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When Tsukishima gets comfortable, he really gets comfortable.
You learned that eight months into your relationship, when Tsukishima walked into the bathroom—with you on the toilet—heading for the sink to brush his teeth.
“Kei!” You nearly scream, clutching your chest to calm yourself down. “I’m using the bathroom here?”
“I can see,” he says, and you groan, throwing your head back in defeat. It really doesn’t help that the mirror is perfectly placed, in a way that allows your Kei to look at you directly in the eye while you sit on the toilet looking as unflattering as ever.
“Then leave? I can’t even piss in peace.”
“Why would I leave?” He puts the toothbrush in his mouth, “I’ve seen worse.”
“It’s impossible to argue with you,” you cry. And you’re right. Tsukishima Kei is insufferable, and he may be too comfortable with you already.
-
You learn Tsukishima has no sense of personal space soon after.
When he loves someone, his affection comes in odd ways. Sometimes it’s a flick to the forehead, other times it’s a teasing remark, and today, it’s him asking you if he could stay with you while you shower.
It’s not necessary the worst request, but when you consider the fact that he’s asking to sit on a stool and talk to you while you bathe, you find it a bit strange.
“Why would you even want that?” You ask him, all while you get ready for your nighttime shower.
“I just wanna be there.”
You shrug, tell him “sure”, and move on with your day. He sits on the toilet seat as you shower, recounting his day and all the small things that ticked him off.
“I never knew you could talk this much,” you laugh. He’s not necessarily the most quiet partner, but words are often few when it comes to your Kei. He’s more of a listener than anything, telling you how much he likes to hear your voice when you “bitch about everything.” (His words, not yours.)
-
Once you spend enough time with Tsukishima, though, you learn that he’s not evasive, just caring. He cares for you in ways you’ve never been loved before.
He shows you this when you feel as if you’re looking the Grim Reaper in the eyes, period cramps eating you away, and laying in your shared bed.
“Get up,” he whispers, careful to not yell for he knows how much you hate loud noises.
“Don’t talk to me.”
He knows it’s the cramps talking, so he only responds with a roll of his eyes.
“Okay,” he says, and begins to lift you off the bed. You nearly scream in shock, hitting his chest lightly.
“Put me down!” You kick your legs as he carries you bridal-style towards the bathroom. You know what he’s doing, trying to motivate you to not wallow in your pain, but you’re far too stubborn and in too much pain to care.
“Don’t ignore me!”
“You told me not to talk to you,” he retorts, gently placing you on the closed toilet seat and kneeling in front of you. “I ran a bath for you.”
You stare at him, head tilted to the side, and you wonder how you got so damn lucky.
“You want me to strip you, or?” He speaks up in the midst of your silence.
“Don’t be an ass.”
“That’s what I do best,” he smiles, lifting your hands up to remove your shirt (it’s his, really) from your body.
Kei Tsukishima - Sims 4
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cat and mouse — yandere tsukishima kei x f. reader
warnings: noncon, fingering, exhibitionism, degradation, rumors
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Crap.. Tsukki is so freaking reliable!
Ultimamente tenho sentido que preciso inovar nas assinaturas, nada melhor do que treinar assinatura do que pegando o user dos seus amigos e fazendo assinatura pra eles né? Então cá estamos! NFWAOIFNAWOIN
Assinatura feita para @noromuwa utilizar no Social Spirit do personagem Tsukishima Kei, do anime Haikyuu!
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos à ス pelas artes utilizadas e pelos donos dos recursos utilizados, os psd’s e texturas.
Capa para o desafio dos designers proposto por @littleyoonportfolio com o tema 9, no caso que é uma capa com elementos vintage, mas no fim acabou tendo o tema também de capas com manipulação o que foi mais divertido de editar do que imaginei?! Ai amei fazer capa manipulada USHAUSHAUH
Então do que se consiste o desafio dos designs Mafu? É simples, é um desafio que a cada dia, no total sendo 10 dias, nós temos que entregar designs de acordo com respectivas propostas.
Essa capa foi a pedido de uma amiga do Spirit que adorou a ideia de ter um plot Tsukihina envolvendo cafeteria retro e quando eu vi essa imagem feita por ス eu não pude deixar de imaginar eles dois sentadinhos em uma daquelas mesas antigas de café UHSAUHSAUHSA e acabou saindo essa capa, eu to apaixonadinha nela, se ninguém pegar eu vou pegar é para mim e escrevo um Tsukihina nem que eu tenha que falecer para isso! `w´
Ah claro, o nome da fanfic eu peguei inspirado na musica da Britney Spears com o Giorgio Moroder, “Tom’s Diner” e também me inspirei em “Beautiful Girl” do Sean Kingston (infância voltou com força USHAUSHA).
E é isso, se inspire! Não copie! Créditos à artista ス pela imagem Tsukihina utilizada e aos recursos utilizados, os psd’s.
Capa para a fanfic “Coletânia de poemas do poeta Dinossauro” escrito por Seikyoun para a seção de Haikyuu!! fanfic com foco no personagem Tsukishima Kei!
Capa criada com inspiração nas capas de @hobbiix que são super lindas inclusive, sigam ele! `w´
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos artistas ~
Capas e banner feitos nesse ciclo em nome do projeto astrogallery, um projeto com foco em disponibilizar para usuários edições e betagens de fanfics para a seção de animação.
Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos artistas nas respectivas imagens ~
Link das fanfics: “Me dê um beijinho na testa como bom dia.” “Delírios da madrugada” e "Você pode correr, mas não se esconder.”
He Accidentally Confesses (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Tsukishima Version)
A/N: tehee it just came to me, enjoy!
Calling Him by His Name (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Third Gym Version) Part 1
Bokuto, Akaashi, Hinata
A/N: Yes yes I am the writer who diPPed for a solid week, and I apologize for that y’all😔 Here is a lil text post to say sorry for not existing and THANK YOU FOR 1.8k FOLLOWERS BC HOW TF DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN WHILE I POST LITERALLY NOTHING— enjoy!
