a surprise moan escaping you as kei wraps his mouth over your lower region, all thoughts of a smart reply gone from your mind.
"one—it's sir to you, and two—for the record, you taste better than any strawberry shortcake, shortcake." he grins, moving to lap at your cunt again.
your mouth drops open into a gasp, and you move your hips back against his face shamelessly. "y-you said you didn't want sex as a present."
he tsks, rolling his eyes. "i didn't say that. i simply asked you a question earlier. which then, if you were my only gift"—he smacks the fat of your ass playfully, making you yelp—"i'd be stupid not to be grateful."
'damn right', you want to say, but settle on, "y-you're so...irritating..." you huff, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he laves over your insides like a starved man.
"hey—you're supposed to be nice to me, it's my birthday." he taunts, smirk gracing his (annoyingly) handsome face.
"i'll be nice to you alright—" you whine once the feeling of his fingers come into play, "god—you—" your words become choked up as two thick digits move inside of you.
"kei is just fine," he smiles, ravishing in the squelching mess that is your cunt. the sounds and smell of you are driving him absolutely insane, but he doesn't want you to know that just yet.
your legs are trembling and you both hate and love how easy it is for him to get you like this. your skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat and you whimper, looking up at your boyfriend in awe. he's removed his glasses and his hair is disheveled from a long day at work. you didn't know it was possible for someone to be this hot while eating you out.
and so it doesn't take long before your release approaches and you're shudder with euphoria as you decline from your high.
"good girl," he hums, pleased with you cumming all over his face.
tsukishima's large hands toy with the ribbon around your neck. you recognize the calculating look in his eyes and shiver, wondering what he's thinking.
"since you're my present, i get to do whatever i want with you, right?" he asks, his golden brown eyes meeting yours.
"y-yes..." you stutter, hands resting uncertainly on his broad shoulders. he senses your nervousness and only leans down to kiss you. you sigh, leaning into him, body practically straddling him. you grind up against his thigh, your cunt rubbing deliciously over the hard muscle.
"dirty girl..." he grunts, shoving his thigh further against you. he knows you must be soaking wet down there. he'll worry about his pants and dry cleaning later.
"kei..." you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. your hands pull at his sweater, "off, take this off."
"didn't know you were in position to make such demands..." he tsks, leaning back to take off the sweater. you never get tired of seeing him. of how lean and toned he is. his porcelain skin is going be tainted by the time you're done with him tonight.
moving over tsukishima wordlessly, you kiss down his jaw and neck, nipping and biting playfully at the skin. you run your hands over his chest and stomach, admiring the refined muscle and how it ripples under your touch. soft moans leave him and his skin flushes a rose pink. he tugs you off, laying you back on the sheets.
his eyes move and land on the strawberry shortcake and he—much to your dismay—grabs a glob with his bare hand. before you can complain about your ruined masterpiece, he looks to you with a glint in his eyes.
"i knew this cake was missing something..." he murmurs as he smears the food onto your breasts and stomach, "one ingredient that's rare, and only available to one person."
you feel your face burn as he looks at you mischievously.
pinching your cheek with his clean hand he coos, "i'm so lucky i don't have to share that ingredient with anyone else, aren't i?"
"i'm going to be all sticky after this," you whine, grimacing from the thought.
"sure, but it won't be from the cake." kei quips, making you slap his chest.
the hand you use to hit him is easily pinned to the bed. he laves his mouth along your neck, sucking up the cake into his mouth. you gasp quietly, feeling his teeth nip playfully at your skin every now and then.
"fuck, kei..." you whimper.
"i think this is a much more efficient way to eat, don't you agree?" he hums mouth moving down to your collarbone. the marks left behind from his handiwork please him but make him all the more greedy at the same time. "every part of your body is sweet just like this cake."
you whimper, arching your back up into him as the tender skin of your breasts is sucked on, his mouth not hesitating to leave bruises in his path. with the way he kisses and licks your skin, you truly feel worshipped. especially when he makes it his agenda to kiss every square inch of you. he ends his ministrations with kisses on your cunt, causing you to jerk from sensitivity of cumming earlier.
"don't think i can go back to eating strawberry shortcake normally after that." he admits and you laugh before sitting up.
you crawl to the tent in his pants, hands moving to undo his belt but hear a sound of displeasure.
"no time." he swat your hand away from his crotch. you pout until he pulls himself out from his confines, his cock slapping his stomach as he steps out of his pants and boxers.
he's leaking an evident amount of pre and you wonder what universe you had to be put in to not be able to suck him off in this moment.
he kneels between your body, stroking himself but making no urgent move to line up with your hole. he seems to enjoy your squirming and smirks at the look of frustration on your face.
"you look hot when you're desperate like this." he says, gripping himself just a little tighter at how vulnerable you look before him.
your body jerks when you feel the head of his cock brush against your cunt. the feeling dissolves but then he repeats the same motion again.
"kei i swear if you don't put it in—"
"then what?" he challenges, only running his tip over your folds once more.
"is it really a crime to want to see you cry for my cock?" he asks, slapping his shaft against you. "it's my birthday so you have to do as i say now. so tell me how much you want it."
when he's met with silence, he raises a brow, wondering why you aren't speaking. "did you not hear me? or are you already too dumb to speak? i haven't even fucked you yet."
his large hand slides up to the column of your throat and a gasp of surprise leaves you. "you're acting kind of bratty right now, and i don't like it. i don't even think you deserve my cock."
you protest, "wait! please! i—"
he taps his chin, "but that's a problem for both of us, isn't it?" he grunts, probing his tip at your entrance, pressing the tip in, but not moving any further. one move and you could have him inside of you easily, but you don't dare defy him. he'll just get more upset.
he continues, "because you won't believe how badly i want to be buried in this tight cunt. but i could just fuck my fist or your mouth and call it a day—"
"n-no! i don't want that!" you blurt.
he grabs your jaw, a stern look on his face. "this isn't about what you want, baby. it's about listening and behaving to what i want. now what do you say?"
your head bows and shame swallows you whole. "please, sir. please fuck me like you mean it."
the look on kei's face suggests that he isn't exactly pleased, and the click of his tongue confirms. "i think you can beg better than that, shortcake. you've cried harder over cuddling* than getting fucked."
"that's not—" you bite your lip when his glare falls on you, "sir please! i promise i'll be good! i'll do everything you say, i swear!"
call him a sadist but it isn't until he sees tears brimming your eyes does he fully sheath himself into. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him.
"see, now this, is a birthday gift." he says, breathing shaking as your insides envelope him. you always invite him in so easily, that's how he knows his cock is made for you, and your cunt is made for him.
"k-kei..." you stutter, the fullness making your senses heightened.
"always feel like i'm celebrating something when i'm in you." he huffs, his face flush as he squeezes his eyes shut. "god, you always feel too good..."
the slow clap of his hefty balls against your ass begins to fill the room. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.
"creaming all over my cock like this, you might be the best present i've ever had." he grunts, moving his hand to play with your clit. "so pretty like this..."
and just like he knows, your nails dig into his back, gently but thoroughly scraping at his skin as he pounds into you. it takes everything in him to not cum right there and then. you find yourself babbling his name, chanting it and telling him how good he feels.
his mouth is moving over all parts of you to taste and lick the cake he missed from before. he groans something about you tasting sweeter today especially.
you don't get a chance to warn kei about your creeping orgasm, and just lock your legs around him as it all comes crashing down over you. he groans, nearly losing his composure as your cunt milks him. he swears before pulling out of you, flipping the two of you so that your body is on top of him.
"be a good present and ride me." he says, smacking your ass.
you waste no time and scramble to adjust yourself. your legs are still trembling when you sink back down on him but you can careless. you both groan, stilling for a moment, as you stare at each other. he laces his hand with yours and squeezes it again.
once accommodating the full and new feeling from the angle you're at, you slowly move on him.
"oh fuck." he hisses, head falling back against the pillows. you place your hands on his thighs before leaning back and bouncing yourself. his hands move over you, whispering words of affection and marveling you in his own quiet and loving way.
"god look at you," kei breathes, staring up at you like you're an angel descended from heaven. his mouth falls open slightly and soft moans escape as he watches you.
"always look so fucking beautiful when you ride me like this." he continues, conflicted on if he should lay back and view you or shove his face between his (yes, his because everything about you is his) tits.
as infuriating kei tsukishima can be, there's never a time that he doesn't make you feel so loved, and full of worth and praise. albeit these moments are shared more privately, but you won't trade the image of his half lidded eyes, flush face, and lovesick expression for anything else.
he decides to lay back and is pleasantly surprised when you lean over him anyways, offering the best view of your tits in his face. his large hands move to knead and play with them, then making you shudder and cry out of pleasure when he sucks on them.
"k-kei..." you breathe, voice caught in your throat as you grind down on him, flipping between that and bouncing on his cock. it's almost like your body is possessed in a way. he knows and you know just how cock hungry this man can make you and how your mind resorts to mush.
kei would get on his knees and thank the gods right now if he could just from seeing the sight of you so focused to getting yourself and him off with his dick. and he doesn't want to have it any other kind of way. there's a strange satisfying feeling to being used and he's not opposed to it.
"does it feel good, baby? does my cock make you feel this good? tell me." he ghosts his hands over your hips and groans, watching the sinful way that they move.
"f-fuck, feels so good, kei! i love sitting on your cock!" you whine, tears brimming your eyes. tsukishima feels himself throb in you before moaning again, not caring how desperate he sounds.
"yes, keep fucking me like this, don't stop." he gasps, trying his best to keep his hands from grabbing your hips and fucking up into you how he likes.
he can feel his resolve crumble as he approaches his high. "you're going to let me cum inside you, yeah? like the dirty girl that you are?" he smacks your ass, making you clench sinfully and deliciously on him.
you nod rapidly, nails digging into his ravished porcelain skin. "fuck yes, kei, i want all of it. cum inside of me, please!"
he grins, your whining riling him up as he pounds into you harder. he flips you over again and your legs are thrown over his shoulder and your body pinned down on the bed. everything is so loud and messy, but he's too hyper focused on filling you up to care.
"shit, fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm going to fill you up so fucking full." he yanks you by your hair and kisses all down your neck. by his erratic breathing you know he's at his peak.
"kei, i'm—!" you gasp, your third orgasm seizing you as your cunt clamps down on him.
"ha—" he chokes, hips stilling and back shuddering as the dam inside of him breaks. the most lewd groan escapes him and you clench harder when feeling the warm of his cum spill into you. the throbbing from him evident as his balls fully empty themselves into you.
barely catching your breath, you reach up and kiss him. his mouth tastes like the cake you made him and you feel your face burn as you taste a hint of yourself as well.
your start to move yourself off of him and he grunts out of displeasure.
"not yet. just want to be in you for a bit longer." he says, hands gripping your hips tightly.
"okay." you respond, leaning down to kiss his face, neck, and collarbone. he shivers at your touch and you feel his cock twitch inside of you once more.
"you're going to start something you can't finish." he complains, pinching your side to get you to stop.
you laugh, hiding your face in his necks. "whatever you say. so...how was your birthday present?"
"i loved it. i'm going to put the photo on my desk at work." he answers, smirking as you bite his ear in warning.
"not that present, dummy." you sit up before gesturing to the bow around your neck.
tsukishima hums, his hand resting on your neck before looking at you.
"absolutely irreplaceable. i couldn't have asked for anything better, and i'm feeling incredibly lucky.
"well i'm glad, birthday boy," your eyes fall back on the food. "are you hungry? do you want more cake?"
"no...but speaking of cake, i just realized something." tsukishima says, playing with your fingers.
you tilt your head. "what?"
"your pussy always tastes the sweetest when i'm dripping out of it." he smiles.
