#tsukki soulmate!au

[osamiuya]

i’ve been mentally cooking a tskym soulmate au for so long i need to get a grip and actually write something

[mysoncookie]

Haikyuu fic recs

Blurring Reality Lines by seda

Gen, Teen & Up, M/M, No Archive Warning Apply

Available on Ao3, Complete, Implied Sexual Content | Wordcount: 19,957

Summary: Playing The Sims 2 was like a haven of peace in Sakusa Kiyoomi's life. It was nice to get into the game and know that he could control absolutely everything that happened. But when the real world starts to mirror the game's events, he will be forced to face the scenarios that he’s been trying so hard to avoid.

I hope the night sky is pretty wherever you are by Idnis

Explicit, M/M, No Archive Warning Apply

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 28,919

Has an On Going Series Called "I hope the night sky is pretty wherever you are universe"

Summary: Soulmate au where what you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's as well. Except Tsukki hasn't written to his soulmate for years. He doesn't think it's okay for the universe to just decide who's the one for him. Ever since he was young he decided that Yamaguchi was the one for him, and no soulmate was going to change that. If only Yamaguchi thought the same.

In Another Life by LittleLuxray

Teen & Up, M/M, Graphic Depiction of Violence

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 22,995

Summary: Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

r/Relationship_Advice by xllx (exasperatedmoron)

Gen, M/M, No Archive Warning Apply

Available on Ao3, Complete | Wordcount: 3,607

Summary: My two best friends (M25 & M25) have been in love with each other since high school. Posted by u/pinkthrowaway • 5 hours ago I (F25) have been best friends with Orange (M25) and Blue (M25) for the better part of a decade. The two of them were student athletes and I was the manager for their sports club. There were only five of us in our year’s intake so, naturally, we became closer as friends.

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what do you guys think of this new format??? Idk how to feel about it currently let me know if I should change or add something to it

sorry for the late post btw I was busy with school, now that the school year is over I'll post more frequently I promise

and yes, for those who where waiting for me to update my bnha dabi recs, don't worry I'm getting to it

[lou-struck]

A New Year's Miss

Kei Tsukishima x reader

~ New Year's Meet Cute/ Soulmate Au

WC: 1.5k

Hey, @tsukkismoonlight it's your secret Santa for the Teahouse Fic exchange. Sorry it took so long, I got a bit Christmassed out and had to go back to the drawing board.

People don’t always meet their soulmates. It’s an unfortunate truth that comes with a world with over 8 billion in population.

But love can exist without meeting soulmates. And so many people settle for love, not their other half.

When you were a child, you thought you would meet the person you were destined for. Every little crush you had sparked this sense of longing in your chest. 

What if they are the one? 

What if the moment the two of you touch you realize that the two of you have been meant for each other all your lives?

Put every handshake, every hug, every bump you felt nothing. After a certain amount of time, you feel it. You get hit with the same truth that everyone else’s discovered.

Your soulmate is probably on the other side of the world. You’ll never meet them. And so… You gave up. Focusing on living your life and settling for love. But it’s been hard to commit to somebody else when the possibility that your soulmate is out there lives in the back of your mind.

~

The countdown to midnight has begun. The bar is filled with glittery patrons, clad in Flashy New Year's hats, glasses, and beads. Everyone is living it up as if the very world could end when the ball drops. 

But New Year’s always brings around a sense of desperation for the people who still hold on to the idea that their soulmate is out there. Everybody wants to go into the new year with love.

Under your feet, the epoxy is sticky from spilled beer and spirits as you look around for a familiar face from among the hundreds of sweaty dancing bodies. Your friends have decided to try to find their own soulmates before midnight. 

Sourly, you think of how impossible the odds seem that anyone could meet their soulmate in a little bar like this. But say nothing as your little group gets whittled down one by one until you are alone. Not caring enough about searching for ‘The One.’

The stuffy air invades your lungs, and an unforgettable warmth blossoms on your skin. Your search and the occasional bump from tipsy strangers only make the uncomfortable warmth you are feeling an increase.

It's just too damn hot in here

If you don’t get some air, you are going to lose your mind.

Walking along the outskirts of a dance floor, you make your way to the staircase that leads to the rooftop. Even if it’s crowded, spending a bit of time outside sounds nice. Being the end of December, the air will be enough to help you cool down.

The staircase is narrow enough that you don’t have to deal with people loitering on it. It’s only a few steps to the top, but already you felt better.

Although The rooftop isn’t as crowded as the dance floor below, there is still quite the party going on up there.

But you don’t really care, not when you get to you enjoy the feeling of the cool night air against your skin.

Taking in your surroundings, you notice a tall man with grayish-green hair walking through the crowd, scanning his head every which way as a shorter man with bright orange hair follows him.

They are both wearing cheesy New Year glasses and holding tall glasses of champagne in both hands.

“Tsukki!” He calls, he’s close enough that you can see the pink tintype of alcohol upon his freckled cheeks. “Where did you go?”

“Maybe he went downstairs Tadashi.” The smaller guy says. Walking by you and leading his friend down the stairs.

As the men head down the stairs. You chuckle a bit. You were only searching for your friends a few minutes ago. But now you’re not worried, you know your friends are still here since you drove everybody. So you decide to take a bit more time do you enjoy yourself.

The rooftop is a lot larger than you expected, and the thick crowd thins out as you get farther away from the bar and the dance floor.

Leaning up against the rail, the last bit of uncomfortableness fades away as you stare out at a clear sky. There are too many lights in the city, so you can’t see the stars. But the sky is still beautiful.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickle and you turn your head to see that you are not alone. A blond man scrolls on his phone on an empty lounge chair behind you.

“You took my spot,” he tsks, looking up from his screen and readjusting the glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't realize that this railing belonged to you." you laugh looking down at the man. His lips turn upwards into a bit of a smile at your attitude.

"There is an unspoken rule about hiding spots," he says, getting up from his seat and walking over to you, and placing his arms on the railing.

"So you're hiding?" you ask, getting a better look at him. He's tall, much taller than you thought he was from his seat. His frame is slim but not wiry. You bet he has a surprising bit of muscle from underneath his gray knit sweater.

Why someone as good-looking as him would want to hide tucked away on the corner of a rooftop when he could easily get swarmed by desperate partygoers is beyond you.

"Obviously, these people are too energetic for me," he shrugs. "It's pretty annoying."

He is a bit of a sourpuss, but it's kind of endearing.

"I can't argue with that," you smile. "It's way too hot down there. I didn't want to keep getting bumped into."

"I guess I could let you use my hiding spot for a little longer," he says, looking at you with his golden brown eyes.

"You'll let me?" you tease, bumping into his shoulder slightly. "Well, I guess if you're letting me, then I might."

"What's your name?" 

You clear your throat and meet his gaze. “it’s y/n”

“Kei Tsukishima.” He returns, holding out his hand. You take it and you feel as if electricity is coursing through your veins. Sparked by a familiar yet unfamiliar touch.

Talking to strangers on rooftop bars isn’t something that you have made a habit of in your life, but this... Meeting this man sparks some sort of feeling in your chest.

“Did- did you feel that too?” you breathe, still trying to recover from that wonderfully strange sensation.

“I did,” he says a bit too quietly. The sarcastic boldness that he carried earlier is gone from his tone and he staring at you with those beautiful eyes again, trying to take in every detail of your face. “Does this mean..”

“I think so,” you murmur. "We’re soulmates.”

Your hands are still clutching each other like a lifeline and neither of you wants to let go. You just stand there as a cold breeze toys with your hair. 

“One minute to midnight,” you hear the Dj call over the loudspeakers.

“Oh right,” Tsukishima laughs, glancing back towards the rest of the party behind you, “We’re in a bar.”

“You forgot?” you smirk at your soulmate covering the fact that as of a few seconds ago, you also forgot everything else that wasn't Kei Tsukishima.

“You got a bit of an attitude,” he says, leaning over, his tall frame completely hiding your shorter one as he breathes into the shell of your ear. “I like it.”

“Shuddup,” you mumble, watching his lips pull away from you.

“It's almost midnight," he says, giving the party a bored glance.,"But I don't think I can wait that long."

"For what?" you ask.

He smiles and his hand comes to rest on the back of your neck. "To kiss my soulmate, of course."

"T-then don't wait," you say, fighting against the goosebumps of apprehension that appear on your skin.

He is just so close.

You have never wanted someone to kiss you so badly in your entire life.

That jerk. He wants it too, but he is toying with you.

“Fine,” you sigh, taking your free hand and grabbing him by the collar, and pulling his lips to yours. You feel him gasp in surprise, but he only deepens the kiss.

You only know that it’s midnight by the cheers that erupt behind you.

Fireworks filled the night sky and confetti rains down from God knows where. It’s the new year.

But the two of you stay lip-locked until a minute or two past twelve. It’s intoxicating, but eventually, if the two of you have to come up for air.

And you do. Gasping for air but still looking at each other longingly as if the other was their drug of choice.

“You… little… jerk.” He says between breaths, "you took the first kiss."

“Mmm hmm,” you grin, taking in his flushed face. There’s a twinkle in your eye as you lean in and press a quick peck to his lips. " I also took the second. I think you need to keep up. “

An amused smile crosses his face, and he laughs. “I plan on taking the first kiss next year.”

[littlemisstpk]

"Regrets are as bitter as the taste of your own skin" for the ask thing 👀

It's the timeskip continuation of one of my more popular fic, Earworms are an affront to nature, which is a soulmate AU where you hear the music stuck in their head as if it was stuck in your own if they are close enough geographically.

However, all that soulmates mean in this is that a lot of the relationship becomes intuitive, there's still a ton of work involves and it is possible for people to fuck up.

And oh boy, does Tsukki fuck up between the end of Earworms and this fic.

Realizing now that it's an exploration of forgiveness and character growth.

As for a snippet, here are the Sendai Frogs on the way to Kurowashiki (that magical tsukihina time of year where V1 and V2 can feasibly play one another and also happens in Osaka):

The thing about traveling in coach while being just shy of two meters tall, is that it is highly uncomfortable for even one person. As it is, there are twenty volleyball players crammed into this particular metal tube, which is going to make the next hour and a half an ordeal rivalling the worst of Hinata's musical hyperfixations. Kei is practised at this situation–he curls up into a ball and rests them against the seat in front of him, before even putting on his seatbelt.

He would have liked to not share the row with anyone, but the flight is very full, and Kyoutani is one of the better seatmates that Kei could have. He's quiet, he's dedicated to the sport, and he doesn't ask too many prying questions, unlike some others on the team.

As the plane levels and the seatbelt sign turns off, Kei is immediately faced with Koganegawa's face peering at him over the top of the middle seat's headrest. He has an expectant look on his face that reminds Kei of Shouyou. It really shouldn't be a surprise: Kunimi called Koganegawa 'Tall Hinata' when they were all at the Miyagi First Years camp, back when things were more simple.

"So…." Koganegawa lets the word drag on for the suspense. "Do you think your soulmate's going to pick you up from the airport?"

