#tsukisima kei x reader

[emmyrosee]

hi emmy! congrats on the milestone!! (im sorry for being late 😔) u deserve so much more love <3!! i feel rlly proud for u, even tho i started following u not long ago :) i can feel u being sincere with everybody which is rlly cool! :D and i wanted to do 27 from your prompt list and 4 from the second list on hugs w/ tsukki :) i hope u have a great day and stay healthy and take care!! -anon :)

YOURE SO SWEET, THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS 🥺💖

Honestly I want this to be a place where anyone feels welcome to poke around, so to kinda hear that you get that vibe really does mean the most. ALSOO my first Tsukki piece!! Hope I didn’t do him dirty!!

27 “I swear, I’m not scared”

4 Hugs “Comforting”

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“Are you sure-”

“Yup. I am perfectly fine with this circumstance.”

Despite your quivering words and tense shoulders, your eyes never leave the screen. Seems to be mistake, as instantly, the monster portrayed in the film hides just in the background, barely in sight. Kei rolls his eyes while yours absolutely refuse to leave the monster that lingers without being noticed by the protagonists.

Next to you, an equally scared but exponentially enthralled Yachi, on the floor are the other three third years who shout at the stupidity of the characters on screen.

Movie nights have always been a tradition, especially on Halloween; like hell you were going to disrupt the fun.

Not like you were scared or anything.

“If you’re scared, I can ask Tadashi to-”

“I swear, I’m not scared,” you hiss. Your body betrays you, as your finger nails dig at your cuticles, anxiously scanning for the monster the movie finally has panned away from.

“But what if it’s real?” Hinata says, popping some gummy bears in his mouth. 

“What if what’s real?” Kageyama asks back.

“Like, what if you were killed in any rage? Do you think you would come back as one of those?” Hinata’s finger nudges at the screen, referring to the horrors as if they’re not fake.

“You keep talking and I’m gonna kill you in a fit of rage,” Kageyama snaps, and a few feet away, Tadashi snickers.

“If I come back as one of those demons, I’m gonna haunt you so bad!”

Next to him, Kei hears you whimper, and he lets out a snarl at the idea of the others making you afraid.

“That’s enough,” Kei finally snaps. “Shut the hell up, or we’re leaving.”

“What’s the matter?” Hinata teases. “You scaaaared we’re gonna haunt you?”

You look away, embarrassed. If looks could kill, Hinata would be buried by Kei’s.

“You already haunt my everyday life, that’s horrific enough.”

Finally, a quiet falls back over the group, engrossed in the rising tension. You look like you’re completely settled in rigor mortis, and you look so scared he thinks you could puke straight onto Yamaguchi’s rug.

With a deep inhale through his nose, sucking up his pride, Kei wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. You make a small, confused noise at the sudden affection, and he noses at your hairline.

“Kei? What’re you-”

“I’m scared,” he says simply, though there’s a total calm in his voice. He conceals you slightly in his frame, the flashing on screen dimmed in his hoodie fabric. “Hate this shit, but I know you want to finish it, so I’m just gonna... hold you.”

An overly wordy, but extremely soothing “I know your stubborn ass doesn’t want to leave, so I’ll keep your cover.”

You blink, surprised at the gentleness in his voice, but you decide to curl against him adoringly, melting in the comforting embrace, the friends scattered around you two being none the wiser to the chatter between you both.

You press an soft kiss to his jawline, feeling immensely better in the bulk of his arms. Your eyes gently flutter close and you take selfish inhales of his scent, mumbling a soft “thank you,” into the meat of his bicep. He nods and settles back down for his own physical comfort, the whole group gasping out as another scare plagues the air surrounding you both.

The scare fades, and you feel your breathing even out as you rest against your boyfriend, mind at ease and-

“Ohhhhh, I get it! Tsukishima wasn’t scared, but-”

There’s a sudden thump and a pained whine from Hinata, quickly then followed by “don’t kick me, Suckishima!” Your laughter gets muffled in the hoodie, mingled only with the other laughter from the other boy, Yachi quickly asking if the middle blocker was okay.

Definitely a tradition.

[fattuccini-afraido]

[On a polygraph]

Tsukishima: I'm telling you, this machine is broken. Ask me a question.

Yamaguchi: Is Jay-Z really your favourite artist?

Tsukishima: Yes, obviously.

Daichi, reading the lie-detector test: Lie.

Tsukishima: See? It's busted.

Yamaguchi, teasingly: Really? Or is your favourite artist really Taylor Swift?

Tsukishima, scoffs: No.

Daichi: Lie.

Tsukishima: Fine! She is.

Tsukishima, quietly: She makes me feel things.

Yamaguchi: She makes all of us feel things!

[leafington]

𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 .ᐟ - kei t. 📼 ; 007

ᐟᐟ☆ (not so) fun facts 🥂

₊ ⊹ CLIFF HANGERRRRR (i ran out of image space whoops) ₊ ⊹ yn documents her feelings and current state when she's abroad or on tour, there is reasoning for this ₊ ⊹ hoshima was the only person who didn't check on yn, not for any particular reason, she just knows how hard the staff gets and didn't wanna get all in her [yn's] head. ₊ ⊹ tsukishima was aware of his hypocritisism, he was just more focused on getting his emotions out ₊ ⊹ wayyyy back when they werent on rocky roads, yn would message yachi every hour of the day just to talk about tsukishima ₊ ⊹ BRING ON THE TEARSSSSSS

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[afkenma]

sleep your peace — tsukisima.k

gn Reader X Tsukishima Kei

A/N: AAAHH this is my first time writing outside of school, so I thought I’d start with one of my favorite tropes. it’s pretty mushy and gross, but hopefully I’ll get better at this soon!! I also made the situation slightly unclear because I had no idea what specifics to add, my bad :)

tsukishima kei could only be an astute observer of how tired you were tonight; bleary eyes blinking slowly, hand motions translating into visual gibberish that wouldn’t help explain the confused, disheveled responses you gave to each new development in a crime show he’d been talking to you about. you had stayed up much longer than you should have the night before on homework you should’ve completed much earlier, and it drained all the energy you should have saved for this pre-mediated sleepover. you constantly took sips of energy drinks you didn’t like but bought anyways earlier today just to keep awake a little longer. this wasn’t a classroom, so why couldn’t you look away from the clock, doting on a comfortable time to suggest sleeping?

tsukishima knew he was talking to a wall, and even his words were out of focus. it was much easier to stare at your tired head resting on the bedframe than anything else, and it was so much easier to get lost in the small details he wouldn’t normally gaze at you long at you enough to notice: the skin on your face wasn’t uniform in colour, strands of your hair had fallen down to your face, and your lips were slighly chapped and pale, and it was all so beautiful. he noticed he’d been staring early into the night but gave up on trying to avoid your face, especially since the rest of the room had never looked so plain.

painfully embarrassed after replacing a character’s name with yours for the third time, he abruptly excuses himself to get water for the both of you, which you don’t mind. you’re left alone to quietly stare at all the different decorations on his walls, like the figurines of dinosaurs clustered together on a shelf, or the abundance of old movie posters and coloured food advertisements pasted onto the corner opposite. there are some bright sticky-notes with writing you just can’t see from the position your in right now, so you hazily shift around his bed to take a better look, but slowly curl up into a ball as the sweeter arms of sleep ultimately draw you closer and closer.

two glasses of water enter the room soon after, along with a sleepy, calm blonde who’s staring between his love softly snoring on his bed, and the silly post-it notes you’d given him with small hearts and doodles. he internally scoffed over how dumb he must’ve been to forget hiding it before inviting you over, but can’t ignore the overwhelming heat blooming on his cheeks. he stares back over at you. your back was arched inwardly and you were loosely hugging your knees towards you, and your face showed the slight discomfort and cold you were sleeping through. muttering out a breathy complaint, he takes you into his arms like a child. your body stayed limp, barely hugging onto his back as he straighten out his bedding with his free hand, and cautiously tucked you under warmer blankets.

you let out hearty exhales as you unconsciously snuggled deeper into bed, and tsukisima felt overbearing tides of raw fondness crash through him, a euphoric step deeper into his love. it took a couple moments to regain composure and sense of reality, and a nagging part of him cringed at being smitten for a sleeping beauty. he slowly dragged his eyes away from you to quickly stack up the items on his desk into a large pile on the side, before power-walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth before closing the door, turning of the light-switch and carefully seeping into the bed with you.

with his glasses off and barely adjusted to the darkness, he squints in a struggle to see your figure hunched over and facing the opposite direction, which was annoying him. if only he had positioned you facing towards him. that way, he might’ve been able to pine over you just a little longer, but alas. there’s always tomorrow morning, and the day that’ll ensue, and then the many days later because your his lover and he’s yours and all he can think about now is how calming your ambiance is. your presence is peaceful, and it forces even an arrogant jerk like him to lower his guard and feel it, so sleep your peace.