“Can I sit on you(r face)?” (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Middle Blocker Version) Part 2
A/N: Part two cuz apparently you can only put so many damn pics in one post🙄 Enjoy! (Side note: Suna’s was just Kuroo’s reject, but I didn’t wanna exclude him from the group😤 nobody frickin’ told me the dude only had like a minute of screen time tho?!)
Kuroo, Aone, Tendou
Loving Tradition (Tsukishima x Reader) *Request*
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Tsukishima has accidentally started a growing tradition with you: he will attend your home volleyball games, and you will attend his. But why does it hurt so much when you finally miss one of his own games? Surely he doesn’t like you that much… right?
A/N: Lol yeah you actually did already send the request in, but honestly I appreciated that you expanded on your idea! With every request, I always wonder if I’m writing the right stuff, so I appreciated the elaboration in your second ask. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Word count: 3436
Tsukishima knew you. Of course he knew you. You were the innocent girl who sat behind him in class, always fumbling with your glasses and scribbling with your pencil oh-so loudly.
By the time spring came around, he dubbed you Mouth-Breathing Mary. Evidently you had allergies, and rather than sniffling, you resorted to the second loudest option to obtain enough oxygen in your lungs to function properly. Everything you did, even though you sat a few roomy inches behind him, peeved him off so much.
Oh how he wished he could ignore it, your every little noise and sound effect. But something about you just stuck with him, interested him in some way. Like there was a part of you that hadn’t shown its face to him, or anybody, yet.
And, of course, he had “heard” of you too. Apparently some girl attending Karasuno High was a powerhouse on the court. With pictures in the news and games on TV, she was practically a worldwide legend for Women’s 18 and under volleyball. Tsukishima first learned about her while preparing for practice, watching the two resident perverts of the VBC leering over a new magazine with heart eyes.
“She goes to our school, doesn’t she? What a hottie!” Pint-Size had exclaimed.
“She looks so innocent too, just like our beloved Kiyoko!” Mr. No-Shirt responded.
So yeah. He did know both sides of you, but it only took one stroll past the open doors of the first gym during lunch for him to discover this. Yamaguchi had finally caught up with his strides when they both heard it.
WHAM!
Flinching at the sudden boom, they peered through the doorway like meerkats to spot the perpetrator.
You.
You, standing under the bright lights of the gym, forehead dripping sweat and face scrunched up in distaste at whatever had caused the bang that shook the room. Your eyes squinted behind the glass frames that blessed you with vision, allowing you to glare at whatever had displeased you.
It was a single water bottle standing in the corner of the court, closest to the open doors. Others just like it were laying askew along the wall, gathered up with spare volleyballs as well. There were about six bottles in total, and you, huffing and cursing under your breath, lined them all up along the back of the court. After this, you returned to your spot on the other end. Then-
WHAM!
The first bottle farthest from your spectators slammed against the back wall before you retrieved another volleyball from the basket at your side. Toss, step, step, jump…
WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM!
Finally, you knocked over all the bottles in a patterned succession. You had done so with a hawk-like precision, almost looking like you could do it in your sleep. The only things that ruined the picture of you being this blank-faced pro were the small fist pump you allowed yourself and the wide grin that grew on your face. Then you started anew, lining them up along the edge of the court and refilling your volleyball supply once more.
“Wow,” Yamaguchi whispered breathlessly, shocking Tsukishima out of his stupor. “She’s good!”
First, his lips twitched. Then his jaw clenched. And finally, with a small readjustment of his glasses performed by a single index finger, Tsukishima spoke.
“Let’s go back. Lunch is almost over.”
~~~
The aloof blond almost couldn’t believe it. Mouth-Breathing Mary was a devastating beast on the volleyball court. How? How does someone who looks like they couldn’t even walk past an animal shelter without bursting into tears do that?
“Hey,” your voice, along with an incessant jab to his back via the butt end of your pencil grabs his attention instantly. “I saw you watchin’ me at lunch today, creeper.”
Observer of those who were potentially more skilled at volleyball than he was? Yes. Creeper? No.
“I was simply inspecting what was making such a racket in the gym. Don’t flatter yourself.”
The comment makes you scoff. “Psh, all right. I’ll buy that B.S. for now, stalker.”
His teeth were going to be grinded to dust before the day was over. However, Tsukishima chooses to stay silent, glueing his eyes to his textbook in order to ignore the feeling of your gaze on his back.
“By the way,” you nudge his shoulder blade once more, making him glance toward the ceiling.
“Yes?”
“I have a game tomorrow night, just in case you wanna ‘inspect more racket’ in the gym.”
No. Of course he wouldn’t go, are you kidding?
~~~
“Tsukki, why are we here again?”
“Shush.” Crowds whooped and hollered after the sound of a large wham, no different from that of a poor volleyball smacking against freshly polished wood. Shoes squeaked down on the court, along with the occasional “cover me” and “it’s up!”
The audience for tonight’s game was a lot more than Tsukishima expected as he shouldered his way through the bumbling bodies. He was finally able to catch a breath of fresh air when he surfaced at a metal railing, Yamaguchi huffing just as heavily not far behind.
Down on the court, from what Tsukishima could tell, the game wasn’t exactly fair.
It wasn’t really Karasuno Girls’ Volleyball Club versus Aoba Johsai.
No. It was actually you versus six untainted souls, so pure and ready to be petrified. You were in the middle of serving a serious reality check to the girls on the other side of the net when their coach called a time.
Apparently, one of the wing spikers had sustained a nice bruise to the forearms while trying to field your classic server’s ace. It was her fault really, but her replacement was shaking just as much in her court shoes.
Halfway through the game, Tsukishima finally understood why so many people were here. Watching you was almost like a drug. Not that he was addicted or anything.
