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HELLOOOOOOOOO NEIGHBORS IM ALIVE
GUUUYYSS đ DONT BE AFRAID 2 SEND REQUESTS AND ASKS PLS (for the yearning series as well) ID LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS AND IDEAS:(
â.Ë yearning w karasuno series Ë áĄŁđ© âč àŁȘ ౚà§Ëâ
iâm not in love, so don't forget it (âœ^âą Ë âą àŸàœČâŒ)
first ⥠years.
t. kei â meet-cute .. or not?
k. tobio
y. hitoka
y. tadashi
h. shoyo
second Û¶à§ years.
n. yuu
t. ryƫnosuke
e. chikara
(guys im not vv sure how to write for the 2 side characters, i love them so much so i might not rn)
third ÊÉ years
s. kĆshi
s. daichi
a. asahi
s. kiyoko
â đ Ì. t.kei x fem!reader
fluff . oneshot (?) yearning series
note: i hope this isnt ooc glup
Tsukishima Kei, who swears up and down that he isnât a romantic.
He rolls his eyes when Tadashi puts on a rom-com at their weekend movie nights, when he overhears their managers talking about the latest celebrity couple â even trivial matters, like when Tanaka & Nishinoya make heart-eyes at Kiyoko. âYouâre such a killjoy, Tsukishima!â Hinata would say after practice, in response to his disinterested shrug when they asked him about his stance on love, a discussion that soon turned into an argument over which superhero they could take in a fight; oddly enough, they all said Spiderman. Admittedly, he was more interested in stating his input on that topic.
Iâm not technically procrastinating. Iâm letting my story marinate in brain juices for a few minutes longer while I scroll tumblr
between you and your husband, you were the one moreâŠvocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with xâs, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.
people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesnât reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.
it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.
it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.
and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.
you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.
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sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,
"please don't let go. please," you choked out, heart thundering in your chest, voice high with panic. your fingers, slippery and trembling like autumn leaves, grasped your boyfriend's arms harshly like your life depended on it.
tsukishima kei scoffed. "don't be stupid."
it wasn't about being stupid, you thought. it was about being scared. and god, scared you were. absolutely terrified. the sun shone down mercilessly on your back, basking you in a heat that the other half of your body didn't experience.
instead, cool water sloshed around you; a stray piece of kelp brushed your legs, sending another jolt of fear through you, and you instinctively clung to him tighter, feet struggling to find steady footing on the sandy ocean floor.
"hey," tsukishima said, his voice sharper now. his hands found your elbows, steady and firm, "you're not drowning. your head's above water, so breathe properly."
you sputtered as another bit of saltwater found its way into your mouth, coughing and gasping, squeezing your eyes. you tried to mirror him, to mimic the the way his chest never stopped rising and falling so calmly. his skin was milky fair, and off-handedly, you hoped you had rubbed it with enough sun cream.
he leaned down slightly, tilting his head so he was in your field of vision, his face annoyingly composed. his eyes locked onto yours, a warm brown, attentive, "what exactly are you so scared of?"
"i don'tâ" you sucked in a deep, shaky breath, his eyes serene in the middle of the thundering panic travelling through your chests, "i can't stand. i don't have ground under my feet."
he raised a single elegant eyebrow, unimpressed, "yeah. that's kind of the point of swimming, genius."
a weak, breathless laugh escaped you, equal parts mortified and amused, "maybe i should've asked someone else to teach me."
"no," his grip tightened, and there was a flicker of irritation in his eyes, though not at you, "don't be dumb."
he glanced away for a beat, then back at you, quiet, "i won't let go."
and he hadn't. he hadn't let go once since you panicked, and despite his exasperation, his hands never trembled, never wavered, not once.
"you're clutching me like i'm a floatie."
you blinked, but your fingers didn't let go, "i'm literally trying not to drown."
he sighed. but his thumbs brushed over your arms, soothing, "you're not drowning. i'm right here, dumbass."
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tsukki, contrary to popular belief, actually really likes being little spoon -- because it's hard to be big spoon all the time, hard to always be the one doing the holding -- and sometimes, even guys who act tough (especially guys who act tough) are the ones who want to be held the most.
so you hold him, your arms looped around his middle, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck, the place where his spine meets his skull, nuzzling your nose against the soft blond hairs there, and he curls in, presses his back against you till you're sure you can feel every ridge of his spine ribbed along your chest.
"you smell nice," you mumble into his skin. he shifts in your arms, grumbling slightly.
"i smell like me," he says, his voice muffled by the blankets tucked around his shoulders.
you smile, nuzzling in further, "yeah... and you smell nice."
he hums, reaching down to lace his fingers with yours over his stomach.
"what do i smell like?" he asks.
you burrow ever further in, breathing in his warm, musky scent.
"you smell... kinda like sourdough," you say, giggling as tsukki makes a strange, sleepy, indignant noise.
