♡ — Singing Break Up Songs a Little Too Passionately in Front of Them
featuring :: most of them
warnings :: none
genre :: fluff, headcanons
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— ✿ They raise a brow but don’t make a big deal about it. Maybe you just genuinely liked the song, so they try to ignore you but they’d be lying if they said they weren’t a little bothered. You kept playing it though over and over obviously to get a reaction until they finally gave you one, saying the song sucked and you should pick a different one.
Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Kenjiro Shirabu, Kageyama Tobio, Kentaro Kyotani
— ✿ If they did realize what you were doing they don’t care. They’re too busy listening to you sing even if you’re a horrible singer somehow they still find it cute.
Shinsuke Kita, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro
— ✿They genuinely don’t care. You could sing as many as you want and they wouldn’t look up once from whatever they’re doing. Maybe try again next time.
Iwaizumi Hajime, Akira Kunimi, Aran Ojiro, Miya Osamu
— ✿They join in. They know this song by heart actually and you’re a bit concerned about how passionately they’re singing the song. When you stop and give them a look they go “what I thought we were singing a duet”
Oikawa Toru, Bokuto Kotaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi, Tendou Satori, Kuroo Tetsuro, Tadashi Yamaguchi (I’ll fight you on this) Hinata Shoyo
— ✿ They look so hurt. After every sentence they go “me? Do you mean me? Did I do something?” and they look even more hurt when you start laughing. You’d have to turn it off and reassure them it’s just a prank.
Bokuto Kotaro, Yachi Hitoka, Tsutomu Goshiki, Asahi Azumane
— ✿ They give you the silent treatment.
Tsukishima Kei, Kentaro Kyotani, Miya Atsumu
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marriage comes with new pet names
or... recycled, in their case
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can i request Tsukishima Kei having a psychologist s/o? Headcanons or a scenario, whichever is okay! Maybe something like how their relationship would be, with them being very empathetic and understanding and stuff hihi thank you!!!
MY FIRST REQUEST! Here you go sweet anon <3 My interpretation of your lovely idea.
Pairing: Tsukishima x Fem!Reader
Rating/Warnings: T for Teen, this is SOFT BOY HOURS PART 2
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Your boyfriend isn't the type the open up; your psychology degree pays off, sometimes.
Note: Fluff. Good to know we're all desperate to see salty boys go soft.
“Y’know, you’re awfully quiet for someone who just won a tournament.”
Tsukishima slips on his hoodie, water dripping off his hair from his shower. You watch him shrug from your cozied place on the couch. “They weren’t aggressive enough. I knew we’d get them on the second set.”
You smile at his calculating tone. “And you guys had the better defence,” you say with a wink, and it makes him crack the smile you’d been waiting for all night.
“That, too,” he murmurs. He rubs at his eyes, and moves toward you. You hand him his glasses and he gifts you a kiss on the top of your head in return. He slumps into the couch with a sigh, massaging at his hands. You watch him for a moment before reaching out gently to take his hands into your own, rubbing at his palms and wrists. Tsukishima rests his head on the back of the couch. “Thanks,” he says, closing his eyes.
“Movie or early night?” you ask. He cracks open an eye to peak at you.
“Movie? I might pass out though.”
You flicker the T.V. to life and click on something easy and light for background noise. You continue to rub at his hands, watching the lines of his face soften at your touch. “Can I ask you something?” He hums his assent before you continue. “Are you excited you won?” you ask, after a breath.
He raises his brows at your practised tone, without opening his eyes. “Is this a girlfriend question or a psychology student question?”
“This is a girlfriend question,” you assure, but then, unable to help yourself, you add, “though I am noting your subtle deflection tactic.”
He groans, but you can tell he’s amused. “I’m too tired to be excited.”
You squint your eyes at him. “I just noticed—”
“I’m sure you did,” he interjects, but smirks and turns his head on the back cushions to look at you. “Am I being observed right now?”
“People are always observing people. I just know what to look for,” you say primly, making your boyfriend snort.
Tsukishima plays along. Despite his sore muscles and drooping eyes, he has always enjoyed the mental back and forth with you. “Okay, what are you looking for then?”