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⠀ ⠀ HOW HE LOVES ｡ﾟ❁ུ۪ °ₒ
loves to fuck you after a long day at work, hands pressed into your ass as he bends you over to fuck you. loves calling you names that are both degradation and praising—“my good whore”, “pretty little cocksucker”, and “my sweet toy” to name just a few. most likely to take you whenever he feels like it, even if it’s in public and he has to cover your mouth to make sure you don’t make a sound when he’s fucking you so good in a public restroom. loves watching the tears flow down your face when you’re blowing him because he knows it’s just because his cock’s too big for your poor little mouth. fucks you so good you forget your name, and still makes sure to give you the sweetest aftercare because he loves you.
MATSUKAWA ISSEI, iwaizumi hajime, ukai keishin, TERUSHIMA YUUJI, kyoutaro kentarou, semi eita, konoha akinori, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, daishou suguru, SUNA RINTAROU
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tsukishima kei is your perfect fit for academic rivals to lovers
he’s always been the smartest in class. whether it’s answers to an assigned chapter or an application question, he’s always ready with a raised hand before anyone else even has an idea of what to do.
that is, of course, until you’re in the picture. the two of you are always neck and neck, fighting for the chance to prove dominance in the classroom. your classmates bet on who’s topping the class, and tsukishima can’t help but detest you.
you make his job as class topper so much harder.
so he teases you. he challenges your every move. he makes you question yourself, only to be to be questioned in return.
you’re sure to toss a lazy grin at him everytime you’re the one with the higher score on that test (and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t drawn into you)
if it wasn’t for your infuriating smarts, he’d say he’s found his perfect match.
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KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE !
"Why the hell would you do that?!"
"Did you think I wanted to?! Your germs... Ew.”
Blurb: A few glimpses of certain episodes if you and Tsukishima Kei were in a shoujo anime!
Genre/Tropes: academic rivals, slice of life, shoujo, romance, slow burn (?).
Reader: fem. (you will be addressed as 'Seiu' which is your supposed last name because i hate putting 'y/n' in my writings. it feels like a turn-off, for me.)
WC: 4.7k.
A/N: oh my god it has been so long?? this idea came from back in SEPTEMBER, on his birthday. and yes it took that long to finish *insert crying emoji*. this is my longest work so far (7 jan 24). but i don’t really like it? i think it’s tedious. i apologize for any grammar mistakes, and would love any feedbacks or critics *insert crying emoji again*.
“Aw, look at you,” He cooed, and you're actually contemplating on smashing your head straight into the glass window of your class rather than hearing his taunts to degrade your scores on this stupid, science quiz.
His pale, slender fingers came into your harsh gaze, watching him tap the wood of your desk in an unknown yet familiar rhythm, gazing down at you. “Why the sour face? You got a ninety-nine, your scores are higher than most in this class— ah!” He snapped his fingers like something suddenly clicked in his mind that he definitely hadn’t thought of before and that he definitely wasn’t using it to brag about it. “But I don’t think you’re the highest, though..”
Darn him for getting the highest. Darn him for getting a hundred.
You could just see him grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat even though your eyes are still glued on your scores.
Ninety-nine. And a little ‘good job’ note the science teacher wrote on the side, with a little smiley face next to it.
Now, why the hell did that smiley face seem like it's mocking you?
“Hey,” he crouched down, resting his forearms on the edge of your desk, and looked into your eyes, his smirk growing bigger. You looked back at him, and your eyes narrowed. “Thought you were crying for a sec.”
You felt offended and immediately went defensive. “I was not!” You exclaimed, accidentally slamming your arms on the desk louder than intended, resulting in dozens of heads turning, and a disapproving look of your teacher from the front of the class.
“Good. You were too quiet, made me uncomfortable.”
You opened your mouth to continue the argument, but before you could say anything, the teacher spoke. “Seiu! Tsukishima!” You both turned towards the teacher, and she gauged her eyes at you both. You knew what she meant, and so you slumped back in your chair defeatedly, while the blonde returned to his seat— that was unfortunately next to you— triumphantly.
“Remember the deal.” He whispered from his seat, scoffing while he took out his notebook and pens.
You sighed and clenched your jaw. “Fine. I’ll get you the darn strawberry shortcake after school.”
“I was afraid that you’d run off,” He was leaning against the wall, close to the gates of your school. “You can be a little cranky about saving a few pennies, don’t you?” He took off his headphones, letting out a small chuckle.
Yes, you can be cranky about money, but a promise is a promise.
There's this stupid bet, or dare I say a tradition where after every quiz, debate, and exam— the one who tops gets to ask the other to buy whatever they wish.
“The usual?” You asked, with the most deadpan expression you could’ve pulled. Tsukishima burst out laughing at that, pointing his finger at your face and mocking every little detail he could.
“It’s either you shut that darn mouth of yours or the strawberry shortcake—”
“Okay, okay! The— pfft— the strawberry shortcake, sure sure.”
You dragged him out of the school gates by the end of his uniform, and he laughed again.
So annoying.
He sees that you are leading him (dragging him) around the familiar streets that lead to the café that you both always went to, ever since freshman year.
He sighed. “The usual it is.”
A few moments passed by, and you both fell into a comfortable silence, which was almost too good to be true. You often just stared at the long shadows on the ground, following you and Tsukishima’s every little movement. Once in a while, crows would caw as they fly high up in the sky, making you look up to the orange-purple skies, the orange rays illuminating your eyes.
At times you overlooked nature, and sometimes you just lost yourself in it.
And at times you overlooked the way your heart beats faster when he looked at you like this— under the sunset where no other soul was near.
“What?” You asked, looking at him in the corner of your eye. Your heart beat faster when you saw him literally glowing under the sun, looking at you with a smile that seemed a whole lot more genuine than you’d like it to be.
He scoffed, staring up at the sky, and then at you. You noticed the two tiny twinkles of light in his golden brown eyes— wait, since when was it there and why are you noticing it just now?
“Nothing, pipsqueak.” He says, staring up ahead with a cheeky grin.
The familiar ding of the bell echoed through the empty, dim-lighted bakery, the nostalgic aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee hits your nostrils, feeling at home.
A small smile curved on your lips, and a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. "Home sweet home." You said, eyes twinkling in fondness.
Making your way towards the counter, you paid for everything that you would be indulging, including his strawberry shortcake that looked ridiculously good. Sitting in the very corner of the small shop, you got yourself lost in the atmosphere as the rain fell outside.
You rested your head atop the wooden table, eyes watching out the race of rain droplets to see which one won, just like when you were a kid— when life was nothing but sunshine and rainbows, unlike now, where everything felt so nonchalant to you, for some reason.
Shamelessly, you kept your mouth stuffed with the cream bread you'd always eat, ever since you discovered this precious of a place. Glancing at the male who's apparently just as caught up with the rain as you are, stuffing his mouth with some strawberry, you begin talking (with your mouth full, still.)
"Are you ever going to try something else?" Your eyes shot to the cake, then back to him. He scrunched up his nose, an expression of disgust as he saw your stuffed mouth. You rolled your eyes, not caring. "It's not like you ever tried anything else— and stop eating like that. It's not like the bread would run off—"
"It's not like the bread would run off." You mimicked him, and he gritted his teeth. "Annoying little shit." He whispered, sipping at the warm coffee to try to keep his cool.
"I didn't know you had a habit of talking to yourself." You smirked, glancing at the tall, clear jug filled with water right in between you both on the table, doing a splendid job at reflecting himself on it. His eyes shot open, glaring at you and the poor jug.
"You weren't this talkative earlier," he said, setting his coffee on the table. "Finally getting over your marks?" He asked, his smirk returning which made your eyes roll.
"Bastard."
“Oi, Seiu.” He almost grumbled out your name, your ears catching the sounds of flipping papers, even through the headphones sitting on your head.
“What?” You replied groggily, taking off your headphones. You’re just about to fall asleep but he ruined it!
You were slumped next to him on the train, temple resting against the cold, metal railing on your side. Maybe it’s because of the scorching weather this July that you felt so incredibly exhausted— all your willpower was drained out at school earlier, and coming to cram school to violate your energy and brain further certainly doesn’t help your current state in any way.
You feel as if your soul is going to be sucked out, yet he’s still reviewing the papers? Doesn’t he feel tired or something?
“English essay papers. The one the teacher graded earlier.” His palm was lazily exposed in front of you, expecting the marked sheets to arrive in it upon his demand. Tsukishima doesn’t know what ‘asking’ is.
“You can still study?” You mumbled, eyes narrowing as you rummaged through your bag. Wrinkles formed on your forehead when your eyes turned into thin slits trying to search for what you wanted, the blur decorating your eyes not subsiding as quickly as you wanted it to.
“You’re going to get old faster than anyone else with that frown of yours.” His voice was lower than usual, but the playful spark remained. His banter was replied to only by the click of your tongue. You’re too tired to joke around.
When you finally found it, you shoved the crumpled sheets into his hand and slumped your head back onto the railing. “Don’t you know what rest is?” You said, sighing as you got into a more comfortable position, forgetting about the device hanging on your neck.
“I need to work harder to beat you.” His eyes narrowed as he read the messy scribbling of your writing, but he can’t deny how he adored your talent to form a masterpiece with a foreign land’s words, every. single. time.
“You’ve already beaten me a lot of times, didn’t you?” At times like this when your consciousness stays for the sake of a conversation, you’re more truthful, or maybe even less hostile. You didn’t have the energy to have an ongoing banter with him no more.
Even though your vision was black, you could feel his eyes glued to you. You were expecting some witty comebacks to launch from his mouth, but he was silent, for a while. It’s deafening.
It almost makes you uneasy.
“I’m not as smart as you, Seiu.” He finally blurted out, but it was so quiet.
Your eyelids fluttered open just slightly as if you couldn’t believe your ears.
He beat you every single time, so what nonsense is spitting out from his mouth? Did the weather get to him too? Until he’s feeling ‘under the weather’? (With all puns intended.)
Ironically as that thought finished, the rain fell. Hard.
You moved the back of your head towards the glass window instead, the coldness of the rain droplets spreading through the glass sent a wave of relief onto your body.
You eyed him from the corner of your eye. That bad posture, the metal frame that sits atop the bridge of his nose that looked like it was about to fall any second from now, the crumpled sheets that were lucky enough to feel the caress of his slender fingers—
You’re doing it again. You’re too observant at times like this, it’s more than necessary.
“You’re insane.” You snorted, closing your eyes again.
“You’re a fucking genius without trying, Seiu.” It’s his time to sigh, almost frustrated. “You don’t even try.”
It’s true. You’re lazy. You hardly even try and yet you score all of your exams.
“If ever someday you decided to pick up a book and scribble more notes..” He drifted off, and you’re kind of eager for him to continue.
“I’m done for.” He mumbled.
What a compliment, you thought. Maybe you would’ve grinned cheekily if you had the energy, but you don’t.
“Wow.” That’s all you could utter.
You could hear him huff as if he was regretting what he said.
“Just don’t get all romantic and don’t sleep on my shoulder.” He mumbled, the sound of turning pages starting again.
“I don’t want your cooties either.”
“Good night, Seiu.”
You both snorted out loud.
It was P.E., and another class had joined yours’ to play.
It was a warming-up session, and everyone needed to jog a few laps before playing.
You weren’t exactly the sporty type that had a lot of stamina, and you never liked running. The summer was taking a toll on you again, and you were slower than usual— than everyone. You were at the very back when the other girls were a few meters away. You’re not too slow, but not that fast enough.
Behind you were the boys, from your class and the other. You didn’t pay much to them and kept jogging.
You did notice a couple of times that Tsukishima was staring at you, and even when you caught his gaze, his eyes were still on you. It was nothing new, just that same old glare he always gives you.
You heard laughter erupting from behind, footsteps becoming louder as a group of guys caught up beside you. One of them pushed the other and he ended up bumping into you hard. You fell, scraping your knee and palms in the process.
All you heard next was laughter. Mocking ones, from both the guys and— whom you thought was— your friends.