"i smell like bread?"
you giggle, "the best, most delicious kind of bread."
tsukki sighs, shifting as he twists in your arms to face you. like this, he can easily flip you over and pin you down, do whatever he pleased with you, and you'd be helpless to do anything to stop him. the thought makes you shiver, makes your skin pebble up with goosepimples.
instead, he leans down to press his forehead to yours.
"and you smell like butter, sometimes," he says.
you nod, letting your eyes flutter shut, "sounds like we were made for each other."
tsukki scoffs, turning back around, "cheesy."
"nope, just buttery," you grin, pressing your lips to the warm, bare skin of his back. you feel him relax against you.
"go to sleep."
you nod, settling in, "you first."
"i've been trying but someone keeps on saying that i smell like bread."
you crinkle your nose, "i just said you smell nice. you were the one who asked for details."
tsukki makes an aggrieved noise, but doesn't turn around again. instead, he tugs your hand up to press a soft kiss to your palm before bringing it back down to his stomach.
"sleep," he says.
you grin, nodding, leaning forward to press your forehead to the nape of his neck. you take a deep breath in, reveling in the warm scent of him.
finally, you agree, in a soft, satisfied voice, "yeah... sleep."
writing? oh, iâm definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when iâm about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we donât do that here.
akaashi couldnât be nonchalant as people made him out to be.
NOTE. Inspired by @/nethsukiiâs post from TikTok!
Everyone always assumed Akaashi was the most level-headed person in the room, nonchalant in some cases, the calm voice amongst the chaos, the unshakeable setter with cool eyes and a brain that always operated two steps ahead.
That reputation didnât change when he got a girlfriendâit intensified. People whispered about how lucky you were to have someone so composed, thoughtful, emotionally intelligent, and stable. A boyfriend who wouldnât raise his voice, whoâd remember anniversaries without being reminded, whoâd bring you tea when you had cramps, and listen to you vent without interrupting.
And okayâyes. Two of those things were completely true.
But the ânonchalantâ part? That one was a bit misleading.
Because if you asked Bokuto, or Konoha, or literally any of Akaashiâs closer friends, theyâd tell you: heâs anything but nonchalant when it comes to you. Sure, he looks calm, but beneath that is a man whose brain short-circuits when you so much as bat your eyelashes at him thrice rather than twice. Heâs an intense romantic disguised as a stoic intellectual. And the intensity isnât dramatic or grandâitâs absurdly, endearingly specific.
âDid you know you sneeze in three stages?â
You blinked, pausing mid-bite of your grilled cheese sandwich. âWhat?â
Akaashi, seated across from you at his kitchen counter, wore his usual composed expression. His glasses slid a bit down his nose, but he didnât push them up. He was too focused on you. âThree stages,â he repeated. âYou do this little build-up thing firstâyour eyebrows scrunch, your nose wiggles like a bunny, and then you hold your breath for a second. Thatâs stage one.â
You stared at him with an expression of genuine confusion. âYou studied my sneeze?â
âI observe,â he corrected smoothly, reaching for his cup of tea like this was just another normal afternoon conversation and not borderline concerning.
âStage two is the sneeze itself. Itâs never dainty. Itâs loud. Forceful. Passionate.â
âThatâs a weird adjective.â
tsukki knows all your orders by heart, knows that you like an extra pump of hazelnut in the fall, and likes your coldbrew with vanilla foam in the summer. he knows your favorite brand of toner and makes sure to always keep a backup in the bathroom cabinet, knows which of your huge collection of cute mugs you like the best and tries to always make sure it's washed and dried.
he always leaves one of his old crewnecks (the one you steal most often) in the laundry hamper when he travels because he knows you wear it when he's gone (it smells just like him), even though he'll never admit it if you ever asked --
"that old thing? it was just dirty -- didn't you see i put it in the hamper? mah -- maybe i'll toss it soon --"
"no, don't!" you protest, a bit too quickly; he quirks an eyebrow even as you flush something furious, biting your lips.
"oh?"
you chew on your bottom lip for a long second before sighing, "i -- it's my favorite of yours..."
tsukki stares, his gaze unwavering as you squirm in your seat. then, he lets out a tiny scoff, reaching over to pat your head as you crinkle your nose, trying not to preen against the warmth of his palm.
"i know. if you like it so much, you can keep it."
you shake your head, pouting slightly. he cocks his head.
"no?"
you flash him a cheeky, lopsided smile that sets his heart racing inside his chest. a faint flush of color rises in his cheeks as he squints at you -- that expression of your has never boded well for him.
"well, if you stop wearing it..." you say, tugging his hand from your head to clasp in your hands, your fingers lacing through his; tsukki swallows passed a skip in his heartbeat as you press your lips to the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse is thump-thump-thumping away, the stupid, traitorous thing.
"it won't smell like you any more."
squeezes you like a chew tog .
