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karlyboyyy · 1 year
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Honestly, the funniest part of Haikyuu is how freakin’ territorial Yamaguchi gets when someone else yells for Tsukishima using his trademark “TSUKKI!!” call.
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Like I can practically hear him hissing in this panel
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temeyes · 1 month
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my darling tsukki!
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jomteaaa · 1 month
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when it comes to you, tsukishima finds himself being protective of you without even trying.
he hears your worries about the same friend for maybe the hundredth time, about how they got mad at you for something incredibly harmless and for you being you. he rolls his eyes at your friend's overbearing insecurity and their lack of taste in people as he seemingly reads his book. he had suggested you find a better friend, but you insist they make you happy. he scoffs at that. he himself already makes you happy, why would you need someone else who can't even give you half the joy he does? he doesn't say that though, instead he insists in turn that he comes along with you the next time you two meet. he can already imagine yamaguchi surprised at him for volunteering to go to a social gathering.
"you won't scare them off?" you make him promise and as much as he wants to make them feel sorry for ever hurting you, he sighs and promises. on that day, he stands right behind you, keeping an eye out for every single interaction you have with your friend. you introduce kei, and his looming expression doesn't change. he sees their uncomfortable smile and avoiding of his gaze, and couldn't help but smirk. you nudge him with your elbow, and tsukishima ruffles your hair. "don't worry, pipsqueak." he says, keeping his voice low.
tsukishima isn't a fan of any sort of pda, but throughout the entire time, he makes sure to have some sort of physical contact with you. it could be an arm around your shoulders, or just rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. the last thing he wants is you feeling anxious about your friend, despite you assuring him you were perfectly ok. you know his well intentions, and at the end of the day when your friend has left, you treat him to strawberry shortcake.
"what's this?" he asks as he digs his fork into the cake. you intertwined your fingers with his free hand.
"just for you being, well, you." you grin and he melts like he always do when you smile at him. he gives you the first bite.
"you're gonna be the death of me, love."
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strawberrykake · 1 month
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“Look At Your Girl….” Prank
“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”
>>warnings: Tsukki -> suggestive, cursing
Kageyama, Tsukishima, Atsumu, Hinata
Kageyama
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Kageyama was busy preparing his busy volleyball schedule for the next week
It’s been a while since you’ve spent quality time together
So in order to get his attention, you slump beside him with your phone in hand
Sensing your presence, he places an arm around your waist.
“Hey, baby.” He pecks your cheek.
“Hi.”
Without any warning, you play the audio:
Look at your girl.
He looks at you, then at your phone then back at you, confused.
You see how good she looks?
A blush starts to form on his cheeks and his lips curve up into a smile.
Now imagine another guy enjoying her…
His grin immediately drops at the horrifying thought of someone else being with you
“Hmmph.” Kageyama pouts, hearing the rest of the audio.
His grip on your waist has gotten tighter.
“Get up.” He motions to his lap for you to sit on and you gladly hop on.
You can’t stop smiling at his cute little pout.
It was hard to resist a kiss as you leaned in to give him a peck.
You feel his hand move behind your head, bringing you closer and preventing you from pulling away
The kiss lingers a little longer than you intend it to.
“Tob—” He enters his tongue, shutting you up.
He kisses you as if reminding you how much he loves you.
His hands cradle your face as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck.
After a heated make-out session, Kageyama pulls away with a smirk on his face, feeling satisfied with the dazed look on your face
“Tobio…”
“Let’s go out for dinner tonight. On me. I’ll treat you.”
You giggle and it makes his cheeks flush even more.
At the end of the day, you are his and he is yours. he knows that. just likes to be reminded
Tsukishima
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“What is it?” Tsukki asks when you approach him slowly on the bed.
He was busy reading a book. He leaves the book open faced down on top of his broad chest.
He leans against the palm of his hand, elbow bent and muscles bulging.
Of course, it’s a habit for you to lay next to him, placing your head on top of his tricep.
“Listen to this!” You pull up your phone to play the audio and Tsukki remains silent to listen.
Look at your girl. His eyebrow raises, looking sideways at you.
You see how good she looks? He nods, giving an impressed look.
Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore…
His face contorts into disgust.
When the audio ends, he picks his book right back up and adjusts his glasses.
No more words exchanged. Nothing.
“Uh, Kei?” You scoff, rubbing your nose against his arm
he ignores you
“you’re annoying” before getting up to leave.
“Aht. aht. aht. Where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“Finding another guy cuz it seems like I don’t mean sh—.”
“Don’t finish that sentence. It’s far from the truth. You know it.” Tsukki practically throws his book to the side, not caring if he lost the page he was on.
“I do. But…”
“But what?” He moves closer to the edge of the bed where you stood, taking your hands in his and kissing them.
“Tell me,” he says against your skin.
“I— I—” Instead of saying anything, you press your lips against his.
You can feel his smirk against your lips.
“If.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Wanted.” Kiss. “To kiss.” Kiss. “Just tell me, baby.”
His lips move towards your neck and you feel his arms pull you in close before falling against the bed.
“I want a kiss,” you say shyly.
He chuckles, nipping your ear.
“Okay, pretty.” Tsukki turns you both over, so that he’s on top.
Before giving you a kiss, he stares at you.
And your eyes tell him that you were longing for more than a kiss tonight.
He definitely feels the same way.
