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Anonymous asked:

If you're still open for requests: short tsukkiyama office au please

this is my last one, everyone! thank you so much for all the requests, they were exactly what i needed to write and hopefully everyone enjoyed reading them. :D

ps - yamaguchi is definitely hot, too. don’t listen to him.

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Yamaguchi peeked around his computer, trying not to be too obvious about looking, but he needed to look again. The new financial analyst was a fine-ancial analyst ahaha oh god, what?

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lalikaa asked:

For the tsukkiyama prompt, anything from their childhood!! maybe a quick glimpse into an “every day” hangout?

@lalikaa, thanks for this one! writing them as kids is so much fun.

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“Tada —” Kei stopped suddenly and corrected himself. “Yamaguchi, we’re too old for this.”

“Nooo,” Yamaguchi said. “Come on, you’re just saying that because your legs are too long now. Just push me on the swings one last time, and I promise I’ll never ask you again.”

Kei rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore it when Yamaguchi stepped in and clapped his hands together, bowing with his eyes shut tight.

“Please, please, please, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi begged. The new nickname he was so proud of rolled off his tongue, easy as if he’d called Kei that all along. “I’ll be your best friend!”

“You already are my best friend,” Kei muttered, but he was walking behind the swing and waiting while Yamaguchi hopped onto it and started pumping his legs. When Yamaguchi’s back came toward him, Kei started with a couple of lackluster pushes, but his strength and enthusiasm grew as Yamaguchi shouted with delight.

“Higher, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi said. “Put your back into it!”

Kei laughed and shoved Yamaguchi hard enough that the swing’s chains slacked off. When he was really little, Kei thought if Akiteru pushed him hard enough, he could get all the way around the bar, that nothing could ever get in his way. That was dumb baby stuff he knew, but watching Yamaguchi’s legs reach higher and higher, his sneakers almost brushing the low branches of the trees, Kei couldn’t help but think — maybe.

“One day I’ll be able to jump this high,” Yamaguchi shouted over his shoulder as the swing soared higher still. “You too, Tsukki. Together, we’ll fly!”

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Anonymous asked:

How does Haikyuu!! meets some of those ghost chasing “shows” sound to you? Of course, tsukkiyama centric ;)

please be gentle i’ve never watched one of these outside of gifsets

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Tsukishima slides the infrared goggles onto his face, checking the spectral thermometer for any spirit activity. “Are you getting this?” he asks Kageyama, who’s behind the camera. Kageyama shoots him a thumbs-up.

They go creeping further into the house, Tsukishima wrinkling up his nose to get the goggles to stay in place. They’re so uncomfortable, but he supposes that’s just part of the job. A successful glimpse into another plane of existence is the only reason he’d ever wear contacts voluntarily, even if Yamaguchi does say his eyes stand out more without his frames.

Speaking of Yamaguchi, he can hear him in another part of the house, narrating what he’s doing to his crew. He usually has a whole team of people with him because he’s featured far more often on their show, which makes perfect sense to Tsukishima. He only agreed to the show in the first place because it gets their research the funding it needs; Yamaguchi is easy-going and charismatic and likable, and his face goes bright red every time Tsukishima mentions those facts to him, which Tsukishima likes very much. It’s almost worth feeling his own face heat up when Yamaguchi says they have to keep in Tsukishima’s segments because he’s their eye candy.

“Look at you, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi had said just this morning, gesturing. “I mean, seriously.”

“You seeing anything?” Kageyama grunts.

Tsukishima shakes his head. “Dead end. No pun intended,” he says, and pauses. Kageyama doesn’t react. Idiot. Yamaguchi would have laughed.

Suddenly, there’s a scream on the other end of the house; Kageyama and Tsukishima stare at each other as the thumps of panicked footfalls grow closer and closer.

“Tsukki!!” Yamaguchi cries, barreling directly into Tsukishima’s arms.

He’s so surprised by this happening that he just holds on, muttering, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” to Yamaguchi without even knowing if everything is okay. But Yamaguchi relaxes minutely while Tsukishima squeezes him tight, so that part is okay, at least.

“We saw something,” Yamaguchi gasps breathlessly. “A spectre, seemed friendly, probably a woman. We were talking to her! On camera! Then she — it — screeched so loud, and — and —“

Hinata trails in then, covered head-to-toe in slime. Tsukishima’s eyes widen and, as one, he and Kageyama burst into laughter.

This is the best day ever, for so many reasons, but mostly because after everyone’s settled down, Yamaguchi doesn’t let go.

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Anonymous asked:

Hey ^_^ if you’re still taking the tsukkiyama asks, how would you feel about Tsukki as dungeon master in a friendly session of D&D and they’re always awkwardly flirting with geeky puns?

LOVED THIS ONE!

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Hinata rolls the dice, muttering something about please please be good to mama this time under his breath.

“What did you just say?” asks Kageyama.

“Nothing!” says Hinata, waving his hand in front of his face.

The dice stop. Tsukishima peers over his trifold at them and consults his manual. “Whoops, you died. Rest in peace, Ranger,” he tells Hinata, who lets out a mournful howl. Kageyama snorts so hard that he inhales half his milk tea and Yachi has to thump him on the back so he doesn’t choke to death, while halfway to a panic attack herself.

