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In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna
โโbecause he was just making conversation!โ
Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. โBullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.โ
โOh my god. So what!โ you yell. โItโs not like I was gonna fucking let him!โ
โCoulda fooled me.โ
Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesnโt see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.
The car screeches to a halt not even a second later.ย
Youโre pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. โYou crazy, fucking bitch!โ he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. โWhat the fuck is wrong with you!โ
โI got a bitch ass boyfriend, thatโs whatโs wrong with me,โ you grumble.
He ignores that. โYou break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?โ You shake your head. โWell, thatโs a fucking shame.โ Though as he says that, he canโt quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, โScratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.โ
โOkay, so Iโm gonna walk home,โ you say, deadpan. โIโll see you around, asshole.โย
Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that heโd let you get very far). โAlright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car โ weโre going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.โ
A hospital visit later, youโre in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. Itโs how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when youโve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of todayโs incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: โpush me out instead.โ
โHmm?โ
Sukunaโs hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. โDonโt jump out of the car. Itโs stupid. Your bodyโs weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.โ
โOkay, will do.โ
โThank you, baby.โ
my man my man my man (nobody tell Nanami)
how i feel searching for hours for angst fics but all i can find is y/n sucking their soul out of their dick.
Please recommend good angst fics
Hiii, I'd like to request a Tsukishima fic with a rivals to lovers/mutual pining trope for your event!
เผยทห Academically confused
โก featuring: tsukishima kei
โก cw: angst, lmk if i missed anything else
โก a/n: i love tsukki being an academic rival even if it is cheesy and has been written a million times so i hope you like it becaus ei enjoyed wwriting it <3
You met Tsukishima Kei during your first week of university, and it was less of a meet-cute and more of a mutual eye roll of annoyance with the class.
He was standing outside the lecture hall with his headphones around his neck, scrolling through something on his phone. You figured he was in the same literature class as it was the only one scheduled in this hall at this hour. You stood beside him, nervously scrolling through your schedule, worried you might miss a class or go to the wrong classroom,ย your stomach a tight ball of nerves from first week anxiety. Meanwhile, Tsukishimaโsย expression was bored like he had something better to do than stand in the hallway waiting for the professor to finally arrive
โIntro to Lit?โ you asked, more to ground yourself than anything else.
โUnfortunately,โ he replied in a grumble, barely glancing at you.
Your eyebrows lifted. Rude.
With his attitude being your first impression of him, you decided to observe him more. He was tall, lanky, and had a mouth that just looked like it was made for snide remarks. The glasses perched on his nose gave him a false sense of kindness and soft mannerisms that didnโt match the bored, piercing look in his eyes. Something about him made your skin prickle.
You offered your name, trying to make small talk as you continued to wait because maybe he wasnโt so bad after all and you were just making assumptions?
He just nodded. โTsukishima.โ No first name. No smile.
You stood there, dumbfounded at his tone and right then and there, you decided immediately: you didnโt like him.
-
It didnโt take long for things to even more of a sour turn.ย
As if the universe didnโt hate you enough, he was in so many of your other classes.
Tsukishima always had something to say. Always has something to argue,ย Whether it was during lecture discussions, group debates, or casual commentary in the hallwayโ he had the annoying ability to make you feel like your ideas were isiotic even when you knew they werenโt.
You'd raise your hand in class, offering a passionate argument on a literary theme, and before you could even finish, his voice would cut in with a counterpoint all while in a calm, quiet, irritatingly confident tone of voice.ย
The first time he challenged you outright during a discussion, it was in front of the packed lecture hall in your literature class. Youโd barely finished your point about the topic when his voice cut in, quoting some stupid philosopher and immediately shifting the room's attention. A couple students murmured in agreement. Your professor nodded thoughtfully. Your face burned. Your blood boiled. He didn't raise his voice or get defensive. No, he just smirked and quoted some cheesy line like it was meant to start your downfall. And that smug look on his face? Infuriating.
โYou know, not everything has to be a competition,โ you muttered as you passed him after class.
He barely looked up from his phone. โIโm not competing. Iโm just right.โ
You stopped dead in your tracks, whipping around to glare at him.
He finally looked up, calm as ever, and added with a tilt of his head, โUnless you're admitting you lost?โ
From that moment on, it was war.
The rivalry was public and relentless. Classmates groaned whenever your hands shot up at the same time. Your professors, amused and slightly exhausted, began using you two as examples for everything from "healthy debate" to "spirited academic disagreement."
You upped your game, citing more sources, editing your arguments to perfection. But no matter what you did, he met you move for move, like you were playing the worldโs longest game of chess. Once, you caught him leaving the library at 3 a.m. the night before a major presentation. He smirked and said, "Just making sure I stay one step ahead of you."
You hated how good he was. Hated how much you wanted to beat him. Hated how thrilling it was every time he pushed you to be sharper, quicker, smarter.