It turns out the one who bumped into you was someone you had a few problems with in the past. He was your… not enough to be a former lover, far from a friend but yet, he’s no stranger. He held a grudge against you, it seems.
The guy laughed along, as well.
It was only for a few seconds the scene unfolded, but it felt like an eternity of humiliation.
Did Tsukishima join them?
You slowly got yourself up, the burn in your knee only increasing with each inch you elevated from the ground.
Halfway through, someone grabbed your upper arm and shoulder tight, slowly helping you up. Those pale, slender arms..
Tsukishima.
Exaggerated gasps were heard, and whispers were accentuated. Honestly, you would’ve acted the same way, if you were them.
Tsukishima… helped. He didn’t make fun of you.
You heard him click his tongue, and you raised your head just enough to see the scowl on his face, and the way he glared at the guys from earlier.
“Can’t you fucking see she was next to you?” He cursed, and everyone fell silent. Everyone was always a little wary of him, even scared. His height was intimidating, but seeing him in such a way was a lot scarier.
Even you haven’t seen him this angry.
The teacher jogged over, a tense expression on his face.
“Tsukishima-kun, enough. You can go on and I’ll put her aside—“
“Don’t bother, sensei.” He quickly cut the teacher off, eyes glued to the fuckers that were too irrelevant to be in the same place as he is.
“I don’t feel like playing football with people who are clearly blind.” He snickered, almost mocking them.
He brought you under a tree, and you freed your wrist from his grasp and slumped against the tree. Your head was down low as if the skin of your legs had some ancient scripture that you were so persistent on staring at. A large shadow emerged, and turns out it was him standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, eyes ahead staring at the other students.
Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry.
“Don’t worry.” He tried to reassure, but he sounded a little too bitter— he’s not used to it. “I won’t let them see how ugly you are when you cry.”
You cried anyway.
“Know how to treat a wound?” He asked as if he wouldn’t already do it himself as he rummaged through the cabinets.
Your silence in speaking and a few sniffles are enough to tell.
He sighed, reaching for a box filled with stuff that’ll help heal your wound— only on the outside, though. It’ll only help what’s on the surface, only helping your scraped skin, but the humiliation inside? Who knows how long the tear of your heart will last? Who knows who is going to tape it up for you, saying everything will be okay?
A small part of your heart’s tear was stitched up already at the sight of him getting down on one knee in front of you, getting the band-aids, antiseptic, tweezers, and cotton wools out.
“What’s the point in hiring nurses if they’re just never going to show up to work?” He rambled on like an old grandma, complaining how he needed to do everything himself.
But really, even if the nurses were here and you were being tended to, he’ll never really leave you. He’s treating you like you needed all the help in the world as if you were in a coma or something.
The rustling of the bed sheets when you squirmed, the annoyingly strong scent of the antiseptic throughout the whole room, and Tsukishima’s rambles as he treated your wound made you… strangely emotional.
Your shoulders shook rather violently, and your gaze blurred with the salty liquid once again.
His eyes widened upon taking in your appearance, drawing the cotton wool soaked with medicine away from your wound as quickly as time allowed it.
“Woah, woah, woah, hey! Does it hurt that bad?!” He almost yelled, and did he not panic like the world was going to end.
“Okay, look— okay I’ll stop! I told you to prepare yourself beforehand—”
“Arigato, Tsukishima-kun.”
You wailed like your life had crumbled— looking back, it was kind of funny with the snot and everything, he’ll definitely tease you for that later— and you sobbed your heart away. You didn’t even cry like this when a relative died but you cried when someone insisted on treating your wound? Wow.
And Tsukishima? His face could be taken as pure gold. He was dumbfounded, with wide eyes while staring at you crying like so. In literal words, it’s best to say he malfunctioned. You were crying way harder than before, you’re crying harder now than when you fell!
You keep sucking back in the snot that threatens to goo down their way, wiping your tears rather harshly, but it kept coming down anyway. It was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop crying.
You heard him sigh.
“You’re disgusting, Seiu.” He said, though not much disgust was evident in his voice.
You felt a soft cloth arrive on your face, the fabric particularly covering your nose. You stopped your wail and looked at him, blinking rapidly as you were confused about what he was trying to do.
“Blow it out.” He said defeatedly, sighing as he looked away.
Sprettttt!
He crunched his nose upon hearing the noise, his glasses lifted slightly in the process before settling down to its original position.
“Again.”
Sprreettttttttt!
“I kind of feel bad for Seiu.”
You stopped dead in your tracks, and so did Tsukishima.
It was that group of guys again, and the one who spoke was the one that, well… the one that bumped into you.
“You still like her?” One of his friends said, and the others fell silent.
You both were standing on the top of the stairs like a fool, like deers caught in the headlights. But the question is, why did Tsukishima stop too?!
“I don’t!” He quickly denied but the others burst out into laughter and a series of teasing ‘oooh's.
Your class was just right there. Why did they have to walk through the hallway where your class was located, when there were a dozen others? You don’t want to come across them! Your cheeks were puffy, your eyes were red. You didn’t want them to know you cried, especially not when they were the reason. (Well, partly of the reason).
“Seiu’s quite sensitive. What if she’s like.. I don’t know!” He grumbled.
“Aw, you worried that she cried? You still like her!” Another laughter erupted.
“That’s her class, isn’t it? Where is she?”
They were peeking through the windows, but of course, you’re not there, you’re hiding in the corner of the hallway like a fool.
“She’s not there.” One said, confused.
“Oi… Tsukishima’s not there either.” Some of them gasped, and some of them went silent.
“I think.. Seiu and Tsukishima—”
Tsukishima grabbed your hand, his gaze hard. He wasn’t looking at you though, but just staring into the clear windows in front of you both, as if he was waiting to get caught or.. as if he was ready to do something.
“Don’t say things like that!” The guy defensively said, his voice raising an octave. He still has feelings for you, it seems.
“But don’t you think it makes sense? They’re always together,”
They’re getting closer. Their footsteps are getting louder, and your body just tensed. Tsukishima squeezed your hand harder, and you looked at him through your sore, reddish eyes.
You wanted to get out of here, but you can’t just run to somewhere else in the building. You need to get into class, and it’s almost time. You’ll get a cleaning punishment if you’re late, and you don’t want to involve Tsukishima in any of it already. He’s done more than enough.
“—For the last time, they are not!” They were just around the corner, and their shoes came into your sight.
“I just.. I just want to apologize to Seiu and—”
Everything shut down.
Your ears were ringing, succumbing to a forced silence, your whole body refusing to react to anything else.
Your back against the wall.
His hand on your waist.
Your glasses clashing onto each other’s.
His lips on top of yours.
Tsukishima… was kissing you.
Shielding you, almost.
A loud, erratic pair of footsteps ran to the opposite side, kicking you both out to reality once again.
Then followed by a few others.
The ringing slowly subsided, and your irises moved.
Oh, they’re gone.
Your irises drifted to the ones in front of you, the pair being the most nastiest, gorgeous golden brown eyes you have ever seen.
His eyes have twinkles in them.
Don’t know if it has always been there or if you only noticed it now, but it’s pretty.
Ethereal.
The loud ring of the school bell rang, and you both flinched and covered your ears— you’re literally below one.
It snapped you back to the current situation. For real, this time.
Wide eyes, you looked at him, gasping.
A little too late to act shocked now, but oh well.
“Why did you do that?!” You yelled into his face, mouth agape. He seems just as shocked as you were, cheeks painted with crimson tints.
“Did you think I wanted to?!” He looked away, eyes frantic.
“Your germs…” He covered his lips with his hand, wiping it down gently with his palm. “Ew.” He stared at his palm blankly.
Is that a cover-up… or was he actually disgusted?
You bolted into class.
And so did he. (Well, after a few seconds of standing there like a pole).
You couldn't help but glance at him throughout the entire day, barely even focusing on what's been taught ahead of you. You kept fidgeting with whatever you could, with your fingers, sliding your feet from one place to the other and whatnot.
No matter how much you tried, your gaze would return to him.
You saw how he'd stare at you from the corners of his eyes, albeit you pretended not to notice. You noticed how he glided his fingertips over his lips, over and over. You noticed how he zoned out, just like you did.
He barely ever loses focus.
Was he thinking of the kiss, just like how you did?
You had hoped that was the case so you wouldn't be the only one who looked like a dumbstruck, confused fool. And you just prayed that he wouldn't pretend as if nothing had happened because it wasn't. It was one hell of a situation to just throw it over your heads as if it wasn't anything— you both seriously need to talk.
Without noticing, the vibrant azure skies turned orange, and the familiar tone of ringing echoed through the school's speakers, noting that it was time to return home.
You got up as slow as you could, eyeing Tsukishima who was frozen in his seat. You packed your things and shoved them into your bag, the chair screeching quietly across the floor as you stood up.
"Tsukki." Your voice knocked him back from his series of pondering, flinching upon hearing you speak. He looked at you, almost nervous.
"Yeah?"
"Time to go home." You mumbled, stating the obvious. Might as well mention that the grass is green.
He packed his bag in no rush. It was as if he was trying to slow down his moves, though his intentions remained unclear. He looked guilty almost, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"We need to talk about earlier." You blurted out, and he froze. His bent figure slowly straightened, and a long shadow of his figure emerged and decorated the walls— how did you even manage to catch that? Well, maybe because you were looking at everything but his eyes.
"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." He mumbled, finally facing you. He stared down at you before looking away, scratching at the back of his head.
You took a few steps backward, sitting against the still of an opened window. The wind gushes through your air, making you shiver slightly. The heat was no joke, and the intensity of the situation only escalated it.
"How could I not?" Your voice turned quiet as you stared at the ground. "I can't just go on and pretend nothing happened." You began fiddling with your fingers.
"Why did you do it?" You whispered almost shakily.
"I don't know." He whispered back.
"Do you... like me?"
Not once did it ever cross your mind to have feelings for him, but now you knew. Now you know why at certain times you tend to be so observant of every little thing that he does. Like how beautiful his eyes look under the sunlight, how gently he turns the pages of your paper sheets as if he was afraid to leave a single crumple, how he manages to insult you every time but never goes too far to actually hurt your feelings—
Now you knew.
The pounding of your heart was because of him. The very presence of him around you calms you down like after a storm and yet manages to roar it wildly and harder than ever.
You, Seiu, have fallen for him.
Your question was left hanging with no audible answer that left his mouth. Silence.
Something bottled up inside you and it was going to explode.
"I can't believe you." You snarled and gripped the metal still of the window. "Is kissing a random girl in the name of helping just so normal to you? Is that how you help? Without even considering how she feels— how I feel?"
"Seiu—"
"For you, it might not be anything important," You sniffled, tears rolling down. You lost count of how many times you cried. "But it is important, for me—"
Your breath hitched when his lips landed on yours again.
Damn, at least let me finish. You thought.
His fingers crept onto your cheeks, cradling them ever so gently. His thumb wiped away the tears wetting your skin. He tilted his head to get a better angle and his kiss got softer by each second.
"Can't you at least kiss me back?" He mumbled against your lips, eyes still closed as if he was afraid to see your reaction.
You finally closed your eyes, moving your lips again his own by following an unknown flow. The second he got a response from you, his other hand pulled you in closer by your waist, pressing your bodies together. The sudden touch combined with the wind that attacked your back made you shiver. His hand moved and pressed onto your back, rubbing up and down to soothe you.
You let out a shaky breath through your nose, and the wave of relief and pleasure spread throughout your body into every vein and muscle. Your hands found their way linked at the back of his head in which you daringly pulled him closer.
You couldn't get enough. Kiss after kiss, breath after breath, you caught his lips again once you both sucked in a breath to continue. His glasses kept clashing with yours with every movement, and he attempted to take it off.
"It's okay, leave them on." You mumbled and took his hand away. You love his square glasses. You'd never want him to take it off.
