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[bootsukki]

any tips on writing narratives/essays under timed conditions 🙏😓 btw I love ur work sm🌹🌹❤️

thank you!! ❤️❤️

if you are talking about, for example, having an exam where you have two hours to write about a topic (I literally did a 4-hour exam of this kind two months ago lol) i organised my study sessions so i would have a clear outline of things that should be written in the exam and work on them throughout different days. by doing that, i had a clear idea of what i “need” to write and the day of the exam i don’t waste time thinking about a possible outline or ideas to write, if you want i could show you some of examples of how i prepared for those kinds of situations

i have changed my study method lots of times throughout the years but the one i used this year has been the best for me and I kinda use it when writing fics as well!

idk if u get what i mean lol, sorry!! 😅😅 and good luck!!

[bootsukki]

busted!

warnings: suggestive themes, not proofread, Tsukishima and reader are 18!

the last thing tsukishima expected on a quiet sunday summer afternoon was to be betrayed by his own bedroom door.

he thought that he had locked it and that his brother was still out, akiteru had said something about going out with friends or meeting them somwhere, but clearly, his mind was somewhere else, well, his mind was on you.

because, right now, instead of peacefully kissing you on his bed, shirt off his body, like he had been doing for the past 10 minutes, tsuki was frozen stiff.

akiteru and some of his friends were standing in the doorway, holding konbini bags, eyes wide, grins spreading across their faces.

"...well," akiteru said slowly, pushing his friends out of the way, setting the bag on the floor without breaking eye contact with his brother, "this is... completely normal."

"GET OUT!" kei's voice cracked, eyes red down to his neck, shielding you from his brother, though you were already frantically smoothing your hair, clothes and well, the little dignity you had left, face hot with embarrassment.

"you didn't say you were having company over," akiteru added, teasing, leaning against the wall like this was the most entertaining show he'd ever seen. "i told you i was going out to get some ice-cream and drinks so we could enjoy them in the pool." he looked at you for a second. "but i think you weren't thinking with your head, well, not with the one up here."

"aki, shut up!" Kei snapped as you hid your face in your hands with a groan.

"ah, young love, so pure, so passionate... anyway... i think i'm still a bit too young to be an uncle so..."

"do you want to die, right now?" kei's tone was flat and his hand clenched his pillow, considering throwing it.

you finally peeked up, still blushing. "i... i should probably go."

"NO!" kei said immediately. "... i mean... you don't have to if you..."

akiteru's jaw dropped, hand to his chest. "did my little brother say he wants someone to stay with him? oh my god, girl, you changed him!"

the pillow flew across the room, smacking akiteru directly in his face. he laughed so hard he nearly dropped to the ground.

you couldn't help it anymore and started giggling, hiding your face on kei's shoulder as your boyfriend muttered threats under his breath.

"this has been funny. don't mind us," akiteru said, completely unbothered. "we'll be at the pool if you want to join us. if not, carry on and of course, use protection."

"i hate you"

"love you too, kei." akiteru winked, closing the door.

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updated! 16/08/2025

boo tsukki's masterlist

welsome to boo tsukki's masterlist, a place where you will be able to find all my works.

please, check the warnings for every post as some of them may contain smut or specific topics that may trigger people.

HAIKYUU!!

tsukishima kei

aita series – a series where tsukishima kei asks reddit about his relationship problems

*aita extra*

a pleasant surprise

scary movies with you

his whole world

the graduation gift

uncle kei

the best of the world

our white lie series - ongoing series! on hiatus until july! tsukishima kei tells his friends he has a girlfriend. but that's not the truth, the truth is that you're just his neighbour-turned-fake-girlfriend.

operation: does tsukki like (y/n)?

bouquets of our love

the velveteen rabbit

a mystery ring

the best boyfriend

tsukishima loves his bed

birthdays with him

the prettiest one at drop-off

miya atsumu

interruptions

have you ever tried... this one?

miya osamu

the feeling of her hands

jigsaw

kageyama tobio

secret's out

a life… together?

bokuto kōtarō

the olympic kiss

the show

kuroo tetsurou

your kuroo

kita shinsuke

berry sure about you

oikawa tooru

anything for you

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psa

hi y'all

as of now, i don't think i'll be able to continue writing our white lie. before my exams i decided to take a break and stop writing and since then, i haven't been able to write anything that is up to what i like and what i think people will like.

i don't really know if i'll go back to it in the future but i don't think i am good enough to write looooong fics. i love short fics or fics with few parts (such as the aita series) so i'll keep posting those kinds of things.

i will NOT delete it because i want to continue it at some point but not now.

i hope you understand! i will update my masterlist today or tomorrow and add those new fics that i have written since my last update!

-bootsukki!