[kuroppiii]

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ʚ ┊hairdresser┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  putting long-haired hq boys in pigtails .𖥔 ݁ ˖ yamaguchi tadashi / azumane asahi

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ʚ ┊no doubt┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗼. ꒱  showing them they have no reason to get jealous , because they ’re the only one for you <3 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ kuroo tetsurō

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ʚ ┊creeper ? aww man┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  everyone loves minecraft , but everyone has a different way they play it ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ oikawa tōru

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ʚ ┊hairdresser┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  putting long-haired hq boys in pigtails .𖥔 ݁ ˖ bokuto kōtarō

ʚ ┊creeper ? aww man┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  everyone loves minecraft , but everyone has a different way they play it ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ akaashi keiji

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ʚ ┊no doubt┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗼. ꒱  showing them they have no reason to get jealous , because they ’re the only one for you <3 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ suna rintarō

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ʚ ┊creeper ? aww man┊ɞ ꒰ 🐮 + 𝗵. + 𝗱. ꒱  everyone loves minecraft , but everyone has a different way they play it ! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tendō satori

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last updated : august 10 , 2024

[leotssukinaga]

Please “I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.” with tsukki!!!!!

aaa thank you for the request anon!! I’m sorry this took me 3 years to write T_T this is a lil angstier than I intended (I do that sometimes kfjksd) but it ends cute!! I hope you like it! (apologies for the formatting this website sucks balls)

Training camps suck, you think as you shove your books in your bag and leave the library, checking your phone yet again. Of course, you have no messages from Kei. He left 5 days ago and he's only texted you twice since then, both conversations having been initiated by you. He calls you every night, but verbal communication is decidedly not his thing, so you've had to put up with almost nothing but a 'sleep well, love you' from him since he left. You missed him way too much, but you were tired of trying to force a conversation, tired of worrying that he rolled his eyes every time you texted first. So you waited. You studied, you cleaned your house, you even harassed your brother into hanging out with you, anything to try and make this break go faster with no Kei to share it with. Your Netflix list was almost entirely dinosaur documentaries you wanted to watch with him at this point, and the worst part was you had another week of this to go. Who the fuck decided that a two-week training camp was a good idea?You missed him so much, but you weren't sure he missed you. Above all things, that doubt was what kept you from reaching out, or from voicing your issues. You wanted him to text you because he wanted to, not because you whined at him for not doing it. Maybe that's all your relationship was, maybe he only stuck around because you asked him too and he didn't have anything better to do. Tears stung your eyes at the thought. You loved him- God you loved him, and the thought that he wasn't with you for love but because you were the best offer he had right now made your heart ache uncontrollably. Did he care about you at all?

Your phone trilled loudly, Kei’s picture splashing across your screen. It was the middle of the day, not his usual time for calling, and worry filled you. For a moment you let your anxieties take precedent, wondering why he was calling, before you realised the best way to find out was to answer.

"Kei?"

"What did I do?"

"I-I'm sorry?" Confusion was rife in your tone, but that wasn't what he picked up on. You sounded like you'd been crying.

"Wait- fuck that for a second, what's wrong?"

"Nothings wr-"

"Don't bullshit me, babe."

"I'm just being silly, Kei."

"If it's silly then you shouldn't have any problem telling me." He got you there. He was always annoyingly right, but you didn't want to tell him. If you told him, his reassurances would only be because they were what he thought you wanted to hear. If you told him he could lie to you.  

"I don't... You don't really care."

"What does that mean? 'Course I care."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, dumbass."

"I don't know if you mean that, Kei."

"You don't- is this why you haven't been texting me?" You couldn't tell if he was annoyed with you or worried. Perhaps both.

"... Yeah, I guess. I just don't want to bother you."

"You could never bother me, Y/N."

"I always feel like you don't text me because you don't want to talk."

"No, it's not that it's... Honestly, Y/N, I'm bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will."

"Really?"

"Daichi has threatened the life of my phone 3 times since we arrived because I check it every time I have a minute to spare."

"But... I don't wanna be clingy."

"Baby, I know I don't say it a lot, but I hate being away from you. And I'm much better at telling you that through text than I am out loud. Please text me. Be as clingy as you want. 3 texts or 300, I'll smile when I see them." Hearing him say it made you feel much better. You knew the doubt wouldn't go away completely, but you also knew he wasn’t one to give up trying. You were so lucky to have him.

"I love you, Kei."

"I love yo- NOYA GODDAMNIT GET BACK HERE! Fuck, I gotta go, he stole my glasses. I'll call you tonight?"

"I'll be waiting."

"I love you, text me!!" And with that, he was gone. The heaviness that usually settled over your heart when he hung up wasn't there this time, though. Maybe things would be okay. With Kei by your side, you'd be fine even if they weren't. 

[animeanxiety]

|| Lockscreen ||

(IM SORRY I KEEP DOING TSUKI😭🥺)

~ tsukishima x reader ~

prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

genre: ☁️fluff☁️

⚠️warning⚠️: none! Pure fluff!

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As most people know Tsukishima isn’t the type to do PDA, showing of his gf, etc etc. But, sometimes he just can’t help himself when it comes to you, y/n, his girlfriend.

It was a regular day with your boyfriend. You guys were out that day, going to the local bakery near Tsukishima’s house. You saw the sun was shining through this beautiful tree at the park, near the bakery. So after you got your baked goodies from the bakery, you asked Tsuki to take a few pictures of you. “Tsuki just a few more please!” You begged the blonde. “Ugh fine.” He spoke in an annoyed tone, but low key he thought you looked stunning. But of course he wouldn’t say that out loud. “Lean on the tree and look up at the leaves or something.” He ordered you to do. You did as he said so. And in the end those were your favourite pictures he took of you. “Thank you! Send them to me okay?” You remarked. Tsuki nodded.

~Back at Tsukishima’s place~

Tsukishima was in the shower, at the moment, while you sat in his bedroom. Surprisingly he left his phone unattended. Unlocked. So you took advantage of the fact you could take some pictures from his snapchat. And so you did. Though you kinda got carried away. But it would be a nice surprise for him next time he see’s his photo library!(*´꒳`*)

~the next day~

You had stayed over at Tsukishima’s house that night since, your house was kinda far, and Tsuki didn’t want you to walk all the way there. It was still the early morning, and Tsuki was still asleep. Since you stayed over you had to borrow some of his clothes and they were quite oversized. Which you think made you cute. Sooo luckily, you had Tsukishima open his phone with his fingerprint as he was asleep. Although you almost woke the sleeping blonde up, but successfully opened the phone. And once again you took a few pictures, in his hoodie and shorts. After you finished your little photoshoot, you closed his phone again, and went back to sleep with him since it was still really early.

~later that day~

You and Tsukishima were stuck at his house due to the heavy rain. At the moment you were in the shower while Tsuki was on his phone in his bedroom. He was trying to make a college of pictures of you and him together, and decided to check his photo library. And his eyes widened, with all the pictures there are of you. That are recent. He came to conclusion you took a bunch of pictures on his phone and left it for him. He found one of the pictures where you were wearing his hoodie and thought that one was really cute, face expression and everything. He surprisingly set it as his lockscreen, since he already had a picture of you and him as his homescreen. After you got of out the shower and got dressed, you went to Tsukishima’s room, to watch a movie on his laptop. “Kei, what time is it?” You asked him. “Check my phone, I’m looking for a movie right now.” He replied. So you took his phone and turned it on. And to your surprise, you were his lockscreen. Which made your heart flutter, and warm inside. “Am I your lockscreen?” You remarked, happily.  “You weren’t supposed to see that.” He spoke, slightly embarrassed, with his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning a cherry red. You smiled at the embarrassed blonde, and went over to him, to give him a kiss. “Mwah! I love you!”（≧∇≦）You kissed him on the cheek, as you remarked the lovey dovey statement. “I love you too..” Tsukishima mumbled, still very embarrassed. You find it so cute how the salty Tsukishima you know can get so embarrassed over the littlest actions, that make your heart flutter.

[tsukkisbean]

04 ☾ dinner plans

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fun fact #1: tarantallegra is the dancing feet spell that forces a person to dance wildly (imagine using that on tsukishima huh). the ebublio jinx traps the target in a bubble. fun fact #2: while playing among us kyotani actually saw y/n vent but for some reason shifted the blame onto koganegawa. kyotani made himself into the third imposter 😔

summary: there’s a new bakery that’s popped up in miyagi seemingly overnight. regardless of its origin, it’s a hit among locals. why? asides from the fact that their desserts are to die for, rumour has it if you gift their goods to your crush, they’ll return your feelings! but despite it’s popularity, only certain people can find it’s location. or y/n may be a powerful young witch/wizard but they aren’t unfamiliar with the pain of heartbreak. starting anew in miyagi with their friends, they look to use their magic to protect mortals with the purest of hearts.

a/n: GUYS IM IN LOVE WITH THE AMONG US PANEL SOAJSJAJ. tag urself i’m yachi 😭

taglist (in the reblogs ): open! send in an ask to be added!