It was like throwing a lion in the gazelle exhibit at the zoo. Ducks on a pond. Fish in a barrel. Whatever other analogies there were out in the world that could explain how much you were opening a can of whoop ass right now.
At a certain point, the Aoba Johsai girls weren’t even trying. Tsukishima almost swore he heard a whimper from one of them after your spike had flown past her face.
Yep. He finally got it. You were like a highlight reel of the best volleyball players to exist. There was even a journalist from the local news taking pictures and writing notes in the corner of the stands right now!
And yet, the next day at school, you were that same little lamb that sat behind him in class. The glasses hiding your eyes also disguised the gaze’s capacity for ferocity. Last night, and every game he assumed before that, you were a force to be reckoned with.
And, yeah, he totally didn’t like you or anything.
~~~
Karasuno didn’t always host home games for their boys’ volleyball club, but when they did, there was always one person in the audience Tsukishima looked for.
You.
At one point, you had stopped teasing him for attending your games, and instead you began to return the favor. Now, sure, there were less people in the audience when the boys played because, really, who did they have that was a world champion like you?
Anyways, Tsukishima and you had made a silent agreement after however many games you had cheered for each other. No words needed to really be spoken about it, and Tsukishima almost preferred it that way. In all honesty, the tall middle blocker felt like he played better under your watchful eyes. You were really the only person who he could depend on that believed in him, and him alone.
You weren’t intrusive or loud like his brother, but whenever he instinctively glanced up at you after a particularly well-executed block, you always blushed and glanced away in this cute little way of yours. Tsukishima just knew it. He liked you.
Not that he would ever admit it to your face, though.
And he liked to think that you found comfort in his presence during your games as well. Though he didn’t nearly catch your eye as much up in the stands (you were always too in the zone), you would always give him a little thumbs up and a grin after a game.
It was the most frustrating thing, as Tsukishima always had to glance away to fend off his own flush. He hated how easily you could break down his stoic walls in your own little shy ways. The only thing he hated more than that was the giggle he would hear after avoiding your gaze.
Now, tonight was yet another game, and another opportunity to see you.
Of course, he saw you during school hours, but he usually refrained from talking to you during that time. You were always too sly or too quiet, depending on the day, but also, deep down Tsukishima liked the distance that came between the two of you during games. It prevented that stupid little flutter of his heart whenever you would accidentally brush his hand in the hallway or draw weird patterns on the back of his uniform during class.
Yeah, he liked the distance. Most of the time.
~~~
It was five o’clock. The match was about to begin, and yet a certain middle blocker couldn’t stop his attention from straying to the stands.
Where…
“Tsukishima, get your ass out there!”
The blond cursed under his breath, adjusting his glasses on his face before jogging out onto the bright court. Kageyama threw his teammate a few strange glances, but kept his jaw wired shut. Good.
“Damn, Tsukki, what’s wrong with you today? Is your girlfriend not here to cheer you on?” a certain wing spiker teased, flashing his signature toothy smirk.
The middle blocker doesn’t respond, only flaring his nostrils at the fact that Tanaka was right. Well, half right.
“Tanaka’s right, you need to get your head in the game,” the blue-haired setter sneers.
This lights a fire under the middle blocker’s ass. “Nobody tells me how to play,” Tsukishima hisses, hands covering the back of his head as he waits for Hinata to serve. “Especially not a power-tripping king like you.”
“Calm it down, you two. We’ve got a game to play.” As always, Captain Daichi has to save the day, but that doesn’t distract Tsukishima from Buzzcut’s words.
Where were you?
~~~
Of course, Karasuno’s VBC won the game last night, but at the bottom of his heart, Tsukishima feels like it was unearned. Not seeing you in the crowd last night made his mouth taste bitter and his head pained. It’s not like he wanted to like you so much, but part of him still feels betrayed you had broken tradition.
Now, he could be realistic in this instant. Maybe you just had too much homework. Maybe your family had an emergency. Maybe you got into a car crash on your way to the game and died.
Really, the possibilities were endless.
Anyways, as Tsukishima sat in class, headphones plugged in as he waited for the first bell to ring, his final theory was proved false.
Tap tap. A familiar touch poked his shoulder from behind. That wasn’t the only reason for why he knew it was you; you were also the only person in the school who had the guts to actually touch the blank-faced genius of the volleyball club.
Playing off his indignation as reluctance, Tsukishima snaps his music off his ears and lays it on his desk, signalling for you to speak with a quick “Did you need something?”
Even he could tell his tone was icier than normal, and he almost cringed at the sound of you flinching back like he had burned you. “U-umm, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for missing your game last night.”
“You don’t have to come to my games.” The words tasted like poison in his own mouth even after he spat them, and Tsukishima knew he was only digging his own grave deeper. Evidently, though, you weren’t one to scare easily.
“You know,” you paused, taking a deep breath, “I would have felt terrible too if you missed one of my games.”
“Really?” is what the boy wanted to ask, but instead he stayed silent in effort to keep himself composed.
After waiting for him to respond and deducing that he wouldn’t, you continue. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t there to support you.” He hears you gulp. “B-but, uh, how did you guys do?” Your tone lifts at the end, trying to stay positive considering the wall Tsukishima was currently putting up.
“We did fine,” he says after a while. “We won. And you don’t need to be sorry.”
“But I am,” he hears you shuffling nervously in your seat, “and I want you to know that I was only gone because I was making something. Something kinda special actually.”
From the way you said it, whatever you had made was actually quite personal. Tsukishima’s heart fills with guilt at forcing such a confession out of you, but he still feels burned himself.
So he replies with a nod and a hum, and that’s the most you guys communicate for the rest of the day.
~~~
Same day, new game. As Tsukishima slips on his jersey in the locker room, his mind wanders to thoughts of you. More specifically to if you’ll be at his game tonight.