[nnnyxie]

OUUHH YES i love music related soulmate au‘s

I also read a Tsukki fic like that!! Kekxkdk my favorite is that whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmates skin c: but also your soulmate hearing whatever you sing is amazing :) but hearing the music is amazing aswell

My soulmate would hate me cause I often listen to like one song over and over and over again

So so so fun uwjfownfknw

omg that one is pretty cute too!! i really liked that izu soulmate au you sent in!! w/ the tattooed reader!!

also i feel like my soulmate would hate me solely because of my random ass playlist— like it goes from metal to musicals. ranges from rock to k-pop. i got ALL kinds of music on one singular playlist. and then ofc i have other playlists but that’s just for spotify aestheticsz

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

anonymous asked: i love your soulmate aus!! they're the best i've ever read! you put in every detail in ur writings & i love it so much! i feel that i can improve my english when im reading ur writings? does this make sense? can i have a soulmate au for tsukishima kei? it can be anything! i'm willing to wait'

well let me just say this ask absolutely warmed my freaking heart. I am so so happy that you feeling like you can improve your english with my writings 😁 thank you for waiting!! 

Here is a soulmate!au where you share pain with your soulmate, hope you enjoy 💖

You vaguely remembered the feelings against your hands and forearms when you were younger, but it was much softer back then and far less noticeable. You didn’t think much of them until they ramped up in intensity during high school and you became fixated on figuring out just exactly what your soulmate was up to that was inflicting such strange injuries. You could never quite figure it out until you happened to watch one of your high school’s volleyball matches and connected the way you were feeling with what your eyes could see. It started to make sense; every receive, spike, and block—you felt.

Though it was almost impossible to match up the feelings with what any of the players were doing. It took a while before you were completely convinced that none of the players on your high school’s team were your soulmate. And while attending games painfully reminded you constantly that your soulmate was somewhere else, you wanted to learn about the game for their sake. I mean—you had been smart enough to at least figure out some aspect about them, might as well use that information to learn about something they seemingly enjoyed. Other than the volleyball related injuries, they didn’t inflict much else on you.

You’d also been able to discern that whoever they were was a middle blocker. It became apparent to you when you noticed the players in that position getting their fingers jammed, as you often dealt with, as a result of some nasty spikes. You watched the players at your school tape up their fingers and soon started doing the same to alleviate the pain; garnering weird looks when you passed any of the volleyball club members in the hallway.

It was really just a nuisance at this point, something you had learned to live with—honestly, you’d be worried if the feelings suddenly disappeared. On several occasions, there were exceptionally painful jams that had you biting back a yelp of pain and cursing whoever the universe had tethered to you for playing this near finger-breaking game.

The injuries were almost exclusively reserved for after school, seldom beforehand, and normally the worst times were during tournaments. If the frequency of injuries suddenly skyrocketed, you figured it was a pretty safe bet that whoever was at a tournament. If you could, you usually tried to keep your own injuries to a minimum so they could play to their best ability. It was the least you could do to give them a break from the endless minor wounds you received from your own clumsiness.  

Tsukki, on the other hand, while what he inflicted on you was concentrated around volleyball; had to deal with your small scrapes and burns constantly. “I swear, they’re the clumsiest person on the planet,” he muttered to Yamaguchi upon wincing at yet another scrape on his knee from your doing. His kneepads always rubbed the wounds uncomfortably and he’d forgotten to bring his usual supply of band-aids he carried with him for this particular reason.

“They’re probably not a big fan of your volleyball playing either,” Yamaguchi nodded to his currently taped fingers.

He scoffed. “Well at least I don’t have two left feet.”

Something he had noticed, however, was since high school; the number of scrapes on his palms substantially declined. As if whoever you were had picked up on the fact he needed his hands and were trying to be helpful in that regard. He also noticed he rarely got a new injury during games. Like you purposefully stayed as still as possible for his sake, as if to not inflict anything fresh while he was in the process of hurting you. He couldn’t be sure; but that seemed too coincidental to be an accident. He had the feeling you were observant of his own injuries, ones that occurred at similar times after school or during tournaments and were mindful of them.

He hated to admit that he appreciated that.

Since you started University, you hadn’t been able to attend enough matches yet to determine if any of the volleyball players were possibly your soulmate. You did have the brief thought to get more involved with the team to make it easier, but strangely the terrifying idea that your soulmate was on the team, scared you away. It had almost taken you a year and a half in high school to determine they weren’t on that team, but now that you had the possibilities narrowed down to middle blockers, you figured it wouldn’t take you as long to get a definite answer or not.

Yet, strangely, for all your thinking and observing over the years—you never thought to look at the team that your University was playing. Because why would you?

You were no stranger to the chanting and cheering of the crowd accompanied by the intermittent sound of a volleyball being hit and spiked. The constant sensation of your palms stinging and arms feeling like they were going to be torn off pushed to the back of your thoughts as you focused on the players you had already determined as the middle blockers in the last game you went to when you abruptly cried out in pain.

Blinding, excruciating agony shot through your middle and ring finger. You clutched your hand hissing, “Fuck!”

Sitting beside you, your roommate, who didn’t know the reason why you were obsessed with volleyball, glanced over in confusion. “What’s wrong?” You tried shooing them away, but tears were pricking at your eyes as your fingers throbbed. “What happened?” They prompted again. You couldn’t collect your thoughts; your mind was reeling—the ball had been on your school’s side of the court. It had been your school attacking, which meant the only possible culprit for your currently aching fingers was someone on the opposing team.

“Hey look,” your roommate said. “Some kid on the other team is hurt.”

Your head whipped upwards, almost smacking your friend in the chin with it. Down on the court, the towering blonde of a middle blocker with glasses on the opposing team was standing on the sideline cradling his hand. The same one you were. You thought you might topple out of your chair in shock; you hadn’t by any means had any intention of actually finding your soulmate today.

But—fuck, as much as your head was swimming with this new information; the main thing on your mind was the unbearable pain coursing through your hand. How could he stand to inflict this kind of hurt willingly on himself? And for that matter, knowingly inflict it on his soulmate too!

“Your hand!” Your friend gasped, dragging you back to the reality that your soulmate was right in front of you. They tenderly took your hand into yours to inspect it. “What did you—” their gaze followed yours that was currently fixated on the blonde middle blocker and they put the pieces together. “Holy shit.” You yelped when they gripped your hand a little too hard in excitement. “This is why you wanted to come to all the volleyball games?”

“I—ugh,” you huffed. “Yeah. I figured out a while ago that they played. But jesus,” you sucked in a breath to try and deal with the pain. “This is one of the worst jams they’ve ever gotten.”

Your eyes trailed him exiting the gym, presumably to first aid who would take a closer look at his fingers and probably tape them up properly. There was a part of you that hoped he’d be benched for the rest of the match so you, and he, wouldn’t get hurt any further. You vaguely wondered if you should follow suit since you now had the same injury, but balked at the idea of meeting him that way.

“So…you’re going to introduce yourself, right? I mean, you know exactly who he is now. And when are you going to get another chance?”

Your heart seized up with anxiety. “Um, how would I even do that?” You turned to your friend. “’Hi how are your fingers? Oh yeah, mine too, thanks by the way!’”

They just narrowed their eyes at you and stuck out their tongue. “Oh, come on. You can’t just let him slip through your fingers!”

You held up your handed with the jammed fingers bent in an unnatural direction. “I don’t think I could catch him if I tried,” you joked, a smirk gracing your lips.

“That was terrible.”

Now it was your turn to stick your tongue out.

The middle blocker didn’t come back until the end of the final set and wasn’t put back in; much to you, and your fingers, relief. When the match ended, your friend hauled you up from your seat and dragged you towards the exit by your uninjured hand. Stumbling behind them, you tried to protest, “I have no idea what to even say! I’ll figure out another way, please let go!”

“Nope. No running away.”

“Oh my god, you soulmate freak, for the love of—” your foot slipped on the stairs and before you knew it, the world was tumbling around you and without thinking you threw your hands out in front of you to catch yourself. You’d tried to train that tendency out of you, to limit the number of scrapes you inflicted on his palms, but your instincts took over without letting your brain catch up. Pain almost worse than the initial injury shot up your arm and this time you couldn’t hold back the yell that lifted from your throat. One that was met by a similar one from down the hall.

Tsukki didn’t expect to hear a match to his cry of pain when his fingers felt like they were getting re-jammed. He jerked up in surprise to survey the crowd in the hallway, his attention grabbed by someone’s head popping up near the staircase and looking around in confusion.

Your eyes meet and immediately he knows that you also know, if your expression is anything to go by. He doesn’t move, letting the flow of the crowd break around him, wondering if you’re going to approach him.

You don’t. You’re frozen in fear. He clearly knows who—or rather, what the two of you are and is allowing you to make the first move. Even though you’ve thought about what you would say for years now, your throat feels tight and you know any attempt at words would be futile. It doesn’t get any better when he starts to move towards you.

He towers above you, even if this wasn’t the situation, he would be intimidating. The first words out of his mouth are, “So you’re the klutz I’m always patching up my knees for.”

You’re taken aback by his provoking tone at first, but then retort, “Oh, please, Mr. I jam my fingers every other fucking day.” Then you shake your hand in his direction. “Thanks for this!”

He chuckles, and you’re unable to tell if its in a mocking way or a harmlessly amused one. “Shouldn’t you probably go to first aid? They patched me up quite nicely.” He holds up his bandaged hand.

While Tsukishima Kei was exuding the pinnacle of aloofness to you, he couldn’t help the nerves roiling beneath the surface. While he’d become quite aware of his confrontational behavior in high school and mainly limited it to Kageyama and Hinata; when he was feeling out of his element it was easy to resort to it. Though he was fascinated that you didn’t seem to be fazed.

“A genius suggestion,” you snorted, waving your injured hand haphazardly. “Except for the fact I don’t know where it is.”

“Do I need to spell it out for you?”

You blinked.

Tsukki withheld his groan. You weren’t making this easy. “Would you like me to take you?”

You just stared.

“Oh, um, sure—thank you…?” You prompted. 

He inclined his head towards the direction of first aid. “It’s Tsukishima Kei.” He then looked at you expectantly for your name.

You gave it to him.

[tsukkisalty]

TsukiYama Soulmate AU

Okay, so I saw this post right here by @meliohy and it heavily inspired me to do this! So thank you very much for that haha. And this got way out of hand and is super long, and I’ve never written Tsukiyama before so I’m sorry if they’re a little OOC. Anyway, I’m pretty happy with it, so tell me what you think!

“Everyone is born with the first words their soulmate will tell them written on their skin. Some are simple, others funny, cute, or painful. No matter what, you can’t erase them. You can only wonder... who will say those words, and why?”

Yamaguchi is 5 years old when he first learns to read. He’s excited, elated even. He will finally be able to read the word printed on his neck. Yamaguchi still doesn’t quite realise what it is, or its importance. But he knows it’s a mark that everyone has and is unique to them, somehow? He doesn’t understand why, but he yearns to find out what it is, what it all means.

That’s how he ends up in the mirror, after having run up the stairs right after school, with his shirt off and his brow furrowed. He remembered to read the word backwards and everything, but he still can’t make sense of it.

“Pa... te... tic?” No, that’s not it. What sound do the t and h make again? Right! “Pa...the..tic!” Yes, yes yes!

Yamaguchi jumps around his room, fists punching the air. “Pathetic! Pathetic! Pathetic!” He screams in delight. He can pronounce it all in one go now, and he repeats it like a mantra. That’s his word. His. His feet jolt to the ground.

What does it even mean?