He only smirked against your lips, the adorable sharp fang of his showing. "You didn't even let me finish earlier, and now you just can't stop, can't you?" He sighed and pressed his lips to yours again.
"And yeah, I like you, Seiu."
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Tsukishima Kei Random Chat (Part 2)
pairing: tsukishima kei × reader
tags: established relationship, fluff, tsuki calls reader 'woman' once, stupidity, self-indulgence, tsuki is kinda ooc (i guess).
a/n: you can find the part 1 here.
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x you#hq#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima kei x you#tsukishima kei#tsukishima x reader#haikyuu tsukishima#hq smau
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rooftops
an: i just got hit with this little idea idk what's going on lmao but i was inspired by rooftops by surfaces!
pairings: timeskip!tsukishima x fem!reader
warnings: anxiety, childhood friends to lovers, food/drink and eating mentions, he is a mommas boy i decided
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tsukishima huffs as soon as he hangs up the call, resisting the urge to throw his phone onto the breakroom chair. another apartment rejection, making that the fourth one this week. his fingers rub his eyes beneath his glasses as he accepts defeat once and for all.
after his shift today, he will be driving himself and his many boxes of belongings in his car back to his childhood home. for how long? he's not sure.
that's the worst part, in his opinion.
the lease was up for the apartment that he shared with yamaguchi. sure, he could've renewed and stayed for another year. but he just needed a change. for the last few weeks, the two boys had spent every evening researching different apartments closer to their jobs without any luck. any place that did have availability was conveniently snatched up before they could press send on the application.
kei drives home that afternoon with a weird feeling in his stomach. a mix between nostalgia and disappointment that only gets stronger as he drives into town. the late spring brought blooming trees and swaying flowers, welcoming him back home again. when he pulls into the driveway, though, he feels tired.
besides his housing search, he recently lost out on a great promotion at work. he wasn't too torn up about it until he learned that it was because he was too committed to volleyball. yet another time when his interests and reality butted heads. he's been having some tougher practices lately, exhausting his body as well as his mind.
"hi mom," he mumbles, ducking his head as he opens his car door. "i'm sorry about all of this. i'll be out as soon as i can."
his mom only smiles, reaching in to grab a couple of his boxes.
"you can stay as long as you would like. besides, how lucky am i to have my son home again?" she kisses his cheek while he bends down to grab a few things, and he shakes his head despite the smile tugging at his lips.
"what happened with this last place?" she asks, setting the boxes down in his childhood room, dusting her hands off.
"who knows. they called me during my break but they didn't give a reason," kei sighs. the weird feeling bubbles in his stomach once more as he takes in his old room. "at this point i think they have it out for tadashi and i."
"maybe it just isn't meant to be!" his mom says over her shoulder as they go downstairs for the last few things. kei rolls his eyes at that. ever the optimist, his mom.
"how is she?"
he shuts the door to his car and rolls his eyes once more, but this time his mom just laughs.
"she's fine. still working, i suppose."
as soon as the two of you started dating, kei tried his best to keep his mom in the dark in hopes of avoiding her teasing. it didn't work, of course, she found out the day of from your own mom.
the one downside of being childhood friends.
it had only been a few weeks, navigating the now romantic side of your relationship, but everything felt right. it felt safe.
"you should have her over tonight! i would love to see her."
"i'm sure you would," kei says from behind his water glass. "she's probably tired, though. maybe this weekend."
his mom blinks at him from across the kitchen counter.
"what."
"you haven't told her."
he throws his head back. "no, mom, i haven't. what am i supposed to say? oh by the way i moved back in with my mom?" when he sits upright, he's met with a bowl of pork and rice.
"kei, you're being ridiculous. for one, you guys have known each other for what, fifteen years?"
"seventeen."
"fine, seventeen years. she's probably been here more times than you could count. plus, you and i both know she wouldn't say anything. she loves you no matter what."
as he chews, he thinks that his mom is probably right. but what if she isn't? besides, what woman wants to be with someone that still lives with their mom?
"i think i'm going to unpack. thanks for the food mom."
he trudges up the stairs, looking at the photos that line the walls. framed school portraits, other small photos like the one of him and akiteru in the backyard with superhero capes, and of course the framed photo of you and kei at the school dance your third year. when he gets into his room, he flops onto his bed the same way he did a few years before. he lifts his head to look out the window and smiles.
are you off work? i'm at my moms if you want to stop by.
he stares at the ceiling for a few minutes, contemplating unpacking when you text back.
i would love to :)
you got off work around 5, stopping at your place to change when kei texted you. your apartment is only a short walk from your old neighborhood, so you decided to enjoy the nice weather and walk over.
while you walked, you thought about how far the two of you had come. growing up in the same neighborhood with moms who became best friends meant you spent a lot of time with kei and akiteru. running through the sprinkler while your moms gossiped over lemonade, trick or treating with tadashi, and of course birthday parties. your friendship continued through school and college, late nights sprawled out on the couch while tadashi and kei held smash tournaments, sunday afternoons studying at your kitchen tables, and of course volleyball games.
you laugh to yourself, thinking about how your teenage self would react to hearing that the two of you are now dating, not just friends but something much more. magical and comfortable all at the same time.
"hey."
you look around the front of the tsukishima home, but your boyfriend is nowhere to be found.
"up here."
"kei? what the heck are you doing?"
sitting on the flat part of the roof beneath his bedroom window, your boyfriend leans back on his elbows. sitting in the same spot the two of you have sat hundreds of times before.
"what took you so long? that snail at the end of the driveway made it three laps around by the time you got here."
"i walked. what are you doing up there?"
he smirks. "come up and find out. mom knows you're coming."
you walk in through the front door, greeted by his mom before running up the stairs and to the right.
"what's the surprise?" you climb out of his window, grabbing his hand that he offers you before sitting down.
"nothing. just wanted to sit up here. the sun should be setting in a bit."
you hum. "what's brought you to your moms?"
kei doesn't say anything, but he grabs his hand in yours. his lack of response makes you raise an eyebrow.
"kei?"
he sighs. "i moved back in," his voice is quiet and mumbled, but he stares straight ahead. the sunset light making his freckles stand out on his cheeks. you're sure his eyes are bright and golden, but he wont look at you.
"well, you'll be closer to me," you nudge his side and he snorts, still looking forward. "but that's okay. wanna talk about it?"
"there's not much to say," he turns to you now. you can tell he's embarrassed. his cheeks are a little pink, matching the tips of his ears. he lets out a tired sigh. "our lease was up, but every single place we applied to has turned us down. we had to be out of there so i came home," like a child dies on his tongue. you're playing with his fingers in your lap.
"and tadashi?"
kei smiles. you can't help but wonder about your friend. you've always been this way, worrying about everyone else first.
"he's staying at his parents as well."
he feels extremely relaxed, every nervous feeling dissipating as the sun sets. his mom was right, but he'll never tell her that.
"how long are you staying?"
his fingers take his glasses in hand, twirling them for a second before turning to you. a sight you don't see as often as you'd like.
"until i find somewhere to stay is my guess. a week, maybe more. i just hate this," he covers his eyes, now laying back fully against the shingles of the roof. "seriously embarrassing."
"says who?"
he peeks at you through his fingers. "everyone."
you stare ahead towards the sunset again. your thoughts go back and forth for a minute or so, both of you sitting in silence. the scary thing about your relationship is the same as the best thing: your history. it's amazing because you know each other so well, you've been a part of each other's accomplishments and experiences. but at the same time, one wrong move and that could all go away, turning into only memories.
"i don't think it's embarrassing. you have a mother who loves you and welcomes you home. plus, at least your mom didn't turn your room into storage like mine," you deride, earning a smirk and a snort from your boyfriend. "but if it's that big of a deal to you, why don't you just move in with me?"
you stop, mouth shutting quickly to stop any other words from flying out. your face heats up and you stare ahead, refusing to see the reaction from the man laying beside you.
he's just as shocked as you. he looks up at the pink sky for a few seconds.
"o-okay."
"what?"
he sits up slowly, leaning back on his elbows once more, before slipping on his glasses. he turns to you with a small smile.
"i mean, why not. unless you didn't mean it,"
your eyes go wide. "no, i mean it! i mean, why not. i have the space, it's just me and i have an extra room you could use as an office. plus i already have a bed, and-"
"you're messy though."
you scoff. "i am not!"
he smirks, pulling you closer to lean into his chest. "i should move in so keep an eye on you. keep you from staying up too late. besides, i'm a great roommate. you would be lucky to have me."
you laugh. "i am lucky to have you, you're right."
kei stutters for a moment, before relaxing again. he's still not used to your compliments and flirting, but he can't get enough. he squeezes you a little tighter, kissing the top of your head.
"when can i move in?"
"monday? that way you can spend the weekend with your mom?"
he hums. "i like that plan."
the two of you sit on the roof for a while longer, watching the rest of the sunset in peace. kei feels happier, so excited to finally have somewhere to call home. he's actually thought about this for a while, coming home to you after a long day, going to bed with you and waking up to do it all again. being there for you when you’re sad, no longer relying on facetime or a quick call.
but for now he will enjoy the weekend, pretending to be young again.
he won’t admit it, but he’s also glad to live so close to home. but he can’t let his mom hear that.
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Tsukishima Kei headcanons
It's basically canon that he loves reptiles so I think he'd have smthg like a bearded dragon as a pet in the future
I think he prob has a collection of dinosaur plushies lmao and he's been collecting them since he was a kid (and he'd love it if you gifted him one)
He's in college preparatory classes and I feel like he prob was like the highest ranking student at least before he got really passionate about volleyball
If you guys were dating then I think he'd take you to the concert of his faves
I also believe that he prob uses his headphones so that people won't talk to him which is basically their second purpose lmao
I think he'd take you to a museum and tell you random facts about dinosaurs but then he'd also call you a loser for not knowing them
His favourite food is strawberry shortcake right so like imagine if you made one for him SKSKSKSJKSKS
When you guys are on a date and you try to talk to him, he'd say smthg like 'Do I know you??' to annoy tf out of you 💀
He def tries arguing with the teacher and asks argumentative questions, now the teachers prob ignore him even when they see him with a raised hand
I don't think he's scared of bugs, he just thinks they're disgusting
If you're shorter than him, then occasionally he'll act like he can't see you cause you're not in his line of vision
Makes some elaborate lies about the most random thing and then convinces Hinata (maybe even Kageyama) that it is true
I don't think he'd be affectionate when you're out but when you guys are alone together, he just asks for kisses or smthg randomly
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{ 117 }
shut up and dance with me.
tsukishima kei x fem.reader x oikawa tooru
college au
banner credit to @luneariaa ( and @madeimoisellesoleil for helping! )
dedicated to @svrakas for showing me the specific tiktok by @/5yaff that inspired this fic ♡
tsukishima kei was not a person who enjoyed going out to clubs-
yet the same couldn't be said about you, his girlfriend of 3 years.
he honestly felt so tired after coming home from a long day of classes. all he wanted to do was cuddle up next to you on your couch, put on some cheesy rom-com he knew would make you laugh and smile while indulging on your favorite takeout order.
yet the moment he entered your shared apartment and was greeted by your saccharine smile and melodious laughter, kei knew he was screwed.
because this- this was a telltale sign that you wanted something from him.
"alright spill, just what the hell do you want?"
you sputter a bit, appearing flustered while stomping your feet a bit (okay, he'll admit it, you were too fucking cute for your own good.)
"there's no need to be so rude, kei! i-i just thought, well... aren't you feeling a bit of cabin fever here? we haven't left our apartment in months."
kei scoffs while pushing up his glasses. "we've left the apartment plenty of times. or have you forgotten that we need groceries every month?"
"that's what i'm saying kei, i don't wanna leave our home just to do mundane things! i wanna go out to bars, i want to dance and just have a great time with my boyfriend!" as kei watches you go on and on about your supposed cabin fever, he notices how you kept pacing back and forth, sending him cute little pouty glances his way, your expression reminding him of a puppy desperate for attention.