You press your lips together in contemplation. Tsukishima’s eyes soften, watching you hesitate. “I dunno. You’re always so hard on yourself after games. You never celebrate, even if you do well.”
“When you have your own office, I probably wouldn’t start a sentence off with ‘I dunno.’” You scowl playfully at his teasing.
“You’re deflecting again.”
“No, I’m flirting with you,” he says pointedly. His mouth is an impassive line but his eyes are glinting. “You should learn the difference before you get clients.”
You roll your eyes to conceal your pleasure at his compliment. “I don’t plan on being flirted with at my office.”
“I don’t think you have control over how pretty you are,” he counters. His voice is neutral, almost bored, but you can see him fighting a smile.
You try to match his tone, but you’re flustered, just a little. He did that to you, unexpectedly often. “When did you become such a smooth talker?”
He shrugs faintly. “I’m not, I’m just deflecting.” He’s smug.
“You—” you break off, with an incredulous grin. “You’re a difficult case, aren’t you?”
He looks at you from over his glasses, like he’s inspecting you. “Well, let’s see, what does it say about you that you’re dating me? You like projects?” He’s pushing your buttons on purpose, playing with you. It makes you stern, which makes Tsukishima grin –a rare flash of his winning smile. In retaliation, you clamber onto his lap. He grabs onto your hips with ease. You wouldn’t have guessed it, when you first started dating Tsukishima, but now you know how much he loves your affection and touch and attention. He rarely shows it, but you can feel it in the way his hands hold you close.
“You trying to turn the tables on me, Kei?” You lean in close to his face.
His touches the tip of you nose with his, eyes fluttering shut briefly. The sweetness of that small gesture disarms you. There’s an openness with him when it’s just the both of you in private. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
You sigh, shaking your head. You take in his face with your eyes. “When was the last time you got excited about something?” you try again.
He lets out a gusty breath. “Last week. When I walked in on you trying on my Frogs jersey,” he answers quickly.
Your face gets hot at the memory. “You’re trying to distract me,” you admonish.
“Does it matter?” he mumbles. “I’m just not excitable.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” you say softly. “I think you don’t let yourself get excited about anything because you’re scared you’ll be disappointed. Like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. And that hurts you.”
He flinches, brows furrowing. You watch him try to hide his reaction to your words but he can’t.
“Sorry. Too much?” you ask, after his silence stretches.
His jaw twitches as he clenches and unclenches it. He’s looking everywhere but your eyes, which is quite a feat considering how close you are. He lets out a short little huff, turning his head from you. He’s annoyed, suddenly, and though the girlfriend in you is sorry to have made him so, the observer in you knows it’s a mark closer to vulnerability than his easy, teasing amusement. You know he can get snippy like this, but then you also know how hard he’s trying to be open to you.
So instead of a barbed counter, he says, “You’re not wrong.” The words are quiet and grudgingly said, but as they leave him so does his irritation. You know it took a lot to say that much. You see the line between his brows smooth at his admittance. You run a gentle hand through his damp hair. Tsukishima lets out a breath again, this time resigned. He gives your earnest, wide-eyed look a sliver of a wry smile. “Happy?”
“Kind of.” You rub a thumb at his temple. “It makes me sad to hear, though.”
He reaches up to hold your wrist loosely. “Don’t be sad. You’re not wrong, but you’re not a hundred percent right, either.” His smile turns sly.
Your brows flicker up at that. “No?”
“There are some things I let myself get excited about,” he says. He tilts his head up and you tilt your head down to catch his waiting lips. “Can I show you?” he asks, when you two part. Maybe he’s deflecting again, maybe he’s flirting, but you know these admittances from him happen in baby steps.
Instead of pushing for more, you let out an amused little sound. “I thought you were so tired.”
“All your psychoanalyzing must have woken me up.” He pulls you in, closer, closer. Closer than you know most anyone gets; that spot in his lap, that perch in his heart. When his gaze flickers to you, you see it, the secret flash of real joy. He’s letting you see it, you realize. He’s showing you this part of himself, a part that’s just for you. When he smiles again, it’s not teasing, or sharp, or wry. Your breath stutters with the sincerity of it.