And worse of all is how you hated how alive it made you feel.
-
It was like you had the worst luck. After break you walked into a class and there he was again, sitting front row.
You both ended up in the same science Gen Ed class and the professor, clearly having heard of you two, paired you together for the semester long project.
โThis is going to be fantastic,โ you said, voice flat with sarcasm.
Tsukishima didnโt look up from his laptop. โCan you manage to not be dramatic for these next few months?โ
โCan you manage to not be an asshole?โ
He smirked again. Of course he did.
Still, you met at the library that weekend, both too stubborn to back out and too competitive to risk a low grade. The air between you was filled with unspoken tension, but neither of you dared acknowledge it. You were both too proud to admit it mattered. An hour in, you were dividing the workload, building out the outline, arguing over methodology but either wayย you were still working and efficiently at that.
And then something shifted.
โYouโre not completely hopeless,โ he said, glancing at your screen.
โWow,โ you deadpanned. โHow very kind of you.โ
You said it with a sneer, but your stomach fluttered anyway.
Over the next few weeks, the library became your routine. He brought drinks, you brought snacks. You debated over formatting, but shared surprising laughs during breaks. You found his dry sense of humor addictive. And he didnโt just tolerate your sarcasmโ he matched it.
Sometimes, you caught him looking at you like he was trying to solve a puzzle, eyes flicking to your lips, lingering on your hands as you gestured, taking in your every move like there was something deeper underneath he couldnโt quite put his finger on. And sometimes, you looked back, wondering how someone so infuriating could start to feel like a comfort.
One night, you left the library late. The air was cold, and youโd forgotten your jacket. Without a word, he shrugged off his hoodie and handed it to you.
You wore it for three days before giving it back. He never askedabout it.
-
It hit you on a Thursday night.
He was sitting across from you, eyes squinting slightly behind his glasses as he read over your notes. His hair was a mess. He looked exhausted but determined. Your knees brushed under the table but neither of you pulled away.
Suddenly, it wasnโt just friendship. It wasnโt rivalry. It was him. Everything about him. The way he furrowed his brows in concentration, the way he remembered throughout the weeks that you liked matcha more than coffee, the way he made space for you at the table like it was second nature at this point.
You were in trouble.
You told yourself it was just circumstance. That it would pass once the project was done with. But it only got worse.
He started texting you just to ask you about your day or just send you random articles about topics you both talked about the day prior. He dragged you to a science museum for your project but ended up wandering the exhibits with you like it was a date. He brushed your shoulder, lingered when he handed you notes, stared at your mouth a little too long when you talked or smiled.
โYouโre not what I expected,โ he said one night on your walk home.
โYeah?โ
โYeah. I donโt hate this.โ
Your heart clenched painfully. Because you didnโt hate it either. And thatโs what terrified you.
But it was also everything else.
You noticed the little things. How his fingers would tap when he was trying not to say something. How he sat closer to you every week, until your bags touched. How he rolled his eyes at you in class, but smiled when you laughed at something dumb. He didnโt flirt but that is only because he didnโt know how. But his affection was in the details.
You found yourself rereading your text threads just to feel close to him whenever you wouldnโt meet up. You looked for him first in every room. You caught yourself doodling his name in the margins of your notes and hated that youโd become that person.
Then one night, he handed you a USB drive, silent and unreadable.
โWhatโs this?โ you asked.
โThe photos from the museum. You said you wanted to use them in the presentation.โ
You opened the files later that night, expecting exhibit photos.
Half of them were of you.
Candid, focused, smiling. You hadnโt even known he was taking them.
And thatโs when you knew,
You were in love with him.
And maybe he felt it too.
But that maybe is what drove you away.
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You panicked. Every instinct screamed at you to retreat, to put up your walls before you fell any deeper. So you skipped your next meeting. Left his texts on read. Started arriving to class late and leaving early. You convinced yourself it was necessary to keep things from getting complicated, from becoming real. But it already was
You started skipping study sessions. Delayed your replies to his texts. Avoided eye contact in lectures. Told yourself you were just keeping things in check, keeping things safe.
Except it wasnโt safe. It was lonely.
Every second you spent apart from him felt like you were being punished for wanting something you didnโt deserve. Your chest ached with words you couldn't say, and your throat burned with the effort of pretending you didnโt care. You told yourself it was better this way and that the line between rivals and something more was too blurry, too risky. That Tsukishima Kei would never look at you that way.
But when you saw him across the room, laughing with someone else, you felt hollow. And when you heard his name but not his voice, it was a reminder of everything you were pushing away.
Tsukishima noticed. Of course he did.
He caught you outside lecture one day, voice sharper than anything youโve heard from him before.
โYouโre avoiding me.โ
You didnโt answer. Just shifted your weight awkwardly.
