Kei Tsukishima x Female!Reader AU | Haikyuu!! [In which you fall for the tragedy you set out to save] Stemming from his history in an abusive household, the perpetually sullen and morbid Kei Tsukishima is known simply as the school's 'Tragedy'. He sleepwalks through life as though he's too scared to leave behind footprints, an imprint on the world he doesn't belong in. Until you fall into the picture. After painting a portrait of the boy you found crying on his doorstep one night, you soon get entangled in the strange enigma that is Kei Tsukishima. // COMPLETED + UNEDITED - 2017// -cover credits + @_jeongukk-

"And as my hair feels the comfort from my soft pillows, my head wonders how would it feel to have you in between my arms." © glumstars Disclaimer: I do not own the anime series, "Haikyuu", but I do own the plot of this story.

[BEING REWRITTEN!!] "I know what we are, and I know what we can't be. But the what ifs and maybes still make me think." "They make me think, too, but I guess that is what it's all going to be, what ifs and maybes." < tsukishima kei x reader i don't own the characters and perhaps some of the quotes, but the plot belongs to me.

everytime i hold you tight, it just doesn't feel right. you're in my memory, but can you remember me? - in which two broken souls started finding their way home.

"𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎." A disastrous, but an achingly memorable first love. As they grow up, they slowly start to forget the bittersweet feelings that lingered for what felt like forever. It wasn't until they saw each other again--that they realized those bittersweet feelings never left. *𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. *Cover is made by me, but the art used is not

【ｔｓｕｋｉｓｈｉｍａ ｋｅｉ ｘ ｒｅａｄｅｒ】 ❝being with you is as natural as breathing-and I have never imagined otherwise.❞ He considered her as something that cannot be grasped, like a flower reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected on the water's surface. He can see her, but he cannot touch her. She was something that is beautiful but was an unattainable dream. A mirage. all rights reserved ➳ 2016

A Tsukishima x Reader Angst - By C You clenched the edges of the bathroom sink, falling to your knees. The ambivalent emotions clashed against one another, tearing yourself apart. All the plans, choices, and future you thought you had under control were crumbling in your grasp, bit by bit. It was the distressed fear that burned your skin, igniting the pain locked beneath the surface of your mind. An indescribable torrent of insecurities, neglected, emerged inevitably, trapping you from the escape. You dug your nails into your pale skin, drawing blood as the shadows of the walls loomed into an abyss, but it wasn't enough to distract. The one lifeline that kept you afloat for so long had finally abandoned you to drown alone as you slipped into the empty nothingness, void of all but desensitized fear. Here, it was empty, and you sat there, unthinking, left with the shards of your reflection. They were splintered and distorted with the imperfections: the invariable number, your flawed skin, the bloated fat. You fruitlessly clawed your body to escape this grotesque creature, but, still, the pain was cancerous, splitting your heart into shattered fragments. You were drowning in the ocean of insecurities and self-hatred you created; drowning because of the weight of your expectations; drowning because of the burden of the fat. You couldn't think, not underneath the sea of panic, you couldn't. It was too much, and it was too late to reach the surface. "Stop. Make it stop. Someone make it stop," your voice cracked. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe anymore, a sharp throb breaching your chest. The thorns began to cut, shredding the paper of your reality inscribed with ink that muddled in a dark blotch. You had nothing; nothing to erase, nothing to have. Here and now, all you had left was the shards of your reflection. Highest Rankings: #3 in TsukishimaxReader #10 in Hungry (?? wtf ??)

[a oneshot.] Pent up regrets and words that should've been said. Was there a lifetime waiting for the both of you? Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the story idea. Haikyuu is owned by Haruichi Furudate. Song is owned by Ben&Ben. Reader belongs to themself. Any similarities to an existing work of fiction is purely coincidental.