Yamaguchi's sure it’s something special. Surely. It must be. He runs along to the kitchen, where his mother is slicing tomatoes at the counter for dinner.

“Mamaaa!” He calls. “What does... ‘pathetic’ mean”

The knife drops on the floor with a clang. Yamaguchi gives a step back, surprised. Did he pronounce it wrong? No, he’s almost completely sure it’s correct.

His mother turns around slowly.

“Yamaguchi-bo,” Her voice is calm and sweet, but Yamaguchi can feel the hair on the nape of his neck standing on end, “Where did you hear that.”

“It’s right here, mama.” He grins, proudly pointing at his neck. He pouts. “But I don’t know what it means.” His mother gives a sigh of relief. So no other children have learnt to read it yet. And they don’t know what it means, either. But if Yamaguchi has learnt to, it’s only a matter of time before...

“Sit down here, Yamaguchi.” She pats the little stool at the kitchen table. “I’ll tell you what it means.” He nods and bounds energetically to his seat. Finally, finally. He’ll know.

That day, Yamaguchi found out what soulmates were. He still doesn’t get it. But it’s like a best friend? For life? It sounds amazing, he can’t wait to find his. But when he’s covered by his bedsheets hours later, he realises his mother never answered his question. Whatever. He’ll ask what ‘Pathetic’ means tomorrow.

Yamaguchi is 10 years old and he definitely knows what ‘pathetic’ means. He’s learnt to cover the ink on his neck with a big plaster, at first with his mother's help and then on his own. He knows what ‘pathetic’ means alright. It means he’s useless, lame, weak. Unworthy of a soulmate. It means his soulmate hates him, that the person he’s supposed to spend his life alongside wants nothing to do with him.

Yamaguchi cries to his parents, and they tell him it’s impossible. His soulmate loves him. He has to. But Yamaguchi still catches the uncertainty in their eyes.

It makes sense, doesn’t it? No one could ever love him.

He knows what being pathetic is. It’s being himself.

And one day, after school, he’s kicked down by a bunch of boys from his class. He’s used to it at this point. The name-calling, the shoves. He can already feel the bruise forming on his back, as he stares up at the boys that tower over him. But even though he’s used to it, it still hurts. He feels the burning behind his eyes, and the tears leaving wet rails down his check. His bullies don’t miss it either.

“You’re so weak.”

They laugh. They jeer. They taunt.

“You’re such a baby.”

They push. They kick. They don’t stop.

“Useless.”

“Lame.”

“Look! He’s crying.”

And it keeps on going and going, and he can’t block it out.

“Pathetic.”

Yamaguchi’s head jerks up. Who said that? He doesn't know. Some of them he’s never met. He feels his blood freeze under his skin. Of course. Here is his soulmate. It’s what he deserves, isn’t it? A bully?

His face is a mess of tears and blood and sweat and dirt and he doesn’t even know which one of them it is. They’re all shouting, saying words he can’t hear. His body is scorched and frozen all at the same time. He just wants to scream, but he’s too weak. Too weak for any of this.

Silence.

None of the bullies is looking at him anymore. His eyes search around them.

A boy is walking past. He turns his head at them, his face expressionless. Yamaguchi feels a slice of hope. Will he help him? No, he looks way too cool. He’ll probably join in with the rest.

“What are you looking at?”

One of the boys snarl.

“Hey, isn’t he a sixth-grader?”

He sure looks like it, thinks Yamaguchi. If his bullies were towers, this one is a skyscraper. His legs are long and lanky, his pose is relaxed. He has tousled blonde hair and glasses. Yamaguchi didn’t know people with glasses could be cool.

He isn’t a sixth-grader?

They're in the same year group?

Yamaguchi doesn't know how he couldn’t have noticed him before. He is striking.

The boy lifts the corner of his lip into a smirk.

“Pathetic.”

And keeps walking. Yamaguchi doesn’t even register the word, he is left stupefied at his attitude. He laughs in the face of his bully. He doesn’t even care. He has so much confidence. He stood up to them. He called them...

Wait.

Yamaguchi doesn’t realise until his bullies are gone, and he sits alone in the mud. He can feel the dirt and sweat sticking to his skin, but he can’t make his body move. His legs are convulsing violently, he doesn’t dare try to stand.

Because... did he just meet his soulmate?

That day he goes home, and his parents see the change from just yesterday. He smiles at dinner, he hugs them goodnight. He grins at the dark ceiling. And finally, after so many years.

He lets himself hope.

He doesn’t run into him until a few days later. By chance. He doesn’t realise who's behind him until the tallboy has walked past him already, into the gym. He sighs. Of course, his soulmate does volleyball.

“Thank you for the other day!”

Yamaguchi bows, but the other boy is confused.

“Have we met?” Yamaguchi almost clutches his heart, he’s sure he could hear it shatter. Shouldn’t those words be written on the blonde’s skin? Maybe, he just hasn’t realised? Or hasn’t read them?

Still, he keeps talking to the boy, full of admiration. Even if he isn’t his soulmate, he is still incredible. And cool, definitely cool. Somehow, though, he doesn’t have any other friends. Yamaguchi admits that the boy is a little cold, but he wishes he could be the same.

He learns his name is Tsukishima.

And next to him, he never gets picked on again.

Even if Tsukishima isn’t his soulmate, he’ll definitely be a good friend. And even if he isn’t his soulmate... Yamaguchi can’t help but hope he is.

 Yamaguchi is 13 years old when things aren’t like they used to be. He doesn’t care if Tsukki is his soulmate or not. (At least, that’s what he tells himself) But he is his best friend. Tsukki knows Yamaguchi's soul mark is on his neck, covered, but he doesn’t know what it says. They never talk about his own.

Things aren’t like they used to be, because now Yamaguchi feels things. Before, he just felt happiness. To be next to Tsukki, to talk to him, to follow him, play with him. Anything with Tsukishima, he just felt happy.

However, now he has to fight himself. When Tsukishima says his name, he has to fight not to squirm. When he leans on him, he fights not to scream. And every rare time Tsukishima shares his music and offers a singular earphone, he has to fight his own body. He can feel his hands tingling, aching to grab his face. He fights his eyes, to keep them from staring at his best friend’s lips. And he fights his own lips, and the constant urge to lean in and crash his mouth against the other’s.

 “Yamaguchi!” His best friend calls, hand beckoning him, “Walk with me to school.”

“Yes, Tsukki.” He scurries forward, as flowers bloom in his ribcage, “What are you listening to?”

“Shut up Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

Even if everything is different, at least that’s the same.

  Yamaguchi is 16 and he’s never been surer of anything in his life. He’s in love with his best friend. But they aren’t soulmates. Knowing Yamaguchi’s luck, it was probably one of the boys who bullied him as a child. Otherwise, Tsukishima would have recognised the words he said, so long ago.

He’s grown used to all these feelings. The strain on his lungs when they lock eyes, the prickling of the skin Tsukki grazes, the acceleration of his blood flow, on the rare occasion his friend smiles. Most of all, he’s used to the agony in his chest, when he remembers: Tsukishima isn’t his soulmate. And all the good moments disappear; those lethargic, comfy mornings after sleeping over, the pride in Tsukkis eyes after a match, the strawberry shortcake shared at lunch. None of it matters.

Because they aren’t soulmates.

And Yamaguchi gets stabbed in the chest, over and over and over. Maybe if he stopped hanging around Tsukishima all the time, stopped following his every command with alacrity, stopped giving in to the velleity of kissing his lips, stopped backing up every sarcastic joke. Maybe then, it would stop hurting so goddamn much.

Who was he kidding?

Soulmate or not, he couldn’t bear to be apart from him.

Sometimes, Yamaguchi let his mind wander. What if Tsukki realised they were soulmates? What if he confessed?

And sometimes, his mind went in the other direction. What if Tsukki knew Yamaguchi was his soulmate but didn’t want it to be him? What if he hated him?

Those were worse, and plagued his every dream at night.

But Yamaguchi had grown used to it. All of it. But nothing had changed since he was a child. Because even though he’s used to it, it doesn’t stop it from hurting. And it is so much worse than getting punched, or kicked or teased.  And it never stops.

One day, at volleyball practice, something happens, like a slice to the throat.

Hinata and Kageyama are soulmates.

“How did it take you so long to find out?” Yamaguchi asks, confused.

“Hinata’s a dumbass.”

”Hey! You didn’t realise either!” They start yelling at each other, and Yamaguchi looks over at Tsukki.

“Of course those two idiots are soulmates.” And it’s the way he rolls his eyes at the word ‘soulmates’ that twists the blade in his chest.

“I’ll be back,” Yamaguchi mutters, pushing Tsukishima on his way out the door, head bowed.

“What’s wrong with Yamaguchi-Kun?” Asks Yachi.

”Don’t know.” Tsukishima shrugs. But all through practice, he worries. Especially when his friend does not return.

Did he have a crush on Hinata or something? Is that why he left? He’d never seen Yamaguchi so upset. Not like that, at least. He just looked... empty.

Yamaguchi did in fact, feel empty. He felt cold, and light, way too light. Like he could float straight through the ceiling of his room and into the sky. He wanted to be sick, he felt like he was going to. But he had nothing in his system.

Did Tsukki even believe in soulmates? Did he even care? At all?

He grabbed a book from the shelf and threw it against the wall. The pages flew apart, and the spine collapsed.

Yamaguchi realised that felt good.

Well, it felt.. something.

SO he kept going. He didn’t limit himself to books, he threw his chair, his posters, his shoes. Anything that would suffer from it. He was so tired of holding all the damage.

He hurled a big, thick book at his bedroom door. The pages went everywhere, one landing on his feet. Shit. It was a photo album.

Yamaguchi’s arms trembled, as he bent down to turn the photo over. It was of him and Tsukishima, at the age of 11. It was before his growth spurt, so Yamaguchi's head barely touched Tsukki’s chest. And they were both smiling, in brand new volleyball gear.

A teardrop fell on the picture.

Yamaguchi didn’t even know he was crying. His knees crumbled before him. He hit the ground. Hard. But he couldn’t get up. Couldn’t even stop crying. Didn’t even know why he was crying. He was just exhausted. From trying. From feeling. From everything. And he was weak. He knew he was. He always had been.

But he hadn’t felt it until now, now that his sobs had become screams. He could feel the tension in every muscle, and he let go of everything, like a broken tap. He kept screaming and crying and wailing and he forgot to keep it to himself.

“Yamaguchi?”

Tsukishima was in the doorway. He wanted to strangle him and kiss him all at once.

“How did you get in?” Yamaguchi heard his voice creak. It was hoarse, from his previous catharsis.

“You gave me a key, Yamaguchi.”

He didn’t get up from the floor, just stared down at the photograph. Willing himself, to go back in time. To stop himself from ever meeting Tsukki. From ever feeling this heartbreak.

“This is going to take a long time to clean up.”

“Shut up, Tsukki!” He gasped at himself. Oh no. He didn’t mean to shout and oh god, he was just caught up and emotional and-

“Sorry, Yamaguchi.” His voice was caught in his throat.

Said life-ruiner knelt down next to Yamaguchi.

“Mind telling me what happened?” Yamaguchi stared up at his friend. His golden eyes had never been so soft. So... caring. He restrained himself from collapsing into his chest.