โWhy?โ he pressed.
โIโm justโฆ busy.โ
โBullshit.โ
You flinched. His eyes burned into your own.
โWhy does it matter?โ you snapped.
He looked like youโd slapped him.
โBecause I thought we wereโฆ something,โ he said, voice low, almost hoarse. โI donโt know what, butโฆ not just rivals anymore.โ
You couldnโt answer. Couldnโt breathe. Couldnโt bear to see that hurt look in his eyes. So you turned and walked away.
But with every step, it felt like something inside you was unraveling.
You couldnโt sleep that night. Every sarcastic comment, every stolen glance, every near-confession played on a loop in your mind like a movie you couldnโt pause. You kept telling yourself it was better this way, clean lines, no blurred boundaries but all it felt like was losing.
Because for the first time, you didnโt want to win anything.
You just wanted him.
-
A few days passed since you walked away from him.
You didnโt see him in the library. You didnโt get a single message. Your matcha tasted worse. Everything felt heavierโฆweirder.
You saw him sitting on the library steps one evening, framed by golden light from the tall windows behind him. The campus was quiet, wispy pink clouds scattered the sky, and he looked so still, so unlike his usual collected self. He looked up as you approached, headphones around his neck, a question in his eyes that he didnโt voice. You didnโt need him to. You already knew.
โI miss you,โ you said, voice trembling.
He blinked slowly, like he was trying to make sense of your presence.
โI was scared,โ you admitted. โOf you. Of me. Of what this was turning into. It was easier to pretend it didnโt matter.โ
โBut it does,โ he said softly.
You nodded. โIt really, really does.โ
Silence settled between you like snow.
Then, โI thought I was the only one,โ he confessed. โThought I was misreading everything. That I ruined it.โ
โNo,โ you breathed, and reached for his hand. โYou didnโt ruin anything. I did. And I want to fix it.โ
He looked down at your joined hands, then up at you, something unreadable in his expression.
โI didnโt know how to stop needing you,โ he said, voice low. โEven when you pulled away.โ
You leaned your forehead against his. โThen donโt stop.โ
And when he kissed you, it was like everything youโd been running from caught up to you all at once. The longing, the fear, the electricity of what had always been there. It was messy, and warm, and real.
You laughed against his lips.
โWhat?โ he murmured.
โI still kind of hate you,โ you whispered.
โGood,โ he said. โBecause I love you.โ
"THE WEIGHT OF A SINGLE WORD"
Some wounds arenโt carved by time, but by words that can never be taken back.
With Tsukishima, you never expected sweet words or grand gestures. His love was quiet, hidden in the smallest things: lending you his scarf when you forgot yours, waiting for your texts late at night even if he acted like it was an inconvenience, adjusting his long strides so you could walk beside him.
But lately, those quiet things had stopped.
It wasnโt sudden. It was gradual, like sand slipping through your fingers. The dinners where he used to ask about your day turned into evenings where he scrolled through his phone, barely responding. The small touchesโhis hand brushing against yours, his chin resting on your shoulderโbecame rare.
And then came the words.
One night, you were sitting together in his apartment. You had been telling him about something that happened at work, a funny story you thought heโd like. But halfway through, he sighed and muttered under his breathโ โDo you ever stop talking?โ
You froze.
He didnโt even look at you. Didnโt see the way your throat closed, the way your chest ached at the sharpness of it. He just kept scrolling through his phone like it didnโt matter. Like you didnโt matter.
You laughed it off, because what else could you do? โSorryโฆ guess I ramble sometimes.โ
But that night, you lay awake next to him, eyes open, staring at the ceiling while his back faced you. You replayed the moment over and over, hearing it louder each time. Do you ever stop talking?
And slowly, you did.
You stopped telling him about your day. Stopped sharing your excitement, your fears, your small joys. You grew quieter, careful, walking on eggshells so you wouldnโt be โtoo much.โ And he didnโt notice. Or maybe he did, but said nothing.
The apartment grew silent. Not peaceful silence, but heavy, suffocating silence.
And the worst part? You still loved him. Even when he made you feel unwanted. Even when your laughter died in your throat. Even when the person you once wereโbright, talkative, aliveโfaded into someone quieter, smaller, dimmer.
One evening, as you were washing dishes, he glanced at you and frowned. โYouโve been quiet lately. Itโs weird.โ
You almost laughed at the irony. Instead, you whispered, โYou told me I talk too much.โ
For the first time, he froze. He remembered. The offhanded remark, the look on your face. And suddenly, he realized: you had taken it to heart. You had believed him.
But by then, it was too late.
Because you werenโt the same anymore. And no matter what he said, no matter how he tried to take it back, Tsukishima knew he had killed something fragile between youโnot with a fight, not with a breakup, but with a single careless sentence that lingered like poison in the air.