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looking at myself in the mirror after reading smut

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@thequeefling ur reblog 😭😭😭 ijbol 😭😭😭

warnings: insecure kei

tsukishima kei didn't say a word when he got home from home that evening.

he slipped off his shoes, dropped his bag near the door, and headed straight to the kitchen, like he always did. everything looked normal, your jacket was hung up, heels sitting by the door as well, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom, you'd just gotten into the shower.

he opened the fridge and stared at it for a moment, as if expecting something new to show up. the only thing that wasn't normal were the thoughts in his head. he was still thinking aboyt earlier that day, about the weird conversation during lunch, how his coworkers talked about love like it was some kind of performance for them ("i got her that little weekend trip she was begging me for and she cried!"), one-upping each other with silly things he didn't consider as important.

he didn't say much, just one of his usual comments: we don't do things like that. then, someone made a face, like they pitied him. or maybe you. like he was doing it all wrong.

"poor girl".

and they all laughed.

he knew he wasn't the most expressive. he wasn't good at saying things. but... did you think like that? was he even a good boyfriend?

he pushed the thoughts away when he heard the bathroom click open.

you padded into the living room in your (his, really) oversized t-shirt, skin still warm from the shower. your hair was damp, sticking to your cheeks and you looked at him with that expression he could never quite name: soft, surprised.

"kei," you said, voice barely a whisper.

he looked at you from the fridge. "hm?"

you walked up to him, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of your favourite chips. "did you buy this?"

he blinked, then nodded once. "you mentioned you wanted to eat them again."

then, you held up a second item: your moisturiser. "and this?"

"you were running out, i saw it last week."

you stared at him for a second, leaving the items on the counter before throwing your arms around him.

"i don't deserve you."

he froze, brows pulling together, not caring about the fact that your hair was wetting his shirt.

"you always notice the small things," you say quietly, hiding your face in his chest. "you remember stuff that i forget and you always... do. like, you do things that make my life easier without asking for credit."

he opened his mouth but you kept going.

"you always listen to me and you see me. i don't even know how you always know what matters."

he looked away, jaw tightening ofr a second. his heart thudded heavily in his chest. you were saying those things but.... how did you even know that he needed to hear those words today?

but now, as his eyes made their way towards you, fresh out of the shower, baredfaced... he felt like those silly thoughts leave his mind.

he smiled, reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the back of your hand.

"kei," you whispered.

he looked at you out of the corner of his eye as you leaned in, cupping the side of his face gently, fingers brushing his jaw. his skin was warm beneath your touch, eyes meeting each other.

you kissed him, soft and not rushed.

when you pulled back, his eyes were still on yours, a little softer. you rested your forehead against his, lips brushing the edge of a smile.

"you're the best boyfriend in the whole world." you said quietly "i love you with all my heart."

his breath hitched and his hand squeezed yours a little tighter, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you a bit closer.

and when he finally spoke, it was so quiet you almost missed it.

"i love you with all my heart."

he forgot about what others thought about him. he only needed you.

only you.

always you.

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warnings: insecure kei

tsukishima kei didn't say a word when he got home from work that evening.

he slipped off his shoes, dropped his bag near the door, and headed straight to the kitchen, like he always did. everything looked normal, your jacket was hung up, heels sitting by the door as well, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom, you'd just gotten into the shower.

he opened the fridge and stared at it for a moment, as if expecting something new to show up. the only thing that wasn't normal were the thoughts in his head. he was still thinking aboyt earlier that day, about the weird conversation during lunch, how his coworkers talked about love like it was some kind of performance for them ("i got her that little weekend trip she was begging me for and she cried!"), one-upping each other with silly things he didn't consider as important.

he didn't say much, just one of his usual comments: we don't do things like that. then, someone made a face, like they pitied him. or maybe you. like he was doing it all wrong.

"poor girl".

and they all laughed.

he knew he wasn't the most expressive. he wasn't good at saying things. but... did you think like that? was he even a good boyfriend?

he pushed the thoughts away when he heard the bathroom click open.

you padded into the living room in your (his, really) oversized t-shirt, skin still warm from the shower. your hair was damp, sticking to your cheeks and you looked at him with that expression he could never quite name: soft, surprised.

"kei," you said, voice barely a whisper.

he looked at you from the fridge. "hm?"

you walked up to him, opening a cabinet and grabbing a bag of your favourite chips. "did you buy this?"

he blinked, then nodded once. "you mentioned you wanted to eat them again."

then, you held up a second item: your moisturiser. "and this?"

"you were running out, i saw it last week."

you stared at him for a second, leaving the items on the counter before throwing your arms around him.

"i don't deserve you."

he froze, brows pulling together, not caring about the fact that your hair was wetting his shirt.

"you always notice the small things," you say quietly, hiding your face in his chest. "you remember stuff that i forget and you always... do. like, you do things that make my life easier without asking for credit."

he opened his mouth but you kept going.