“I just...”He whispered, unsure. “Tsukki... do you believe in soulmates?"

Tsukishima almost toppled over from his crouch. His best friend was surprised by the question but instantly recomposed himself.

“Yes, I do.”He looked at the ground. “Is that what this is about?”

“Yes.”

They both sat down next to each other, crumpling papers and cracking splinters scattered on the bedroom floor.

“Tsukki, why do you...” Yamaguchi took a deep breath, “Why do you never talk about your soul mark?”

“Why don’t you talk about yours?” He retorted.

Yamaguchi felt his cheeks come aflame.

“Fine. We’re best friends. I guess I could talk about it.” Yamaguchi stared at his friend, mouth agape. Was he really...?

“I like the idea of soulmates. I really do, actually. But... I just don’t want to fall in love with someone because of some words on my skin. Or even, be forced to fall in love with someone when I could just as easily fall for someone else. Someone who maybe isn’t designed to be with me, but maybe I like them more or know them longer or, whatever. I don’t like being told who I’ve been paired up with. I don’t want to be told what to do.”

Yamaguchi nodded silently. Definitely sounded like Tsukishima.

“So... when I was a kid and I learnt about soulmates I... I bandaged the words off. And... I never looked at them again. I kept the bandage on as long as possible, and I close my eyes in the shower. I started when I was really young, so I don’t remember what it says.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened.

“I want to fall in love with someone because I love them. Not because some ink says I should. And then...” Tsukishima paused, his fingers picking at each other like baby crows. “When I was older, I really, really wanted to look. I was desperate and curious as hell. But I didn’t. Because, well... I just really wanted it to be you.”

Yamaguchi felt his heart stop. He was no longer breathing. Time no longer existed inside his body, every cell was stuck in place. Tsukishima continued, without a glance at his deadlike best friend.

“And I knew it couldn’t possibly be you because you would have said something. But, as long as I didn’t look, I could let myself hope you know? Schrödinger's cat and all that. I just couldn’t imagine being soulmate to anyone but you and I just wanted it to be, more than anything else.”

Tsukishima let out a fake laugh.

“Pretty pathetic, huh?”

“Tsukki.” His voice cracked, and his friend finally turned to look at him. His freckles were decorated with the paths his tears had travelled and his purple lips were trembling. He had to say something. Anything. To let Tsukki know that it was okay. But he couldn’t. All he could do was stare and stare. His throat was dry and rough, like sandpaper.

Pain shot round his neck, as he ripped the plaster off. He had no words in his mouth, but he did on his body. Tsukki’s eyes widened and his lips parted as he read the word.

Wordless, he lifted up his shirt, where a big white bandage covered the top of his left ribcage.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima shared one last unsure look before he tore it off his body with a hiss.

Yamaguchi looked at him. The skin there was paler than his already pallid body, and it heaved rapidly along with his breaths. But most striking of all, were the words written across his heart.

 “Thank you for the other day”

[s4pphoiduser]

i am So starved for kurotsuki content especially soulmate aus and college/university aus or just Anything

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fell too hard

pairing: tsukishima kei x cheerleader!fem!reader

au: colorblind soulmate au

warnings: a tiny lil bit of angst but that doesn't even count

prompt: (y/n) and his boyfriend broke up, resulting in tsukishima and (y/n) to get closer than before. when karasuno and (y/n)’s school have a practice match, the two first years finally touch for the first time. (the cheerleader factor doesn’t really make a difference in this one)

word count: 2.7K

a/n: hi hi!!! so, i wrote this quite some time ago and thought i'd post it here <(￣︶￣)> lowercase intended! (it’s for the aesthetic forgive me)

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my mom always talked about how blue the sky was, the beautiful colors of the flowers in our garden, or trying to explain the colors to me with feelings. i never understood, because obviously, i never met my soulmate. or maybe i did, i just never touched them.

here comes the scary part - i had a boyfriend.

i had a boyfriend, until the day he realized his best friend was his soulmate. we knew we weren't soulmates, obviously - we touched each other countless times, and still all we saw were shades of grey.

so he broke up with me. the biggest problem was that we were in the same friend group. i hid my pain from them, i didn't want them to worry. even though we weren't together anymore, akaashi still worried about me, which was very obvious to bokuto - his soulmate. it took some time for me, but i opened up more and more towards one particular person in that friend group.

tsukishima kei.

strange, huh? kuroo, kenma, bokuto - then him, of all people? but weirdly enough, we got along well. we teased each other, but it was all just playful banter. and since we lived so far away, we eventually got to the point of face timing every day. despite how cynical and - quite honestly - an asshole he can be, he actually is a very good friend. if he tries, he cares and can be kind. sounds impossible, i know.

and we arrive to present day, karasuno's and fukurodani's practice match. which i wanted to watch, since then i got a chance to meet tsukishima. that's why i'm here, close to the gates, bouncing around with bokuto, while akaashi tried to calm us down. our relationship was more chill now - we could actually talk to each other without me being a childish idiot.

anyway, when i saw the crows walk trough the gates, i yelled out in excitement.

"tsukishima!"

he whole team heard my voice and looked towards us. i saw tsukishima's face pale and he whispered out a small 'oh no'. by the time he realized he should probably run, i was already sprinting towards him. in his last efforts, he tried to brace himself for the impact, but he still fell backwards when i crashed into his chest, hugging his torso. he groaned in pain, leaning on his hands. i scraped my knees on the pavement, but at that moment, i couldn't care less.

and that's because as soon as the contact was made, a warm feeling enveloped my body. it was subtle so i barely noticed it. my head was buried in his chest for a few moments. when i looked up and he finally opened his eyes, i could not believe what i saw.

all i could see was the shining caramel color of his orbs. then his ash-blonde curly hair, the red tint on his cheeks and his milky pale skin. the sky was so bright and blue, the grass so green, it brought tears into my eyes. i couldn't get enough of the way his eyes sparkled.

i sat back on my knees, staring at my hands, then back at him. his face got redder by the second, his glasses sitting kind of crooked on his nose. he fixed them quickly, trying to keep his composure. he turned his face away from me, attempting to cover the very obvious blush on his cheeks.

"never thought you'd make me cry and i wouldn't feel miserable." i wiped my eyes, chuckling at his reaction. he scoffed, standing up and dusting himself off.

"the fact that you're saying that the second time kind of worries me at this point." i pouted, then accepted his extended hand and he pulled me up.

"whose fault is that, exactly?" he clicked his tongue and i couldn't help but giggle. he crossed his arms, his all time stoic expression back at it again.

"why'd you jump at me like that?" i tilted my head to the right with a teasing smile.

"why didn't you catch me?" he clicked his tongue again, clearly annoyed.

"because you're heavy!" i huffed, pointing at him accusingly.

"you're just not strong enough to lift me up, no need to pin it on me. i was just happy to see you!" i stuck out my tongue playfully and he fixed his glasses again.

"we face time every day." i puffed my cheeks out at his answer and he grinned at me.

"that's not the same!" he laughed at my desperate attempt to argue back to him. then i heard familiar voices from behind me.

"tsukishima, you okay? sorry, she can be intense." akaashi flicked my forehead and i whined in pain. i pouted again, not very happy with his action. then bokuto arrived and slapped tsukishima's back very hard. his glasses almost flew off.

"tsukki, my good friend! how ya doin'?" bokuto wrapped his arm around tsukishima's shoulders and he just... stared. he was probably trying not to throw the owl off of him. not that he actually could.

"i'm fine, thank you." his voice was dripping from fake politeness, but i guess bokuto didn't pick up on it. or he just didn't care.

"wow, tsukishima has friends. ...why does that sound so weird?" sugawara wondered, and kageyama answered him.

"that's 'cause it is." he sipped on his milk, his expression unphased. i was distracted by their conversation, so i didn't notice nishinoya and tanaka creep up on me. i jumped when i heard the smaller boy's loud voice.

"are you tsukishima's girlfriend?" i felt my cheeks heat up, suddenly flustered and not knowing what to say.

"i- i uh- i'm no-"

"yes, she is. please stop drooling over her." before i could finish my sentence, tsukishima butted into the conversation and stepped in front of me protectively. i just stared at the back of his head, utterly confused. we may be soulmates, but he didn't even ask me out!

"aw man, how the hell did stingyshima get a girlfriend before me?! this is not fair!" the bald guy yelled, throwing a small tantrum. when my lamppost of a best friend turned around, i immediately questioned his actions.

"why in the seven depths of hell did you say that?!" i whisper-shouted at him, crossing my arms.

"they would've ran around you like lovesick puppies the whole day if i didn't. besides, you looked quite pathetic." he grinned at me teasingly, and my cheeks flared up once again out of embarrassment and anger.

"s-still! we may be soulmates, but you never asked me out!" i managed to keep my voice down so just the two of us hear it, even though i was quite agitated. he raised his brows curiously.

"it's just a title. do you care that much about it?" i opened my mouth to answer, but closed it just as fast, not knowing what to say anymore. he smirked, knowing very well that he won one of our arguments- again. just because i can't get my shit together doesn't mean he's right! i huffed at him, then i stomped over to akaashi with puffed out cheeks and my arms still crossed. there were a few seconds of silence between us before he started talking.

"are you guys really together? you look quite angry." i knew he was going to ask, but it still caught me off-guard. i rubbed my arms awkwardly, staring at my feet.

"not officially, no... and he just told me it's just a title, so i don't know what to think anymore..." it felt weird to talk about my newfound romantic interest with my ex but, at that point, my brain was fried from overload. he hummed in response, and i thought the conversation ended there. guess not.

"you found your soulmate, huh?" his face was peaceful, watching bokuto mess around with hinata. a small, serene smile took over my features- even though they were really loud.

"i guess i did." he turned towards me slightly as his lips tugged upwards in a genuine gesture, making my heart flutter even though i was already over my feelings for him.

"i'm happy for you, (l/n)." that took me by surprise, but i looked up at the vibrant blue sky, instantly calming my nerves, and closed my eyes.

"thanks, kaashi."

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"you guys did great!" i stood in front of the gym door, with a big smile on my face. the fukurodani team thanked me, with bokuto jumping right at me. i reacted too slow, and i screeched as he crashed right into me.

"bokuto-san, no!" akaashi yelled, and ran to us to get the tower of meat off of me. i can't say i could breathe, but i tried.

"that was a nasty fall. do you think she's okay?" sugawara asked.

"she's probably dead." tsukishima commented, and hinata freaked out at him.

"shouldn't you be more concerned?! she's your girlfriend!" the blonde giant just clicked his tongue and jogged over to my dead body. even though akaashi already got bokuto off of me, i was just laying still, not moving an inch. i was like a starfish, mostly. then i saw tsukishima's face right above mine - he was bent down, supporting himself on his knees.

"you okay?" his caramel eyes sparkled in the lights if the gym, and it made my breath hitch and my heart pick up. i felt my cheeks getting warmer, which i didn't like one bit. i stood up quickly, looking anywhere that wasn't him. i answered him, cursing myself for stumbling over my words.

"i'm fin- fine!" he snorted at my behavior, and my face turned even redder than before. i dared to glance up at him, and his arrogant smirk made the butterflies in my stomach start flopping around violently. he put his left hand on his hip, teasing me relentlessly.