[cozykozume]

I get along without you very well (Except when soft rains fall)

Some angst here but also kinda pretty fluffy lol, but I was listening to I Get Along Without You Very Well, version sang by Chet Baker when this came to my mind. The song is def worth a listen. 

Oof sorry about this length too lol my bad 

3 days. It’s been 3 days since you and Tsukki fought. Not that arguing and bickering between the two of you was not common. But for some reason, this felt different. 

His words cut deeper than usual...That look of disinterest plastered across his face as you try to explain what you were feeling...The way he just walked out the door without even looking at you twice. 

At this point, you weren’t really sure what started the argument or what it was even about. But he had to come at you with an attitude that day. You were tired, overworked, and already on edge, all things that you explained to him and he just seemed to throw out the window. 

Going from spending the night over there 4 or 5 days a week, to sleeping in your own bed. Cold. Alone. 

On the fourth day is when you finally break your silence, trying to be the bigger person. After work, you go over to his place, slowly walking up to the door, extremely awkward for some reason. You had a key to this place. This was your home, so why was it so hard to just turn the key and walk in? 

You finally talk yourself into actually going inside, quietly slipping in the door before locking it and setting your shoes to the side. The scene before you is not what you had expected. 

Is that Tsukki laying on the couch right now sleeping in the blanket that you left over here months ago? 

Why is your favorite moving playing on netflix right now? He hates this movie. He lets you know it everytime you want to put it on. 

It looks like he’s wearing the matching tee shirt you got him because it reminded you of him. He made fun of you for getting him that shirt. He said it was stupid. 

And yet, here he was. Curled up on the couch, your favorite movie on in the background, wrapped in things that you had gotten him. 

You sit down on the edge of the couch by his feet, softly shaking his leg to wake him up. 

“Tsukki...” 

He shuffles in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes and feeling around for his glasses. 

“Y/n? When did you get here?”  

“Well I actually just let myself in...I hope that’s okay...” You were never one to get into fights often, and this was a first for you to. You felt awkward because honestly, you just missed him. Just thinking about how long it’s been since you slept next to him makes you want to cry. You missed his warm hugs and the way he cuddled you in the morning. 

He shakes his head, slipping his glasses onto his face and adjusting them. “Y/n...you’re always welcome here...you know that..” He trails off, looking off at the screen, attempting to mask the blush that painted his cheeks. 

After the week you had a work, plus the fight with him. You were just tired. And like any reasonable person, when you were tired, it was much easier to make you cry. 

You felt the tears start to fall down your face as you scooted back against Tsukki. You tried to mask your face, filting your head to the other side to let the moment pass. But it was too late as he had already seen it and was pulling you to lay down in front of him. He pulled your back flush with his chest and started to plant soft kissing on the back of your head. 

“I’m sorry y/n...” he whispered over and over again, kissing your cheek and neck softly and holding you fight. You shake your head, trying to decide when you would be able to talk without all the tears poring out of your face. 

“I’m sorry too...” you say, turning your body to face him and pushing your head into the crook of his neck. You whisper against his skin, “please don’t do that again. I hate the thought of you walking out and not looking back at me like that...” you barely get out before tsukki pulls back, looking down into your eyes.

“Y/n...I..I don’t even know how to apologize. Once I realized what was happening, I was already out the door. And I wanted to come back in and apologize so bad, but I was scared you wouldn’t talk to me...I’m so sorry...” 

You take a deep breath, calming down a bit once you realize that he feels the same. 

“Will you stay over here tonight? I don’t want to let you go...” Tsukki whispered, his cheeks turning a deep red. You nod your head, snuggling closer into him. 

“I won’t leave your side until you tell me to....Until you tell me to and I actually believe it..” You mummer, already drifting off to sleep after 4 long nights without him by your side. 

“Mmm...so you won’t ever leave me side...got it.” He says quietly, a small smile forming on his lips as he pulls you in closer and closes his eyes. 

[pearl-blue-musings]

Let Me Down Slowly

idea: fwb + mutual pining

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Black!fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ scenarios, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, fingering, oral fem receiving, angst, I think that’s it

word count: 4.6K

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His lips find that patch of your neck that has you seeing stars as his hips grind into yours. The two of you snuck away from the celebration to find a moment alone. Who cares if it was his own birthday party? He didn’t want anyone to show up, but you knew that he would have a better time with his friends.

Tsukishima Kei would never admit that he only did this because he loves you or anything. No that wouldn’t do at all. The two of you have been best friends since being assigned to a project your first year of college. He wasn’t the biggest fan of you at first, but you crept into his life and didn’t leave. You even indulged him in his pursuits as a volleyball player which most whom he’d hooked up with didn’t care. But you did.

So why were his fingers buried deep in your pussy instead of holding your hand around his friends? Simple really: he thinks he’s not good enough to be your boyfriend and thinks you have feelings for one of his friends.

Your moans break him out of his own thoughts as he releases his lips from your neck and grumbles in your ear. “You better keep it down. Unless you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me?”

You quickly shake your head as your grip on him tightens. After hearing you moan, his fingers worked double time and his thumb started to rub circles on your clit. You’re biting your lip so hard it may start to bleed. But that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. If this is all you can get with him then it’s all you can get. Besides, there’s no way he could ever have feelings for you. You’re not even Japanese so there’s for sure no way he’d go for you. So you’ll settle, like you always do.

You cover your mouth with the back of your hand as Tsukishima drags an orgasm out of you. He keeps finger fucking you through it until your breath is even. Your lips still taste of him, having blown him before he chose to finger you behind closed doors. Both of you satisfied, you time your exits to make it seem inconspicuous.

You realize and remember then that you’d do anything to be close to Tsukishima Kei. And that fills you with love but also an immense guilt knowing that you’re just using him. You return to the party and try to cope with the fact that that’s all you’ll ever be to him. How long have the two of you had this friends with benefits relationship?

It had started in your third year of college, your ex had recently dumped you and happened to be at the same party as you. Tsukisima had taken you out to hopefully get you to stop complaining. You had off-handedly told him he’s being nice to his friends and he playfully smacked you.

Your buzz had been keeping you high and mighty until you turned the corner and saw your ex making out and getting handsy with someone and you wanted to vomit. You had momentarily forgotten your tall friend was behind you and he promptly bumped into you.

“Oi, what’s the hold up?”

He follows your shaky stare and he sees it. His eyes narrow in on your ex and some random practically humping each other against the wall. The blond rolls his eyes as he steps in front of you and taking the lead. He purposefully bumps into your exes back, distracting him momentarily. The young man interrupted, is about to shout at Tsukishima until he spots you. A sinister smirk adorns his face as he leaves his recent conquest and stalks closer toward you.

“(Y/n), you look,” he licks his lips as his body is now merely inches away from yours, “delicious.” His lips graze over your ear sending shivers you wish you could prevent. His hands began to wander close to your hips and your anxiety skyrockets. “You know, I’m suddenly starting to regret breaking up with you. You just happened to remind me just how exotic you are and-“

He’s pulled away from you roughly and stumbles backwards. You see Tsukki’s hand wrapped around the back of their shirt and glaring daggers at your ex. “If you think of finishing that statement, I will end you. If you even think of approaching (Y/n) ever again, I will destroy you.”

He drops your ex to the ground as he struggles to get up. He wipes at his mouth and shrugs. “Whatever man, have fun with your jungle-“ He doesn’t finish his insult as he’s met with a fist to his face. You were stunned into silence. You were hurt by the words your ex had spouted at you but wasn’t surprised.

But Tsukishima punching him for you? That was jaw dropping for you.

To prevent anymore drama and attention, you grab hold of his arm and drag him through the crowd at the party making your way to the exit. As you stand outside the house, you can feel Tsukishima shake in anger. You look to him and place a calming hand on his bicep. “Tsukishima…”

“That guy is such an asshat! How could you have dated someone like him?”

“Excuse me?”

“That guy was insecure in himself and he took it out on you, talking about you like you’re lesser because you’re not…” He paused his tirade as his golden hues meet yours. Your eyes were always beautiful to him, hell everything about you was beautiful to him. The way your skin would glow in the sun at sunset, the dexterity of your hair, how almost any color looked good on your skin; he loved it all. But he couldn’t tell you any of that. You wouldn’t go for someone so lame as him.