He highly doubted it, especially after the way he treated you this morning. Though cold and remote were his signature styles, he hated that it might have closed you off for good this time.
“...Tsukki? You okay?” Yamaguchi only stops waving his hand in front of his friend’s face when the blond bats it away with a scowl.
“What?”
“You’ve been staring at the wall for like ten minutes,” the shorter boy shrugs, “everyone else has gone to the gym now. I was just waiting for you to snap out of it so we could go.”
Yikes. If Tsukishima’s head was already out of it now, who knows what would happen with him during the game. As much as he hates the thought, his playing abilities seemed to be tethered to you. The closer you were, the better they became.
God, how had he fallen so far?
“I’m ready. Let’s go.” Tsukishima leads the way, Yamaguchi trailing not even a stride behind him down the steps and into the school’s main gym.
It’s bright and buzzing with volleyball life inside.Yellow- and blue-striped balls fill rolling baskets to the brim, meanwhile others fly through the air at compromising speeds. The other team has arrived and is practicing harmoniously, not a single player out of step.
This team was good, and Karasuno would have to be better.
“Glasses, get your ass over here!” Coach Ukai shouts with no shame, waving Tsukishima over to the rest of the spikers who were already running and jumping above the net.
The middle blocker joins the group with ease, practicing in their normal rhythm. Of course that would be easy; it was the spontaneity of a game that would be able to catch him off his guard later.
No. Tsukishima could play without you. It was hard to break out of a habit, but he wasn’t as weak-minded as some other people he knew (his eyes locked on Hinata as he thought this).
And so the game commenced. Refs arrived, crowds filed in, and in a single, bare area up in the stands sat you.
Tsukishima blanched at the sight. Thankfully, he was starting the game in the player box, but that didn’t mean your presence hadn’t rattled him.
Well, maybe it wasn’t your presence, per se, it was more so the homemade sign you waved through the air after winking cheekily at him.
“#11, I’ll give you a kiss if you win!” it said.
The sign was twice your size across, and every word sparkled black with an orange outline. There was a heart in the corner, and a small volleyball sat atop the i in “kiss.”
“Ooh, look whose girlfriend showed up today?!” Tanaka catcalls, whistling as Tsukishima goes ghost white.
Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush.
It was a nice attempt, but unsuccessful overall. In the end, the blond can only shake his head as a hint of a smile creeps onto his face. It’s the best you’ve ever gotten, though, so you better take it and run.
For the rest of the game, Tsukishima is forced to play with pink cheeks, ignoring every eyebrow waggle from Nishinoya and every suggestive elbow to the side from Tanaka. And of course you tease him too.
Each time he glances up at you like he normally does, you throw him a beaming smile and shake the sign you still hold, leaning on the railing it hangs over. Though he would hate to admit it, it still pumps him up like normal. Every block is just a tad better, and every serve just a tad stronger.
And by the end of that game, you best believe he was waiting for that kiss.
The ref blows the whistle, the last set won by Karasuno with seven points hanging over the other team’s head. The tall middle blocker’s eyes dart to yours and that’s all the signal you need to clamber your way down onto the court, sign still intact.
You hand it to him as soon as you're close enough and for some unexplainable reason, Tsukishima accepts the responsibility of holding the sign willingly.
Your eyes glow with excitement but the rest of your body language tells that you’re shy, including the smallest little nibble on your lower lip that you would soon discover drives him up the walls.
“Well?” Tsukishima finally asks, glancing you up and down before locking his gaze on your face.
“Hmm?” you hum, playing innocent because of course you would do that during a time like this. Tsukishima had figured out early on that you were just as terrible with emotions as he was. Maybe you could work on it together, but that would have to be saved for later. Right now, you owed him.
Tsukishima doesn’t bother to respond to your teasing. Instead, he sighs and tosses aside the sign, ignoring as it flutters to the ground for all to see before tugging you closer by your hand. Your eyes widen with nervousness, but the blond doesn’t bother to let it grow into an all-out halt on the situation.
No. He wouldn’t give up this chance. No matter how many others were watching.
Though you were only seven inches shorter than him, he still tips your head up before leaning down and capturing your lips against his.
It’s short and sweet, because Tsukishima is never one to reveal all his cards on the first go. He presses his lips to your softer ones and makes note of just how much pressure might drive you crazy at a later date, then he pulls away, immediately wanting to absorb your blissed expression.
It doesn’t disappoint, as in the short few seconds your first kiss had lasted, your pupils had blown wide and your cheeks had transitioned from a gentle pink to a burning red. Your hands had barely had enough time to reach up and tangle in his hair, so you follow through with the act then, intertwining your fingers right at his nape.
“Well-deserved,” you breathe out with a grin, tugging his sweaty forehead down before pressing your own against it. Tsukishima just barely copies your expression, allowing a slight curl at each end of his mouth as he cranes his neck to meet your face. He raises a questions brow when your smile twists into a smirk.
“I’d still kick your ass in volleyball though.” Tsukishima rolls his eyes as you playfully nudge his glasses with your own.
“That’s debatable.”
Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: There’s nothing wrong with preparing to ask out the guy you like. Just make sure you don’t have an audience while you do it.
A/N: Hey guys, I’ve been going through a rough patch recently, so I’m sorry if I disappointed any of you by not posting. I’ll try to get back on the wagon soon, I promise. Here’s an imagine I got an idea for from this prompt by @otpdisaster. I hope you guys like it!
Word count: 1115
You’ve been at it for a while now. The bathroom was empty and silent; perfect for your test runs during lunch hour. The lights occasionally flickered and created a buzz that was mind-numbing, but you couldn’t complain.
“Hey Tsukishima… I like your… eyes? No! God YN, that’s terrible.” You shook your head at yourself in the mirror before trying one more time. This round, you bit your lip and fluttered your eyelashes.