“Show me,” you breathe, and he lifts you up and up, and carries you into the room you both share, in the home you’ve both made and earned, with each other and within each other.
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Who I started the show for:
Who I ended up obsessing over:
and a few more . . . . . . . . .
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ohhhh noooooo I just realized Tsukki would absolutely be the type of s/o to interrupt you when you’re telling a story about something you two did in high school and be like “well actually, it didn’t happen exactly like that” and then proceed to tell his side of the story with this absolutely smug grin on his face. you two get into these heated debates about what you did or did not say when you wanted him to ask you to prom and half an hour goes by before you’re finally like “hello??? this was seven years ago??? Why are we arguing about this????”
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Tsukishima as a uni student, with his hair disheveled and locks escaping his brush, hanging around his pale neck - just long enough to grasp and yank at them while he fucks into you in one of his free periods, over a desk or against the wall, pants hanging around his ankles, not bothering even to shed off the tape from his fingers since practice, and roughly breathing into your neck, but not moaning, never making a sound nor bothering with yours as well. His only care in the world is to empty his tank, fuck a wet cunt and don’t even late to class.
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𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊: 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚅𝚘𝚍𝚔𝚊?
𝙺𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊: 𝙽𝚘, 𝚐𝚊𝚢
𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝙳𝙺𝙰 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄
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Matching tattoos you would get with the Haikyuu boys
a/n : I have like.... nothing to do and it’s currently 3:30 am as I’m doing this so, yeah :)
pairing : Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Tendou, Tsukishima. Sugawara, Kenma, Akaashi and Kuroo
Iwaizumi Hajime :
Oikawa Tooru :
Sugawara Koshi :
Tsukishima Kei :
Akaashi Keiji :
Kuroo Tetsuro :
Kenma Kozume :
Tendou Satori :
Reblogs are appreciated :)
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| bitter taste |
[ Gender neutral reader ]
Character - Yamaguchi tadashi
Genre - Angst
Warnings - none
Y/N - your name
E/C - eye color
H/C - hair color
Summary: In which you fall head over heals for your close friend, but you know it’ll never be more then that. And what you saw before you only solidified that fact.
Yamaguchi tadashi, the boy you’d fallen for. He was perfect in every way. How were you supposed to not fall for him? You’d grown pretty close to both Tadashi and kei over your time spent at karasuno.
For a while now, you’ve realized your only growing feelings towards him and it was both the best thing to ever happen.. but also the worst. Why? You knew he would never reciprocate the feelings you had for him in the first place. But you were glad to have him in your life nonetheless, even tho it would never be the relationship you’d hope it to someday be.
Days would pass, each day your heart shattered little by little. Despite being pretty well at keeping your emotions, for the most part hidden, your two best friends caught onto it. They’d try to bring it up multiple times wether it be in the halls or at lunch but you’d always change the topic fairly quickly. They just assumed you didn’t want to talk about it and eventually stopped asking as to not pry too much into your personal life.
Anyways, that we’ve given a bit more insight to your situation, let’s get onto the present shall we?
“You guys have any plans for later today?” You asked as a yawn escaped your lips. “Actually-“ yamaguchi began to speak to speak but would soon to be cut off “yes, yes we do have plans for today.” The taller male said quickly. “Oh can I maybe join you guys?” You said, assuming it was gonna be like any other hang out with the three of you.
“Erm- sorry (Y/N).. we were actually gonna have more of a.. more personal hang out with just myself and tsukki.” Yamaguchi mumbled, just about high enough for you to hear as he fumbled with his finger. You, well- you were taken aback at this. A hang out? Without you? You weren’t trying to be self centered but you were always a trio, right? You three did nearly everything together!
“Oh- alright then, hope you guys have fun later then!” You said with a seemingly reassuring voice, you were still somewhat distraught but they were non the wiser of that.
The three of you parted ways as the bell rang signifying the period was over and it was time to go onto the next period. You let out a sigh as you dragged yourself to last period, a lot was on your mind. Was there something between your two best friends? No, no definitely not! You tried to convince yourself it was nothing but maybe just as they said, a personal hangout. It was none of your business so why should you be worrying, right?