"you always listen to me and you see me. i don't even know how you always know what matters."

he looked away, jaw tightening ofr a second. his heart thudded heavily in his chest. you were saying those things but.... how did you even know that he needed to hear those words today?

but now, as his eyes made their way towards you, fresh out of the shower, baredfaced... he felt like those silly thoughts leave his mind.

he smiled, reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing soft circles into the back of your hand.

"kei," you whispered.

he looked at you out of the corner of his eye as you leaned in, cupping the side of his face gently, fingers brushing his jaw. his skin was warm beneath your touch, eyes meeting each other.

you kissed him, soft and not rushed.

when you pulled back, his eyes were still on yours, a little softer. you rested your forehead against his, lips brushing the edge of a smile.

"you're the best boyfriend in the whole world." you said quietly "i love you with all my heart."

his breath hitched and his hand squeezed yours a little tighter, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you a bit closer.

and when he finally spoke, it was so quiet you almost missed it.

"i love you with all my heart."

he forgot about what others thought about him. he only needed you.

only you.

always you.

[bootsukki]

going on holiday for a few days but i'll post something before logging off!!!

btw thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs! i'm glad you like my silly writing hehe

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tsukishima loves his bed.

he loved his bed when he was five and his mum would lay next to him and tell him bedtime stories.

he loved his bed when tadashi would come over and they would jump on top of it, playing and acting as if they were superheroes.

he loved his bed when he was a teenager and he would listen to music on his headphones as it rained outside.

he loved his bed at college when you started to sleep next to him. when you would grab the sheets as you became one. when you would whisper his name and kiss him.

he loves his bed at home, his hands caressing your belly as you read from one of your maternity books and showed him things for the nursery.

he loves his bed, adores his bed when your kids started to sleep between you as you told them stories and sang beautiful lullabies.

tsukishima loves his bed.

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"The only thing we're allowed to believe is that we won't regret the choice we make." - levi ackerman

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holy shit

i passed my exam!!

in Spain, to teach in public schools you need to take several exams and obtain a high mark (I got a 9.24/10) and hOLY SHIT.

I literally got a job for life. the job I have always wanted to do.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I still can’t believe it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

EXAM TOMORROW I’M FREAKING TBE FUCK OYT 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

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the soft click of the door echoed faintly through the quiet apartment as kuroo stepped inside, the weight of the day hanging heavy on his shoulders.

his usual confident stride was slower now, the long hours and back-to-back meetings finally catching up to him. he couldn’t complain, he loved his job, but the national league and olympics slowly approaching made him more stressed and tired.

he tugged off his shoes with a sigh and loosened his tie with one hand, letting it hang slack around his neck as he made his way to the living room.

collapsing onto the sofa, kuroo let his head sink into the cushions. the soft fabric felt like heaven against his tired skin and the fact that it smelled like you… he was completely in bliss.

he draped an arm over his eyes, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that grew slower and slower until sleep gently pulled him under, the corners of his lips still faintly upturned from a thought of you.

the apartment was bathed in a soft, amber glow from the setting sun filtering through the curtains when the door opened again.

you stepped inside, your own day having left you a little drained, especially after your presentation and not having enough time to even rest your feet for a few minutes but the sight that greeted you immediately softened every edge of your exhaustion.

there he was, your kuroo. tie loose, shirt a little wrinkled, dark hair a mess from where he’d raked his fingers through it all day. he looked peaceful, one arm slung above his head, lips parted slightly in sleep, snoring a bit.

you smiled.

quietly, you took off your heels and walked over, crouching beside the couch and brushing a hand gently through his hair, the strands soft and familiar beneath your fingers. he stirred a little at the touch but didn’t wake up. you ran your thumb gently over his temple, heart full and aching with love. oh, your heart was about to combust at the sight of him. how peaceful he was, how beautiful he looked…

“i missed you,” you whispered, voice barely audible over the hum of the evening as you left a soft kiss on his cheek.

he looked so vulnerable like this. so different from the composed, sharp-tongued kuroo the world knew. he never let anyone see you like this, only you knew this version of him best—the man who fell asleep on the couch because he worked too hard, kuroo, who always wanted the best for you and your relationship, kuroo, the man who made space for you even in his dreams.

you leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his forehead, lips lingering for a few seconds ind against his soft skin.

“i love you,” you murmured, resting your head gently against his chest for just a moment, letting yourself be still, right there with him, the rhythm of his heart almost making you sleepy.

and somehow, even in sleep, his hand found yours, pulling you closer, like he always did.

you love this little life of yours.