"please can we go out and do something fun, kei, pleeeeaaase?"
he could feel the impending headache that was close to settling near his temple, yet something about disappointing you left a bad taste in his mouth.
with a sigh, he clenches his eyes shut while massaging the bridge of his nose. "alright fine, we can go out, but only for a few hours! when 11pm hits, we're out of there, got it?"
an excited squeal was heard coming from your parted lips, and kei relishes in the way you jump up against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to place a kiss against his lips before hurriedly bouncing away from him.
"i'll be out in 30 minutes, babe!"
he listens as you slam the door shut, running a hand through his blond hair while his golden irises narrow in annoyance, knowing he had to take some tylenol before heading out, just as a precaution to prevent any migraines from rearing its ugly head.
{ ... }
to say kei felt pissed the moment he stepped into the club would be a complete understatement.
he allows the heavy fumes to surround you and him, buying you one of your favorite drinks as he stands off to the side. his glare was obvious, and he kept you by his side throughout it all.
this was the worst idea ever, since kei did not feel like dancing. he refuses to remove himself from his spot on the wall, taking sips of his strawberry daiquiri that was way too sweet. from his periphery, he sees your jittery movements and asks what was wrong.
"uhm, well, this is my favorite song that's playing, and i'd really love it if you could dance with me, kei."
by now, the tylenol clearly was not working, for he could feel the pinpricks of a migraine beginning to break through, the dull pain coursing through him as he places the rest of the drink off to the side. your name comes out of his lips in an exasperated sigh. "if you want to dance, just dance by yourself. i have a headache and don't feel like doing anything."
kei refuses to allow your hurt expression to sway him, ignoring the painful lump in his throat at the sensation. he hated being the cause of your pain so much, even though he knows he can be a complete asshole at times.
he was about to say something, ready to change his mind and dance with you after all when the sight of someone with cinnamon brown hair and a wide grin stops him in his tracks.
"what's a pretty girl like you standing here all alone?" like a bucket filled with ice was just thrown at him, kei watches as your attention was stolen by that perfect stranger.
"oh, i-it's nothing. it's just, my favorite song is playing..."
"what?! then why are you waiting here?! let's go dance!"
not even looking back at him, kei watches as another man takes you in his arms and leads you to the dance floor, feeling the sharpest pain he had ever felt while watching you smiling and dancing with someone that wasn't him.
{ ... }
you decided to ignore kei the moment this handsome stranger whisks you away from him, giggling while having a great time dancing to your favorite song.
the man's rich laughter fills your ears, and you found your heart unexpectedly skipping its beats at the sound of it. "so... was that pissant your boyfriend?"
you roll your eyes while turning around to face him, still dancing with him while talking to him through the music, "yeah, he's an asshole, but... he's my asshole."
now that you could see him up close, you realized that this guy was utterly gorgeous. with gentle brown locks of hair cascading over his forehead and coffee brown eyes, you felt as though you could drown in his gaze. his full lips were upturned in a gentle smile when he suddenly leans in to whisper to you.
"don't look now, but i think your man is getting jealous."
"hmph, serves him right for not dancing with me."
you could feel the stranger's smile against the shell of your ear, "well, maybe this will get him to react like the way you want him to."
the fast-paced song suddenly turns into something slower and more intimate, making you gasp when your dance partner takes you in his arms while looking behind him. you couldn't tell what he was doing, but from the way he held up his hand while lifting up a finger aimed directly at your boyfriend, you could feel the heat rising up against your cheeks.
"you- why did you do that for?!"
the handsome stranger lets out another laugh before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "i can tell how much you love him, but just between you and me, if you ever want a real man in your life, come find me. my name's oikawa tooru..."
before you could even deny the need to ever find him, tsukishima was immediately standing in front of you, shoving oikawa away with his chest puffing out in response. "i think that's enough of you grinding on some other man's woman. know your place, asshole."
his voice was filled with venom as oikawa takes a step backwards, hands held up in feign defeat as amusement was seen shining in his chocolate brown gaze. "hey hey, no need to get so upset, i was just helping her have a good time, that's all."
"we're leaving."
unable to say anything else, you look back at oikawa and give him an apologetic expression, only to be met with his wide smile as he mouths something at you.
take care and be happy.
{ ... }
"yo, jackass, your blind date just saw that stunt that you pulled and left the bar."
oikawa was forced to look away from the retreating couple, meeting his best friend's angry gaze with a sheepish expression on his face. "ah, damn iwa, did izumi leave after all?"
"that's what i just told you." iwaizumi's scowl was enough to make oikawa laugh as he walks away from the dance floor and back to his table. "was this why you invited me? so i could keep the girls you reject company while you fuck around?"
"ah come on, don't be that harsh iwa-chan! because when you put it that way, it makes me sound like a bastard."
"that's because you are a bastard." iwaizumi lets out a huff while downing the rest of his drink. "that tall blond looked like he was ready to kick your ass."
"heh, i highly doubt that." oikawa takes his glass and takes a swig out of it. "i was just playing cupid, you know? his girl was way too cute for a tightass like him, so i just did something to make him take action."
oikawa has to bite back his laughter, making a tremendous effort to keep it from bubbling out of him. "you? playing cupid? don't make me sick, assikawa."
"alright alright, i'll shut up." he sighs while leaning back on his seat, thinking back to that super cute girl with that beanpole boyfriend. "she was really cute though, so i'm hopeful that she'll take me up on my offer..."
{ ... }
"kei, s-stop, you're going too fast- k-kei, you're hurting me!"
with a gasp, kei finally stops walking, looking behind him to see you holding back your tears. he looks down and finally realizes that he has been holding your hand in a vicegrip while dragging you along, further fueling his guilt.
letting you go, he turns away from you while letting out a string of curses.
"i know you want to do it, so just fucking do it." kei was glaring at you, and he knew that he was just jealous and upset, but he couldn't stop himself.
"d-do what, kei?"
he takes your hand and leads you towards an alleyway, somewhere private and away from any prying eyes. "i know you want to break up with me and go back into that bastard's arms, that's what you want, right? a fun and energetic guy that shares all of your interests and will dance with you on a whim?"
"if that's what you want, then go, go and just-" before kei could continue with his rant, he was suddenly stopped by you. he sees the way you stand on the tip of your toes, placing your hand against his jawline before kissing him. you perfectly place your lips against his in a gentle kiss, and he, being too enamored with how sweet you tasted, basks in it.
the moment your lips met with his, he forgot all about the anger and annoyance he felt. the jealousy was whisked away, forgotten like a puff of smoke escaping into the cold night air. not wanting to let you go, kei wraps his arms around you, allowing his fingertips to play with the soft strands of your hair.
he could feel his heart pounding from out of his chest when you pull away from the kiss first. your eyes were filled with adoration and kindness, and he felt like such a bastard all over again upon realizing that you still loved him, even now.
with a grunt of your name, kei wraps his arms around you, burying his face within your hair while murmuring an apology.
"'m sorry."
"i'm sorry, too." was your reply. you silently beckon him to face you, framing his handsome face with your two hands.
"i know you were probably tired from your classes and wanted to just stay in. i'm sorry for making you go out when you probably felt tired. how about we order some ramen and we can stop by that bakery and get you the strawberry shortcake that you love so much?"
kei was absolutely astounded by how sweet you were, making him give you a tiny frown, "you're not mad at me?"
"of course not, silly."
"you don't want to leave me?"
"nope!"
"even when i'm a bastard?"
"you're my bastard."
"and you still love me?"
"i'll always love you!" you answer him with the widest and most beautiful smile that kei felt his heart ache and turn soft in response.
he remains silent, simply embracing you once more while pressing a kiss against your hair.
"next time we go out, i promise i'll shut up and dance with you when you ask."
and truly, you wouldn't want him any other way ♡
a.n. - it's been so long since i've written anything for my haikyuu!! boys; this is currently unedited, but i hope you readers enjoy this story! 🥹
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
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reqs are open :)
the butterfly effect
tsukishima; 1,285 words; fluffy as all living fuck
he has always noticed the little things - the deep, rumbling hunger of the earth, the repeating shuffle of the summer wind, the soft tectonic movements of falling leaves, the velocities of birdsong. and even though he’d never admit it out loud (alright, maybe once or twice to yamaguchi, but does that even count?), he thinks that these are the important things. things that normal people wouldn’t notice, things that normal people take for granted.
“well, it’s just a high school club.”
is it?
“ah, i’m the normal guy, nice to meet you.”
are you?
after the match, you find him hunched over the basin in the boy’s bathroom, panting, his bandaged fingers clutching at the time-stained ceramic, his shoulders shaking as he tries to relearn the meaning of breath, of air, of only and just.
“you’re a liar,” you say, leaning against the bathroom door, keeping it propped open with your shoulder.
“and you’re not suppose to be in here,” he deadpans, glancing at you in the watermarked mirror. he sighs, splashing his face with his good hand before twisting off the faucet. slowly, he unbends himself, straightening up to his full height, dragging the back of his injured hand over his lips as he turns towards you.
“c’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are, and i don’t need anymore rumors of us dating going around school.”
his voice is calm, his expression neutral as he brushes passed you, but he doesn’t miss the way your eyes follow him like motion-based trackers; he can almost feel the crosshairs on his too-flushed cheeks, on his water-logged lashes. he turns back to raise an eyebrow. his heart is the flatline of an earthquake city, his stomach a tangle of twisted phone lines, all static and electricity and unsaid words.
“ah… so you have heard of them,” you muse even as you fall into step next to him.
he scoffs, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair.
“people at school aren’t known for their tact, especially not about things like this.”
you grin, linking your hands behind your back as you dance three steps in front of him, reveling in the way he narrows his eyes, in the way his steps stutter. he isn’t the only one who’s learned to listen to the language of silence, to the spaces between the words that give them meaning, that make them whole.
“and by people you really mean the second years, right?”
tsukishima sighs, tugging off his sports glasses to polish the lenses with the edge of his sweat-soaked shirt. you watch as he diligently wipes down one lens, and then the other, before stretching it back over his head, adjusting the straps.
“well, tanaka and noya, first and foremost.”
your laughter shakes through him like silver bells. he thinks he’d never get tired of the sound, and suddenly, it is winter and the sky is dark and the first snow of the season is falling around you and you’re laughing, spinning in circles beneath the snow-drift sky, your face turned up to the heavens, arms stretched out as if you’re three seconds from taking flight —
“tsukki! look! look! snow!”
he resists the urge to smile so he rolls his eyes instead; his breath comes out in a puff of white and somewhere out there, he knows that a hundred thousand other kids just like them are lifting their faces, marveling at the falling snow. he knows that somewhere along a stretch of land only 73 miles wide in mexico, a hundred million monarch butterflies are settling in to roost for the winter, and that each flap of those hundred million wings might shake a summer storm into existence, somewhere down the line.
“yeah. i see it.”
but right here, right now, in this rapidly emptying gymnasium hall, filled with the effervescent echoes of teenage dreams, he wonders if you are the hurricane. if you are the summer storm, and he is just the seismograph doomed to record your wreckage.
“so, what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, as the both of you resume your walk down the hall, towards where you both know the team is waiting, the third years still crying, hinata still hollering, kageyama too bloated with happiness to tell him to shut the hell up, yamaguchi probably preening beneath the praise of all his teammates.
“about the rumors, or about us not actually dating?”
you purse your lips, you shrug, but you blush as well. he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders lift up towards your ears, sweet and shy as sunflowers reaching for the last drop of sunlight.
“either. both,” you turn with a devious grin and flash him a wink, and not for the first time, tsukishima thinks he feels that deep, rumbling hunger; he knows the repeating shuffle of his thoughts about you, the soft tectonic movements of your body and his.
he knows the velocity of your voice, the resonance of your smiles, the way it shakes loose the sky within him till he almost tastes that sweet first snow, all that wake and wonder.