Although you didn’t want to think about it any longer, you still couldn’t shake the thought out your head. Getting little to know work done the whole class you found yourself quite frustrated. Confused and frustrated.
Frustrated, because you didn’t know why you just had to be feeling this was about something as small as this.
Confused, for obvious reasons.
You were aware they played volleyball, in fact you showed up to their practice and other matches as well. Today you really didn’t feel like attending to see their practice. You weren’t mad at them in fact that was far from it, you just really needed some time to relax at home and take a breather. “Am I being a bad friend..?” You mumbled to yourself as you walked your way home. You shook your head, trying to stop yourself from thinking about it.
It was quiet and the only thing you could hear were your own footsteps on the pavement as the wind blew. Your (H/C) hair swayed to the calm breezes song as the cars zoomed by here and there. “Maybe this wasn’t so bad.” You said while attempting to assure yourself. Maybe some alone time was just was you needed, away from all the worry.
Who are you kidding? You were still thinking about it no matter what you did even when the silence filled the air around you. Then deciding to head to a nearby park, maybe then you could somewhat distract yourself from your own thoughts.
You stood in front of the decently sized pond currently occupied with skipping stones across, have your own mini competition to see how far one could go. Although you eventually got bored and sat in green grass looking up towards the sky. You could quietly make out some of the shapes in the white fluffy clouds above, nothing better to do anyways.
A few minutes had past while you gazed up at the sky, but you still couldn’t shake off that bitter taste that was left in your tongue. Kind of like lemons, if you will. Heaving a sigh you ultimately decided to head to a small bench, no one was really here anyways and you didn’t exactly have an exact time when you had to head back home anyways so a small nap wouldn’t hurt.
You weren’t exactly aware of how much time had passed by the time you opened back up your eyes again, but you knew it was some what late at least telling by the now darker sky. Letting out a small yawn as you stretched your limbs out a bit, you wiped the slight drool from the corner of your mouth now adjusting to your surroundings once more.
Just as you were about to get up you heard laughing. Of course you weren’t gonna think much of it.. if it wasn’t the fact you recognized exactly who’s laughs it happened to be. You honestly just wanted to disappear right then and there because you did not want to confront any of your newfound issues, at least not right at this moment.
Hesitantly, your eyes turned to the all too familiar faces as they walked next to each other. Something was different tho. They were.. holding hands? Your eyes must be tricking you, surely!
… nope they’re definitely holding hands. “Ok.. I’ll just see if this is real or not by pinching myself, maybe this’ll all go away.” You reasoned a you gave yourself a small pinch, hissing in pain slightly from it. “Definitely.. not a dream.” You mumbled to yourself but were brought make you your harsh reality, hearing the sound of your two best friends walking by. Either they didn’t see you, or they chose to not acknowledge you as they were too caught up in there conversation to pay attention to much else anyways.
“I.. I really like you a lot, tsukishima.” The dark grayish-green haired boy said with a smile on his face to which the blond chuckled in response.
That one really put the nail in the coffin, didn’t it?
WHOOOAAA OK, I’VE BEEN GONE FOR A MONTH I KNOW I KNOW- BUT IM BACK! KINDA BACK? JUST KNOW I’LL BE WRITING MORE SOON AND STUFF :) ANYWHO, I FELT A BIT CRUEL TODAY SO ENJOY THIS BITTER ANGST!
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𝐇𝐪 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐭.𝟑
𝐅𝐓- 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢, 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐀𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐚
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!
(𝐀/𝐧)- 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!💞
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒!💘
@𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐝𝐱𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
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characters you just know are gay... does something smell fruity around here or is it just this comfort character anime boy
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anon said: i’d like to request a oneshot for tsukishima kei where him and the reader have been in a relationship since the beginning of high school, and they’re about to graduate. however, they’re going to different colleges. lately they’ve been unsure because they want to stay together but aren’t sure if they can do long distance. in the end, tsukishima thinks the reader is going to their dream college but they tell him that they’re instead considering the college that he’s going to and he’s secretly relieved
pairing: tsukishima kei x reader
warnings: angst if you over think it but ends with fluff :)
word count: 1000+
“Is that another acceptance letter?” You ask Tsuki, picking up an envelope off his desk.