Tsukishima grabs a bowl of popcorn and sits back in his chair, grinning.

“Enjoying yourself?” Yamaguchi asks, somehow not halfway to a panic attack himself. Maybe he feels Yachi’s got that covered, Tsukishima’s not sure.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tsukishima says lightly. “I don’t control the dice.”

Yamaguchi snorts. “No, but you love lording over the pandemonium. Tsukki’s chaotic evil.”

“Hey, you and I both know I’m neutral all over.” Tsukishima smirks and passes the popcorn over to Yamaguchi, who scoots over to take it while sliding his foot out of his indoor shoe. His big toe is halfway up Tsukishima’s calf when Tsukishima freezes in his seat, wondering if anyone else has noticed them playing footsie under the table.

“Not so neutral now, are you?” Yamaguchi mutters out of the side of his mouth. He grins wide and casually tosses a handful of popcorn into his mouth, while Tsukishima’s blinks at him. Which one of them is supposed to be evil again?

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Anonymous asked:

How about tsukkiyama and a lazy morning of them cute and domestic~

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more the spirit of the thing than the letter of the law :D

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Well. Yesterday hadn’t gone exactly as expected. 

It was Yamaguchi’s first long weekend since they’d started at uni, and he took the train into Tokyo to see Tsukishima. That part was as expected. Also as expected was Tsukishima meeting him at the station and taking him on an abbreviated tour before going back to Tsukishima’s apartment. Tsukishima had also expected the fond feelings that washed over him as he watched Yamaguchi talk animatedly on his couch, catching him up on all sorts of nonsense for the first time in person in three months.  

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for @neverregretthyfall who asked for fluffy post-training snuggles and other fluffy goodness. :D 

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Yamaguchi tried not to freak out after practice when Tsukishima tiredly plopped his forehead onto Yamaguchi’s shoulder and mumbled, “I’m coming home with you tonight.”

Tsukishima had been working so hard in every practice lately, trying to build up his stamina so their chances at making both nationals and spring high would climb even higher. After all, they were third years now and had a reputation to uphold. But more importantly, it made Yamaguchi’s heart do a funny little thumping thing every time he noticed Tsukki pushing himself to his limit.

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Anonymous asked:

Okay tsukkiyama fic idea! I’d love to see just one of them taking care of the other. One may be sick or just has a injury and the other mends them/nurses them. Who does what will be left up to you!!! Sorry if this is vague. I want to keep it open ended enough for you to do what inspires :3

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“Yamaguchi, this is ridiculous. It’s nothing.”

Kei can feel his face growing hot, so he looks up and away and refuses to meet Yamaguchi’s eyes.

“Shut up, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi says, busying himself with the antiseptic and the bandages. “What the hell is the team supposed to do without your hands?”

“It’s just a cut,” Kei mumbles, but he doesn’t pull away when Yamaguchi tugs his hand up. He peels the tape off of each of Kei’s fingers, going even more slowly when Kei visibly winces.

Kei wishes he would speed up instead; having all of Yamaguchi’s careful attention and gentle touches on him is so dangerous. They’re close enough together that Kei might get stupid ideas about how kissing him is a good plan. Yamaguchi’s fingertips skim along Kei’s wrist, sending a shiver down his spine.

The alcohol stings, but Yamaguchi starts speaking quietly as he applies it, his usual walk-to-school rambles, so familiar that Kei can’t help but focus on that instead of Yamaguchi cleaning his cut and applying a bandage. A moment later, Yamaguchi declares, “There! You’re fixed up.”

“Thanks,” Kei says, business-like, still unable to look at Yamaguchi’s face. He tries tugging his hand back, but Yamaguchi’s grip on it is still tight. He waits until Kei finally looks up and meets his eyes.

“One more thing,” Yamaguchi says, bending down to press a kiss to Kei’s palm. He looks up at Kei from under his eyelashes, head still bowed. “All better now, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kei says roughly. “All better.”

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Started from the Bottom and Now We're Here - Marks - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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I wrote fic! Haikyuu!!, Kagehina (and secondary Tsukkiyama), E, 5900 words. The E is for Enjoy.

“What’s topping like?” Hinata asks. He scoots along the wall so that he’s sitting close enough to Tsukishima to hear his answer, looking up expectantly.

Tsukishima doesn’t answer. What he does do is blink twice, look around the gym, and then move away from Hinata.

“Come on,” Hinata says, scooting closer again. “I know you heard me, Tokyo Tower. You and Yamaguchi have been together longer than me and Kageyama! What was the first time like for you? How do you get good at it fast? I need to know!”

“The number you’re trying to reach is out of service,” Tsukishima says.

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Timezone bump!

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Started from the Bottom and Now We're Here - Marks - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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I wrote fic! Haikyuu!!, Kagehina (and secondary Tsukkiyama), E, 5900 words. The E is for Enjoy.

“What’s topping like?” Hinata asks. He scoots along the wall so that he’s sitting close enough to Tsukishima to hear his answer, looking up expectantly.