You meet his gaze, wanting him to finish his sentence. Does he love you? You sure as hell hope he does. Because no ordinary good friend would go that far for you, let alone defend you in the manner he did. God, how long have you been in love with him? Was it after you two successfully presented your project, or when he picked up your favorite snacks for your late night study session? You’re not entirely sure, but maybe just maybe something can change tonight.

But are you ready for a relationship after running into your ex? Would Tsukishima act the same way?

“Tsukki.”

“Shut up,” he breathes and leans in to kiss you. His hands find his way to your cheeks as he holds you close. Your hands find support in his arms as the kiss deepens. His hands move from your cheeks and trail down to your waist to pull you into hips, expressing his desire and want for you. You let a moan slip from your throat and fuels the fire within him. With your lips slightly open, he sneaks his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss. When the need for air became imminent, the pair pulls away breathing heavily and getting lost in each others eyes.

His blown out and lust filled golden eyes bare into yours as thousands of thoughts run through your mind. His hands never leave your body as his fingers graze up and down your torso. “My car. Now.”

You never knew Tsukishima was so talented with his fingers. The way they perfectly fit around your ass, the way your pussy easily takes in three of them bringing you to release with his tongue, the way they taste in your mouth as you suck on them as he pounds into you with his dick. God his cock was magical. The way it hit your cervix and had you seeing stars with every thrust was euphoric. It was the drug that kept you high and dazed and you never wanted the buzz to end. His hands were practically made to cup your breasts and his tongue meant for your nipples and your clit. You lost count of how many times you came but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was how good he was making you feel. Fuck, you love him.

You love him?

If he had to make any kind of comment it would be how you were made for him. Your throat and pussy were ruined for anyone else and he wanted to keep it that way. Your slick cunt was made for his and his cock alone as he fucked you into the leather seats. His hands belong on your hips, and fuck, the contrast of your skin against his was gonna make him cum early. The way you moaned his name, called him sir and master had him shooting blanks into you and cursing your name. The taste of your juices and skin is a taste he can find himself addicted to and, shit he only wants you to make that face for him. Just for him, all for him because he loves you.

He loves you?

45 minutes later and his car windows are covered in condensation. The car smells of sweat and sex as you lay on top of Tsukishima’s strong and taut body. His hand stays on your lower back as he breathes into your ear.

“Tsukki?” Your question caught him off guard as he hums in response. “I wanna do this again.”

You feel him chuckle underneath you. He sits up a bit to turn your head and kiss him. “I mean I’m down for another round right now, I thought you needed a break.” You smack his chest which earns another laugh from him. He sees your eyes roll and some dread fills him, so he thinks of what is best for the both of you. “You mean like friends with benefits?”

That response shocks you, but you’re not surprised. This is Tsukishima Kei after all, there’s no way he’d want a relationship with you, and vice versa. “Yeah, like that,” you mumble out and lay back down on his warm skin.

Tsukishima quirks his eyebrow and sits on his elbows. “Is that what you want shortcake?”

“Don’t call me that, it’s embarrassing!”

He snickers, “well maybe I just have to call you that more often.” He kisses you softly again at your flustered state, “shortcake.”

You playfully hit him and bury your face in his chest. If only you had feelings for him back, he would revel in this moment longer and not consider it fleeting. He sighs deeply at his dilemma and nods. “Deal, we’ll just use each other for our bodies but stay friends.

“Right, shortcake?”

***************

He drank more than he should have tonight. He was with his old high school friends after watching their match, being jealous of how much better they’ve gotten but also seeing his own room for improvement. Sure this wasn’t their first matchup but still.  He had invited you to the game, wanting you to hang out with his close friends from high school and to see something important to him. Your response had surprised him, and hurt but he wouldn’t let you know that.

“Oh yeah! I got invited by Hinata Shoyo! We met at the other game y’all had against each other and told me to come. So I’ll see you there?”

Tsukishima isn’t sure why that bothered him so much. So what if Hinata invited you to the same game? It’s not like you like him or something. Or maybe you do? He is a nicer guy, grew and filled out since Brazil… poor guy has so many people after him so it’s only a logical thing he thinks. Maybe you’ve fallen under his spell too. Since Hinata was overseas, he probably knows how to treat you better anyways. He’s been stuck in Japan all his life so of course the orange haired man is a viable and better choice. Not him. Never him.

But he knows he shouldn’t have responded so meanly to you.

He doesn’t even like Yachi that way. They’re just close friends and from what Tadashi has told him she and the freckled man are dating. So why did he tell you he’d only be sitting with her? He tries to erase the sadness in your expression as he tells you to sit in your boy toy’s seat seeing as you’re wearing his jersey. You stormed off then and sat by yourself. Sure you cheered for your new friend Hinata, but you couldn’t help but look to the tall bespectacled blond every now and then.

Maybe just maybe you’ll accept Hinata’s date offer…

So why was Tsukki drunk texting you as if you weren’t at the same bar?

Tsukki: heyyy

Hey??

Tsukki: is he betttt er than me???

What are you talking about?

Tsukki: don’t be stupid, that orange haired fucker

You mean Shoyo?

Tsukki: first name basis huhhh? You fuck every guy you meet after two times?

Tsukki: that’s all it took for us

Shut up, I’m not sleeping with him and you know that’s not true

Tsukki: you expect me to believe that??

I don’t have time for this, I’m fucking leaving

Tsukki: wait don’t, don’t go pls

Tsukki: Y/n?

Tsukki: fuck don’t go with him

You couldn’t deal with drunk Tsukki right now. Just what the hell is his problem? You turn off your phone and place it in your purse, sulking into your hand as you ask for another drink deciding against leaving. Being absorbed in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized the seat to your left suddenly became occupied.

“Hey! How are you doing? Did you enjoy the game?”

Your turned and are met with the bouncy Hinata, opting for a water to keep himself from being too drunk. You chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Heh, I’m doing alright and yes I enjoyed the game! I wanna thank you for inviting me.”

Hinata shyly giggled as he sips his water. “It really was nothing! I’m honored you wore my jersey! Was it comfortable?”

His energy was turning your night around and it made you smile with ease. “I really liked it. Would it be bad if I wanted to keep it?”

“No not at all! As long as you come to my other games?” When Hinata wanted something, he goes for it, and this time this something just happened to be you. He had met you, ironically, at one of Tsukishima’s birthday parties when he came back and he’s been hooked on you ever since. He knew you and the tall blond were close but was unaware of the nature of your friendship. He reached out to place his palm on yours, hoping you won’t shy away from him or his attempts at advancing on you. His hand felt warm and confident as you tried to avoid thinking of the differences from his hand and Tsukishima’s hands. Those hands that had held your thighs apart while he tongue fucked you into oblivion; the same hands that smacked your ass so hard you could barely feel it when you would ride him. Nope, not those hands. Only Hinata’s hands right now. Just those hands.

You place your other hand on top of his and tilt in closer toward him. “If I won’t be a distraction then yes, I’ll come to more of your games.”

A broad smile breaks out on the mans tanned face. “Really? That’s great! I have to admit, I was a little nervous about asking you this.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I, uh, well. I thought you were with Tsukishima. You kept looking at him a lot and he looks at you a lot too! I noticed it at the party we met at about a year ago. So I was scared, but my teammates helped me get the courage to talk to you. Sorry, I don’t mean to ramble on.”

You chuckle a bit and reassure him it’s okay. But was it? Is it really okay for you to be thinking about Hinata like this when you’ve spent so long in love with someone else? Maybe it was time for you to move on.

“Tsukishima and I are just friends. Nothing more…” You tried to cover up your despair over saying those words out loud, but it barely passed by him. Hinata may only have volleyball on the brain, but he has gotten really good at reading people.

So he lowers his head and voice and whispers so only you can hear: “You love him, don’t you?”

You almost slap the drink on the counter when those words register in your ears. A cough emits from your throat as you try and fail to catch your breath. The sound of glass sliding on countertop and your coughs earned you a few turned heads, including a shaggy haired blond glaring daggers past you. “Hinata, that’s, that’s ridiculous. We’re just friends.”

“Aw come on you don’t have to lie to me!” His infectious smile reaches you as grab ahold of his hand again. “I’m not the one-brained person everyone thinks I am, (Y/n). Tsukki is my friend and it wouldn’t be right for me to ask you out knowing he loves you too!”

Your eyes widen at that. Tsukishima Kei, in love with you? Yeah right. Maybe when flip phones make a resurgence then maybe but never. Never. Never?

“Hinata please, don’t break my heart more than it already is. I know he doesn’t, I mean look at me. I don’t look like Yachi or, or anyone here…” you trail off as you feel a few tears fall from your eyes. Hinata is quick to wipe them away being careful of your makeup. You unknowingly lean into his touch and hold the hand caressing your cheek. When was the last time you were touched with such care? (When Tsukishima cuddled you after he fucked your brains out and you were crying over the fact that the two of you would only ever amount to this. He had no idea why he was consoling you but he just did it anyways. About three weeks ago to be exact.)