"can you be any more obvious than that? you fell a little too hard this time, didn't you?" my whole face was beet red at this point, and i felt the blush creep down my neck as well. the meaning behind his words was obvious- to me at least. i had to fan my face with my hands to try and calm down my embarrassment. i yelled at him, desperate to try and stop him.

"i- i didn't, shut up! stop teasing meee!" he flinched at my volume, and i pouted, still fanning my face. he clicked his tongue, despite being quite pleased with my reactions.

"you're so loud. shut up." i huffed angrily, reasoning against him.

"i'm a cheerleader, i'm supposed to be loud!" he flicked my forehead, and i groaned in pain once again.

"well, you're not cheering right now, so there's no reason for you to be." we weren't far from his team, so i heard nishinoya's excited yelling.

"you're a cheerleader?! woah, that's so cool! do you do flips and stuff?!" he hopped over to us, and i felt flustered once again, being put on the spot like that.

"ah- no, i'm a base, i'm the one who catches the ones doing the flips in the air and such... and our uniform is quite tight, i don't think i could, anyway..." i explained, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. then i saw Nishinoya's face get redder by the second, and his eyes wonder downer and downer, down my whole body.

"cheerleader... uniform... tight..." he mumbled, then passed out, with his nose bleeding. i shrieked, not knowing what to do.

"noya-san!" i kneeled down next to him and put his head on my lap carefully. the whole team looked towards us at my panicked tone. as soon as nishinoya's head hit my thighs, his expression turned peaceful and happy, with blood still flowing from his nose. tsukishima scoffed.

"get his head off your lap, will you. you're making it worse." i furrowed my brows as tanaka and hinata dragged him away, trying to wake him up. i stood up again, very confused.

"what the hell was that about?" tsukishima grabbed my forearm gently and pulled me closer to himself protectively. he bent down and placed a tiny kiss right behind my ear, then let me go and walked away like nothing happened. and i just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the number on his back with a very obvious blush on my face.

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i was walking out of the school, gripping the strap of my bag on my shoulder. then i saw our team's manager and coach seeing off karasuno, as they were about to get on the bus.

it was really late, almost completely dark- the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. i sighed, knowing that i wouldn't be seeing tsukishima anytime soon. i shook my head dismissively, trying not to think about it too much.

the sunset was so beautiful though, with all the oranges, pinks and reds, as the darkness of the night and the stars were already visible at the other side of the sky. i stared upwards, enjoying the gentle breeze and taking in all the color around me. little white specks in the darkness - still shining with the same light as before, if not brighter. i closed my eyes and took a deep breath, tranquility overcoming my senses.

"(l/n)?"

yep, there goes the calm (y/n). far, far away from me.

i opened my eyes quickly, looking to my right, only to see akaashi standing there awkwardly. i smiled at him to let him know his presence was welcome. he walked closer to me, looking up at the sky along with me.

"you're not going to say goodbye to tsukishima?" i hummed at his question, taking my sweet time with the answer.

"should i?" he shrugged, trying to influence my decision in more subtle ways than just straight up saying yes.

"he'd probably appreciate it. you're not going to see each other in person for a while, i assume." i stayed silent for a while. the more i thought about it the more sense it made, but my insecurities still wouldn't let me.

"well, despite him teasing me to death and being really weird today, we're not a couple. i don't think he needs me there." he shook his head disapprovingly, and i bit my lip to stop my eyes from watering.

"no one said you have to make a show. a simple goodbye can feel just as good. especially for someone like tsukishima- he doesn't like flashiness."

i gripped the straps of my bag tightly, and started running towards the exit of the school. the bus was still there, thankfully. he was about to get on the bus, but the loud yell of his name stopped him from doing so. he was the last one there- they were probably waiting for him. i stopped in front of him, panting just the slightest bit. i stumbled over my words, but nonetheless, i yelled once again, with really small tears rolling down my cheeks.

"g-goodbye!" he stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. i swear to god, my whole life flashed before my eyes. before i could say anything else, he cupped my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb. my brain couldn't decode what was happening, i just felt something soft and warm on my lips, but it disappeared just as fast. he pat my head with a genuine smile, which made my heart do backflips.

"see you, *chiisai-chan." then he got on the bus like nothing happened, loud yelling coming from inside the vehicle.

i just stood there, probably a blushing mess, my stomach turned into an elevator apparently, and i felt like my heart was going to pop out any second. the bus then started driving away, leaving me behind. my legs felt like jello, i thought i might collapse right then and there.

i touched my lips faintly- he kissed me! i was such a mess, and this was just a peck on the lips. what will i do if he actually kisses me?

"you okay there? what happened?" i heard akaashi's voice from beside me and i jumped a little. he raised a brow, quite confused at that point.

"i'm fine... i guess? i seriously have no idea anymore." i buried my face into my hands, sighing with all hope lost. he chuckled, shaking his head once again.

"come on, let's get you home."

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2.6k words 👁️👄👁️

And im not even half way through-

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Can You Get Out of my Head Now?

Description: another soulmate AU! This time, Tsukishima starts to have really weird dreams, ones that he’s in control of. So why is F/N showing up in his dreams…?

Requested: Nope! I’m struggling to stay motivated today and maybe this will help. I guess we’ll see. Hope you all enjoy! ~Admin Crow💚

“Are you alright Tsukki? You look awfully tired today.”

Suppressing yet another yawn, Tsukishima Kei shook his head at his friend. “I’m fine Tadashi. Just another late night.”

They say that once you reach 15 your dreams begin to change. Literally. Your actual dreams while you sleep change. Supposedly your connection with your Soulmate is started in your dreams, the two of you sharing an open dream world that you control. 

Well, it had been a year and the only thing that has happened is Tsukki getting less and less sleep. No ‘soulmate’ has shown themselves in his dreams yet. Either that or they knew he made the connection and was avoiding him on purpose. Well if that was the case then they should just break the connection and move on…If that was even possible. Who knew. Maybe he didn’t have a soulmate and he was doomed to have boring, empty dreams for the rest of his life?

“F/N…this isn’t a napping place.” jumping awake you looked around and realized you had fallen asleep in the middle of another club meeting. 

“Sorry sorry! I promise not to do it again!” you bowed embarrassed.

“Sure you won’t F/N…you say that everyday.” an upperclassmen laughed. 

You rolled your eyes and refocused on the task at hand. Lately you’ve struggled with staying awake during school. Mostly because you’ve been working so hard at night in your dreams. You didn’t know if it was because your soulmate wasn’t trying that hard, or maybe you were trying too much? The most you’ve seen of him is a glimpse. But all you got was blonde hair and a pair of headphones…That wasn’t helping you at all. 

As soon as club activities had ended for the day, you instantly headed home and vowed to work on homework. Instead, you fell asleep on the couch. How typical. 

You felt the familiar pulling in your dreams, this time it seemed a bit easier to navigate through the fog. You made the familiar trek around this odd dream world wondering if you were dreaming alone or if by some chance your soulmate was here. Suddenly the fog disappeared and you saw another figure wandering around. The first thing you noticed was the blonde hair, and then the headphones. “Hey! Headphones!” you called, and took off running. The closer you got the clearer the figure became. 

Turning, the boy looked down at your running figure. Wow he was tall. “I’m sorry- did you just call me headphones?” the boy asked, a hint of smugness to his tone. 

You huffed, catching your breath “Yeah Headphones. do you have any idea how long I’ve been wandering around waiting for you to show up?” you finally asked, placing your hands on your hips in irritation. 

The boy let out a laugh, “Oh really? You think this is all my fault? I’ve been having empty dreamless nights for over a year now. Where have you been?” the tone in his voice almost sounded condescending to you. But you didn’t know him well enough to make such accusations. 

“Well maybe if you had tried a little harder, neither of us would have such a terrible time sleeping-”

You were suddenly jolted awake. Sitting up you let out a gasp catching your breath. “What the hell was that?” You asked out loud. Never before have you been ejected from a dream like that. Headphones must have been forced awake or something.

Jolting awake, Tsukishima opened his eyes, noticing the bus had come to a complete stop. They were back from their practice match with Aoba Johsai. It was time for the team meeting and then to go home. This was the first time you had shown up in his dreams. What a pain. Tsukki thought to himself before following his teammates to his meeting. Well at least I know she’s out there…

For the first time Tsukishima was slightly intrigued to dream that night.

It had been 2 weeks, and neither you nor Tsukki had actually met each other outside of your dreams. Part of that was due to the fact that Tsukishima flat out refused to tell you he was on the volleyball team. To be fair, you were quite stubborn yourself with the information you gave him. However, despite the stubborn streaks in both of you, your curiosity of each other only continued to grow. You had begun to enjoy your dreams even though they made you even more tired than usual. You had wondered if that was because you hadn’t met him in person yet? Supposedly that was supposed to change once you made the connection in the real world. 

Tsukishima was starting to get irked that he hadn’t been able to figure out a way to meet you in real life yet. He was. of course, never going to come out and admit that in person. He thought he was obversvant, but you somehow managed to surprise him with something new every night. It irked him to no end. He knew sooner or later though he would meet you. It’s not like he didn’t know what you looked or sounded like. 

After a particularly difficult day of exams, you were making your way out to the courtyard for lunch. You had packed a light bento for lunch and strawberry cake for dessert. Recently you had begun to love strawberry cake and you weren’t sure why. You weren’t paying attention, so of course it was only natural for you to run into someone on your way out the doors.

Looking up you were about to yell at the giant beanpole in front of you to keep walking when a familiar golden color stood out, and a pair of white headphones along with them 

“Headphones!!!!!” You hollered. causing Tsukishima to jolt and turn around, a scowl on his features. “I finally did it! I found you first!”

Tsukishima scoffed “No. You ran into the back of me. You found nothing.” Wow…you were just as cute in person as inside his head…No stop that she’s just as annoying too. 

Grinning you stood next to him and looped your arm through his “Come on Headphones, we can share my bento and talk.” You said practically pulling him along with you. Tsukishima could do nothing but follow along, he didn’t trust himself not to do something lame or embarrassing.

You led him over to your favorite spot beneath one of the cherry trees. And sat down, pulling out the contents of your bento. Tsukishima sighed before joining you under the tree. He was about to make a comment on not having that much of an appetite when his eyes fell on a particularly sweet treat in your bento. 

You saw the way Tsukki’s eyes followed the sweet treat around. “it was you! This is your fault!” Raising a brow, Tsukishima merely stared at you blank face, not having the slightest clue of what you were rambling about now. 

Huffing you shoved the cake up near his face “This! You like Strawberry cake don’t you?! I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I was suddenly craving strawberry cake.” 

Smirking Tsukishima stole the strawberry off of the top of the cake and popped it into his mouth “So you picked up something of mine? You should do us both a favor and get out of my head then.”

You gaped at him before smirking yourself “Well I’d love to, but for some reason you keep drawing me back in. Are you trying to hide something inside that head of yours?” you teased drawing a cute huff from the blonde haired boy. “Well if you are telling me to get out of your head, I hope you pick something up from me that annoys the hell out of you.” 

Tsukishima would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself…but he would never admit that to anyone. 

Well here this is. I hope you all enjoy this…it was my contribution to getting more content out today.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Hello! May i request Camilo Madrigal with prompt 6 or prompt 38 in kisses? Soulmate AU!

Please take care of yourself!