Tsukishima doesn’t answer. What he does do is blink twice, look around the gym, and then move away from Hinata.

“Come on,” Hinata says, scooting closer again. “I know you heard me, Tokyo Tower. You and Yamaguchi have been together longer than me and Kageyama! What was the first time like for you? How do you get good at it fast? I need to know!”

“The number you’re trying to reach is out of service,” Tsukishima says.

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Tagged by @zeegoesthere for the last sentence I wrote! I’m poking at this Tsukki gets obsessed with Yamaguchi’s freckles thing I started writing months ago again:

“You know, Kei,” Kuroo says, and Tsukishima throws his hands up in defeat, almost flinging the phone across the room, “one of the Fukurodani managers was way into Yamaguchi your first year.”

let’s see, i shall tag @zombiekittiez , @pugglemuggle, @egelantier and anyone else who’s into it!

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hey y’all, happy valentine’s day! i’m writing one-line fics over on twitter for anyone who wants one, so hit me up.

you can send an ask here if you don’t like twitter, and we don’t need to be mutuals. :D

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Super Blue Blood Moon - Marks - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Hinata (and a bit of Tsukkiyama, though only in Hinata’s head), T, 3600 words. Featuring jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, and the moon.

Sequel to Celestial War, but you don’t really need to read that to follow this.

Hinata grins. One of the best things about the last couple of months is getting good at reading Tsukishima’s expressions. He’s not at Yamaguchi’s level yet, but that’s not a fair match-up anyway. It’s like when he started playing volleyball; Kageyama was king because of natural talent and years of practice in real matches, and Hinata was thumping a ball against a wall. But now, time and effort have made it so they’re in a place where they can compete with each other. It all makes sense if Hinata thinks of Tsukishima as Yamaguchi’s volleyball, but Hinata’s determined to at least compete. After all, Hinata’s got a lot of natural drive, and ever since the eclipse, he’s been steering it in Tsukishima’s direction.

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reblogging for other time zones!

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Super Blue Blood Moon - Marks - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Hinata (and a bit of Tsukkiyama, though only in Hinata’s head), T, 3600 words. Featuring jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, and the moon.

Sequel to Celestial War, but you don’t really need to read that to follow this.

Hinata grins. One of the best things about the last couple of months is getting good at reading Tsukishima’s expressions. He’s not at Yamaguchi’s level yet, but that’s not a fair match-up anyway. It’s like when he started playing volleyball; Kageyama was king because of natural talent and years of practice in real matches, and Hinata was thumping a ball against a wall. But now, time and effort have made it so they’re in a place where they can compete with each other. It all makes sense if Hinata thinks of Tsukishima as Yamaguchi’s volleyball, but Hinata’s determined to at least compete. After all, Hinata’s got a lot of natural drive, and ever since the eclipse, he’s been steering it in Tsukishima’s direction.

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My @tsukkiyamasecretsanta gift for @yaoyoroses! HQ, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, T, 10,300 words (yeesh) of fake dating retail AU. Yamaguchi is a cashier in a clothing store where hot guys help customers pick what they want. I have no idea if this is a real thing that actually exists, but it probably should be? 

Anyway, I hope you like this!

Excerpt:

Yamaguchi looked up and locked eyes with Tsukishima’s. His mouth went dry and he couldn’t speak anymore. Trying to ask “Do you think you’ve got it, Tsukishima-kun?” turned into a blurted, “You’ve got me, Tsukki!”
 
But to Yamaguchi’s amazement, Tsukishima didn’t get mad at the sudden inappropriate nickname. He didn’t even ignore it completely. Instead, his mouth stretched into a tiny, amused smile and Yamaguchi’s stomach flipped.

“I didn’t know we were so familiar,” Tsukishima said.

Yamaguchi covered his face with his hands. “Ugh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. You can call me that if you want,” Tsukishima said. Yamaguchi peeked at him through his fingers. “But I’m just going to call you Yamaguchi, okay?”

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reblogging for the day crowd.

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Relationships Don't Just Happen - Marks - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

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

Organization for Transformative Works

My @tsukkiyamasecretsanta gift for @yaoyoroses! HQ, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, T, 10,300 words (yeesh) of fake dating retail AU. Yamaguchi is a cashier in a clothing store where hot guys help customers pick what they want. I have no idea if this is a real thing that actually exists, but it probably should be? 

Anyway, I hope you like this!

Excerpt:

Yamaguchi looked up and locked eyes with Tsukishima’s. His mouth went dry and he couldn’t speak anymore. Trying to ask “Do you think you’ve got it, Tsukishima-kun?” turned into a blurted, “You’ve got me, Tsukki!”
 
But to Yamaguchi’s amazement, Tsukishima didn’t get mad at the sudden inappropriate nickname. He didn’t even ignore it completely. Instead, his mouth stretched into a tiny, amused smile and Yamaguchi’s stomach flipped.

“I didn’t know we were so familiar,” Tsukishima said.

Yamaguchi covered his face with his hands. “Ugh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. You can call me that if you want,” Tsukishima said. Yamaguchi peeked at him through his fingers. “But I’m just going to call you Yamaguchi, okay?”