You want to kiss him. You know Hinata would treat you right despite his intense volleyball schedule. You know that he has some feelings for you and you think you could grow into them. You know you could. And you want to. It would hopefully stop the ache in your heart and what could be better than that? You’re so close, you can feel his breath on your lips but you can’t.

You can’t do it.

You start to pull away when you hear a ruckus behind you, catching your attention. Kuroo, you think, is berating someone and you see Bokuto and Atsumu, yeah him, laughing at Tsukishima’s wobbly retreating figure. You turn back around to Hinata and he has a knowing look and smile on his face.

“Go to him, okay? I’ll be alright!”

**************

Fuck that pissed him off.

How could you do that in front of him? You touched him like how he wanted you to touch him and that irked him. He couldn’t stand to see you be happy with someone that wasn’t him. Why couldn’t he just tell you? Why couldn’t he be strong and enough for once in his life where it counts and tell you he loves you. Always has, always will.

He shouldn’t have let Kuroo and Bokuto’s words get to him.

“Whoa Tsukki, I didn’t know that Hinata knew (Y/n)-chan!” Bokuto excitedly states, making everyone at the tabletop to look at you and Hinata. Tsukishima may have kept his stare neutral, but the grip on his glass told another story.

Kuroo followed his line of sight and then down to his friend’s glass. “That’s her isn’t it, Tsukki?”

“Knock it off.”

Kuroo’s smirk widens as he presses on. “Your, as you said, fuck buddy right? Do you think she’s been fucking you but dating Hinata on the side? That would suck, huh?”

Tsukishima’s hardening golden glare shifts to the cat like man as he avoids the thoughts running rampant in his brain. “I said,” he hissed, “to knock it off,” he accents every word.

That only makes Kuroo snicker. “Please, if you really had feelings for her like you’ve mentioned on many a drunken night then you would’ve done something by now. Am I right?”

The silent angry blond had nothing to say as his anger dissipates. He has a point unfortunately. He’s a coward and he knows it. But he knows you deserve the world and he doesn’t think he’s enough for you. You’re meant to be shown off and unbound, sharing your light with the world; he would only hold you back he surmises. You deserve better than him.

“She deserves better than-“

“Oh shit are they about to kiss?!”

That was the final straw for him. He abruptly stands, but spills his drink all over him. Who cares, he’s already decently drunk so one less drink is fine in his book. Kuroo tried to stop him but his buds keep on laughing, Atsumu joining in on the laughter. But Tsukishima shakily steps out of the bar, unaware that he was being followed.

The air awakens his senses a bit as he takes a deep breath. His mind contemplates his next move. He’s lost. He was too weak. Hinata had surpassed him in something else and now he has to live with that he just can’t fucking deal with-

“Tsukki?”

He feels the tug on his jacket before he hears and sees you. Your eyes look distressed as you take in his visage. Your eyes soften as you see the spill and pull out your purse to try and clean it up. You’re close to wiping it up when his hand wraps around your wrist.

“Stop it.”

“You have a stain, and unless you want to smell like liquor for the rest of the night then let me help.”

He snatches his hand back and starts to walk away from you. “I don’t need your help.”

You’re about to speed up but mumble a fuck it and step out of your heels to catch up with the tall blond. “Hey! Don’t walk away from me!”

You almost run into him since he stopped suddenly, waiting for you. “Why did you take off your shoes? Do you have any idea how gross these streets are?”

“I wouldn’t have done it,” you pant, “if you and your long noodle legs didn’t waltz away from me! Now tell me what’s wrong.”

He rolls his eyes and looks back down to you. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit!”

The two of you stand there waiting for the other to say something. Tsukishima reaches for his phone and starts typing.

“What are you doing,” you exasperate.

“Calling us an Uber, shortcake.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, would you prefer Hinata’s girlfriend?”

“Oh my god we’re not dating or sleeping together!”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

You stand farther away from him as your anger radiates. “You’re impossible.” You sit on a nearby bench as the two of you wait for the Uber. Once it arrives, you see that you’re headed to your apartment. “Why not yours?”

“Yours is closer,” he whispers.

“Hmm.”

The ride is silent except for the soft music being played and some nightlife with your window partially rolled down. You recognize the outside of your building as the car comes to a stop. The two of you get out and the car pulls away. Tsukishima starts walking up like usual but you stop him.

“We’re not going in until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

He shrugs, “then I guess we’ll be out here for a while.”

You want to pull out your hair you’re getting so angry. “Kei I can’t keep doing this! I’m gonna go inside and you’re gonna go home and sulk and be a fucking asshole because I’m not dealing with this.”

You hadn’t called him Kei in a long time and now he wants you to say it again. But he’s met with your back as you walk forward to enter your building. “Shortcake…”

“No,” you swiftly turn around. “You don’t get to call me shortcake, or sweetie, or baby girl or, or nothing! You’ve been acting like a real douchebag all night and I’m sick of it! You won’t open up to me! What did I do to deserve this?” You hadn’t realized how frustrated you were as more tears fall down your cheeks.

“Nothing,” he whispers. “Hah, you didn’t do anything. Please don’t cry.”

You’re now rubbing at your eyes harshly, disregarding your makeup. “How can I not? You accuse me of sleeping with Hinata when I’m not. You won’t answer my questions about why you’re so upset. I really wish I didn’t…” you trail off, realizing what you were about to say. “Forget it, I’ll see you whenever Tsukki.”

“Wait, (Y/n). I’m…

“I’m sorry.”

The softness in his voice was foreign to you but it made you unclench your shoulders and turn to him. You see his hands are held together and his eyebrows are furrowed together. You’ve never seen him like this and you wonder if maybe he’s just super drunk and needs to go inside.

“Hey, I’ll take you inside to get you some water and-“

“I love you, shortcake.”

Your purse and shoes fall onto the concrete as your heart skips a beat. Your lip trembles as you want to cry, scream, shout, reach out to him. Did he really say what he said?

“What,” you stutter, “what did you say?”

Feeling more confident and less angry, he closes the distance between the two of you. “I love you, shortcake.” He kisses your forehead and lowers his voice. “Always have,” he kisses your cheek while holding your face in his hands. “Always will,” his sweet breath tickles your lips and he places his lips over yours. This kiss, was probably the softest and most sensual kiss the two of you have ever shared.

Your arms naturally wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you. Is this real? Is this actually happening? You break apart as you feel him wipe away a tear on your cheek. “Damnit,” you mutter, “I’m crying so much today what the fuck.”

Kei just chuckles and gazes into your eyes. “I said what I said, and I’m not taking it back.”

“And you think I want you to? Fuck, Kei I’ve been in love with you for so long. I thought, I thought that there was no way you could ever love me in the way I love you.”

He silently hums in accordance as he holds you to him. “I never had feelings for Yachi.”

“I only considered Hinata to try and move on from you.”

“You know we’re nothing alike right?”

You laugh and look up at him. “Shut up and kiss me.” His eyes roll a little but he captures you lips one more time in front of your building. His tongue licks at your bottom lip making you moan into his lips. His grip on your hips tightens and you can already feel him semi hard against your body.

“Really Kei? You know that it’s just whiskey dick right?”

“You really know how to ruin the mood.” He picks up your shoes and purse and using his free hand extends it to you. You had always known his hands fit your perfectly but this is almost too much perfection. As you make your way to the elevator and press the button for your floor, he leans over the whisper in your ear.

“My dick may be limp, but at least I know I can eat and finger fuck your pussy all night.”

The next morning you were sure your neighbors were going to complain but with your hoarse voice, it’d be hard to tell them your boyfriend and love of your life was just treating you right.