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uploaded a kita x reader fic and deleted it two minutes after publishing it lol

when will I ever be confident enough to not think about what I post or write 😭😭😭😭

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I think I hate this lol

kita shinsuke didn't consider himself someone easily shaken. he was steady, like the sunrise, the turn of the seasons or the way his grandmother's garden bloomed each spring with colorful and beautiful flowers.

but that calm steadiness wavered just a little the first time he saw you.

the truth is that he hadn't even wanted to go to the farmer's market that morning.

it was early summer and the morning sun hadn't raised too high yet to feel the unbearable weather. his grandmother, still stubborn despite her years, had insisted on going to the market in town for her "non-negotiable" weekly shopping and naturally, she had dragged shinsuke with her.

"you never know when you'll need good preserves," she said wisely, adjusting her hat and giving shinsuke a basket to carry around.

shinsuke followed her through the stalls, making quick conversation wit the vendors as his grandma explained what she needed. he filled the basket with radishes, cucumbers and jam jars. he was quiet, comfortable in his own mind, until they stopped at the strawberry stand.

that was when he saw you.

you were smiling at a costumer, the corners of your eyes crinkling, hair pulled back in a ponytail. your apron had red stains and there was even a bit of a smudge of what it seemed like strawberry jam on your cheek. after waving goodbye to the man, you waved at shinsuke's grandmother.

"oh, oba-san! you came early today!"

his grandmother beamed. "of course i did. i didn't want yamakura-san to grab all the strawberries and leave you empty handed."

you turned to shin then, and your eyes met his. "oh! you must be the grandson. she brags about you every time she comes by!"

shinsuke blinked, looking at his grandmother. "does she?"

"absolutely," you said, laughing softly. "you need to meet my grandson, he's the most reliable man in the whole town. hard-working and cute!" you laugh. "that's a hard title to earn."

hid ears turned pink, unsure of what he should answer. "... tha-"

you handed him a small carton of stawberry and what it seemed like strawberry shortcake in a small box. "these are on the house. for helping her."

he hesitated. "you don't have to."

"i want to, honestly, take them!"

after buying some strawberries and another piece of cake, his grandmother waved goodbye, leaving shinsuke alone for a few seconds as she made her way towards another stall.

"bye..."

"(y/n)."

"bye (y/n)."

"bye, kita-san."

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shinsuke looked at his watch, foot tapping the floor beneath him as he finished his last piece of toast.

"oh, would you see that? we are out of strawberry jam."

"i could..." shinsuke said, "go to the farmer's market, if you want."

his grandmother smirked.

"would you? my leg is killing me today."

"i'll go."

shinsuke found himself volunteering to take his grandmother to the market even on weekends when she didn't need anything. "I just like fresh produce" he often said.

his grandmother knew better, it was you who brought her grandson to the farmer's market.

some weeks tou were at the main market. other weeks, you were in the neighbouring town. eventually, after taking him weeks of hyping himself up, he asked for your number and started asking about where you'd be next.

sometimes, when your father was short on help, shinsuke stayed with you on the stallm helping you lift crates or organise baskets.

the truth is, shin liked you a lot. you always had a joke ready or a strange fact about plants. or a question about his family's rice fields, the conversations slowly turning deeper, about your childhoods, the dreams you once had, the ones you are still chasing even in your 20s. he tells you about the farm, about his partnership with miya osamu, providing him with rice for his restaurant, how he wanted to modernize some of the operations but not lose the traditions. you told him about your dream to open a tiny café with fresh produce from other farmers and cute little strawberry cakes that you liked to bake.

"you'd do well with that," he said one day, as you sat side by side on the tailgate of your dad's delivery truck, watching the sun dip below the trees after a long day at two different markets. "you've got a way with people."

you blushed then, looking away for a second. "i like talking with you, shin-kun."

he felt his heart tighten, like something was blooming inside his chest.

i've been thinking," he said, after a few seconds in silence. "would you like to... go out? for dinner, sometime."

"dinner?"

"yeah, uhm... like a date, if you... if you want."

you blinked once, twice, then grinned so wide it nearly knocked the wind out of him.

"i would love to."

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shinsuke looked at the sign in front of him. inside the little cozy café you opened a few months ago, fulfilling that dream of yours you had, you were at the counter arranging flowers.

he smiled. after nearly two whole years of dating you, he still felt butterflies whenever he saw you. he opened the door and came in, a fresh crate of lemons on his arms. you beamed at him, brushing your hands on your apron.

Ieaving the crate on the back, he kissed your cheek, picking up a strawberry.

“you know what?”

“yeah?” you start organising orders you had to pick up, not noticing shin as he went down in one knee.

“i’ve been berry sure about you for a long time, so…”

“what?” you laugh but your heart nearly stops when you turn and see him, strawberry in one hand and ring on the other. “shin…”

“will you marry me?”

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finished my exams! taking a few days to relax and I’ll be back to writing ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I’ll start with a kita x reader!

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EXAM TOMORROW I’M FREAKING TBE FUCK OYT 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