“hm… i dunno. you did call me a liar earlier.”
his grin is savage, satisfied. he almost laughs as your entire body inflates with indignation. he wonders how long he can tease you for before you float right off the ground — someday, he wants to try.
“well you are.”
“what, by saying i was normal?”
“yes, and that this was just a club.”
he blinks, he didn’t know you’d remembered. but then again, he should’ve known.
“well. it is, and… i am.”
you frown, taking three steps closer, caging him in even though he knows that he’s got at least a foot over you — a whole head and a half taller, and still —
“liar,” you say.
“hm… and what are you gonna do about it?”
he knows it’s coming three seconds before it does, but it doesn’t feel any less shocking. the warmth of your lips on his, the half-stolen breath still poised in his chest, the widening of his eyes before they flutter closed. there are no fireworks, no explosions, no earthquakes or natural disasters. there’s just this moment, just him and you and your lips on his and —
you take half a step back.
he allows himself a smile.
because he’d never wanted them to just be rumors and he knew that he’d never, ever be considered normal. not by you, or him, or anyone else.
“ahhh… now you’ve done it,” he says, with a soul-rumbling sigh, reaching out to jab his finger into your cheek. he marvels at the way your eyes still widen, as if you never saw that coming.
“done what?” you ask, even as he reaches out to tug on the ends of your ponytail, making you laugh.
“tch. you know what,” he scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he slinks passed you, his eyes cast up, his cheeks tingling with a blush he can’t quite tamp down. and when you hurry to catch up with him, bumping your arm into his, he doesn’t make to move away. instead, he bumps you back and basks in the way your footsteps sound, ringing out against the empty gymnasium halls.
because, sure, this might just be a high school relationship — or it just might be falling in love.
and as he reaches down, hesitates, and finally, finally grabs your hand, somewhere out there, he feels a butterfly flap its wings.
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Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹
III. Bloodrushing
Sum: first day of camp. It wouldn’t be to bad could it? She has enough to distract her from her ex. Like a fellow blonde first year who may or may not be looking for her constantly.
warnings: standing on businesses with an ex! Tsuki being a hater, cursing, flirting, reader not being sly whatsoever when flirting, toxic themes.
(IV.)
.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.
Snap out of it.
She groaned into her hands, why could he just quit. His eyes never left her movement she could feel him staring her down how he took in her body so unapologetically. “It’s the first day you can’t avoid me forever.” His voice was heard from behind her.
“Leave me alone Konoha.” She turned facing him.
His face soft his body was leaned against the wall “Don’t be like that..” he muttered his hand going up to her face.
“No, I get to be however the fuck I want remember you got neck from some other bitch. In your mom’s car. I’ll act how I please.” She spoke harshly pushing past him.
“You’re still stuck on that?” He scoffed. Watching as she walked away.
His comment making her stop in her tracks. Ahead of her she saw Kuroo talking to karasunos captain, both captains making eye contact with her. Watching as she turned around her braids whipping around her body “your fucking joking right.”
“Yeah I’m still stuck on it because you cheated on me!” That wasn’t truly the worst part, what made it worst was that is was a girl who you were worried about, a girl who was in him dms and he only said ‘I don’t even know her like that, she’s just a classmate.’
He rolled his eyes, she watched his face drop his arms once crossed fall to his sides, his eyes glaring at whoever was behind her.“go fuck yourself, or I will send Yamamoto after you. He bites.” Kuroo spoke.
She only smiled waving him off.
“Still can’t believe you dated him..” kuroo dissed.
“He’s good with his words..” she answered Turing and walking past her captain him following behind.
She was honest because he was good with his words, but cheating on her was the final straw. And everyone knew it. She wouldn’t waste her time on him because he didn’t deserve forgiveness. She was irritated beyond belief, a small frown displayed on her lips as she walked past the karasuno team.
“What’s her problem.” Tsukishima asked facing his best friend.
Yamaguchi only shrugged, she was talking to some guy. What did he say to make her upset, what about his presents made Kuroo intervene?
Tsukishima continued to look for her through your the day yet only saw her a few times but her attention was turned to something else. She still had this look a look of disgust maybe she was upset, was it because of what that guy said. Who was he to her.
“Tsukii you’re staring.” Yamaguchi spoke softly poking his friend.
“What. No im not.” He scoffed.
His eyes only leaving her for a second. But when he looked back she was looking as him, his eyes held her gaze. A small smile appeared on her face as she gave him a little wave, him only giving her a nod. Once she turned away his face heated. The blood rushing to his ears and face, over a simple wave. This is stupid, “punch me in I keep looking at her.” He whispered towards his friend who gave him a questionable look.
Yamaguchi may have not punched him out called him out every single time throughout the day luckily he finally got away from it. It was now dinner everyone was settled in their rooms the first day was real just a day to get comfortable meeting others the whole jiff. “Tsukii, just go talk to her.” He said to his friend as the walked down to the dining hall.
He glared at his friend “Talk to who!” A feminine voice came from behind them.
Tsukishimas and yamaguchi to look behind them quickly and there she stood. Her hair much longer than the last time he saw her in multiple braids some pulled behind in a clip. She wore the same red track suit but it was zipped down under the bust of her Brest. Gold jewelry commenting her bronze features, his eyes meet hers, “who do you need to talk to stalker?” She laughed lightly.
He coughed removing his gaze from hers “nobody, how about you stop being so nosy.”
She rolled her eyes “Such an attitude huh?” She spoke towards Yamaguchi her finger pointing at his blonde friend. She watched as yamaguchis eyes met his friends giving him a quick smile as he sped up.
“Your friend seemed nervous.” She spoke.
He sighed stuffing his hands in his pocket “He’s always like that.”
She hummed in response “what about you? are you always.. this pink in the face. Are you nervous stalker.”
He scoffed “I am not nervous! You don’t make me nervous.”
“I didn’t say that.” She hummed.
Shit. His glaring eyes met hers, hers big as she looked up at him. She knew what she was doing and he hated how she had this type of reaction out of him. She was confident, cocky. And he was nervous.
“Why so quiet Tsukii.” She teased.
“I have nothing to say, brat.” He spoke closing his eyes as he stuck his nose in the air.
She grabbed him by the sleeve making him look down at her “You blush like a school girl.” She whispered.
He froze as he watched her walk into the dining hall. “I- I do not!” He said a little louder than hoped his voice causing a few people to look towards him.
His hands dropping to his sides his fist clutching “I’m sorry Tsukishima what wrong?” She asked her tone mocking.
“I do not.”
“Don’t what baby?” She asked smiling crossing her arms, her head tilting.
“I-, nothing. It’s whatever.” He muttered glaring at her.
She nodded, her body turing away from him heading to get herself food. He just stood there only for a moment before going to sit next to Yamaguchi. A fowl expression displaying on his features.
“Wow wow wow, someone embarrassed?” Nishinoya spoke.
“Noya..” Daichi warned him.
“She practically bitched you out.” Tanaka said, taking a bite of his food.
A harsh glare was sent his way, “you should go get dinner before people start going up for seconds.” The sound of her voice making him tense up. He watched as the eyes of his teammates went back and forth between the two. He groaned turned around standing up.
“I’ll get food when I feel like it.” He spoke their bodies close together a sly smile on her lips as he glared down at her.
“Is that why you stood up?” She spoke softly her tone flirtatious.
His frown deepened “careful you’ll get wrinkles, now go eat or I’ll stick your coach on you.” She smiled shifting her body letting him walk around her.
He rolled his eyes muttering a small “fine.” As he walked away. She turned towards the team giving the a quick smile before walking with one of her own boys.
“That was hot. Mostly because of her.” Sugawara said.
Daichi scoffed punching his friend in the arm “Hey! You know I’m right!” Suga defended himself pointing at the captain.
She was so close to him. His heart was pounding out of his chest, in front of the team the people that will tease the shit out of him, over a stupid girl. Tsukishimas girl tightened around the tray. “Careful you’ll break the danm thing if you squeeze it hard enough.” A voice next to him spoke.
Looking over Tuskishima met with the face that’s he was talking to earlier. He was shorter then himself but older, his hair was dirty blonde almost gray, his eyes narrow and dark. “How do you know Nekomas manager.” Tsukishima asked with out a second thought.
The expression on his face changing not a lot but enough, that it was more of a scowl. Or maybe it was his face. “She’s my ex. Trying to fix things but she just acting like-“
“Like a what?” Tsukishima and a voice from next to Konaha. Akaashi was his name maybe.
“Nothing. She just holds grudges.” He muttered moving around Tsukishima.
Akaashi eyes met his. “She doesn’t hold grudges he cheated on her.” He spoke towards tsukishima.
Oh. Oh no fucking way. That made Tsukishimas blood boil, “he what?”
“Yep say you talk to her more about it not my business to share.” Akaashi spoke, leaving tsukishima.
How could someone cheat. There is no excuse for it. And someone like him doing that to her. Just another reason to dislike him, hate? Yeah that’s a fitting word. His scowl pretty much boring into the back of his head Tsukishima could tell his eyes would steal glances at her, stare at her. Yet when he would follow Konaha gaze she was looking at him. Looking at tsukishima.
“You’re staring. Is she at-lest staring back?” Noya teased.
“Take a look for yourself.” He muttered pointing his fork up.
Noya and Tanaka looked back and she sure was, her eyes moving elsewhere as the two second yeas stared at her. “Is she secretly your girlfriend.” Noya asked his eyes squinting at the first year.
“No.” He rolled his eyes.
“Just learned her name a few days ago.”
“Okay you two are practically eye fucking eachother from across the cafeteria.” Tanaka spoke, a firm hand landing on his back.
“How about you mind your business, she’s obviously not into either of you.” Daichi spoke a smile on his face.
The two second years began to bicker with their captain, tsukishima scoffed standing up with his tray. Disposing it, he watched as she walked out the doors Konaha following her a bit after. Would it be wrong of him if he followed them, stalkerish maybe? “She dose call me a stalker.” He said tossing his cup in the dish tub.
He heard the sound of quiet bickering from the side of a gym. He listened, Konaha begging her for some type of forgiveness over and over and simple of her telling him to go fuck himself. The argument continuing to get heated, the way he spoke to her made tsukishima mad. Her calm tone soon became more angery, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Konaha Let go of me.” She yelled.
“She said let go man.”
Y/n and Konaha eyes darted towards Tsukishima, Konaha hands letting go of her wrist. “Oh, so what? You’re fucking around with a first year?”
“Fuck off Konah, leave me alone or I will report you to your coach for harassment.” She spoke.
“Common admit it, you’re fucking with him.” Konaha spoke close to her face.
“You keep acting like that I’ll fuck him just to piss you off even more. Also remember your brother likes younger girls.” She spat.
“Fuck you.”
His body shoved past her, knocking her of balance.
“Are you alright.” He asked.
“Yeah I’m great.”she groaned rubbing her wrist.
His eyes watched her for a moment her lip quivering a bit, “do you want someone to walk you to your room?” He asked his hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“I dont need a hero stalker thanks for showing up.” She hissed.
“Not trying to be a hero geez.” He said, “just trying to be friendly.”
Her eyes met his “sorry..”
“Just, yeah I’m sorry. We can walk.” She spoke softly.
He nodded walking up to her, the walked in silence a type of silence that wasn’t awkward but comfortable. He took glances at her here and there she looked as if she was going to cry but scream. But she let it to herself, her fingers pulling at the lose skins on her fingers.
“Are you nervous?” He asked his tone being more teasing then planed.
His watched as she laughed a little “oh really? Me nervous no never.”
His lip twitched up a bit “whatever.”
His body faced hers a bit more as they walked “did you mean that? What you said earlier that you’d fuck me just to piss him off.” He asked, his cheeks flushed as he restated the comments.
He watched her expression change to embarrassment “Well I just said it in the heat of the moment! Hah.. sorry im petty and I knew it would get under his skin sorry if the bothered you.” She spoke quickly.
