#tsukkidai

[stacysmash]

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Sequel to The Portal of Doom Relationship: Daichi x Tsukishima WC: 5,171 Rating: Teen

After three months, Tsukishima finally had a solid system worked out that was imperative to his survival. With his headphones secured over his ears and his music pouring through them, he could tune out everything going on around him. Particularly Daichi singing in his alluringly deep voice while he makes them dinner.

At least he had a term paper to work on. With that, he could focus on his stack of books and his laptop screen, ignoring the way Daichi’s apron accentuated his waist and drew his attention to how well he filled out the seat of his sweatpants. He really needed to spend more time in the campus library.

His breath hitched at a light touch on his arm. Daichi smiled apologetically next to him and waited patiently for Tsukishima to lift his headphones off so he could hear him. His hand, however, remained on Tsukishima’s arm, burning his skin through his sleeve.

“Sorry, I know you’re working hard. I just wanted to let you know that dinner is almost ready.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll clean all this up.”

“I hope you’ll like it,” Daichi said as his smile slid into a smirk. Tsukishima wrinkled his nose. He knew Daichi wasn’t really hoping he’d like it; of course, he would. He was inferring that Tsukishima should eat as much as he possibly could and that he’d heckle him if he didn’t.

“I guess we’ll see.”

Daichi snorted and ruffled his hair before getting back up to his feet. Tsukishima’s eyes trailed down his back and sighed. Their conversations had grown more natural and consistently had a bit of teasing peppered throughout. It wasn’t often that Tsukishima enjoyed being provoked, but Daichi did it in a way that was making him crave it.

If only he could slip in a few more flirtatious comments as well. Talking it over with Yamaguchi, his friend assured him that he had a chance. He just needed to test the waters. If Daichi picked up on it and flirted back, he was in. Then again, Daichi was never one to pick up on someone hitting on him. Tsukishima was dreading the need to be bolder.

When Daichi turned around with a steaming pot in his hands, Tsukishima scrambled to throw his books into his bag like he said he would. Daichi eyed him curiously as he set the pot on the kotatsu, but he didn’t say anything about it. Tsukishima pretended that his cheeks weren’t on fire and shoved his laptop to the side. His mouth was already watering from the spicy fragrance.

“Hope you were in the mood for hot pot.”

“It smells good, but you made a lot.”

Daichi’s grin was lethal as he watched Tsukishima dish some food up on his plate, more than he would have if Daichi hadn’t been looking.

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[ezzydean]

14 + tsukkidai

send me a number and a ship and I’ll write a short (100-300) word drabble

I CAN DO THIS!  THIS IS ANOTHER I KEPT UNDER 300!  GO ME!

14. kiss on the neck

It was a fleeting thing.  The barest brush of lips against the back of his neck.  A habit brought about due to the amount of time lately that Daichi spent with his head bent over his books, poring over his readings and essays; Kei sees his head down and the back of his neck bare and vulnerable and he kisses it.  Daichi wouldn’t have even put more than half a second’s thought - mostly just the subconscious registry that, yes, Kei was here near him and supported him - if not for the way the entire room seemed to drop into dead silence.

Then crash into chaos a moment later.

“When were you going to tell us the two of you were a thing,” Asahi asked softly, nudging Daichi’s arm with a grin.

“When we were sure what kind of thing we actually were?”  Daichi watched as Kei rolls his eyes and spread his hand across Hinata’s face to shove him out of his space and land him squarely in Iwaizumi’s lap.  Iwaizumi huffed softly and wrapped an arm around Hinata’s waist to keep him from tumbling to the floor.  Daichi wondered if Hinata’s blush was from Kei using his face for leverage or from the arm that Iwaizumi didn’t seem worried about moving.

“And now?”  The chaos of the room swells as everyone seems content to talk at once.  Kei meets his gaze with an amused look on his face and Daichi smiles back.

“Still not sure.  But we’re something.”

[stacysmash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

End of the Year Rare Pair Challenge: DaiTsukki + There was only one bed & Big damn kiss

Rating: Teen WC: 3,761 Warnings: alcohol, sexual tension, manga spoilers

Excerpt:

“Daichi-san, please walk on your own two feet.”