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A/N: Hi, dear!! Thanks for requesting and please remember to take care of yourself as well!! This is kinda modern-ish days sooo, keep that in mind while reading!

Also, this is like, a part of the series I was thinking to write for Encanto. Remember that I was planing a series back in January, I guess? Yeah, I wanted to see people reactions so this was a great chance!

And It came out longer than I thought it'd be so there will be a second part!! Tell me what you think!

《 Just As Special, Just Like Family》

ೃ⁀➷ Camilo Madrigal( He/Him) x Fem!Reader

ೃ⁀➷ Word Count: 3,4+

ೃ⁀➷ Part 2

Kissing Prompt 6: Slow Kiss

Kissing Prompt 38: Relieved Kiss

Soulmate AU

ೃ⁀➷ You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.

ೃ⁀➷ Everyone somehow owns a creature who possesses the same (general) personality as your soulmate.

Tag-list: @dai-tsukki-desu

As a little kid, the idea of someone being out there, someone special just for you, made you always giggle. With all the magic your family used and the magical world around you, the idea of "soulmates" didn't seem so strange at all.

You sighed looking at the nightsky while closing your study books. Plopping back against the soft cushons of your bed, you lifted your hand and let the magic flow. The red and golden hues made you smile softly and you let it shift into different shapes. Soon after, it shifted into a beautiful phoenix and flight all around your room while knocking things out on its way. Like an excited child, it sat on your desk and fidgeted where it stand, swingings its tail right and left.

You rolled your eyes and got ready to scold it when you felt a cool feeling on your arm. When you dropped your gaze to your hand and saw your little chameleon, your soulmate's pet, you looked at it softly and let it climb to your neck while thinking about your penpal, the one who was given to you by school, and probably your best friend, and when she will write back to you.

Going to a normal school had its perks, such as them making a project with other schools all around the world, a worlwide project, to connect with other students and possibly make them learn about each other's cultures.

"Columbia looks so energetic and lively... I hope Mirabel will write back soon, I wanna learn what had happened in the meantime!"

You sighed at the fact that she was yet to send a letter to you. You always wondered why not phones and useful and easy ways of our modern world but it was... fun. To wait for her answer and learn about her, telling her what was happening in your life, the normalcy you felt was simply amazing.

You learnt some things about her though: for example, she loved sewing and dancing, she also loved her family but by her choosing of words when telling about her family, you realised that there was something you couldn't put your finger on, like a bad feeling since you sensed she let a tear drop while writing her latest letter which worried you, so you asked her about it, not exactly saying anything but asking if everything was okay with her family like a normal teenager who didn't have super powers.

And that was why you were nervous for not getting the letter, thinking that you offended her. But, your saviour came in with an apron on who was holding the letter out to you teasingly.

"Y/N!! YOUR LETTER IS HERE!"

As soon as you heard that simple four words, you immediately dashed out of the room but stopped abruptly, remembering that you didn't get your dear pet and phoenix and turned around the corner to your room. While getting out, you stepped on your little sister's toy and let out a painful scream while tossing on the wall.

Your mother laughed at your misery and stand still so that you wouldn't hurt yourself even more.

You stopped right in front of her and waited her to give you the letter, jumping up and down excitedly, and while still laughing, she handed you your much waited gift.

"If you didn't have chameleon for a soulpet, I'd think that she was your girlfriend or something," she said while turning her back to you to prepare dinner.

You grumbled under your breath since the letter wasn't helping you by opening easily while talking to your mom.

"But mom, I asked something very important to her and she didn't reply for 3 weeks! 3 WEEKS!! Did I offend her? What if I did- God damn it why doesn't my luck never work with me?!"

Your mother sighed at your tantrum and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and brought a knife to open it easily. You looked at the letter on your hand dumbly and felt your hands become sweaty and clammy. You rubbed them on your pajamas to get rid of that feeling but looking at your mother, you saw that she was looking at your phone which was on the charger.

"You might want to look at your messages bub, because either they learnt that you have powers or someone is sending you excited messages with incorrect words texted because of nervousness..."

Your mothers words didn't reach your ears though, picking up your phone, you looked at the various messages your friends and teacher had sent. An obnoxious aura appeared around you and your hair started to create bright flames while still holding on to your phone.

"Mowy, sis is buwning!"

Your sister pointed at your burning body to her mother which she widened her eyes and went to get the jug to pour water at you. With a worried, silent scream, she patted the floor around you and your clothes.

"Are you crazy (Y/N)!! I told you to not to use your flames inside the house, are you out of yo-"

"Mom... If I told you that I love you so much and that I'd absolutely do anything to get your permission... What are the chances of you letting me do what I want?"

She looked at you questioningly whilst holding your shoulder. After feeling her youngest daughter's grip on her skirt, which was a gift from Mirabel, she widened her eyes when she saw you on your knees, begging her.

"I swear I'll clean my room 3 times a day! And I'll make dishes, take care of my sibling, train for a whole week and help dad with his job! Even for a month! Please let me gooo~"

She was still trying to understand what you were saying and sighed deeply while pinching the bridge of her nose.

"(Y/N)... I don't understand! Your promises are quite nice but where do you want to go?"

You pushed the phone to her face and she took it, scrolling the texts. After 1 minute, she stopped at a particular one. The one your teacher sent.

"Everyone, we've been thinking about sending our students to where your penpals live so, please ask your families for their permission and tell them to write a petition!"

She looked at you judgingly and you being an empath, sensing she was gonna refuse, started to beg one more. This time, using your ultimate power:

The puppy eyes.

"Look, mom. You already know Mirabel, you almost read every single letter! She's a good girl and I'm sure her family is nice as well!! Besides, we went abroad with dad and my cousin all the time!"

"Yeah, but with your father! I don't know... I need to talk with your father."

You threw your fist to air and cheered, smooching her cheeks and hugging her thightly. Then you took the letter to read and seeing that she was also telling how excited she was over the news, you smiled hugely and looked at your chameleon pet. You kissed his little head and put him on the table and continued to read the rest.

At the bottom of letter, you saw the address and the note, saying that there would be someone waiting for you.

With the plans of convincing your father to let you go, you started to write back to her.

"Mirabel! When does your friend come here, dear?"

The sun was bright in the town, a clear sign that her Tiá Pepa was in a good mood. She grinned while holding the paper in her hands and scrambled to the kitchen where her mother was, preparing dinner.

"She said she'd be here in 2 days, mamá! She had to make some final arrangements!"

At her daughter's enthusiastic voice, Julietta smiled widely and went back to her job.

Since the village wasn't exactly nice to her, she didn't have a friend who was close to her. People would always try define her with her powers, or lack of, and make her feel guilty even more. When she first came to tell her that she made a friend thanks to her school, she was skeptical of that girl. No one could blame her though, witnessing her child get bullied didn't make it easy for her. She tried to show her love through her actions etc.but sometimes, it wasn't enough.

She needed a friend that would be there for her...

But would she accept her daughter as the way she is..?

When the thought crossed her mind, she stopped stirring the pot and turned to look at Mirabel who was busy preparing traditional food for her friend. She frowned and questioned herself if she should ask what's in her mind but she didn't want to destroy her daughter's happiness.

Seeing that she was like a happy baby, there were two options.

She either didn't want to talk about it or she will tell her friend when she comes.

She cleaned her hands and walked to where Mirabel was standing. She put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, making her turn to look at her with stars in her big eyes.

"Mirabel, hijá, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but... Did you tell her about us?"

She downcasted her eyes and turned to put the plates on the table. She fiddled with her skirt and looked up at her mom, shaking her head side to side.

" I didn't want to tell her about it, since the normalcy I felt... was just nice. We talk like everything was normal and that I wasn't the one who didn't have any powers in her family full of magic. But I know I have to... I just..."

She sighed deeply and hung her head down, seeing her small form, Julietta hugged her daughter to herself and patted her head.

" Telling her or not is your choice but she'll eventually learn and it would be the best if she heard it from you, dear. And if she decides to not to talk to you anymore, well that's her loose."

"And remember: You're just as special as anyone in this family. And if she can't see it, then she wasn't the one you were looking for.

Mirabel looked at her mother with tears, and they hugged each other for several minutes while Mirabel was muttering "I don't want her to be...".

Not knowing that their worries were for absolutely nothing.

"And then my daughter said 'Please bring the beautiful lady here too, papá!' and I just didn't know what to do!"

You smiled at the man's accent and nodded your head. You looked at the outside where different flowers were and vibrant colors made you look at them in surprise and you clinged to the window with wide eyes, making the man who was driving chuckle.

" I see you already liked here!"

"Like? I LOVE IT!! The colors are so vibrant and I've never seen such flowers before! It's like my country is all grey compared to this!"

"Ahhh, it's our beautiful Isabela's work! The flowers are all hard work's payment!"

You turned your head to the man and knitted your eyebrows, your cheek still being on the window.

"Isabela? As in Isabella Madri-OWWW!"

"Sorry, señora!"

When the car you were driving in stumbled upon a big hole and made you hit your head harshly, you stumbled back as a result of the impact. You rubbed your head while making a thumbs up at the worried man.

" ¡No te preocupes, señor! Please go on!"

With his eyes still on you, he continued to tell you about the family. One thing caught your attention though: whenever he would talk about them, he always used the word magical. You didn't thing much about it though. You knew from Mirabel that her family was the one who created the town for its people and thought the man was expressing his gratitude like this.

While conversing with the man, you came to the townsquare. Helping you step out of the car, you thanked the man and promised him that you'd visit his family as well.

" ¡Muchas gracias por traerla, señor!"

He waved his hand but before you'd wave back, a horde of people surrounded you. You stand there with an awkward smile and accepted their gifts, albeit shyly.

They awed at you and your clothes, gifts from Mirabel, and showed their gratitude for respecting their culture. A woman suddenly took your hand to make you dance and you started to shake your head at her.

"¡Señorita, I don't know how to dance!"

"Just flow through the rthym!"

After a few minutes, you started to get the moves and laughed and danced with the kids, holding their smaller hands in yours and twirling them around themselves.

A singing voice caught your attention and you turned your head to see a teen with slightly short, curly hair with a decorated skirt and shirt. You cocked your head to side and looked at the girl in wonder.

"The clips and decorations are wonderful! It's like as if she know how to... sew..."

You patted the children's hair and went to her slowly and heard that she was singing a song about Madrigal family?

And then there were three kids who was shaking with excitement while one was having a cup coffee in his hands.

Wait... A cup of coffee?!

With your growing curiousity, you went to stand next to the kids and watched her sing while introducing the family.

"My Tía Pepa, her mood affects the weather"

"When she's unhappy, well the temperature gets weird!"

"My Tío Bruno-"

"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT BRUNO!"

You squeaked hard when a woman grabbed your hands and twirled you around while sending daggers to the girl in front of you. You staggered back with widened eyes and a racing heart and when everyone went back to what they were doing, you cleaned your skirt and looked at them. Only to see they were somewhere else.

"Do they get tired at all? What an energy!"

You saw the kids being confused with a lot people, questioning who was the kids and cousins. You couldn't help but agree and watched the girl explain with a song again.

"She really loves singing too... Oh! Chem', come on buddy, we need to follow them!"

"Cousin Dolores can hear a pin drop!"

"Camilo shapeshifts,"

"Antonio gets his gift today!"