“Hey there, Tsukki,” you pucker your lips slightly, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this Friday?” Your reflection was an abomination; you looked halfway constipated.
“Ughhhh, this is a nightmare!” Turning on the sink, you splash some cold water in your face before bracing your hands against the porcelain. There was still a light in your eyes, and the longer you looked at yourself, the more beauty you seemed to find. Something about today made you feel ready. Ready to ask out the boy you’d been crushing on for years now.
“No, no YN! You can do this!” You nodded at yourself reassuringly and smiled. Pearly whites shown through thanks to weeks of strips. Every strand of hair on your head was about as in place as they could be. Your lips were soft and freshly chapsticked, and for once in your life, you felt attractive in your school uniform. “I can do this,” you whispered once more before turning away from the mirror.
With a dramatic hair flip, you turned back to your reflection with a smirk and a sultry voice. “Are you a parking ticket?” You raised a suggestive brow, “Because you’ve got fine written all over you.” Nope. With a pouty sigh, you smack your palm against your forehead.
“Why do I suck at thissss?” No response, which led you to be simultaneously pissed off and relieved. You wanted help, but not from anybody conscious in society. Running a hand through your strands, you huff and throw your head back, staring at the ceiling as if it would guide you. Then, you shake your body out like a wet dog and return your gaze to the glass, slamming one hand on your popped-out hip to emphasize your curves, however nonexistent they were.
“Hey sexy.” Cue eyebrow waggle. “You, me, the movies. Eight o’ clock, don’t be late- Nope, nope, nope.” Your cheeks were trying to beat the sun, you just knew it. They burned and mimicked the colors of tomatoes. But somewhere, deep down at the bottom of your gut, you just didn’t want to give up.
“Please go out with me!” Hands clasped together in a begging motion, you pouted. Too wussy.
“Hey you!” You pointed a finger accusingly, “Go out with me! Or else!” Too threatening.
“I’ll buy you some candy if you go out with me,” you bargained with wide, desperate eyes. Too child-kidnappy.
“I don’t suppose you’ve noticed my, uhh, mandatory school uniform.” You trailed a hand down the side of your body awkwardly. “It’s made of,” you deepen your voice and narrow your eyes, “girlfriend material.” Too serial killerish.
“Would you like to be my precious?” you rasped, scratching up your throat. Too Gollumy.
“Fuck, this is never gonna work!” Throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation, you release a roar that could tremble the internal organs of your enemies before-
“Ha! I got it! He plays volleyball!” You hop out of your self-deprecating groove instantly with one single, genius idea. Body wiggling excitedly, you delve into your backpack and snatch your phone. Google is such a wonderful resource.
“If I was a volleyball, I’d let you hit me all day…” you read aloud before glancing back up at yourself and shaking your head. “I’m desperate, but I’m not that desperate.” Minutes passed, and you test-ran through a couple more lines until you finally found it. The one.
“Do you play volleyball?” Eyes glowing victoriously, you beamed at the mirror, “Because I sure dig you!” The vandalized, STD-infested high school restroom stays silent, but it didn’t deter you. Your heart pangs with excitement, and you knew you were ready.
“It’s perfect!” You were about to high-five yourself, but a muffled snicker interrupted you. The beating in your chest stops for a second and you burst into a cold sweat. Oh crap, who’s there?!
“H-hello?” You grab your backpack and raise it in front of you. “Who is it? Who’s there?” The last person you wanted to see steps into the women’s bathroom, smug smirk and all.
“I don’t know, I kind of liked the Lord of the Rings one.” He shrugs. “Your impression was spot on.” Your throat constricts and you struggle to breathe, let alone respond.
“Why are you here?” you choke out, hiding your clammy palms behind your back.
“The teacher sent me to ask if you were okay. Guess she thought you fell in.” Everything about Tsukishima screams ‘smug.’ Before you liked him, it pissed you off. Then it became endearing. And now it makes you want to crawl into a hole and die.
“So, how much did you hear?”
“About five minutes before the Optimus Prime impression.”
“Oh God!” You hide your face into your hands and groan exasperatedly. “You heard all of that?!” He chuckles before nodding, eyes glowing arrogantly behind his frames.
“Most of it wasn’t half-bad, though.” You peek between your fingers.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he licks his lips while crossing his arms. “Give one a try.” Brows furrowed in confusion, you open and close your mouth repeatedly like a fish until he explains further.
“I promise you’ll like the outcome.” There’s this weird look on his face. It’s not angry, or cocksure. He doesn’t look like he’s about to ream your ass or point out all the mistakes you’ve made in your life. It looks almost like… a smile. And a reassuring one at that. Your eyes widen at the sight before a lop-sided grin grows on your face.
“All right,” you nod nonchalantly, but your eyes flicker with excitement, “which one do you wanna hear first?”
“Hmm, how about my favorite of yours so far: goose in the park looking for a Tsukishima-shaped bread crumb?”
Bet (Tsukishima x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You ended up wearing a green bean costume to school the next day. Why? Ugh, don’t ask.
A/N: Looking up April Fools pranks for this fic was just about the best research I’ve done for a story in a while. Hope you like it! (Again, thank you guys so much for the likes and follows, they make me so happy I almost screech and scare the shit out of my parents!)
Word count: 1245
“Kei, there’s no way your teammates are that stupid.”
“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” You did, and you really thought you would win, too. Oh, how wrong you were.
It was April Fools, and Tsukishima came up with a simple prank to test just how oblivious the Karasuno volleyball team could be. Before practice began, you were to bring in a box of original glazed-donuts to the second gym. Nothing too special, it’s just that on the top of the box you wrote “Happy April First!” in bright green letters. The fear and anxiety in the team captain’s eyes was instantaneous.