Tsukishima wouldn’t mind, not one bit send a pic while at it. But what made this moment even vey was how nervous her tone was, a comment that was made in the moment and she’s nervous. By no means was it a figure of speech. And they both knew it. The conversation continued in just small stuff, nothing to get to know one another crazy enough. But he enjoyed it, listening to her talk how she talked with her hands that she had this awkward nature when she was nervous, but it wasn’t anything to ruin the vibe.
“This is where I’m at, sadly you can come if because it’s a girls dormitory.” She spoke stepping up a stair.
He nodded “yeah my curfew is about to hit do I couldn’t even come up to entertain you what a shame for you huh.” He srugged.
She laughed, the bloodrushing to his face as she did so. He cleared his throat “Goodnight Maverick.” He bowed lightly. “Goodnight Tsukishima, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She waved heading into the door. Tsukishima stood there watching for a moment.
“It’s not like she’s leaving forever you’ll see her tomorrow stupid” he muttered to himself. As he took a deep breath he put his headphones on and walked to his room. It’s gonna be an entertaining two weeks..
Closing the door behind her she let her body weigh fall against it. Letting out a sigh a small grin on her face. He wasn’t so bad sassy yeah but he could be nice. Her mind wondering over the thoughts of him, she noticed he smelled like lemons and mint a lingering smell of old spice maybe? She couldn’t tell but he smelled good. How he constantly pushed up his glasses because the fell down the bridge of his nose. She let her hands fall to her sides groaning.
The sound of her phone going off catching her attention, a group text with some of the boys. Kuroo sending the first text. (Open for the text!)
“Brother.” She groaned opening the text.
Turing off her phone she sighed standing up, if there was one thing she was thankful for was they looked out for her. They always did, but it was too soon to even tell them anything on that idea.
Time will tell right?
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You Look Better When You're Crying
Kinktober day 5 Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader
Word count:556
Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Darcryphilia, piv, overstim, squirting
Synopsis:You and Tsukishima have been fucking for hours and you can't help but cry from pleasure
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Tears stream down your face feeling Tsukishima long thick cock fuck you insides, your cunt numb from his hard thrusts. Your clit is swollen the bed is soaked under you from the previous orgasms, “Fuck you were made for me baby,” he grunts into your shoulder nipping at it as you moan your nails dragging down his back leaving red marks in it’s tracks.
The sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room, his cum filled balls slapping against your ass with each thrust, “Keep crying for me baby.” He puts his hand on the side of your face cradling it as the hand on your hip squeezes you so hard that it will leave a bruise.
Arching your back into him, you can fill his dick poking your womb, the feeling sending you to a bliss. Your mind hazy as he fucks you into being cock drunk, “All you can do is cry for me baby huh? Can’t talk? Dick too good?” he teases with a smirk on his sweaty face.
You moan and whimper his name loving the way he feels inside you, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes and dropping on the pillow, “You look so pretty when you cry for me baby.” Tsukishima runs his hands up and down your shaking body, feeling your smooth skin against his palms has him speeding up his pace. “O-oh fuck Kei,” you mange to sob out.
His brutal pace has your cunt squeezes around for the fourth time tonight, your nails digging into his back possibly drawing a bit of blood, you gush around his cock your fluids landing on the bed and his lower stomach.
Both your breathing is getting heavier by the time Tsukishima cums again his hips slowing down the coming to a stop, “Shit, with you crying like that baby, makes me so fucking hard.” You whimper at his words, more tears falling from your eyes, Tsukishima leans down to kiss your tear stained face, he peppers kisses along your face and neck watching as you grind into him looking for more friction.
“I need more, Kei” you whimper into his kiss as he reaches your lips, he gives you a quick peck before he moves his hips again. Beads of sweat cover both your foreheads when Tsukishima moves again, you can feel every inch of cock in cunt, every vein when he moves in and out of you. His and yours cum dripping out with each thrust, your eyes roll to the back of your head when Tsukishima’s cock repeatedly pokes you sweetspot.
Your warm pussy hugs Tsukishima’s cock making it twitch when you subconsciously squeeze your hole, “Quit squeezing me Y/N” he groans, his hard thrust making more tears fall from your eyes but Tsukishima is quick to wipe them away.
He slowed his pace down pulling is cock out only leaving the tip in before roughly thrusting it back in, and doing it again and again. “Fuck Kei, you’re so fucking rough,” crying into your hand embarrassed that you’re crying from how good his dick feels, “Cum with me sweetheart,” he whispers to you kissing your cheek “fuck I’m coming,” you squirt and cream on his cock, Tsukishima following soon after, his thick warm load filling your hole up.
“One more Y/N”
“WHAT”
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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐍𝐨 ✯ 𝐊.𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚
"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙮"
PAIRING. Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader
CONTENT. Angst, Cheating Tsukishima
Y/N and Tsukishima, a couple engaged to be married, until a shocking revelation of Tsukishima's infidelity rocks Y/N's world on the eve of their wedding.
WC. 3.4k
A/N. Writers block rn. I really liked the symbolism and metaphor and writing I used in this one so I hope you enjoyed it as well. I might rewrite my older and short ones cause I hate them so much. Anyways, Inspired by My Best Friend's Wedding (1997)
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Masterlink - Songs Unwritten
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city skylines where Y/N and Tsukishima's love story began. It was a place filled with memories and promises, but today, the air was heavy with uncertainty. Tomorrow was meant to be the day when Y/N would become Tsukishima's wife, the day they had eagerly awaited and planned for. Yet, fate had a cruel twist in store.
Y/N had always been a girl of hope and dreams. Growing up, she had always believed in love and soulmates. Her engagement to Tsukishima was supposed to be a fairy tale come true.
When she first met Tsukishima, Y/N couldn't help but be intrigued by his stoic and reserved demeanor on the volleyball court. It was a chilly autumn afternoon, and they were both participating in a local volleyball tournament. Y/N had always been drawn to the sport, and she eagerly observed the players, seeking to learn from their techniques and tactics.
As she watched the matches unfold, her attention was drawn to a tall and lanky tall young man in the middle position. Tsukishima's movements were precise and calculated, and he displayed a level of skill that impressed even the most seasoned players. However, what caught Y/N's attention the most was the intensity in his eyes and the way he seemed to keep his emotions tightly locked away.
Curiosity got the better of her, and during a break between sets, Y/N decided to strike up a conversation with him. "You're an excellent middle blocker. Your blocks are on point."
Tsukishima glanced at her briefly, his expression remaining impassive. "Thanks," he replied curtly.
Undeterred by his reserved response, Y/N continued, determined to break through his shell. "I've seen you play a few times before. Your techniques are impressive. How long have you been playing volleyball?"
"Since elementary school," he replied tersely, not offering any more information.
Y/N sensed his reluctance to engage in conversation, but she was determined to connect with him on some level. As the tournament progressed, she made small efforts to strike up conversations during breaks, asking about his favorite plays or how he got into volleyball. It was a slow process, but Y/N's genuine interest and friendliness gradually began to chip away at Tsukishima's guarded exterior.
Over time, they found themselves exchanging more than just volleyball-related conversations. They discovered shared interests in books, music, and even silly jokes that would elicit a rare chuckle from Tsukishima. Y/N learned that beneath his aloof façade, he had a dry wit that matched her own, and they found comfort in each other's subtle sarcasm.
As their conversations grew more frequent, Y/N noticed that Tsukishima's walls were starting to come down. He seemed more at ease, even cracking a genuine smile from time to time. Y/N was thrilled that she was able to break through the barriers he had built around himself.
Tsukishima's childhood friend, Asami, became a part of their lives too. They were the three musketeers, but little did Y/N know that the bond between Tsukishima and Asami was deeper than she imagined. They even had a lighthearted marriage pact with Asami, Tsukishima's childhood friend, that if none of them were married by the age of 30, they would marry each other.
But life took a different turn when Y/N came into the picture. Tsukishima and Y/N's connection was undeniable, and they fell in love deeply and irrevocably. Their love seemed to transcend the bounds of their childhood pact, and they decided to get engaged, looking forward to a lifetime of happiness together.
As the soft evening light streamed through the curtains, Y/N found herself lost in a whirlwind of memories. The room felt filled with echoes of laughter and whispered promises as she reminisced about the journey that led her to this very moment. Her fingers gently traced the delicate gold band adorning her finger – the engagement ring that symbolized the love story she had always dreamed of.
It was a lazy evening, and Y/N had decided to surprise Tsukishima with a visit to his home. The knot of anticipation tightened in Y/N's stomach as she approached Tsukishima's house. Tomorrow was meant to be the day of their long-awaited wedding, and she had come over to surprise him with the final touches they had planned together. A warm smile graced her lips, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw the arrangements they had made.
However, as she pushed the door open, her heart plummeted to her feet. Right at the entrance, a pair of unfamiliar women's shoes lay neatly placed, catching her eye like a glaring beacon. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. Thoughts raced, but she couldn't deny the sinking feeling in her chest.
An unsettling sense of dread took over as Y/N stepped further into the house, her footsteps echoing in the silence. "Tsukishima?" she called, hoping for an explanation, hoping that she was wrong.
What Y/N saw shattered her world into a million pieces. There, in the dimly lit room, stood Tsukishima and Asami, their hands intertwined as they gazed into each other's eyes with a tenderness that was meant only for lovers. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she tried to comprehend the scene before her.
Her voice quivered as she walked through the house, and the sight that met her eyes was a painful blow to her heart. In the living room, there they were – Tsukishima and Asami, sitting close together, their hands intertwined, their faces far too close for Y/N's comfort.
The room seemed to spin around her, and she clutched her chest, trying to steady her breath. Her vision blurred with tears, and she took a step back, unable to bear the betrayal before her.
Asami's eyes widened with guilt, and Tsukishima's face turned pale, realizing that their secret had been exposed. Y/N took a step back, her mind racing, desperately searching for an explanation or a reason that could justify what she had just witnessed.
The damage had been done, and Y/N could hardly bring herself to look at either of them.
"I-I can't believe this," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief. "How could you do this to me, Tsukishima?"
Asami looked equally guilty, her eyes filled with remorse. "Y/N, we never wanted you to find out like this. It just happened, and we never meant to hurt you."
Y/N felt a mix of emotions – anger, betrayal, and heartbreak. Her whole world felt like it was crumbling around her, and she struggled to find her footing amidst the chaos of her emotions.
Tsukishima reached out to her, his voice filled with regret. "Y/N, please, let me explain. It's not what you think. It was a mistake, and I never wanted to hurt you."
"How can you say that?" Y/N choked out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You knew how much I loved you, and yet, you chose to betray me."
The words hung heavy in the air, and the pain was palpable. Y/N turned on her heels and ran out of the house, feeling like she couldn't breathe. The world outside felt like a blur, but she kept moving, seeking solace and clarity amidst the chaos in her heart.
Y/N found herself standing on the same beach where she and Tsukishima had once shared beautiful moments. The waves crashed relentlessly against the shore, mirroring the turmoil in her soul.
She clutched the engagement ring on her finger, a painful reminder of the love and dreams that had shattered. The future she had envisioned had crumbled into pieces, leaving her heartbroken and lost.
At that moment, she didn't know what to do or where to go. But as she stared out into the vastness of the ocean. As Y/N stood on the beach, gazing out at the vast expanse of the ocean, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair. The crashing waves mirrored the turmoil within her, and she was torn between holding onto the love she once believed in and the pain of the betrayal that had shattered it.
Tomorrow was meant to be the day she had dreamed of – the day she would marry Tsukishima, her soulmate, and start a new chapter of their lives together. But now, it felt like all those dreams were being thrown away, lost in the depths of the ocean before her.
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and heartbreak. Part of her wanted to confront Tsukishima, to demand answers, to try and salvage what was left of their love. But another part of her knew that the trust had been broken, and nothing could ever be the same again.