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contrary to popular belief, kenma kozume doesn't enjoy playing minecraft. he hates being jumpscared by the mobs, building is a bore, and dying after weeks of saved progress is always an annoyance.
and despite all of the things he disliked about the game, he somehow agreed when you asked if he could help you mine. one thing led to another, and school nights were spent with him mining and gathering blocks for you, while you built your shared house.
kenma listens intently as you talk on and on about your favorite show, his gaze focused on your camera to the side of his paused screen; you always complain when he doesn't turn on his, so he keeps it on, even if you stopped asking him to. âwait a second,â he interrupts you, unpausing his game as he stands in front of your shared house in game. âcone outside, iâll show you something.â his voice is almost shy as he says this, but all of that disappears as he watches the look of pure joy on your face when you see what he built for you.
a small, sort of blandâcurse his building skillsâcherry blossom pathway to your house is illuminated by small torches. while it isn't as nice as it is in the tutorial he followed, the smile on your lips is enough to make him feel like the best builder in the world.
and that's when he realizes, he's screwed.
kuroo laughs as kenma rants about his predicament, âyouâre whipped,â he says bluntly, leaning against the leather of his best friend's gaming chair. âiâm not!â kenma defends himselfâa little too quickly. âi just like seeing her happy, i guess.â his reply further fuels kuroo's amusement, merely shaking his head.
he hates to admit it, he always hates admitting that kuroo's rightâit fuels his egoâbut he definitely is.. somewhat right. he's whipped for you.
you, who smiles when he decorates the front of your house with your favorite flowers, who laughs when he dies to a creeper explosion.
maybe he really doesn't hate the game all that much. as long as it's you, he doesn't really mind anymore. he would die to a million mobs just to hear you laugh.
pls send requests i will actually die of writers block
âi had a dream about you, y'know.â you muse mindlessly as you pour the hot water into your coffee mug.
âoh yeah?â nishinoya yuu replies, âmind telling me about this dream of yours?â his voice sounds so near, yet so far. you glance at his face on your phone screen, as he watches you go through your mundane daily routine. you take a sip of your coffee, sighing, âwell, we had a talking dog..â
for the past three or so years, days and nights were usually spent like this; you and nishinoya on the phone talking about your days or the places he plans on travelling to next. you were always dead-set on finishing college and getting a job, and he planned on travelling the world until there was nothing left to see. you were both going through with your plans, and what made it easier was going through it together. timezones & countries away from each other made it hard, but you made it work.
as for the past few months, he's been in greece, visiting the different temples & ruins the beautiful country holds.
âiâm so serious right now, it was like a fever dreamâyou were suddenly an old man, like, what?â you scoffed, rolling your eyes. âthen i woke up.â
âokay... so it was basically a fucked-up version of up?â his eyebrows are furrowed as he processes the information given to him just now, you reply with a hum as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. you're about to say something when you notice him glitching on your screen, and you try your best not to laugh at the sight of his distorted face. âuhm, babe?â he doesn't reply. âbabe.â your eyes scan his surroundingsâhold on, where the fuck is he?
âbabe, where are you right now?â you ask, laughing a little as his screen turns back to normalâalbeit moving at light speed for the first few secondsâhe simply raises his eyebrows in response, stuttering. you squint your eyes, âdid you just come out of an elevator?â
âuhâiâm at the acropolis museum. they have a really advanced system here, actually! 's not all, like, temple ruins like i thought it'd be.â he clears his throat, fixing his hair a little. you nod a little.
the two of you sit in silence for a minute or two, minus the sounds of his footsteps & the busy streets from outside your apartment window. âi miss you,â you've been away from him for too long; you miss his touch, his hugs, his scentâeven if it was a little too musky. you wait for him to say it back, and as his mouth opens, the screen freezes.
â...babe?â you roll your eyes at the signal issuesâthis always happened. âiâll just call you later.â you reach for your phone and hang up, leaning back in your chair.
you can't deny it, sometimes the distance frustrated you. your co-workers talk about coming home to their wives, kids, or husbands, yet at the end of the day, you come home to an empty bed.
a knock on the door surprises you, a voice calling out, âspecial delivery!â a package? you didn't have any money for that. you walk to your front door, expecting a delivery manâyour eyes widen as you meet a pair of familiar brown eyes, gasping in shock as he kneels down on one knee with a ring in his hand.
nishinoya yuu.
âi missed you too.â
what they look for in a partner ; karasuno ver. âËàż
kageyama ; looks for someone direct. he doesnât understand subtlety, doesnât do well with people who expect him to read their mindâhe needs a partner who says what they mean. someone who wonât play games, who tells him what they want and expects the same from him.Â
hinata ; looks for someone who is passionate. he thrives on energy, and wants someone as crazy about something as he is about volleyball. someone who gets excited about their own dreams, who doesnât just watch from the sidelines but runs alongside him. could not be with someone mellow, or someone full of himself.