"My older sisters,"

"Isabela and Luisa!"

"One strong, one graceful..."

"Perfect in every way."

You looked at the two girls mentioned and got overwhelmed immediately, making you tear up and have a headache. The one named Isabela had pretty dark and pressuring thoughts about being perfect and making the family proud.

Whereas the one named Luisa was the worst. You actually shed a tear because of the headache that went with searching her emotions. You grabbed your head thightly and tried to ease the pain, without realizing you were also trying to calm her down. It wasn't your fault though, it was a reflex!

But one thing canfused you too... Where was Isabela's soulpet? Normaly, everyone's would just stick around their owners but you couldn't see any. Luisa had an owl, Dolores had golden retriever pup and that Camilo guy had... Wait, his isn't with him too?!

At the loud voices of kids asking Mirabel about her powers, you jerked your head so fast that the ones near you looked at you worriedly, scared you hurt your neck. Mirabel, powers, magic,magical family... HOLY SHIT THEY ARE JUST LIKE US AHHH!!

You screamed in happiness inside your head and made a little twirl with your inner voice and went after them.

"Hello, Mirabel?!"

Your voice couldn't reach to her since she was running at full speed, trying to avoid the kids' questions about her power. You were curious as well, your best friend might have powers!! It's not like it would change the things between you, whether she had one or not but learning that there were people like your family made you feel a little bit more at home.

Your thoughts got interrupted when a booming voice echoed around the whole place.

"Mirabel!"

Everyone got silent and looked towards where the vibrant and moving( moving house?!!! So much cooller!!) house was, seeing an elder who was holding a vase. If you studied Spanish enough, this was who they were talking about.

The Abuela...

Mirabel looked at her in embarresment amd told her that she was just telling about her family and their powers when a kid interrupted her, saying that they were asking about her powers. You looked at with soft eyes and smiling face, seeing that she was so proud of her family when the girl named Dolores looked at your small group and said the things that changed the vibe quickly.

"Oh... Mirabel didn't get one..."

And she squeaked and went inside while you were eyeing Mirabel and her reaction with shocked eyes. A man came and called out to her, saying that the deliveries came.

"I gave you the special since you are the only Madrigal kid with no gifts! I call it 'the Not Special- Special' since... you have no gifts!"

At hearing what the man said, you widened your eyes even more and couldn't close your mouth out of shock at what the man said. How dare he talk to a kid like that!! Even so my friend!!! Girls stick together, man let's go girl!!

"Excuse me! Sorry to interrupt, or not, but how can you talk to her like that!! She's just as special as anyone in the family! She's also my best friend so can you please apologize?"

The man, kids and Mirabel widened their eyes and Mirabel's nearly popped out of her sockets at the word best friend.

" Wait you are... (Y/N)?"

"Hola, Mirabel..."

You two looked at each other with wide grins etched onto your faces and you waited for her to finally realize that you were really there. She put the basket down and ran to you, hugging you thightly to herself.

"Y/N YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!! I'M SORRY I WASN'T THERE TO GREET YOU I HOPE EVERYONE WAS NICE-OH MY GOOOD!!! YOU ARE WEARING MY GIFT!!"

You chuckled in amusement and made a little twirl to show off the dress she sewed for you and took her hands in yours.

"Of course I did! Me, my sister and mother always wear them around the house now!! She totally wants to learn your secrets!"

"Oh Dios, your mother knows about me?!! What does she know, does she know me well? Or maybe she doesn't-"

You put a finger on her mouth to shush her and looked at the basket she was carrying. You took it from her and moved it inside while she was still stuttering over her words.

" No worries! My mum almost loves you more than me. Actually she wanted to come too but my sister is still little so..."

Unbeknownst to you, she had a shocked yet soft look on her face when she heard from you that there was someone who loved her even at the other side of the world. She quickly caught up to you with a wide grin but then a realization came.

You heard the song... about the magic her family holds...

She hurried to you and touched your shoulder hurriedly and when you turned your face to her with a curious gaze, she took your cheeks into her hand and came close to you, making you blush because of embarresment.

"Did. You. Hear. The. Song?"

You tilted your to the side and shrugged your shoulders while asking where to put the basket.

"Yeah? You have a beautiful voice by the way! I liked it a lot!"

"And you didn't find it... weird? Or useless?"

"No? It was quite catchy! Look even I can sing..."

Your sentence was cut short by the long-haired girl, who was Mirabel's eldest sister, and by the people applausing her. You looked at her in wonder and turned to your friend like a child in Christmas but upon seeing the displeased look on her face you twisted your lips into a frown and looked back at her sister.

" I see that you don't... like your sister?"

"Disliking isn't enough."

"...."

And then came Dolores' loud voice, making people turn to look at you.

"Our guest of honour is here!!"

[dasfreefree]

The pros of procrastinating and rushing to finish stuff that takes a long time to do is that my brain is in the perfect mushy state I need to it be in order to write a poem in the throwing-spaghetti-at-the-wall type of way I like doing

[kattsukki]

may i request a music soulmate au with tsukki and a gender neutral reader?

Music to my Ears

Tsukishima Kei x gn!Reader

Warnings: Just one swear but that's it.

Sypnosis: Whatever song you listen to, your soulmate hears but slightly muffled. But the louder amd more clear the song gets, the closer you are.

Kat: Thank you for requesting, hope you liked it! Mwah ♡ Ps. Hope the song choice was alright

Song: UWU by chevy

Every single day, cheesy love songs echo in his mind. The sickly sweet tunes play all day and all night long. Drowning it out with his own playlist didn't help either. It was frustrating.

Every song was upbeat, the somewhat lovey-dovey mushy kind, didn't really match his personality and taste nor was it his cup of tea either.

He kept asking himself if there was some meaning behind these songs or if he was just overthinking, because it always seemed like you were listening to the same kinds of music all the time.

Were you in love with someone else? Were you trying to send him a sign? Do you actually just like these bubbly songs? He couldn't help but rack his brain with these constant questions.

He walks around before practice to maybe clear his head, then it starts.

I'm startin' to feel some sort of way, You give me goosebumps every day

'Again? He thinks, 'I get you're my soulmate, but can't you just shut up for o-' He pauses. And stops walking.

The song...

And when you look at me and smile I wanna say "I think you're okay"

It's getting louder. The once, almost muffled songs he hears become clear.

'Could they actually be near?' He thinks, suddenly his legs seem as if they won't listen to him "Fuck practice. I need to find them..." he starts bolting. Running, desperate to find you.

He follows the sound of the song you're currently listening to.

Your stupid face makes me insane. My heart feels like it's trapped up in cellophane.

And everytime I try to unwrap the pain. I feel so ashamed.

Running, running. Constantly checking if he went through the right path or street.

He doesn't stop. And he won't. Not until he sees your face.

Oh but you don't know how I feel, mm~ Its like everyday I'm runnin' uphill.

He finally stops. Legs tired, He sees a figure just walking on the opposite street. Looking around, just like him.

Oh, why can't I just spit it out and tell you right now. That you're the one I want out loud?...

He catches your eye.

As soon as you see him, you freeze. Not knowing what to do. Your soulmate is infront of you and you're speechless.

I guess I'll stop here and not hint at all...

You give a small wave, too anxious to say a word. And he does the same, but the look of absolute dumbfoundment evident on his face. He's just as suprised as you.

You break the silence. "Can you hear it? Are you really my?-" your sentence drags. He nods and a small gasp escapes you.

That you're one I've fallen for.

You run to him, and he catches you in an embrace, wrapping both arms around you.

"Guess I found you huh?" He smirks. But not all snarky-like as his other ones, his expression completely softened.

But if you ever think of me as anything more,

"Yeah, I guess you did" you giggle, till you felt a pair of lips touch yours. He smiles into the kiss.

I'll be here at your call.

He knows he'll absolutely cherish this very moment for years to come.

[greyskyflowers]

I like the idea of Tsukishima having soulmarks that link him to mobster/yakuza/criminal Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi. Dark AU with soulmarks as tattoos and hints of magical realism.

It's just an excuse to imagine dark and possessive OT4. My favorite ~ 🖤

Soulmarks are meant to be eye catching and impressive, it represents the person meant for you and their love.

Tsukishima's marks have always been a little different though.

He has two big silver and black feathers that start behind his right ear and go down his throat to his collarbone. They're incredibly detailed and the lines are blackblackblack and the silver sketched through to add detail glows like platinum.

He never thought of feathers as unsettling but these are. They're impossible to ignore due to size and coloring, looking especially menacing against his pale skin. They ripple like they're catching the breeze and he catches himself running fingers over them absent-mindedly with the expectation of feeling soft tips. He's narrowed it down to owl feathers but not anything more specific than that.

He also has a paw around his wrist, it resembles a cat print before slowly morphing into a human handprint. The ink on this one is also a blackblackblack that lightens into a charcoal grey as the print becomes more human. There's rich red just barely tracing the lines, like rust or blood.

It's a big hand wrapped around a big paw print. The dark ink makes him think of panthers and the way red blood would soak into black fur. The ends sharpen into claws when he feels threatened or particularly mean and it makes him hope this soulmate will snap back at him when he feels snarky.

When he meets them, because he's well aware that there is at least two, if not three the feathers throw him off. Is it one giant mark or two of the same? His own color will fill in on his tattoos. The same way his soulmates will have their respective colors added to their own tattoos.

He wonders about them, about how big the marks are and how dark the ink is. He knows what the superstitions say about soulmarks like his.

How big marks are possessive

How dark ink is strength and desire

How bright colors are always admired but the vivid, deep colors are the ones that go down to bone

He could cover them, there's plenty of makeup and creams meant to help hide marks due to abusive partners or inappropriate marks.

But he doesn't want too. He wants them visible so they can find him.

The marks are possessive and he'll die before admitting it but he likes it. He likes that people leave him alone or back off quickly when they catch sight of the marks.

There's also a little voice in the back of his head that whispers how they wouldn't want him to cover the marks, that doing so wouldn't go well if they ever found out.

He gets use to imagining fierce owls and big cats, to the idea of sharp eyes and possessive hands and someone belonging to him and he to them.

When he meets them, time doesn't stop or angels start singing or anything like that.

He gets shoves into a brick wall one evening while walking home, rough brick digging into his skin and body going stiff with surprise.

A face presses against his neck and he would have started fighting if he hadn't felt the odd feeling that comes with a soulmark filling in.

The man is huge, with sharp golden eyes and arms bigger than Tsukki's head. He smiles like he's baring his teeth and he can't stop rubbing his thumb against one of the feathers.

Okay, mark the possessive thing down as accurate.

It's a whirlwind back to where ever he takes Tsukki, who's still trying to process everything.

The man crowds up against his back while he unlocks the door to a upscale apartment. Tsukki absent-mindedly noting the fact that the man's hands could probably meet around his waist.

He's nudged in and the lock sounding behind him feels final. Everything he's ever learned about stranger danger and not going to someone's house and not putting yourself in bad situations gets tossed out a window.

The hair on the back of his neck is raised but he also knows he belongs here, with a huge hand on his lower back and being guided to meet the others. He feels safe and scared and his heart is beating fast with either excitement or apprehension.

He doesn't get a chance to take in much about the apartment, other than his soulmates clearly don't have money problems before he's led into an office type room where two other men are.