[iwaisa]

request. trynna think of a request for u rn 🧏‍♀️ how ab tsukki w a best friend who’s so grade conscious bc ppl have high expectations of them n one day she breaks down bc she b afraid of failure n he’s like .......ok ill comfort them bc theyre my best friend but im also secretly in love w them trope😝 definitrly not because this reminds me of a certain someone who is not myself and i definitrly dont need to hear this😭 - @tsukisemi​

a/n. sue you are a GENIUS I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN. i absolutely adore best friends to lovers/childhood friends to lovers tropes they make me so happy ugh once again THANK YOU

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- pairing. tsukishima x female reader (pronouns not specifically stated, but there is ma’am lol)

- warnings. make out session! lol oops. suggestive content

- word count. 1.8k+

it was a friday evening, and you found yourself studying at kei tsukishima’s house. again. no matter how many times you tried to convince him to do other things while hanging out in the warmth of his bedroom, he always insisted that academics came before baking and movies.

the two of you have been friends since your last year of junior high, after yamaguchi was too busy looking up at his tall companion to realize another figure was about to collide with him. the two of you made contact with the ground, before jumping up to apologize quickly.

tsukishima found himself instantly infatuated with you - you were gorgeous. your breathtaking eyes, the way your school uniform seemed to fit just perfectly, the way he imagined your smaller hands and fingers slotting in between his - he was absolutely intrigued. yamaguchi would say love at first sight, the taller male would call him ridiculous.

the three of you instantly clicked, with you and yamaguchi being the more talkative ones of the trio. tsukishima acted as a parental figure, scolding you two constantly for doing things you weren’t supposed to.

upon overhearing a conversation with sensei that you would be heading to karasuno for high school - the same place tsukishima and yamaguchi were planning on going - he let out a breath he never knew he was holding in. he continued listening to sensei urging you to plan on going somewhere more academic based - like shiratorizwa or fukurōdani. you put it simply that you would rather go somewhere more balanced. sensei was hesitant before he approved of your plans.

you had always been good at doing homework and classwork, but you weren’t so good at taking tests. they intimidated you, making you worry that you would end up receiving something lower than a B+. tsukishima and yamaguchi knew of course, since the two of you held frequent study sessions at each others’ houses. this tradition carried on even when the three of you made it into karasuno, just not as frequently due to the boys’ volleyball practices.

today, however, yamaguchi was helping yachi teach kageyama and hinata english since tsukishima blatantly refused. the two of you headed back to his house, and instantly began flipping through your textbooks. he was quietly scribbling words and numbers on his papers, seemingly flying through assignments. you were sat on his bed, stuck on one section in particular.

“why the hell is ap chemistry so hard?” you sighed, scratching your scalp. tsukishima turned his head to see you rubbing your eyes, which adorned deep blue bags underneath. he sighed, putting his pencil down as he walked to sit on the edge of the bed alongside you. he looked over your shoulder, reading the complex chemical equations. “you know this one, l/n. you got it.” 

you shook your head quickly, “no, i don’t tsukki. i have no idea what i’m doing and sensei literally didn’t even teach us this. see, this is why i’m glad i didn’t end up going to an academy because this would be ten times harder. i hate that people are always assuming i can handle this with ease. i can’t.” you finished, blinking back tears.

tsukishima sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses before readjusting them to focus on the question. he began rubbing his finger over the numbers, slowly explaining each process. you were surprised he was being kind, but you didn’t want to take this soft moment for granted. you simply nodded your head, hurriedly scribbling down what he was saying in your notebook.

“tell you what,” he turned, looking into your eyes. “if you can do these next four questions by yourself, i’ll give you something i’ve been meaning to for a while.” you tilted your head, “tsukki, my birthday was months ago.” he chuckled, getting up to sit in his chair, which was now facing you. “i’m aware.” the two of you stared at each other for a while, before you turned your attention back to your textbook.

using tsukishima’s explanations and whatever strategies you learned from sensei, you flew through two of the questions with ease, getting stuck on the third one. tsukishima explained once more, telling you to use a different equation for the next two. you nodded, finally understanding.

the next two questions were hard to figure out, but you finally got through them. you placed your pencil in between the crease of the pages, looking up to tsukisima expectedly. when he didn’t move, you were confused. did he just trick you into doing homework?

tsukishima gulped, attempting to calm his erratic heart and shaky legs. was he ready for this? no, he wasn’t. but even as yamaguchi said; he’s been putting this off for long enough. he knew he liked you, but had no idea just what to do about it. he knew he would be jeopardizing your friendship in some way, but tsukishima couldn’t deny that he wanted some sort of affectionate skinship to happen between the two of you.

he released his lower lip from his teeth before shaking his head. he stood up, walking towards you with slight hesitation. he plopped himself next to you, your shoulders brushing against each other. tsukishima lifted his glasses off his nose before leaning forward, pressing a quick peck to your lips.

your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened more than you believed they ever could. your face exploded with heat, and you began spewing out incoherent words. he stood up, returning to his seat. “tsukki?” you asked in disbelief. “yes?” he responded, seemingly unphased. “w-what was that?” he watched you run your middle and forefinger over your lips, “my gift.” your jaw dropped open once more, earning a rare chuckle from your blond friend. or maybe, not a friend anymore.

“if you finish the next four questions, i’ll give you another one. if you want,” his last words were muffled by the back of his hand. you smiled at the sight; tsukishima, the most stoic boy you’ve ever met, was embarrassed. nonetheless, you were going to earn another kiss from your friend, not to mention the boy you’ve been in love with for the past two years.

you were quick to pick up your pencil, reading the questions as quickly as possible. “and don’t rush either, idiot,” tsukishima jested. you stuck your tongue out at him, feeling your heart flutter as he let out a soft chuckle.

you made sure to complete each question thoroughly, wondering if you would get extra points for doing more work. tsukishima stood over your figure, eyes scanning over each question. he pointed at one, “the equation was right, but check your calculations again.” you sighed, turning back to the book. 

tsukishima bent over, pressing a light kiss atop your head, making you jolt in surprise. he staggered back holding his chin, and you stood up waving your hands frantically. he held his hand up to stop your word-vomit, letting a light chuckle escape his lips.

you pressed your lips in a line, sitting back down. you began calculating the equation once more, finally coming up with the right answer. “there you go. see? you only have four questions left now.” you lifted your chin expectedly, watching him squat in front of you. you pursed your lips as he began to lean in, pressing teasing kisses to both of your cheeks. you groaned in annoyance, before sandwiching his face in between your palms. “stop teasing,” you muttered sternly. “yes ma’am,” he joked, finally closing the distance between you two.

this kiss was a tad bit more passionate, the two of you moving your lips together excitedly. it would’ve been a make out session, if tsukishima had not pulled away with a grin. “last four questions.” he smirked at you before standing up, returning to his chair once more.

these questions were possibly the worst. there were multiple equations in each separate question, and it left you wondering why someone would ever want to major in chemistry. tsukishima watched your face contort into borderline anger, your lower lip between your teeth. he swiftly stood up, placing himself next to you on the bed. he reached his arm around you, rubbing circles into your lower back as you continued writing the wrong equations.

“here,” he spoke up finally, removing the pencil from your grasp. he began writing in a clear fashion which numbers were to be plugged in where, and it finally clicked for you. he glanced at your profile, watching your mouth fall open. he smiled to himself as he watched you solve the equations with ease, his hand never leaving your back.

you finally finished, looking up at the blond with long-awaited anticipation. “you’re eager,” he whispered, his eyes becoming soft. his gaze flickered between yours and your plush lips - the one’s he’s been waiting to feel on his for so long. and the feeling wasn’t disappointing. they felt amazing, and he was on cloud nine. a little voice that sounded like yamaguchi resonated in tsukishima’s head saying, “finally.”

the two of you began moving forward at a slow pace, until you gripped onto his shirt pulling him into you to finally close the gap. this kiss was definitely not like the last ones. this one was ferocious; two pining friends finally earning exactly what they’ve been patiently waiting for. 

tsukishima’s right hand made its way to your hip, prompting you to lay down. he hovered over you, not once pulling away. your tongue brushed against the seam of his lips, and he eagerly allowed your tongue to meet his. your hands began roaming, feeling tsukishima’s pecs. they slowly moved down to his abs, which were rock-solid, much to your surprise.

you gasped as he pulled away to press open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, moving down to your neck. your hands gripped his hair as he sucked on a particular spot that elicited a whine from your throat.

he pulled away, looking down at you with golden irises filled with lust. his gaze fell on the newly formed red spot on your neck, and he sat up pushing his glasses back to rest on the bridge of his nose. “sorry about that,” he whispered, his voice filled with nerves. “don’t be. i liked it,” you smiled, watching his gaze soften for the umpteenth time that day.

“do you like me?” he asked hesitantly. you paused, your eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion. “you know, for one of the smartest in the class, you’re pretty dumb.” he opened his mouth to protest, before you sat up to give him a quick kiss. “yes, i like you.”

his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you back down onto his bed. “can we cuddle,” he said it as more of a statement than a question. you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his back. “can you be my boyfriend,” you pretend to mock, causing his head to snap up. he nodded hastily before burrowing his face into your chest once more. 

“i love you,” he said, his words muffled by your shirt. “i love you too, kei.” you smiled as you ran your hands through his golden locks, hearing a content sigh escape his lips.

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I've been reading your writing religiously bc they're amazing! I hope you don't mind one more on your growing list of requests. Can I please have a tsukishima x reader scenario where she's a childhood best friend who moved away but came back years later? And he's mad and ignores her at first but then realizes that he's actually in love with her? Thank you!

Religiously?! Ou, honeyyy, you just made me happy!! And you know what’s crazy? I think you’re the only one to request Tsukki! When I’m done with this, I have no other Tsukki requests!!! It’s crazy, I have so much Kuroko no Basuke requests, and I realize I haven’t done a Haikyuu!! request since December! Here we go guys. (Sidenote: It was really hard to not include a jealousy situation here, I fought it so hard Anon-chan!!! Hahaha.)

