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New fic! Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, T, 13,500 words. Based on the prompt, “Yamaguchi has freckles everywhere, like, everywhere and they are driving Tsukishima absolutely to distraction every time they change together lately. Summer training camp is just a bridge too far.”

I’m so glad this is done!

Excerpt:

Yamaguchi’s knees are covered in freckles, and the freckles spread out thin further up his legs, which Tsukishima already knows after seeing him in volleyball shorts approximately a million times. But now he knows Yamaguchi’s thighs only have a few freckles here and there, like a galaxy that’s dispersing at its edges. Tsukishima could probably touch every one individually, and that thought makes his stomach drop.

“One more second,” Yamaguchi says, twisting the elastic around his ponytail one more time. He leans in to inspect his reflection, running his fingers along the shaved sides of his head. “I need a haircut,” he mutters to himself, then straightens up again. “Ready to go, Tsukki?”

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Timezone bump!

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theyoungsorceress asked:

Hi! I really love ur tsukkiyama's fics, if u r still taking requests, i would love a "Tsukki getting jealous" or something along the lines. Like, a cute girl giving a love letter to tadashi and Kei seeing it, it can be for him or to give to tsukki, or Tadashi making a new friend in his new class, girl/boy whatever, but the new friend being so smart to see kei's bullshit. If u have something like this i would love the link. Thank you very much for ur work!!

jealous tsukki is my jam. jealous yamaguchi is my jam, too. i’m always willing to write more of that, @theyoungsorceress!

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“You’re friends with Yamaguchi-kun, right?”

Tsukishima looks up from his desk, slipping his headphones around his neck. “Yes?” he says. There’s a girl standing over him, and she’s holding out an envelope. She’s pretty, at least as far as Tsukishima knows, tall with a glossy brown ponytail that spills over one shoulder. He doesn’t think he’s seen her around before, but Tsukishima doesn’t do a lot of noticing people. Yamaguchi’s lucky Tsukishima has finally learned the names of the team’s new crop of first years and he’s their vice-captain.

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Anonymous asked:

If you're still taking Tsukkiyama requests: In honour of everyone's feels (and there are so many feels, we're all prone on the ground sobbing), how about something Harukou-related? Shenanigans during the nights after the matches, during the bus trip there, all that fun stuff!

this turned out sappier than expected!! but it’s harukou-related for sure, taking place the night before the first round. the broken bike and tokyo tower mentions refer to this light novel story, which you should really read if you never have before because it is PURE 100% GOLD.

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Yamaguchi raises an eyebrow when Tsukishima trails in after Kageyama and Hinata. The idiot duo bounces off god-knows-where, and Tsukishima will never understand where their energy comes from, not even if he lives for a thousand years.

“You were gone for a while,” Yamaguchi says as Tsukishima flops down onto his futon.

Tsukishima grunts. “We got lost,” he says, thinking of broken bike chains and racing toward Tokyo Tower. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Yamaguchi laughs and shuffles over on his knees to sit closer. “Okay,” he says. “If it helps any, once you guys disappeared, Ennoshita felt bad about putting you on babysitting duty.”

“It doesn’t,” Tsukishima says grumpily. He glances around to see if anyone’s looking at them and, when he’s satisfied they’re invisible enough, he shifts until his head is in Yamaguchi’s lap. If Yamaguchi’s surprised by this nearly-public display of affection, he doesn’t show it, instead running one callused hand through Tsukishima’s hair. Tsukishima wants to hum as Yamaguchi’s fingernails scratch against his scalp, but settles for a contented sigh. His eyes slip shut as Yamaguchi digs in deeper.

“Are you ready for our first match, Tsukki?” asks Yamaguchi. “We’re officially at nationals! Can you believe it?”

“No,” Tsukishima replies to both. “Who can ever be ready for that?”

“So practical,” Yamaguchi teases. “Well, I think we’re ready. When we get back to Miyagi, we’re gonna return as conquering champions. It’s gonna be awesome.”

Tsukishima’s eyes flutter back open, and Yamaguchi smiles down at him. “Hey,” Tsukishima says, “I love you. You know that, right?”

Yamaguchi blinks about a hundred times because Tsukishima’s never said that out loud to him before, never even come close, and who knows if he’ll ever do it again. But Tsukishima is exhausted and so weirdly happy and excited right now, and so much of it is Yamaguchi’s fault.

“I might know,” says Yamaguchi eventually, once he’s recovered. He pauses. “Maybe if you say it again.”

Tsukishima fumbles for his pillow, and swings up and over, satisfyingly connecting with the side of Yamaguchi’s head. “Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

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Anonymous asked:

if you're still taking requests, your tkym fluff is adorable, but how about something with harder edge? something like monster boys, A/B/O, werewolves, vampires or mind control??? any???? all???

GOSH. well i love you for this, anon. where else can you fully embrace your thirst but anonymous fandom requests, right?

anyway as it so happens, i’ve had… several conversations about vampire tsukishima so

Warnings: nothing explicit, but some mentions of blood and foreseeable consent issues. 

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“This is kind of clichéd, isn’t it? Childhood friends on opposite sides of a never-ending conflict? Pretty stupid.” Tsukishima circled the chair while Yamaguchi thought about a documentary he’d watched a couple of years ago with a lion and an injured gazelle. 

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Anonymous asked:

My friend, please write friends to lovers transition fic just like you always do it was beautiful

hello my friend, only too happy to oblige.

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Yamaguchi waved good-bye to Ukai-san and unscrewed the top of his orange juice. Tsukishima pushed off the wall when Yamaguchi came outside and held out his hand, immediately sticking the straw into his strawberry milk and taking a long sip. 

They walked in silence for a while, the quiet pleasant and comfortable, like it had been for a couple of years now. Yamaguchi didn’t flinch away when his knuckles brushed against Tsukishima’s, and Tsukishima stooped awkwardly as they walked so Yamaguchi could tuck a tag back into his t-shirt. 

They reached the intersection where Yamaguchi went one way and Tsukishima went the other. Maybe there would be a time where that would happen on a grander scale, but today wasn’t that day. 

“Hey,” Tsukishima said, grabbing Yamaguchi’s sleeve. Yamaguchi looked over his shoulder, and Tsukishima’s face was suddenly very close. 

Oh, Yamaguchi thought, finally. 

Orange juice and strawberry milk didn’t make for a great combination and the kiss didn’t last very long; they were out on the street in broad daylight, after all. But the moment was an inevitable one, one that Yamaguchi could have pushed for just as easily. 

“I’ve been thinking about that forever,” Tsukishima confessed, once they pulled apart. 

“Me too, Tsukki,” said Yamaguchi. “You don’t even know.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

Yamaguchi laughed and reached up to touch his mouth, right where it still tingled. The next time they did that – and there would be a next time – Yamaguchi was going to be the one to do it. 

Tsukishima grabbed Yamaguchi’s hand then and tugged him along in the direction of his house, cementing their convergence, at least for now.