“Hey guys, I brought in donuts for you all!” you announced cheerfully, setting down the closed box on one of their metal benches. Even Kiyoko, who had been seated there, stood quickly and watched the donuts with suspicion. Chuckling behind your hand, you joined a smug Tsukishima near the entrance and waited for the show to begin. At first, the whole team had been ecstatic about the gift and thanked you loudly, but smiles dropped off each and everyone’s faces one-by-one the closer they stepped to it, evidently reading the note on top.
Giving your boyfriend a pointed look, you gestured to his teammates and whispered, “See, I told you they wouldn’t-” you were cut off by the sound of the box opening, and whipped your head over in surprise to see the culprits. It was Hinata and Kageyama, glancing inside in wonder at the deliciously glazed pastries.
You gawked at the sight, but Tsukishima’s smirk only grew while he folded his arms and leaned against the wall comfortably at the scene. “Guys, wait!” Daichi warned, his arm reaching out in protest, but he was too late. The rest of the team watched in horror as the ginger and the blueberry inhaled the donuts without so much as pausing at their captain’s exclamation, licking their fingers and shouting a “Thank you!” at you before returning to the court. Visibly shaken at the spectacle that had just occurred, Kiyoko reclaimed her place on the bench numbly as the rest of the team returned to practice with bewildered expressions. They were all lying in wait for side-effects that would never appear from your innocent box of treats.
You were appalled. “No hesitation. They didn’t even notice. I can’t tell if they’re fearless or just stupid,” you mumbled.
Tsukishima patted your jaw closed and gave a shit-eating grin. “The latter. Definitely the latter.”
Refusing to take the loss, you looked up at him and bargained, “Double or nothing?”
~~~
Your boyfriend’s second prank was… admittedly crueler. You assumed he was still pissed at Nishinoya and Tanaka for hitting on you at the first game you had ever attended of his, but you didn’t mention your theory. Plus, this trick would be enough revenge on its own. It was the next day, and you and Tsukishima had spent an hour last night painting two onions and caramelizing them like apples, only to carry them into school and drop them off at the desks of the two flirty dimwits under the guise that they were from the gorgeous Kiyoko herself. At first, you thought the plan failed. The school alarm hadn’t sounded in warning that the pair had spontaneously combusted at the gifts, and you didn’t hear a loud commotion in the halls from them running around like excited, headless chickens.
“Be patient,” the blondy murmured in the desk next to you. “It’ll happen at practice. I know it.” Huffing out a breath, you dropped your chin into your hands and zoned back in on the teacher’s droning. History was mind-numbingly boring; you just wanted to win the bet right now!
~~~
Walking hand-in-hand to volleyball practice directly after school, yours and Tsukishima’s gentle teasing was interrupted by wobbly shouts. “Kiyoko, you’re so amazing!”
You both recognized the voices and exchanged looks before running up to the open doors of the gym. Wow, what an embarrassing scene. Nishinoya and Tanaka were writhing around on the ground with overjoyed expressions and happy tears, hugging the disguised caramel onions to their chests in front of a highly confused team manager.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but get up off the ground.” The pair instantly hopped up at her monotonous command and whined after her as she walked away. Both schooled their expressions into utter seriousness and faced each other before intertwining their arms.
“We eat these caramel apples at the same time, in honor of our goddess Kiyoko.” Nishinoya’s face was humorless and dark as he held the unwrapped onion up to his own face. You cringed at the thought while your boyfriend began to snicker under his breath.
“Agreed, brochacho.” Tanaka nodded along, and together, they both took large bites of their unsavory treats, freezing up at the first taste.
Tsukishima grabbed onto you for stability while he wholeheartedly cracked up next to your ear. His howls echoed throughout the gym while you covered your mouth at the sight. In just two more bites, they had swallowed the onions whole with shadows on their faces. You were going to throw up, you just knew it. At last, the pair separated slowly and stared down at their empty sticks. They didn’t seem appalled or disgusted at all. Rather, they looked… stupefied.
“Kiyoko, those were delicious!” You flinched at the outburst as the pair suddenly skipped their way over to the unsuspecting third year and began to excitedly circle around her like a ritual. While she complained at their actions, your boyfriend was now roaring with laughter, his whole body shaking with each chuckle as he shoved his face into your shoulder to calm himself. You were still mystified by the stomach-churning show you had just watched. And finally, just when Tsukishima’s cackles began to slow, you moaned at your defeat.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you whined in disbelief, “Did they seriously just eat whole onions? What the hell is wrong with those guys?!”
“I ask myself that question every day,” Tsukishima disclosed to you, pulling away to wipe off his glasses with a rag found in his pocket. Grumbling under your breath, you sigh before turning to him and placing your hands on your hips.
“All right, all right. Fine, you win. What do you want me to do?”
Returning his glasses to his face, his eyes flashed behind the lenses while he smirked deviously. “I thought you’d never ask.”
~~~
I wanna die, you thought to yourself as your face bloomed with telltale embarrassment. Keeping your head ducked, not that that would help hide you, you walk through the gates of Karasuno and make your way into school, small giggles trailing after you. Finally, you spot your boyfriend at the same time he easily notices you. Utterly miserable, you lazily drag your feet over to him, seething from inside your costume but staying silent nonetheless. It’s not like you could plan his murder out loud, after all.
Snickering victoriously, Tsukishima cheekily wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Who’s the string bean now?”
Don’t Slouch (Tsukishima x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You’ve got a bad habit. You know that. So why does that blond smartass in your class keep ragging you about it?
A/N: I’m tired, but I didn’t wanna forget this idea. I wasn’t even gonna write tonight, but we already here, so… voila. (Btw, thanks for the follows and likes!!)
Word count: 1074
“Slouching’s bad for you, you know.” Kei Tsukishima, the tall, skinny, blond volleyball player who sat in the desk next to yours, remarked. At first, you thought it wasn’t him who spoke, as he hadn’t even looked at you when he said it, but you knew his arrogant voice. It was one of a kind. When you glanced at his blank face, it was directed towards the bag on his desk, obviously searching for something as his long fingers sifted through papers.