As the sun set on the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow across the water, Y/N sank to her knees on the sand. She clutched her engagement ring tightly, feeling the weight of its symbolism in her hand. It was a symbol of the love they had once shared, but now, it felt like a painful reminder of the love that had been lost.
Her heart ached, not just for herself but for everyone who had been excitedly preparing for the wedding. Friends and family had come together to celebrate their love, but now, it seemed like it had all been a facade.
She closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up once more. It wasn't just the wedding she was mourning; it was the future she had imagined with Tsukishima – the laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of love and understanding.
As Y/N stared out at the ocean, lost in her thoughts, a figure caught her eye in her peripheral vision. Turning her head, she saw Asami running towards her, her face etched with worry and concern.
"Y/N!" Asami called out, breathless as she reached her side. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you okay?"
Y/N felt a mix of emotions at the sight of Asami – the woman who had been at the center of the painful revelation. Part of her wanted to push her away, to demand answers, but another part yearned for someone to lean on in her moment of vulnerability.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she turned her gaze back to the ocean, unable to meet Asami's gaze. "How could you?" she choked out, her voice trembling with hurt. "How could both of you betray me like this?"
Asami's face fell, and she knelt beside Y/N, her voice filled with remorse. "I know I can't justify what happened, and I never intended to hurt you, Y/N. It was a mistake, and I regret it deeply."
Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to hear an apology and wanting to push Asami away. "A mistake?" she whispered, her voice filled with bitterness. "Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in right now?"
Asami reached out to touch Y/N's hand gently. "I can't undo what happened, but I'm here now. Please, let me try to explain."
A part of Y/N wanted to turn away, to shut Asami out completely. But another part couldn't help but yearn for closure and understanding, as painful as it might be.
Taking a deep breath, Asami began to speak, her voice soft and remorseful. "It started out as innocent , Y/N. Tsukishima and I have known each other since childhood, and we had this marriage pact. But as we spent more time together recently, old feelings resurfaced, and we made a mistake. I'm so sorry."
Y/N listened, her heart torn between anger and sadness.
"Why didn't you both tell me?" Y/N asked, her voice trembling with emotion. "You were both going to let me marry Tsukishima without knowing the truth?"
Asami looked down, her guilt evident in her eyes. "We knew it was wrong, and we wanted to stop, but we were scared of hurting you even more. It was selfish, and I regret it deeply."
Y/N took a deep breath, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "He's got you on a pedestal but me in his arms," she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is that how it was all along? Was I just a place holder for him?"
Asami looked down, her gaze filled with guilt. "I can't speak for Tsukishima's feelings, Y/N. But I do know that you mean a lot to him. He loves you, but he also made a terrible mistake."
As Y/N stood there in front of Asami, clutching the engagement ring tightly in her hand, her tears fell like raindrops on a stormy night.
Just as she was about to speak, she heard a familiar voice call out her name. Tsukishima emerged from the shadows, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and regret.
"Y/N, please," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Give me a chance to explain."
But the pain within Y/N was too raw, too overwhelming to bear. "Explain what, Tsukishima?" she cried, her voice breaking with each word. "The lies, the betrayal? There's nothing left to say."
Tsukishima took a step closer, reaching out as if to touch her, but he hesitated. "I know I made a terrible mistake," he said, his voice choked with remorse. "But please, let me try to make it right."
Y/N's heart ached, torn between wanting to believe him and wanting to shield herself from further pain. "How can you make this right?" she asked, her voice filled with anguish. "You're engaged to me!"
As Tsukishima looked into her tear-filled eyes, his own filled with pain. "I was a fool, Y/N. I let my fear and confusion cloud my judgment. I never wanted to hurt you, but I let my emotions get the best of me."
Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks, and she shook her head, unable to find the strength to forgive him just yet. "Why did you even ask me to marry you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crashing waves.
Tsukishima stepped closer, his desperation evident. "Please, don't throw the ring away," he implored. "It meant something once, and I want the chance to prove to you that it can mean something again."
In that moment, Y/N's heart wavered, torn between the love she had once shared with Tsukishima and the pain of his betrayal. The memory of the happiness they had once found in each other tugged at her heartstrings.
Summoning all the courage she had left, Y/N shook her head, tears falling like raindrops. "I can't, Tsukishima," she said, her voice resolute.
The weight of the engagement ring on her finger felt suffocating, a constant reminder of the shattered dreams and broken promises. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she knew that she couldn't carry the burden of that ring any longer.
With trembling hands, she removed the engagement ring, the symbol of a love that had turned to betrayal. As she held it in her palm, her heart ached with the weight of the decision she was about to make. She looked at the ring, its delicate gold band gleaming in the fading light, and she knew that it no longer held the same significance it once did.
With a mix of pain and determination, she flung her arm forward, releasing the ring into the vast expanse of the sea. It glimmered for a moment in the sunlight before disappearing beneath the waves, swallowed by the ocean's depths.
As the ring vanished from sight, Y/N felt a sense of pain wash over her.
The sea seemed to embrace her grief, its vastness swallowing her sorrow.
As the ring disappeared beneath the water's surface, Y/N felt an overwhelming emptiness engulf her. The tears kept falling, and she knew that walking away from him wouldn't erase the pain she felt.
Her heart shattered into a million pieces, and the world around her seemed to blur into a haze of desolation. The love she had once believed to be eternal had crumbled, and she was left standing on the precipice of a dark and unknown future.
With a heavy heart, she turned away from the sea, Asami and Tsukishima, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. The beach, once a place of happiness and laughter, now held only memories of betrayal and heartache.
Days turned into weeks, and the ache in Y/N's heart showed no signs of subsiding. The pain of betrayal lingered, leaving her feeling lost and adrift. She tried to keep her distance from both Tsukishima and Asami, seeking solace in the company of friends who were always there to support her.
One evening, as she was going through old messages on her phone, Y/N stumbled upon a post. It was a picture of Tsukishima and Asami standing together, their arms wrapped around each other with smiles that felt like a cruel twist of fate.
As her eyes widened in shock, she began to scroll through the messages and discovered the truth. Tsukishima and Asami had indeed gone through with the wedding, sealing their love just a few hours after Y/N's heart had been shattered. They didn't want all that money and venue to go to waste and just like that her dreams were stolen from her.
The revelation hit Y/N like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of her. It was a betrayal on a whole new level, as if the universe was conspiring against her, mocking her pain. The two people she had trusted the most had found comfort in each other, using their deceit to validate their actions.
"How could they?" Y/N whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. It felt like a knife through her heart, adding salt to the wounds that were still raw and bleeding.
The sense of betrayal and hurt overwhelmed her, and she felt a mix of anger, sorrow, and confusion. It was as if the world had collapsed around her, and she found herself questioning everything she once believed in.
At that moment, Y/N couldn't see a path forward. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling lost and broken. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the bitter reality was that there were no answers that could mend her wounded heart.
In the distance, the sun began to set, casting a melancholic glow over the apartment. As darkness descended, it mirrored the darkness that had settled within Y/N's soul.
Grief washed over her in waves, as she mourned not only the love that was lost but also the future that could have been. She pictured the life they had planned together – a home filled with love, laughter, and children, growing old hand in hand.
But now, those dreams lay shattered, scattered like fragments of glass on the cold ground. The pain was all-consuming, leaving her feeling adrift and lost in a sea of sorrow.
Y/N felt as if her heart was like an artist's scrapped work discarded in the trash bin. The pain of the shattered love was akin to the pain of watching something she had poured her heart and soul into being tossed aside, unappreciated and unwanted.
The canvas of their love story, once filled with vibrant colors and promising strokes, now lay in ruins, torn apart by deceit and betrayal. She could almost see the paint splattered across the floor, an abstract representation of the chaos that had consumed her emotions.
She had invested so much in this masterpiece, carefully adding each brushstroke with love and hope. But as fate would have it, the canvas had been marred beyond repair, leaving her feeling like an artist who had lost her way.
Her memories served as a painful reminder of what could have been – a love story that was meant to be cherished and admired. Instead, it had been abandoned, a casualty of human flaws and weaknesses.
She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit bruised and battered. The red strings of fate that she had once believed in now felt like a cruel joke, a reminder that love didn't always lead to happiness.
Fate had played a cruel trick, entangling her heart with the wrong person, and how she was left to untangle herself.
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Summery: You are sick and a your childhood bestfriend taking care of you.
Genre: Fluff?
Warning: none, typos. (Not proofread)
Requested: No.
A/n: I planned to make a oikawa fic but changed to him because I love him.
You and tsukishima has been friends since childhood along with Yamaguchi. you both would bicker with eachother over the smallest thing and Yamaguchi have to butt in to solve the matter.
But despite that you both cared for eachother, even though you both would say awful things yet you both won't leave eachother's side if needed. But ofcourse you won't tell eachother that.
but today is different, you caught a flu and your parents were gone for business purposes leaving you alone. Your migraine has gotten worse than it was before.
cough after cough left from your mouth. you were tired of this flu. Can't breath properly. You sneezed for the fifth time.
But you for startled by a sudden knock on your door.
"Come in"
You spoke in a low voice, you had a sore throat.
"You shouldn't let anybody enter into your room without asking who are they"
a the door flew out and the owner of the voice traveled himself.
"It's fine, it's you."
"But there would be some time I won't be the one standing, so be careful"
"Awww someone's caring"
he glared at you making you laugh.
"What brings you here kei?"
"Your mom informed me that you caught flu, came to check on you"
You smiled at him cheekily.
"Is that so? Wow thanks kei"
You giggled once again but soon coughed.
"God, you look awful"
"What did you just said?"
"You got a hearing probelm??"
You shot a glare at him making him chuckle.
"aww is the little kid getting mad? Sorry didn't mean to"
there was it again. His snarky comments.
you both bickered for some time and then he decided to ask about your medicine.
"Mhm, I'm taking them"
lie.
He clearly knew that how much you despise medicines, 'it's bitter and hard to swallow' that's what you say everytime you try to take medicine.
"Yeah sure"
he opens the drawer and took out the medicine box, it looked like nobody touched it yet.
He took out the medicine and handed you.
"C'mon hurry up, i don't have all day"
He groaned.
"How did you even-"
"Just take it"
He handed you a glass of water and forced you to take the medicine.
"Kei i hate it"
You throwed some tantrums at him which didn't worked since he looked unfazed by it.
Due to not eating anything your stomach grambles as loudly as possible making you whine.
The blonde male sighed knowing you haven't touched any food. So he decide to cook something edible. He isn't a good cook at all but he knows the basic to make a porridge.
"Here"
He placed the food on your bed carefully not to drop it.
You had a disgusting expression on your face. Knowing you won't touch the food he hold the spoon to your mouth almost shoving it which made the spoon hit your lips and you let out a soft groan and he took the chance putting the porridge inside your mouth.
"Kei, what the hell"
he rolled his eyes and didn't said anything while feeding you the porridge.
After finishing the food (you almost threw up) he decided to put you to sleep.
"Wait you still have one medicine left"
He quickly took out the last medicine and handed you, you lazily took it.
Finally tiredness was getting you, so you laid down more and pulled the sheets closer to your body making you curl up into a ball.
He noticed your tiring state and thought you have fallen asleep.
"Sleep tight"
He whispered quality, not wanting to wake you up. And places a soft kiss on your hand before leaving.
(But little did he knew that you never slept that time. This gesture of his was enough to make your stomach churned up in happiness)
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♡ anime masterlist ♡
pov: your camera roll if you were dating kei tsukishima.
#𐙚 sfw !#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu fic#haikyuu aesthetic#camera roll fic#camera roll fanfiction#kei tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#kei tsukishima x y/n#tsukishima kei x y/n#kei tsukishima x you#tsukishima kei x you#kei tsukishima#tsukishima kei
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Tsukishima Kei Random Chat
characters: tsukishima kei x reader
tags: fluff, self-indulgence, established relationship, stupidity.
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