Tired. That was the best description Tsukishima could describe his well being right now. He had just come home from a long walk from the school after a long bus ride home from an exhausting practice in Tokyo with Nekoma, Fukurodani, and the other schools from that practice camp. Tsukishima was thankful tomorrow was his first day off from school and practice. He felt like his knees were going to give out, he was ready to just collapse and fall asleep in the doorway.

“I’m home,” Tsukishima sighed as he toed his shoes off.

“Ah, Kei, welcome home!” Tsukishima was surprised to find his brother, Akiteru, home.

“Onii-san, you’re home?” Tsukishima questioned. It wasn’t his holiday vacation time, and Tsukishima was sure Akiteru had practice. So why was he home?

“I am. And guess who else is home?” Akiteru asked cheerfully. He was clearly excited. Akiteru always smiled, but there weren’t alot of times he smiled this excited. The last time Akiteru had smiled like that was when Karasuno defeated Shiratorizowa. Other than that, all his usual smiles appeared.

“Mom? I mean that would…” Tsukishima’s voice trailed off when he walked passed Akiteru, confused to see his older brother still smiling extremely excited, and walked into the living room to see you sitting on the couch.

It’s been so long. Almost five years. Enough time to change someone’s entire look, which you did. But it wasn’t enough for Tsukishima to not recognize you. How could he forget how you looked? He’s thought about your face almost everyday ever since you left Japan for America, just to study.

Study abroad, to America of all places. And for what? To become a vet? You could have done that here, in both your hometowns. Or at least in Tokyo where there are plenty of prominent veterinarian programs for you to study. You didn’t have to travel millions of miles away from him to chase your dreams.

Just thinking of it made Tsukishima clench his fist tightly.

“Kei!” you cheered as you met his eyes.

Within seconds, you ran to Tsukisima and jumped to wrap your arms over his shoulders. He had to hold you up before you two could fall onto the ground. It shocked him, really, this whole moment. Just a few seconds had passed and you still could get Tsukishima to change his mood almost instantaneously.

Your laughter? God, he didn’t realize how pretty it was until now. Maybe he just hadn’t heard it in so long that you actually sounded… Like a soft lullaby. Tsukishima hadn’t held you in five years. He didn’t fully understand how long that had been until he actually held your body. Has it really been that long? Tsukishima wrapped his arms around you almost as tight as you wrapped your arms him just to realize you were actually here.

But this wasn’t going to last. It never lasts.

“God, you’re still as dramatic as ever,” Tsukishima groaned as he placed you down.

You frowned disappointed. Akiteru did the same. “Kei, don’t be mean. ____ hasn’t been home in five years, so-”

“I’m going upstairs, I’m tired,” Tsukishima interjected. Akiteru and you watched Tsukishima walk towards his room worried.

Akiteru acted as if Tsukishima didn’t know that it had been five years. Of course he knew how long you had been gone. Tsukishima didn’t consciously count the days, he just did. It was a curse really. It wasn’t even a countdown to when he would see you next, just a reminder of how many days he didn’t get to see you, hear your voice, or get to feel your hair against his hand.

Even as Tsukishima plopped himself onto the bed, he still felt exhausted. His bones ached, his mind buzzed, and something in his chest… It was heavy. But he didn’t feel that until he saw you.

“Akiteru, do you think he’s still mad at me?” Tsukishima could over hear your soft words. You must be in Akiteru’s room. Even though you spoke softly and a thin wall divided you two, Tsukishima unconsciously could just find your voice. He always could. Even when he didn’t want to hear you, like now, his mind just listened to you anyway.

“No way. He did just come from Tokyo, maybe he really is tired,” Akituer chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it, ____.”

“Still, it’s my first day back. He didn’t have to act like that. I’ve missed him so much,” you said disappointed.

Tsukishima could just picture your frown right now. Growing up together would do that to you. That was Tsukishima’s explanation to everything that had to do with the two of you. Responding in sync, thinking of the others next move before the other did it, just knowing how the other would react in a situation. Tsukishima hated that he knew you were probably crying right now too.

“Oh c’mon, ____, don’t cry,” Right on cue. Good job, Kei. “Do you want to sleepover? We can stay up and talk about your stay in America if you want. And later, if Kei’s not tired, we can try and get him to hang out with us. Like the good ol’ days. Sound good?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, Aki-nii. Kei really seems mad at me, maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to stay,” you answered sorrowfully.

Of course you didn’t think it was a good idea for you to stay. If you stayed, Tsukishima wouldn’t have to spend those five years away from you. Skype calls weren’t enough. Seeing you happy in a place without Tsukishima irritated him. The days apart made him miss you.

Suddenly, Tsukishima’s eyes widened. He missed you. He never realized that until now. Swiftly, Tsukishima sat up and stared at the wall, as if you would magically pop through. Tsukishima missed you. He missed your laugh, he missed your smile, he missed your smell. He really missed you.

He missed you so much because he was in love with you.

Tsukishima could feel his heart stampeding throughout his body. It gave him a bigger headache but he could feel sudden energy excite him. He suddenly couldn’t sit still, he wanted to hold you.

All those years, he finally understood why he was so miserable. Yes, he was still the same. Yes, he was still playing volleyball. Yes, he never forgot you. But he was so miserable without you, he had to pretend to be himself. When on the inside, he just wanted to sit home and talk to you on Skype. It wasn’t enough, but it was all he had. Even when he forced everything, all he could think about was how proud he was to see you chase your dreams, even if it left him behind. Tsukishima never stopped thinking about you. You made him who he was, you made him hopeful, happy, proud, but then you made him miserable, small, and weak all at the same time.

He never understood why, but now he did. Tsukishima had been in love with you for so long, and your five year absence had to be the big sign in front of him to spell it out to him.

Outside in the hall, Tsukishima could hear Akiteru’s door click open. In a few long stride, Tsukishima opened the door to find you walking down the hall.

“____, you’re going home?” Tsukishima asked surprised. His mind was working at a hundred miles per hour, but on the outside he was calm, the usual unamused look he had.

“No,” you answered as you turned to see Tsukishima. He could see your cheeks were still a bit wet from earlier. You must have forgotten to wipe some tears. “I just wanted to get something from my luggage.”

“Your luggage? You came straight here from the airport?” That was surprising.

You nodded. “I wanted to see you guys first. I missed you guys alot, Kei.”

“I see,” Tsukishima responded awkwardly. All he could think about was telling you. He wanted to spend time with you, now that he realized his feelings. He wanted to know if you felt the same. Tsukishima needed to know.

It was silent for a bit. You two stood in the hallway awkwardly, the events of earlier still marked within your mind. Tsukishima just wanted to fix things.

“Uhm-”

“Ah, Kei, ____,” Akiteru emerged from his room, cell phone in hand. “I need to actually go somewhere, and I might be home late. So you two just hang out without me until I get home, alright?”

“Uh, sure,” you both replied.

Before Akiteru left you two to be together, Akiteru winked at Tsukishima discreetly. Tsukishima had to shake his head a bit before he understood what Akiteru was actually doing.

So you knew all along, huh Onii-chan? Could have told me.

“Uhm, do you want to look through my photo album?” you asked nervously. Tsukishima just looked at you. How could he not have realized he was in love with you from the beginning?

Yachi’s eyes didn’t shine like yours. He saw her everyday, and he couldn’t deny she was cute. But she didn’t have that shine in her eyes that tugged on his heart like you did. You were gorgeous, maybe even more gorgeous than Kiyoko. Even Tsukishima knows he doesn’t have to be like Nishinoya and Tanaka to appreciate beauty. Tsukishima appreciated you silently.

“Kei?”

“A-Actually,” Tsukishima stuttered as he grabbed your wrist. The action startled you. “Can we do something? Something else?”

“Uh, yeah, what?”

Without another second spent, Tsukishima pulled you into his arms and held you tightly. “K-Kei? What’s-”

“I missed you. Alot.” Tsukishima interjected. Just the thought of you leaving again made his arms wrap around you tighter.

“So you’re not mad at me?” you asked joyfully. You tried to smile at him, but Tsukishima’s hold on you prevented that. Instead you wrapped your arms around him, smiling as you leaned into him.

“Of course I am,” Tsukishima said quietly. Your heart sank and your smile disappeared. Tsukishima could picture it perfectly. But he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your existence. Because he’d be damned if he let this go again. “You left. Of course I’m mad.”

“Kei, we talked about this. I didn’t leave because of you or anything, I just-”

“Wanted to become the best vet you could be, I know,” Tsukishima felt bad for interrupting you so much. He didn’t want to talk anymore, honestly. He just wanted to hold you longer, be wrapped up in you for as long as you had made him miserable. “I just missed you, really bad. I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.”