Despite the torture of having to deal with his inebriated senpai hanging off of him, Tsukishima cracked a smile as Daichi snorted and descended into a mess of giggles.

“Why should I use my own feet when you got those stilts over there? Should be plenty to support us both.”

Tucked under Tsukishima’s arm, Daichi raised his head to gaze at him. His grin was wide and teasing, waiting for him to shoot back with one of his curt replies. For once, Tsukishima couldn’t find anything to say though, not when Daichi’s dark eyes were shining up at him and his cheeks were bright from the alcohol. He wanted to pinch them, but he knew that would be a step too far. He was just his senpai, that’s it.

“Are we close to your apartment, Daichi-san? I don’t want to leave you on a park bench, but…”

Daichi gasped but his smile never left his face. “You’d leave me on a bench?! I thought you cared about me more than that.”

“Well, it’s late and I’m tired and if I can’t find your apartment, there really isn’t anything left for me to do.”

Daichi stopped suddenly, gripping the front of Tsukishima’s jacket to hold him back. Even as he pulled Tsukishima to face him, he still didn’t let go. A streetlamp nearby softly illuminated his face, highlighting the strange seriousness of his expression. Tsukishima was thankful he was so much taller than him, otherwise, the proximity of their faces to each other would have made his heart stop completely.

Daichi didn’t say anything as he studied him carefully. For a moment, Tsukishima wondered if he was even drunk with how focused he was but then it passed and Daichi’s lips were slipping into a smirk.

“It’s right there,” he said, nodding his head to the very next apartment building. “Will you help me up?”

Tsukishima cocked his eyebrow at him and Daichi’s smile widened, resembling something innocent but he knew better. But of all the senpais he’d ever had, he could never refuse Daichi anything. Especially if it meant spending a few more minutes in his company.

Sighing, he wrapped his arm tighter around Daichi’s waist and gave him a nudge toward his apartment, hoping that his face wasn’t as red as it felt. He refused to meet Daichi’s gaze, but he could feel his deep chuckles reverberate against his side. The light scent of his cologne was still apparent and filled Tsukishima’s senses, even with the mask of stale beer over top of it.

Unfortunately, the apartment building didn’t have an elevator, so the pair stumbled up the stairs to the next floor up. Tsukishima bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter as Daichi giggled the whole way up. The more he struggled, the tighter he held onto Tsukishima and pressed their bodies together.

Just a bit further and then I’ll leave. I’ll make sure he’s safe and then I can escape…

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[ezzydean]

we have hundreds of thousands of conversations in our lives. some are big, some are small, some seem larger than they are. they don't always mean anything but they're still there.

aka I challenged myself to complete this list of things you said prompts (40 of them) with only 5 sentences per prompt for a pairing I got by having someone pick two random numbers

the pairing is TsukkiDai

word count is about 3600 

there is no actual order to these prompts and they basically span from their time in high school all the way through university and into adulthood

[ezzydean]

tsukkidai (tsukishima/daichi)

SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you:

Who said “I love you” first - 100% intentionally said it: Tsukishima.  slipped out when the other was doing something incredibly endearing: Daichi

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background - Tsukishima would have a picture not of them but of something that is them like a picture of their keys on a counter or their pinkies linked and hands on a table or some stuffed animal one of them won for the other at a carnival or out on a date.  Daichi would have a picture of the two of them as his background or a picture of Tsukishima either in action at a volleyball game or fast asleep with his cheek pillowed on his arms

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror - Tsukishima only because he always showers first

Who buys the other cheesy gifts - Tsukishima buys less cheesy gifts and more like little things he knows Daichi likes.  Daichi goes for cheesy and silly and ridiculous things to make Tsukki smile

Who initiated the first kiss - Tsukishima, actually.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning - Tsukishima.  Daichi does not approve of mornings now that he’s not in high school.

Who starts tickle fights - neither of them intentionally start it but Daichi has ticklish sides and Tsukki has ticklish calves so accidental tickle fights happen rather often

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower - Daichi.  he does this sleepy puppy dog doe eye thing and Tsukki totally doesn’t fall for (even as he pulls the curtain back farther for Daichi to get in)

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch - neither actually.  they’re lucky enough to work fairly close to each other so they often meet up for lunch

Who was nervous and shy on the first date - don’t let either of them fool you.  they were both pretty nervous.  mostly just because this was an Official Date and not just the two of them hanging out

Who kills/takes out the spiders -  either or.  Daichi isn’t fond of bugs with more than 6 legs and Tsukki dislikes flying ones.  But they can both handle them

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk - Tsukishima will tell you Daichi.  The video on Kuroo and Yamaguchi’s phones and the audio file on Daichi’s will tell you it’s Tsukishima.