They're both older than him, as he assumes the man behind him is as well. They look professional, faces a little mean before they seem to realize who barged in.

It takes a minute but they can't keep their hands off him when it clicks who he is, when they realize who the big man behind him has brought home to them.

The paw print belong to the man with black messy hair, a smirk that almost looks more like a snarl and hazel eyes that say mineminemine.

The other man claims the second feather. He's smaller than the others but no less intimidating. He's also stoic in a way the others aren't, dark blue eyes and brilliance lurking in their depths.

His marks burn pleasantly and he's not stupid, he knows dangerous men when he sees them. Feels calloused fingers against his skin and wonders if the dark shapes he saw on the table were guns.

He supposes he made his peace with that awhile ago though, the first time someone mentioned how dark and heavy his marks were.

His feathers are now lines with a vivid copper that makes the silver and black stand out even more. The paw print have bright copper claws that clashes beautifully with the red.

It's perfect.

They belong together. Like how cats and owls are creatures of the night, who live in shadows and hunt with silence while the moon hangs in the sky and drops kisses on fur and feathers.

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: String of Fate [Soulmate AU] HCs

Hey anon! Okay, I’m just gonna level with you. This request? This request right here? Probably one of my favourites. I went feral over this at 3am and my monkey brain fabricated an entire life story for Xiao when he’s not even out yet.

I sorta combined this request with my feral plot idea (which is honestly a 20k word fic at this point), but ahem, I hope you like and np^^ gotta make so many offerings so Xiao hopefully blesses me. Have a lovely day anon!!

--- Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ Fainting ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao: String of Fate [Soulmate AU] HCs

The red string of fate is a concept that those who are connected by a red string are destined to meet and fall in love. Regardless of place, time, or circumstances. The red string can never be broken unless one connected passes away.

Alatus

For the past few days, Alatus would wake up early and scale the mountains of his small village to pick Qingxin flowers. The morning dew would still be on the petals before the sun came by and evaporated everything. It became a bit of a small joke that the elders used to make, that a earth spirit would appear at the break of dawn to place the flowers for harvest. Not that Alatus minded, he was grateful that whatever celestial spirt was out there made sure to replace the ones he took. Remembering to always offer a prayer of thanks and a small offering, you would scold him if he didn’t.

He quickly scaled and vaulted over the wooden beam and slipped into your room. He winced at the sound of his shoes landing on the wooden floor but you didn’t seem to stir. You were still sleeping peacefully as Alatus took the fresh flowers to add to the ones already in your small vase beside you. They were your favourite flower after all. He reminisces about when you were both children and how you would drag him to mountains and tell him all about how at the very top there was his beautiful white flower. But you were both too young with small limbs to even attempt to climb it, plus if you somehow managed to do it, it would take too long and both your parents would be worried. It never seemed to deter you as you reasoned that a wind spirit would help your journey. Come to think of it, you always put a lot of faith into celestial beings. But he goes along with your plan, never one to contain your desire to explore.

He’s suddenly snapped out of his memories when he hears a soft knock on the door. It quietly opens to reveal your mother. She gives him a small smile as he looked a bit guilty for getting caught breaking in before waving him over to hand him something. You left him with a small bamboo package that you had wanted to give on his birthday. On top of the bamboo, you had wrote a short but warming message that you were worried about him always running off outside and that he might catch a cold. He smiled softly at your words, ingraining the way your ink brush flowed down the bamboo sticks into his mind. He offer’s a small thanks as she gives him a comforting hug. Whether for him or her he doesn’t know and she leaves.

He carefully untied the brown string keeping the package together to unravel a blue, white, and gold sleeve. He silently marveled at how beautiful it was and held it up to the light, it almost seemed to shine with subtle highlights. He has no idea how you managed to create this, he had never even seen the dye of red or gold used in clothing before. Perhaps the celestial beings decided to bless you for your prayers and devotion. He gives one small squeeze of your hand as he ties the sleeve to his arm and he slips out through the same window he came from. He looks up at the mountain’s he’s scaled before setting on the tallest one. One so tall the elders say that it could reach celestia.

As he scales the mountain he can feel a taint tug on his thumb, before it slowly disappears. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, breathes in deeply, and continues upwards.

The Golden-Winged King

One of his first adepti duties was to investigate the place he once knew as his home. There had been a dream eating demon that had been spreading curses onto unsuspecting youths. Putting them into eternal sleep before they bodies finally succumbed and they passed away. It was horrible and Alatus swore he would do everything in his power to make the dream demon suffer. Unfortunely, seeing as this was his first time venturing out back into the moral world and still recovering from his trials, he was assigned to work with a senior anemo adepti. One who was well-versed in using polearms that could “show him the ropes” as mortals would say.

This other adepti was too loud and erratic for his tastes compared to the calm and peaceful friend he once knew. Always getting side-tracked and flying around Alatus like some overgrown pixie. Never taking anything serious even though the both of you were tasked to destroy evil. But he held his tongue since this was his senior, gripping his sleeve when he was especially annoyed. This only seemed to spur the other anemo adepti further and inquire about the sleeve. Naturally, Alatus was hostile and guarded. That was first time he ever raised his voice which instead of becoming offended or angry, the other adepti was impressed.

From then on the other adepti seemed to want to interact with Alatus at any given moment. From checking in with him on his latest mission or if he heard about how the delicious flowers tasted. Who even ate flowers? Either way, every instance of communication was brushed aside, he would always make some weak excuse that he needed to train. Which lead to the other challenging him. The both of you were the same element so it would be a good time to see who was the best at wielding it. Overtime he began to look forward to your weekly spars. Even finding a bit of joy out of them. Ever since he had climbed up the mountain it had been constant training and hardships but when it came to these spars. It was fun. Alatus began to open his heart a tiny bit, let’s himself relax and fall into amusement when he see’s his partner’s face pop over him as they hovered over him.

He even began to feel his locked up heart start to beat a bit faster whenever he saw his partner perk up and wave at him. Whenever you threw your arm around him he never brushed you off like he used to, just basked in your presence as you rambled about how this stuck up bird was running everyone through the ground with her demands. It was amusing for fresh adepti’s to see you both interact. The ever stoic and aloof Alatus that taught them through strict rules loosen up immediately and smile whenever your head popped up to scold him for his training methods.

It was fun. Until the day he became possessed and killed you with your own weapon.

Guardian Yaksha

Guizhong was concerned. Ever since Rex Lapis had saved the poor adepti man from his possession, he had locked himself in. He still fulfilled his duties with alarming accuracy but it seemed that he completely on auto-pilot. He could stand in the pouring rain without realizing it or he always seemed to be in such a rush. Asking to do anything that needed to be done rather than relax. He was going to end up running through his long years at this rate. She brought it up to Rex Lapis and his fellow Yaksha but none of them had the time or want to check in on him. It was a time of war after all. Except one.

You watch him stand in the rain. Any attempts from you or Guizhong to ask if he was better always failed and you didn’t want to push. But this was already past the point of simple concern. So the next time you saw him relapse you walked over and embraced him. He usually carried himself as stiff as possible but you swore you were holding one of Rex Lapis’s pillars. You braced yourself to get thrown off or at the very least be questioned but none of those things happened. He just stood there and to be honest, you weren’t sure if that was even more concerning. You both didn’t say anything even when the rain stopped until Rex Lapis had summoned you both over.

You and him never developed a close friendship but he never seemed to brush you away whenever you sat beside him ever since you hugged him in the rain. A bare acknowledgement on good days but that was alright. Just sitting in each other’s presence when the war wanted to be quiet somedays was nice. On harder days when fighting took too much of a toll on your body you would lean your head on his shoulder. He never shrugged you off or seemed bothered by it, in fact, it almost seemed as if he leaned back against you. You both never spoke during these moments, just a silent understanding looming over you both.

Then when Morax announced that Guizhong had passed away, you felt as if you somewhat understood how Xiao felt. You didn’t even register that you had walked back to the same place Xiao was standing back when he was in the rain. The war was finally over but after everything that had happened to get to this point, it was hard. You knew that a few of your other Yaksha’s were ready to return to Jueyun Karst or return to earth. You blink quickly as you feel two arms wrap around you and you realize how funny fate seems to be. You choke out some unintelligible noise that’s a mix between a laugh and a sob as you cling onto him and let your bottled up emotions pour out.

He’s the last person you see in the newly established Liyue, wishing him luck in the rest of his journey, as you return to the earth. You aren’t sure what you’ll turn into but you hope that the peaceful atmosphere you both created will remain.

Xiao

It was completely out of the blue when you asked if he wanted to come on an adventure with you. You were both sitting under the tree that held the Wangshu inn up when you suddenly sat up and pointed in some far off direction across Liyue. Asked if he wanted to come with you after the lantern festival was over. He was a bit taken aback, you were a traveler first and foremost but you never asked if he wanted to come with you. You had always assumed that he wanted to stay as a protector of Liyue but after what Morax, now Zhongli, had said and how it was time to him to step down. You decided to ask him. It didn’t have to be far, you both could go to the stone gate if he wanted, just if he wanted to come with you anywhere.

His first instinct is to decline but you end up cutting him off before he can say anything.

“I know you have your reasons and loyalties to stay as Liyue’s protector. That’s why I’m not asking for you to accompany me across Teyvat. But I don’t know when I’m going to be back and after what happened in Liyue, I thought it would be nice to just, take a break, and go anywhere. You don’t have to accompany me if you don’t want to but I think it’d be nice to wander together,” you say as you continue to look across the land from the balcony. He can’t see where you’re looking at exactly but he ponders your words.

To wander and go anywhere. Just the two of you. He’s never even considered leaving Liyue even after all the demons were replaced with weak hilichurls and slimes. He gazes up at the tree’s leaves, looks further to see celestia, and even further back to his home. Guizhong always said he needed to relax and live in the moment of now rather than running past everything but was he really ready for that? 

“Ah, sorry was that a bit too forward? I really didn’t mean anything ba-”

“Yes. Let’s go,” Xiao cuts you off as his eyes shine in a new light of determination, “Wherever you want to go, I will come with you.”

You blink once, twice, before a bright grin stretch's across your face as you quickly ask if he’s joking. He’s not, and you cheer excitedly as you list off different places you’ve wanted to explore. Perhaps the shoal? Maybe even further into the chasm? Actually wait, the electro archon has closed that area off so maybe not there. Xiao patiently listens to you ramble as he smiles softly. Your excitement is addicting and he can feel his heart flutter just a bit. How long has it been since he felt this way? He can feel a small tug on his thumb, he looks down but he can’t see anything, but there’s a comfortable weight that he’s felt has been missing for a very long time.

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If this seems interesting and people seem to enjoy it, I can post the actual fic when Xiao banner drops as a bit of a catalyst. It’s basically the same idea.  Though it’s kinda long so I have no idea when that’s going to be finished. It might turn into a thank you gift instead. (or ahem, you know, if you wanna commission me and see it earlier there’s that haha just kidding;;).

Honestly, I took a lot of liberties. I read the lore on adepti and Xiao but most of this is my monkey brain and previous semi xiao fics (which you don’t have to read but it would be helpful to see extended parts). Phew, this took a lot of time. It’s not as cute as my other fics but hopefully you all enjoyed it^^

Actually, nevermind. I hate this. I’ll keep it up since I haven’t posted this week yet but I hate this.