Atsumu
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“hmm?” He asks mid-crunch on some chips he was stuffing into his mouth
you were simply watching some videos on your phone while cuddling atsumu when he overheard the quote
“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”
“who th’ fawk is talkin? what does he know about whats mine?” he says with his mouth full
You giggle
“Who’s that, baby?” He keeps asking
“just some internet guy, love”
Atsumu turns on his side to pull you in closer.
“get off it. n pay attention to me now”
You raise your brow. “I thought you’re watching sports…” you say as the tv continues to play a live soccer game
“It’s not even volleyball. It’s okay baby. C’mon..” He puckers his lips, making you squeal and push him away.
Your actions make him pout.
“Whats up? I dont mean shit to you anymore?” He mocks the person from the video.
You giggle. “You have garlic cheese breath.”
“I’ll brush my teeth if thats what it takes to get a damn kiss from ya” He excitedly hops up from the bed.
You slapping his butt as he gets up from the mattress makes him raise a finger at you (as if he isn’t used to it)
Hinata
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“You see how good she looks? Now imagine another guy enjoying her, you not meaning shit to her anymore. Exactly, get your act together.”
“Man…” *Hinata says his voice cracking up. Your playful smile disappears.
“Wouldn’t that be a-awful…”
You look at him apologetically.
“Aw baby…that’ll never happen”
Hinata looks dead at you in the eye
“No. tell me. Am I a good boyfriend? Be honest. I can use any critique I can get!”
You sigh
“You’re the sweetest, most loving boyfriend ever. I don’t wanna trade you for anything or anyone, understand Sho?”
He bites his lip, suppressing himself from crying.
“I-I love you, y/n. I mean it.”
You wrap your arms around his neck tightly.
“Well I love ya forever, my sunshine boy”
He holds you close, breathing you in
There’s nothing that feels as good as hugging this man
“Fuck, let me kiss you” *He whispers lowly, already claiming your lips before you get a chance to comprehend his words
You lose your sense of thinking whenever he kisses you
When a small whimper leaves your lips, he chuckles
“Don’t need anyone to tell me how good my baby looks”
And you’re in for an intense love bombing for the next couple of weeks
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kentolove · 2 years
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— 1 missed call from [Name] —
Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.
But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.
So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.
“Hello?”
“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.
He wishes you could call him your Kei again.
“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.
“I-I wanted to talk to you.”
You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.
“You’re drunk,” is all he says.
“I know.”
“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.
“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.
He sighs, “where are you?”
“Um, I’m not sure.”
“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.
“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.
Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.
“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.
He’ll see you for the first time in a year.
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And see you he does.
You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.
He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.
“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”
There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.
It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.
“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”
“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.
You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.
He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”
He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.
“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”
Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.
(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)
He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.
The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.
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There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.
He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?
There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.
He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.
You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.
You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”
“You called me.”
“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”
He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.
“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.
“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”
“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”
“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)
“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.
He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.
“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.
“You never deserved me.”
“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”
He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.
He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.
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preluvz · 2 months
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Happy (belated) Valentines Day!! This was way overdue to the point that its now Happy White Day too;;;; but either way yayyyy Tsukkiyama!!!
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suckishima · 3 months
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New promo drawings by Furudate!
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hellomayu · 2 months
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finders keepers
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lawlzichat · 4 months
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bro i wanna have a full makeout session with tsukishima then he grips my thigh so bad im serious ☹️☹️😓😓
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kilucore · 4 months
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tsukkiyama weekly movie night but its always the shittiest disaster movies like sharknado or rubber and roasting them. tsukki will always point out the scientific inaccuracies. they laugh their asses off the entire time
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touchlikethesun · 4 months
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do you hear how soft his voice is when he talks to yams when it's just the two of them?? do you hear how goddamn fond he is??? and his smile!!!
tsukki is so in love he's not even trying to hide it i can't god he's so obvious...
they are dating in this clip.
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ksketch731 · 7 months
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Happy birthday Tsukki 🧡💚
my salty moonshine😭 iluvusomuchbb
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temeyes · 3 days
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fashion studies ft. kei, mwahhh~
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Rewatching Haikyuu (2)
i lOVE i just love how akaashi's like "nah bokuto is the worse, his spiking practice never stops" or something and he's like... right there. like always, all the time, bokuto will ask for more tosses and akaashi will be there all. the. time. like honey you are just humiliating yourself i love how he's the one who puts up with his bullshit more often and he doesn't seem aware of it at all. honestly so sweet
akaashi: you're joking dude we've been at this for fucking hours
bokuto: please o...
akaashi: jESUS FINE. one more and i'm out
*stays there. permanently *
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tetsuskei · 2 months
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yearning over four/five characters at once and i think this is why i can’t finish writing anything
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artistfingers · 1 year
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soap bubble by @artistfingers [Ao3]
haikyuu | T | tsukishima kei/hinata shoyou
This time, Kei can’t resist the urge to look back. Even in the dark—even without his glasses on—his eyes find Hinata’s, peeking over the curve of his pillow.
The low light has robbed Hinata of most of his colors, but Kei likes him like this. Edges blurred, soft. His expression happy, open. Unguarded.
Kei’s breath catches, stutters. 
He holds it all in.
one of the first drawings i did while working on my tsukihina fic, soap bubble! I love this little moment at the end of ch.1 a lot <3 here's the full sketch too!
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