Kei, who was sitting on his bed with his headphones on, takes them off to hear you better. Once you repeat your question, he nods. “Yeah. It came yesterday. Not like it matters” he says as you put the letter back in its place. “We both know what school I’m going to when we graduate”.
Oh right… the college that Tsuki chose. The mere mention of it makes you feel sick to your stomach. Not because Tsuki decided on a bad school or anything. Actually, it was a great school. It just wasn’t the one you were going to. So every time it was brought up you felt this sense of dread.
Tsuki must have been able to tell what you were thinking based on your expression. With a tone turning serious, he adds “if you want to talk about it we can…”.
Truth was you didn’t want to talk about it. You hated the idea of you and Tsuki being separated. For the past three years of high school you’ve been together and now that you were going away to different universities, there was going to be so much distance between you. So much distance that it made your future with your boyfriend a little unsure?
Could you survive being a part? You knew plenty of couples that couldn’t. Sure, there were a few who managed to make things work but more often than not people would meet new people at college and lose interest in one another. What if Tsuki met someone he liked more than you?
Was staying together really worth it? If you were only going to experience heart break later on wouldn’t it be more efficient to end it all now. Save yourself even more sadness. These questions were ones that you and Kei had to ponder leading up to your last day of high school.
It all scared you so much. So much that you wanted to avoid the topic all together but you couldn’t. It had to be discussed at some point. Now felt like the time to do that.
“I love you. And you love me, right?”.
“Of course I do, idiot” Tsukishima responded, using his bluntness as a shield. To be quite honest he was terrified too but Kei would never admit it. Even being a couple miles away from you made him depressed. He’d be completely lost being across the country from you.
“Then, you don’t want to break up” you mumbled, shifting awkwardly. You were avoiding his gaze, Tsuki hated that. He hated that this was taking as much of a toll on you as it was on him.
Sighing, he shakes his head. “No but I don’t want you to get lonely without me. Or feel like we have to stay together because we’ve been together since our first year” your boyfriend explains. “I want to stay together but if that’s not what’s best for you… then I’ll do whatever you think is best”.
There he goes. Being considerate. Despite what people thought of Kei he was always so caring, putting your feelings above his own. He teased you a lot, sure. He even called you the occasional name but deep down he always wanted you to feel happy and loved.
Biting your lip, you let his words sink in before speaking again. “In that case, I want to stay together. It’ll be hard but I want to try if you want to”.
He did. Even though it would suck sometimes, Tsuki would put in the extra effort for you. That day it was decided. There would be no breakup. Still, you both felt pretty sad as the days to your first day at colleges came closer and closer.
Tsuki had planned on moving into his dorm early and you agreed to help him. He was already packing his things into boxes. “Hey, you’ve got a lot of work done” you comment as Tsuki takes a break to greet you with a kiss.
“Yeah. Weren’t you supposed to be here an hour ago?” Kei questioned, narrowing his eyes. He wasn’t mad or anything. More so confused. It wasn’t like you to be late. Especially for something as important as this.
“I know. I’m sorry but I have a surprise to you to make up for it” you grin, handing Tsuki a slip of paper.
Quirking an eyebrow at you, Tsuki takes the latter and reads it. “This is an acceptance letter from the college I’m going to…” he begins slowly. “And it’s addressed to you…”.
“Yup!” You chirp. “And guess who just took the invitation and just finished enrolling into their classes”.
For a while your boyfriend doesn’t say anything. He needs a moment to process your words but when he finally does he can’t help but blink in disbelief. “What? What about your dream school?” Kei says, absolutely perplexed by your change of heart. All you could talk about was your dream school for the longest time. Now all of a sudden you’re not interested?