[ezzydean]

Tsukkidai + yellow, please

Yellow was sunshine.  It was happiness.  Optimism.  The brightest color on the spectrum.  It was brilliant energy and the light bulb clicking on with an idea.  Yellow was sunflowers and dandelions and little fuzzy bumblebees floating through the air.

But the only thing yellow really was to Daichi was misery.

Because yellow was Kei.  Yellow was challenging and calculating.  Yellow was self-dependent and logical.  It was sour lemons and the whip crack sting of a sharp little wasp.

Yellow was a caution light blinking in the distance that he resolutely ignored until it was too late to claim his actions were anything but deliberate.

Yellow was watching Kei’s blonde hair disappearing down the hallway and hearing the hollow ding of the elevator arriving.  It was finding Kei’s old laptop in the back of the closet and seeing the stickers scattered across it from before Kei was ‘too professional’ to have personality showing on his possessions like that.  It was the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach with every flash of light off of someone’s glasses and every sharp bark of laughter from a stranger.

Yellow was sitting on his bathroom floor in the too bright light staring at his dripping faucet and contemplating every major and minor life decision he could think about at four in the morning.

Yellow was a hot, hazy summer day.  It was every dumb decision he made culminating into passing out from the heat.  Yellow slipped into a comfortable floaty black nothingness and it was great.  It was open and blank and nothing hurt.

Until yellow to black slammed into harsh white and pinched expressions and the sharp smell of hospital and sick and wrong and suddenly yellow maybe wasn’t so bad compared to this.

The yellow of Kei’s footsteps fading away all those months and months ago wasn’t as painful as the yellow of his hair tucked messily under a ball cap and the flush of red on his otherwise paler than normal face beside Daichi’s hospital bed.

Yellow was Kei’s silence as they rode back to Daichi’s - not theirs not now not anymore - place.  Silence that was broken by Kei’s hard, “Nineteen months and this is the first I hear from you?  The hospital calling because I’m still your emergency contact and you passed the fuck out at practice because of the heat?”  Silence broken like a shattered lightbulb.  One sudden pop and a fizz of air and you’re left with nothing.

Yellow was a big old neon sign buzzing in his brain, rattling around with that unnatural omnipresent hum he can’t shake free of.

“You’re the one who walked away.  You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get out of here.  Who couldn’t wait to find a reason for us to fail.”  Yellow was all the words he’d wanted to say that day bubbling up like acid in his throat and burning on his tongue.  Searchlights and spotlights and a million buzzing alerts flashing at him.  “You’re the one who said goodbye.”

Kei froze in place across the kitchen and for a moment yellow was hope that Kei wouldn’t walk out the door again.  Then Kei melted, ice cream on a sidewalk on a hot yellow day, and crossed his arms.

“You’re the one who never even gave us a chance to be us.  You kept me at arm’s length, always falling back on being older than me and not wanting me to settle for things.”  Yellow suns drawn in chalk darkening and washing away in the rain.  “I may have said goodbye and walked away but you were the one who opened the door and practically pushed me out it.”

“What do you want me to say?  Do you want me to say that I was scared out of my mind because I love you so much?  That I didn’t know what to do because I would spend hours thinking about you?  That I was afraid you’d settle for me because you hadn’t gotten the chance to meet anyone else and would resent me for it later?  That all I’ve ever wanted since I met you and got to know you was to be by your side and support you?”

Yellow was dawn creeping up after a long night.  Sunlight struggling to break through foggy mornings and turn dewy grass into shards of prismatic glass.

“Is that the truth?”

Yellow was a no good low down dragging through the dirt chance to run away from it all for good.  To take cowardice over strength.

But it was a challenge as well.  A chance to try again.  A blinking light while the counter restarts.

“It is.”

“That’s all I ever wanted.”