“So?” you retorted lamely, your head upturned at him with a raised brow. Though, you couldn’t care less how you sounded. You just wanted to return to studying for midterms, but his sudden blurting made you feel obligated to respond.
“So don’t slouch,” he shrugged simply, pulling his headphones up over his ears and leaving the classroom for lunch. Scoffing confusedly, you shake your head and return to the books, subconsciously straightening out your back and dismissing the cracks that ran through it.
~~~
Eyes anxiously scanning over the test, you nervously searched for any mistakes you may have made on the answer sheet. Your forehead dripped with sweat, and your breathing grew heavy. Crap, why did tests always rile you up like this, especially the important ones? This sucked. Flinching when the alarm sounded, signalling you were out of time, you hesitantly rose from your desk and dragged your feet to the teacher’s desk, handing her your test with shaky, unsure hands before returning to your seat and ducking your head into your arms. The footsteps around you from your fellow classmates gathering their things and exiting the classroom did nothing to block out the snicker from beside you.
“You really should stop slouching so much. You’re going to ruin your posture.” Tsukishima, again, single-handedly irritated you once more in the blink of an eye. What an amazing ability he has for pissing you off.
Huffing out a breath, you reluctantly twisted your head to face him, muttering, “What’s it to you, glasses?”
“Just saying it’s a rather unhealthy habit of yours,” he mused, flashing you a small smirk while swiftly pushing his glasses up his nose. Returning his expression with a sarcastic smile of your own, you ran your middle finger down the side of your face discreetly before dropping your head back into your arms exhaustedly. Chuckling under his breath, the blond’s footsteps echoed throughout the room as he walked away, leaving you alone in your self-degradation over your estimated test results.
~~~
The boy just didn’t seem to know how to let things go. He had criticized you for your slouching in the last year more than he had ever conversed with you in the twelve years that you have known him. That’s right, you and Tsukishima have been going to the same schools since you were both in diapers. Truth be told, you weren’t friends, but you weren’t complete strangers either. Plus, he always seemed to be a lone wolf, at least until Yamaguchi came along. So, even though he rarely talked to you before your first year of high school, his tolerance of your slouching habit seemed to have reached the end of its rope. He haughtily reamed your ass over it every single time he got the chance. Finishing the remainder of your homework for the day? Oh you bet he’s just a-waitin’ over your shoulder.
“Would you like some advice?”
“Is it to stop slou-”
“Don’t slouch.” Insert your groan here. Was that the only Japanese this guy knew?
Maybe you’re just contentedly discussing movies with your friends? Yep, he’s got something to say.
“Hey, YN, what’s that one series called again?” he interrupted, “‘Slouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?’”
“‘Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,’” you had corrected him tightly, jaw twitching in irritation. Eventually, you hit your boiling point; but hey, a little threatening never hurt anybody… right?
Four days ago:
“Hey YN?”
“Ughhh, what Tsukishima? What, what, what?”
“Stop slouching so much.”
“I swear I’m gonna strangle you one of these days, beanstalk.”
Two days ago:
“Don’t slouch.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t slouch so much. You look like the cat of a witch.”
“Oh my Go- you know what? I’m gonna castrate you. Slowly, at first, and then I’m gonna kick it up a notch. Just for you, beanpole.” You thought it was a grand idea, but he only laughed in your face and walked away. This guy’s gonna be the reason I have a drinking problem.
Yesterday:
“Don’t sl-”
You threateningly pointed at him with serious, wide eyes and raised brows. “I will snap you like a twig.” A chuckle. That’s all you got.
Finally, you had it. It was almost the end of the school year, and you just wanted to know why, even coming up with a theory of your own. But the question you believed you had the answer to still stood. Why did he keep bugging you about an issue that was definitely only yours to fix? So you caught him after school, and told him what you thought of his constant lectures. After all, they had kept you up all night last night, and maybe you had gone a little crazy, but you think you finally figured out why he was doing it.
“Hey.” You were following him down the steps of the school. “Hey Tsukishima!” you called, barely avoiding tripping over your own feet.
“What?” he responded gruffly, turning around to stare at you with obvious annoyance.
“I think I’ve figured out why you keep telling me to stop slouching.” Smiling victoriously, you nodded your head affirmatively at your own statement.
“Oh really?” he challenged with a heightened brow, a lopsided grin slowly forming.
“Yep. You’re just trying to tell me to stand tall. No matter what happens, what grade I get, or how I do on a test, you want me to keep my head high and my back straight. Before I figured that out, I thought it was annoying. Now, I think it’s really sweet of you-”
He rolled his eyes before he interrupted you with pink-tinged cheeks. “Psh, that’s not it. I just don’t want my future wife to have a hunchback when we grow old together.”
Oh.
Ohhhhhhh.
cherries unsettle tsukishima a little
not overtly so but he feels like the pits aren’t worth the effort and the jar juice is evil
subtle flicker of disgust as he pulls it from his milkshakes Ew. Yuck
*pluck*
guys tsukishima has a secret playlist of basic songs he listens to when he’s weak enough to shed the music snob persona for a minute, and it’s 40 hours long
NOBODY ASKED BUT HERE ARE THE TOP 10 MOST UNDERRATED HAIKYUU SHIPS (in my opinion of course)
10. narikino (narita x kinoshita)
all i can think about is them dishing tea while everyone else isn’t paying attention
9. yamayama (kageyama x yamaguchi)
it has the same energy as kagehina expect less competitiony and i love it ALSO LOOK AT THEIR SHIP NAME IT’S AWESOME
8. akaken (akaashi x kenma)
imagine the pure sass that would come from this pairing
7. sugkuroo (suga x kuroo)
i!! love them!!