“It WAS my dream school but I realized it wouldn’t be a dream without you there” you confessed. Tsukishima almost rolls his eyes at the cheesy statement but simultaneously it makes him feel all fuzzy inside. “Besides, I realize your school also offers the program that I want so I arranged for us to stick together. That’s why I was late. I had to start packing up my own stuff”.
Tsuki looks like he doesn’t know what to say at first. Getting nervous, you’re about to ask him if he thought you made a mistake. Stopping you from asking such a dumb question, Tsuki randomly pulls you in for a hug. He can’t remember the last time he’s been hit by such a big wave of relief.
“Love you, dummy,” Tsuki mumbled, kissing your forehead.
You giggled at the appearance of Kei’s rare soft side. “Love you too”.
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Hey listen to this while you read it’s kinda cute for the vibe of the story. It makes me fall in love as I listen to it.
HEY ALSO I’M TRYING A NEW WRITING STYLE BC THIRD PERSON IS GETTING KIND OF ANNOYING IDK WHY I EVER DID IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Without further adieu, enjoy some domestic Tsukki content.
Ships: Kei Tsukishima x Gn!reader
Prompt: A little domestic fic, in honor of spooky season, in which reader and Tsukki make candied apples ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
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I joined a spooky collab!!! Go give some Halloween lovin’ to @kal0psi-a !
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒!
“Oh c’mon guys! Please help us out!” Hinata begged, clutching what looked like an excel spreadsheet.
“Just because you overcommitted us to bringing treats for the fall festival doesn’t mean we need to be held accountable.” Tsukishima replied bluntly.
“Kei let’s just do it. It’ll be a fun activity for us to do to celebrate the fall.” You replied sweetly, placing a hand gingerly on your boyfriend’s shoulder.
He pondered for a second.
And off you went. You and Kei paraded around the nearest market, with you happily trodding about to grab anything you might need to make your treat, and while your boyfriend fondly smiled at your antics.
“Says we need a few pounds of gala apples.” You read out loud from your cellphone.
You and Tsukishima paused at the stall of produce, gazing upon the numerous types of beautiful apples.
Operation: get my boyfriend to stop being so fucking annoyed at life is a go!
“Mhm, yes these are splendid.” You say, picking up a Fuji Apple, putting on a faux Sherlock accent.
“Oh my god...”
“These however-“ you sneer toward the Granny Smiths to your left, “will never do. Far too sour to be covered in candy.”
Tsukishima’s lips curled on the ends ever so slightly, his chest gently heaving as a chuckle bubbled out of it.
“Ah! Here they are.” You cooed, grabbing a paper bag to place them in, “except one question!”
“How many apples are in a fucking pound, my good chap?”
The subsequent events were ones you would never ever forget. Kei doubled over as he broke into uncontrollable laughter, absolutely tittering over your comment. Your eyes sparkled as your face flushed at the sweet scene. You couldn’t help but laugh with him as you saw him.
The way that the corners of his eyes crinkled, the way his face was tinged pink, the way his eyes were squeezed shut in glee, and that smile, good gods that smile made you fall in love all over again.
“Oh come on it wasn’t that funny!” You said through your own chuckles.
“I know but-“ Tsukishima regained his composure, still smiling widely and wiping a mirthful tear from his eye, “Ah I just love you so much.”
“I love you more Kei.” You smiled as he planted a kiss on your cheek, then your nose, then finally your lips. The feather light press of his lips onto yours furthered your infatuation with your boyfriend.
“Come on, love. We have to get a fucking pound of apples now.” Tsukishima said with a small smile.
You both grabbed about ten apples each and placed them in the paper bag. Next, you were to find sugar and red food dye. After grabbing all of your ingredients, you made your way to the checkout and paid, then began to walk home.
“Hey, question.” You suddenly spoke as you swung your hand, which was now trapped in Tsukki’s own.
“Hey, answer.” He replied, not moving his eyes from the road.
“Do you want to go to get lunch somewhere? I’ll pay.” You asked sweetly, turning to look at him.
“Hmm. You drive a hard bargain. What’s in it for me?”
“I-“ you made a small grunt of confusion, “Food? And quality time with your amazing s/o?”