“And I’m the dramatic one?” you chuckled. Tsukishima couldn’t help to chuckle with you, you could feel his breath against your chest. You wondered why he was acting a bit differently. But it wasn’t bad. Maybe Tsukishima really did miss you alot. “I’m graduated though, so I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Tsukishima whispered. “You owe me five years back.”

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𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 .ᐟ - kei t. 📼 ; 006

"You gonna keep starin' at your phone or are you gonna eat?" Tsukishkma quips smartly, humming when he takes a bite of his grilled eel. "Yeah, I am. My bad." Y/n jolts, her hand shakingly coming to grab her chopsticks and feed her chicken to herself. At the beginning, Tsukishima thought they were doing good! They exchanged in small talk, had some drinks, and got far more comfortable with each other, he hadn't said anything weird or inappropriate, therefore one would naturally think this date would be a success. Other than the fact that Y/n keeps checking her phone at any given chance. "I feel like I'm fighting for your engagement here." He sits back. "Sorry, it's just... work. We're pushing things fast so I think I'm just a little on the edge." She pokes at her dipping sauce with her meat, taking small bites.

Tsukishima catches it and grows antsy himself. "Don't think to much about it. You're with me now, leave all the extra stuff to them." It's his best attempt of cheering her up, causing her to smile lightly and chuckle, almost giggling if she didn't hold it back. "What's so funny?" He crosses his arms next. "You're so damn corny. Talking like you're taking care of me or something." Y/n focused back on her food. "Is that not what I'm supposed to do? I'm not some jackass." Another laugh. "I wouldn't hate it if you were. I like my men mean." She shrugs, eyeing him as she finally bites her meal again.

That woman has to be skilled in some sort of class of flattery, all she does is make him feel like he's underneath her in some way, needing to worship every object, surface, and material she touches. Tsukishima takes a deep breath, adjusting himself in his seat and trying to distract himself with his plate. "So... this idol stuff. Is it fun? I mean, you get to travel, sing, prance around—"

"That's not what being an idol is all about." Y/n cuts him off quickly, defensively. "It's more the lessons you learn from it. The people you meet are fun and interesting, but it's a lot more difficult and time consuming than people think." She continues, still prodding at her food.

"In my eyes, there are definitely a lot more things I could do." Y/n projects aloud, this time just staring at her bowl idly.

Whatever trance she's in, she snaps out of it to go back to her phone that lights up again scrolling through it once more. Her face wrinkles reading whatever popped up, he'd lost her the minute he got her back. Tsukishima's anxiety turned to frustration, he was hoping to sit down and talk to her more. Is he reading everything wrong? Does she not want him the way he does? Craving her attention every hour of the day only to be one-upped by whatever the hell is blowing up her phone.

He's not insecure by any means, if he isn't happy with something, he'll fix or adapt to it. But.. could it be safe to assume that it isn't a 'what' but a 'who'? Dammit, the idea of it bothers him so much, she's still playing with his emotions like a toy, using her charm to reel him in then throwing it all back at it like he means nothing. If that's the case...

Tsukishima abruptly stands from his spot, his long body making the table shift enough to catch Y/n off guard. "I just remembered I have early morning practice tomorrow. Can't be out too late." He puts on a façade of unfortune, patting himself down for a wallet. "Shouldn't keep you up either, c'mon, I'll take you home." He sets a few thousand yen bills on the table, prompting her to hurry. "R-Right. You think we could do this again?" Like hell he would. "We'll see."

It's funny really, to think that this is the same person who was once hounded by girls left and right. It makes him think if he were to, by random, accept one of those dumb little confessions, if it'd be just like this—one-sided or empty affection.

ᐟᐟ☆ fun facts 🥂

₊ ⊹ there are hidden metaphors and foreshadowing in the written portion 😉 ₊ ⊹ tsukishima deleted yn's number ₊ ⊹ yn intentionally started sending red hearts instead of a white one ₊ ⊹ text tone. shes picking up on his disinterest. ₊ ⊹ yachi saw both tweets do with that what you will ₊ ⊹ this isnt the first time kageyama's antagonized tsukishima to get him to talk or do something ₊ ⊹ tsukishima is projecting when girls would only get close to yamaguchi to talk to him which he why he hates it so much ₊ ⊹ parallels

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[animeanxiety]

|| Drunk ||

~ tsukishima x fem!reader ~

prompt: “Are you drunk?”

genre: ☁️fluff☁️ & slight 💚lime💚

⚠️warnings⚠️: dirty talk, swearing

(h/l = hair length, h/c = hair colour)

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It was 10pm at night, you were out with friends of yours and Tsuki’s, which who is your boyfriend. Tsuki isn’t the type to drink a lot, but he does drink at least a little bit. You on the other hand, drinks, not a lot, but more than your boyfriend. You have a high tolerance, but when it comes to strong drinks you kinda get tipsy. You and your friends were taking a bunch of shots, Tsuki didn’t think much of it. Yet. After about 6 rounds of shots, Tsuki started getting worried. You were slowly getting more and more drunk, and he didn’t want you to run off and get taken advantage of. “Y/n.. You should rest on the drinks now. You’ve had a lot.” Tsukishima suggested. “Mm.. Noo!! One more shott!!” You exclaimed. “Are you drunk?” He questions you, while holding your wrist gently. “Noooooo, not at alllssssss” Your words were slurred. “Come on, we’re going home” He started, standing you up. “Sorry guys, I need to take her home.” He finished his statement. “Byeeee girlieesssss” you beamed. “Tsk. What am I gonna do with you..” He mumbled.

~at home~

“Daddy~~” You spoke in a flirty tone. “Y/n, no. We’re not doing this-“ He got cut off, due to the fact that you forced a kiss onto his lips. Right there at the front door inside your house, you were both making out. Tsukishima fell into your little drunk spell, but soon snapped out of it, as he pulled away. “You’re drunk, come on let’s get you to bed” He says with a flustered look. “But Daddy~ Wouldn’t you want to fuck me?~” You remarked. “Not tonight.” He said as he picked you up, and took you to your bedroom. “Get changed” He ordered, looking away. “I need helpppssss” You mumbled. “Ugh. Fine.” He spoke in an annoyed tone, but he doesn’t mind taking care of you. Finally after a long 30 minutes of trying to get you into your pajamas, while trying to avoid your flirty actions, you were finally in some comfortable clothes to sleep in. “You betterrrrr fuk meh tomorrow nightts” You mumbled into your pillow. “Mhm we’ll see, princess.” He responded, while walking in with a cup of tea, and some ramen. “It’s still hot.” He mentioned. “Like youuuuu!!! You are hawtt tukii babyy” You spoke happily, but then started to hiccup. He kisses your forehead. “cuddleeesss plzzz” You pleaded. “Yes, I know, just wait.” He spoke as he was grabbing his headphones. He grabbed his headphones, knowing you won’t be able sleep in the state you were in, so he thought the playlist he made for you when you can’t sleep, or when you’re upset, so when you listen to it, you can calm down and relax. The playlist mostly had lofi hip hop, some other calming songs here and there. You know he has another playlist, called “Y/n❤️🦕” and it has songs that have a deep meaning for both of you, like an anniversary song, or a song that holds memories for both of you. He really loved you. You nuzzle into him, as he crawls into bed with you. “Eat some of your ramen first, before you snuggle up to me, dumb dumb.” He remarks. Since he knew you probably would’ve spilled it on the bed, he ended up feeding you the ramen.

~few minutes later~

You finished eating, and he put his headphones on you, as you snuggled into him again. He held you close to him, and kisses your forehead. “You’re such a hassle, but I love you.” He whispers. You smile, trying to plant a kiss on his cheek, so he moves closer for you to be able to give him a kiss.

~the next day~

You woke up to the smell of Tsuki’s scent, which smelled nice. He was already awake when you woke up, he was just running his fingers through your h/l, h/c hair. “Mm.. Tsuki..” You mumbled. “Goodmorning, sleepy head.” He remarks. “How drunk was I..?” You questioned him. “Pretty drunk, You wanted me to fuck you. And god it was a hassle to get you in those clothes your wearing.” He mentioned. “Mm..” You nuzzle back into his chest. He holds you there. “You were really drunk though. But it wasn’t too bad.” He spoke. “Sorry..for the trouble.. But thank you..” You said as you kissed his jawline, not making the effort to go up to his cheek. “It’s whatever. You’re my girlfriend, so I don’t mind taking care of you.” He responds. “I love you..” You said. “I love you too.” He replied. And you both just cuddled for the whole morning mostly. You really appreciated that he took care of your annoying ass while drunk. You couldn’t ask for a better salty, but soft boyfriend.