6. kyouhaba (kyoutani x yahaba)
simply not talked about enough i mean look at them
5. kanoyachi (kanoka x yachi)
this ones been getting a little bit more traction lately but not enough
4. yakulev (yaku x lev)
angry small and dumbass tall??? perfect.
3. tsukiyamayachi (tsukishina x yamaguchi x yachi)
one of my personal favorite poly ships it’s just so cute!!
2. oisuga (oikawa x suga)
need i say more
1. TANOYA (tanaka x noya)
absolutley NOBODY talks about this ship ever and i think it’s so cute!! totally deserves more love
woke up thinking abt tsukishima eating pussy so here’s some tsukishima eating pussy headcanons
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
spits on it before he eats
both on your clit and in your pussy, he wants it messy most of the time
relentless. he will make you cum over and over again until you have to fully push him off
partly bc he gets so pussydrunk and partly bc he thinks its so hot when you cry for him
long and slender fingers, he’ll alternate between fucking you fast and deep, and just rubbing against your sweet spot
he wants you to squirt, he craves it
rubbing your gspot while massaging your clit with his tongue in slow strokes
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Confessions: Tsukishima
By third year, you'd think you and Tsukishima would've grown out of it—that exhausting little game you two played. Bickering like it was a sport, tension so thick the rest of the team had stopped trying to intervene. Kageyama used to flinch when you raised your voice. Yamaguchi had once tried to play mediator until Tsukishima shut him down with a look. Now everyone just let it happen. It was routine. Expected. Like the sun rising or Hinata yelling.
But even routines fray when they go unchecked.
Practice had been winding down when Yachi leaned in closer, her voice hushed just enough not to carry over the sound of the guys drilling serves. You were both by the bench, pretending to organize water bottles, but really—you were gossiping.
"I mean… he’s cute," she said, trying to hide her smile behind her clipboard. "And he’s nice. The captain of the basketball team asking you out isn’t nothing—you could give it a shot, right?"
You rolled your eyes, glancing toward the court—though your gaze snagged on a tall blond figure for half a second too long. "Yeah. Maybe. He’s handsome, smart, polite."
It was a lie.
You didn’t want nice.
You wanted someone else.
Someone whose voice grated on your nerves, who always had a snide comment for everything you did, who knew exactly how to provoke you and never held back.
You wanted someone who made you feel something.
Now the gym was quiet. Yachi had left twenty minutes ago, and you were the only one left locking up.
Or so you thought.
The doors creaked.
You turned, already annoyed. "I'm about to lock up—"
Tsukishima.
He stood in the doorway like he owned the place, one strap of his bag over his shoulder, golden eyes steady. Annoyingly calm. He didn’t even flinch at your tone.
You rolled your eyes. "Forgot your headphones again? Or do you just enjoy making my job harder?"
He didn’t answer. Not with words.
Instead, he stepped closer, his gaze sharp. Too focused.
Then he said it. Like it wasn’t the most jarring thing to say after a week full of snipes and insults.
“Don’t date him.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I said,”—he stepped closer—“don’t date him.”
You stared, mouth parting. You hated the way your pulse jumped. Hated it more because it was him.
“…Are you serious right now?”
His jaw clenched, but his voice stayed even. “Yeah.”
You laughed. Sharp. Bitter. “What, you get to talk shit to me every day and then play jealous boyfriend when someone else shows interest?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it, Tsukishima?”
Silence.
And then, finally, something cracks in his expression. Not a smile. Not exactly. More like surrender.
“You drive me crazy,” he muttered. “But you’re all I think about.”
That shut you up. Just for a second.
He looked away first. “I’m not asking you to like me back. Just… don’t date him.”
You folded your arms, heartbeat loud in your ears. “That’s a shitty confession.”
He glanced back, and for once, his smirk was small. Almost nervous. "Would you have taken it seriously if I said it any other way?"
You paused.
“…Maybe.”
He scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "And Captain of the basketball team? Even you know you could do better. Guy probably thinks a free throw line is romantic."
There was bite in it. Smugness too—the kind that always laced his voice when he thought he had the upper hand. But underneath the jab was something messier, unspoken. Something that sounded too much like 'I care' for either of you to ignore.
But you laughed, and as you stepped past him, you caught a fistful of his collar and yanked him down just enough to crash your lips against his—firm, unrelenting, like every argument you two had ever had boiled down into a single moment.
His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away.
You broke the kiss just as abruptly, brushing past him with heat still prickling at your cheeks.
“Just take me out this Saturday, asshole.”
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi Additional Tags: Soft Tsukishima Kei, dubcon, Mildly Dubious Consent, Tsukishima Kei is Bad at Feelings, Vulnerable Tsukishima Kei, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Yamaguchi Tadashi is Good at Feelings, First Time Blow Jobs, Cock Worship, Porn with Feelings, Sex as Connection, For Being So Observant Tsukki Sure is Oblivious, Is Yamaguchi Topping from the Bottom Here? It's Hard to Tell, Beginnings, therapeutic sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Awkward Tsukishima Kei, Mentioned Ushijima Wakatoshi, Confident Yamaguchi Tadashi, First Year Yamaguchi Tadashi, First Year Tsukishima Kei, Non-Traditional Power Dynamics, Sex as a Force for Good, Figuring Things Out, Listen Yamaguchi Has Spent a Lot of Time Studying Up On This Okay?, Sex Is Not The Enemy, Emotionally Overwhelmed Tsukishima Kei, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Crying Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Kei Is Secretly A Soft Cinnamon Roll That Needs Protecting, Yamaguchi Tadashi Worships The Ground Tsukishima Kei Walks On, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Farsighted Tsukishima Kei Series: Part 1 of Unable to Connect, Please Try Again Summary:
When Yamaguchi confronts Tsukishima in the bathroom after the match against Shiratorizawa, things take a decidedly different turn and Kei's entire world shifts.
It turns out that sometimes, to see yourself, you need someone else to see you first.