“This is plausible.” Tsukishima placed the hand carrying the grocery bags on his chin in a thinking position, “Anything else?”
“I’ll buy us some shortcake aft-“
After a delicious lunch, you and Kei returned on the road home. It was time to get to work!
You opened the door and pushed into your family’s kitchen. After spreading all of the materials onto the counter, you rush to your bedroom to grab a
“My liege.” You bow your head and get onto one knee, holding your cellphone toward your boyfriend, “you choose the merriment.”
“You are such a dork.” Kei replies with a gentle chuckle, grabbing your phone and clicking on the playlist you both collaborate on.
“I am your dork though.”
“Got me there.” Tsukishima replies with a pleased look on his face, “Now, do you want me to make the coating and you put sticks in? Or vice versa?”
“Molten candy is hot, so we need someone who’s hot to cancel out the temperature.” You replied nonchalantly, “I’ll take the sticks.”
“Is it your goal to make me laugh today?” Kei asked gently, ruffling your hair.
“Perhaps. Now gimme sticks.”
And so you and Tsukishima ever so carefully prepared your treats. Kei was at the stove, melting sugar into lava to create the candy coating. When it was molten, he added heaping amounts of red food dye. You on the other hand were tasked with washing and sticking the apples. So you took your gargantuan bushel of apples to the sink and washed all of the wax and preservatives off of them, then jabbed each one with a popsicle stick.
“Hey the coating is done are you ready to-“
Kei’s eyebrows lifted as he looked upon your finished work: Each apple was placed on a platter and stuck with a popsicle stick, that had a little bow neatly tied on the end of it.
“I guess you are, come here.” He beckoned.
Tsukishima carefully showed you how to coat the apples, carefully swirling it in the warm candy coating. Upon his finish, he made a little platform at the bottom and placed it on the platter to harden.
“Mhm!” You cooed as your eyes sparkled.
Following that, you and Kei carefully dipped the apples in the coating, making a gorgeous candied apple as a result.
Your sudden gasp caused Kei to drop the one he was dipping.
“Shit- (Y/N)?! Honey what’s wrong?” He turned to see you holding your hand out.
“This is our song. Dance with me, babe.”
(See what I mean about the song)
“You idiot.” Tsukishima hissed as he took your hand and placed the last, but also splotchy, apple on the platter, “You had me worried there. I thought you burned yourself.” He admitted as he spun you around the kitchen.
You couldn’t help but giggle as Kei lead you through an intricate ballroom dance. He spun you round and round the kitchen, as you both giggled at the event.
As the apples continued to harden, you internally thanked Hinata for giving you both the task, and quality time with Tsukishima.
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LET ME GO BY AVRIL LAVIGNE
Love that once hung on the wall
Used to mean something, but now it means nothing
The echoes are gone in the hall
But I still remember, the pain of December
wc : 946
TIC TIC TIC
This is the twentieth day in a row he didn't come home for dinner and the only sound you heard was the ticking of your wooden wall clock in the living room, you took a glance at it and saw that it was already quarter past 10 in the night. Sighing, you stored the leftovers in the fridge and retired to your shared bedroom.
TIC TIC TIC
You laid down in the bed unable to sleep as the only sound came from the clock on the bedside room. When you woke up in the morning, the only sign he came home was the slightly messy bed sheet on his side of the bed.
TIC TIC TIC
This was the seventh time in a row he stood you up on a date. Today was your third anniversary, you had a slight hope that he at least has the decency to show up on your date today. It was humiliating, sitting at the table of the fancy restaurant you reserved for this special day, waiting for him for the past 2 hours.
The only thing you could hear was the ticking of your wrist watch and you checked your phone for the hundredth time to see if he had left any messages but all you've seen was grey ticks on the chat.
You left the restaurant and headed home deciding to confront him today about his behaviour lately. It was past 11 in the night when you finally heard the unlocking sound of the front door. He was slightly tipsy but you didn't want to wait until the morning to confront him, as he always left the house before you woke up.
TIC TIC TIC
It was an ugly screaming match between the both of you throwing profanities and accusations at each other. He left the house again, loudly slamming the front door. You were left sobbing on the couch waiting for him to come back, and unknowingly succumbed to sleep.