—

Yellow is Kei kissing Daichi’s cheek softly as he says goodbye and his fingers linger against Daichi’s arm.  Yellow is all Daichi has ever wanted in the world all collected in a pot of gold he can hold in his lap.  Yellow is Kei and Kei is happiness and hope and cool fall days spent in the forest.

Yellow is Kei.  Challenging and logical.  Pessimistic and spiteful.  Buzzing energy and clear thinking.  The person Daichi loves and the person who loves him back.

[notsuchasecret]

Self indulgent anon is back i guess, but is it okay to request some more tsukki with an eating disorder? I loved the other one so so much

This is something I really want to touch on in my big getting-together fic, but here’s a little scene set in this universe during the first year of high school.

Theworst part was the cold. All the other symptoms he could handle, butthe way his body shivered in the middle of summer was unbearable.

No,it wasn’tthe cold itself that Kei couldn’t handle. It was the way Daichistartled whenever Kei touched him, because his hands were like thetouch of winter. It was the way Daichi knew what the cold meant, theway he always knew the sum of all the signs but never said it outloud. It was the way Daichi gave him room to be his broken, awfulself, but always with the understanding that he was there for Kei ifKei ever needed him.

Daichi’sunderstanding was the worst thing he could have given.

Keiwas curled in bed under every blanket in the house when Daichi cameto visit. He brought with him cake and a sweet, boy-next-door smilethat melted Kei’sheart and turned his stomach all at the same time. Still, Kei sat upin bed and let Daichi crawl in beside him, setting the cake box onhis lap.

“Yourmom said you weren’t feeling well,” he said, an out. If Keiwanted, he could play along with the offering, pretend he’d caughta bug of some sort and let it go. But Daichi was too smart for that,and Kei didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Haven’teaten much lately,” he admitted. “I’m feeling a little weak.”

Daichididn’tmention that there were therapies out there he could try. They’dalready had that conversation in all its forms, the calm and thescreaming. He just gestured to the cake box.

“Ifigured something sweet might help,” he said. “You don’t haveto try it though. Not right now.”

Keididn’ttell Daichi how sweet it was of him to even come in the first place.He didn’t mention that the cake in its pastel box was starting tomake Kei’s mouth water. He just leaned into Daichi’s side and letout a quiet sob. Daichi wrapped an arm around Kei’s shoulder andheld him tight. They stayed like that until the cold had mostly goneaway and the growling of Kei’s stomach was too much for hisso-called self-control. He picked up the box with trembling hands andpopped it open to reveal a strawberry-topped confection that made hisheart ache.

“Willyou eat it with me?” he asked. Daichi reached over to the sidetable to reveal a pair of forks. Kei didn’t say anything, just tookhis fork and began to eat.

[ezzydean]

Daichi & Tsukishima - 30. things I wish you’d said?

“Because I like you, okay.  Hell I may even love you.”

The words are ground out between clenched teeth, fingers tensing into claws before curling into fists that press against his lips in an attempt to stop the onslaught of words that threaten to break loose.

This was not what he had meant to say when he wrenched open the door to Daichi’s shop and stood with his chest heaving and his lungs struggling to do their damn job in the dim lighting.  He can see the neon curl of letters in the window blink out as Daichi shuts off the lights and locks the door.

“I wanted to tell you before you left m- the country.”  The words slip between cracked lips and the fine lines where his fingers can’t quite smush the words back into his mouth.  “I really did.  But I couldn’t hold you back with that.  You had so much to do.”

Daichi reached for him, slid calloused fingers around Kei’s thin wrists - always so careful to make Kei feel delicate and safe and revered - and pulled his hands from his lips.  He tugged until clenched fingers fell loose and limp in the cool shop air.

“You could have told me.”  Daichi’s hands were a warm balm against Kei’s chilled skin, his words a soothing balm against Kei’s cracked soul.  “Didn’t you realize, Kei?  I never left you behind no matter where I was.”  

Skype chats and 7AM wake up calls and afternoon texts and weirdly filtered shamelessly screenshotted snaps and trinkets and dumb letters in the mail fill Kei’s mind.  

Daichi’s voice fills the shop, sinks it’s claws into the empty air and forces itself into Kei’s lungs, into his mind, into his everything.

“I could never leave you.”