You opened your slightly puffy eyes to the unlocking sound of the door. He came home wasted, you were about to hold his arm to lead him to your shared bedroom when you saw the hickeys on his neck and lipstick stains on the collar of his white shirt. He somehow staggered into the bedroom and tumbled onto the bed and fell asleep.
TIC TIC TIC
You felt numb and stumbled on to the couch unable to believe what you've seen. Although you know that your relationship has been slightly strained for about the past two months, you believed that as every relationship has its ups and downs, you could overcome the problems together.
But now epiphany has struck you like a lightning, that lately your relationship had become like a stretched rubber band and the moment he left the house earlier and cheated on you, you came to the conclusion that maybe it was the point where he left his hold on the band and now you felt the sting of the band which had the force of a boulder and you felt the snap of the metaphorical rubber band .
TIC TIC TIC
The only sound you could hear in the deafening silence of the house was the ticking sound of the wooden wall clock in the living room.
You finally came to your senses that there was nothing left to salvage in your relationship that had hit you with the force of a thousand wrecking balls shattering your heart into a million pieces and you decided to leave the house by the end of the week.
You knew that he didn't notice the gradual missing of the knick knacks in the living room or the empty space in your side of the closet or the missing toothbrush in the cup holder or your missing bath products in the shower.
TIC TIC TIC
He only noticed your absence three days after you'd left. He came home early that evening in a sober state for once and noticed how the apartment looked half empty. He searched all the rooms and noticed how there wasn't a single thing of you left, except for the photos you've both hung up in the living room.
He then called you to ask about your whereabouts only for the call to be directed to your voicemail. The only sound he heard in the house was the ticking of the wall clock in the living room.
TIC TIC TIC
Had it been days, weeks , months since you left, he didn't know and he stopped counting them long ago. The void in his bed was filled with random strangers but there was nothing he could do to fill the void in his heart. As he laid in bed after having another one night stand, unable to sleep, the only sound he could hear was the ticking sound of the clock on the bed side table.
TIC TIC TIC
As he was laying on the couch after a long day of practice and lazily scrolling through his phone, he came across his teammate's post on social media in which he was laying on your lap with an ear to your slightly showing belly and you with a radiant smile on your face and one hand in his hair with a platinum band on your ring finger.
He fully broke down for the first time years after you left, by seeing that post he came out of the delusion that you'll come back to him one day. The only thing he could hear in the deafening silence of his house was the ticking sound of the wooden wall clock in the living room.
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junior high growth spurt
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more tsukishima headcanons because i love this man so much
defeintly the kind of person who can deal with himself throwing up and the idea of it, but cannot deal with other people vomiting. period
he defintly becomes a well respected palentologist, but you’ve never heard of him for palentology unless you’re one or interested in that kind of stuff
owns a hydroflask because they’re good water bottles and gets made fun of for owning one
can deal with gore in like every from except for live action. like normally he loves things like squid games, but couldn’t finish the show because of the blood and gore with real people, and the subplot with the FBI
half the time his floor is wet because he dropped ice and doesn’t pick it up
defintly owns a lot of cargo pants because he likes a lot of pockets and uses all of them. wallet pocket, phone pocket, key pocket, glasses case pocket.
absolutely hates how tall he is, but he lords being taller than akiteru over him
has survived on coffee and fig bars for a solid 3 weeks once
he’s the kind of person who’s way too comfortable in a swim suit, because he had to do swim from when he was liek 4 to when he was 12, and you don’t lose that confidence
has done fashion week as a model because 1) someone implied he was to pussy to do it and 2) he owed lev a favor
really likes band arrangments and has called out spotify on their lack of band music in an interview.
can do basic tumbling and used to do it on the field in PE because it was the most interesting thing there was to do
adores fall. its his favorite seson all the way.
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Spooky season yall
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hinata: I love it when you give me those bedroom eyes
tsukishima: "They aren't bedroom eyes. You took my glasses and I can't see shit.
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my parents would be very disappointed on me if they knew that my mental stability depends on a fictional character...
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