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no matter what, tsukishima kei will always run to youโฆ
โi donโt love you,โ
he couldnโt get those words out of his head. no matter the situation tsukishima kei knows those words shouldnโt have left his mouth. especially when he didnโt mean it.
tsukishima couldnโt believe how easy it was for you to say youโd be passing on this opportunity, a chance to turn your dream into reality. why? all because you wanted to be with him, to remain at his side.
god, he loves you, heโs been in love with you since the moment you walked into his first year of his junior high class with a bright smile and friendly greeting. so yes, a selfish part of him did want you to stay, to continue being with him. but not at the cost of your dreamsโ of your future.
the middle blocker glances up at the clock set in the center of the schoolโs gym. tsukishima uses the towel in his hands to wipe the sweat off his face, eyebrows furrowed together in deep thought.
would he make it? if tsukishima ran out of the gym and straight to your house, would he get a chance to take it all back?
โstop thinking about it and go,โ his captain, daichi spoke up breaking his younger teammatesโ train of thought. he hadnโt realized the looks of concern from everyone on the team, the way their eyes practically begged him to do what he needed to do.
thatโs all it takes for tsukishima to sprint out the gym, the sudden cold air hitting against his warm skin sends shivers down his spine. he runs past the strangers on the street, hoping over anything and everything that gets in his way.
tsukishima doesnโt let himself stop, it doesnโt matter if his legs begin to hurt, or if his entire body feels as if itโs about to collapse. he canโt let you leave thinking he isnโt completely and utterly in love with you.
the blonde is so focused on you, he doesnโt notice the familiar car of your parentsโ driving past him.
you notice him, as you always have.
your eyes grow wide as you realizes heโs running in the direction of your home. โstop the car!โ you shout startling your parents, your father doesnโt hesitate to listen to your instructions. both of your parents turning to look at you with worried expressions, you say nothing and rush out of the car.
you donโt hesitate to take off after him, nor do you hesitate to scream his name at the top of your lungs. tsukishima stops in his tracks at the sudden sound of your voice calling his name. his head whips around in your direction, he doesnโt give himself a second to catch his breathe. you watch him sprint to you in full speed, his arms wrapping around your body to pull you into his chest.
his hand strokes the back of your head, โi didnโt mean it, i didnโt mean what i said.โ the sound of his voice cracking, and the way he tries holding you closed than you already are leads to the tears sliding down your face.
your own arms wrap around his large frame, โi know.โ
โi love you.โ
you ignore the call of your name coming from your mother as you step away from his arms. tsukishima watches your fingers fiddle with the back of your necklace, you remove the jewelry from your body before stepping close to him.
โiโll see you again.โ you place the necklace in the palm of his hand before stepping on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
tsukishima watches you head in the direction of your car, his own tears fighting to be set free. he does his best to remain calm, to seem as if everything will be alright. but you know he isnโt okay. you notice in the way his eyes anxiously flicker from your car to the ground, the way he tries to steady his breath, and the way his hands are tightly clenched together at his side.
you let out a shake breath turning away from the back window of the car. the second you do, tsukishima lets out a gut wrenching sob with his hand holding your necklace close to his heart. it doesnโt matter how many years go by, tsukishima kei will always be in love with you.
all he can hope is that youโll feel the same way.
ยฉ iCREAMcake, 2026. do not repost, edit, copy, translate, feed or copy into Al or plagiarize my works.
I think I've already requested this but since I'm not sure and you're back now I'll just ask again:
I would love it if you could write a readerรSeungmin (or Felix (but if you think there's another member who suits better feel free to ignore my suggestion)) first love story where they both start having feelings for each other. But since it's her first time feeling like this she is super scared and backs away anytime he makes a move because she's scared it's not what she wants + she doubts whether she's even good enough for him.
Donโt pull away
Seungmin x f!reader
Synopsis: Falling for Seungmin should feel easy, especially when heโs nothing but gentle, patient, and quietly devoted. But for the first time, your feelings are too real to ignore, and every soft glance or almost-touch sends you running before he can get too close. When Seungmin finally confronts you about pulling away, the truth comes spilling out: youโre scared youโre not good enough for him. But Seungmin isnโt willing to let you believe that. Not when all he wants is to love you exactly as you are.
Cw: none just fluff!
a/n: haii im so sorry i didnโt get to you request beforee. But i hope you enjoy it, this was super fun to write!!
wc: 2,034
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Seungmin had a way of caring that made it impossible to pretend he didnโt.
He never announced it. Never made a show of it. He just remembered.
He remembered that you liked your coffee with more milk than coffee, that you always forgot your scarf even when the weather was cold enough to bite, that you hated walking too close to the road. Somehow, every time the pavement narrowed, he ended up on the outside without saying a word.
It should have been easy to ignore.
It was not.
สษ artist/idol!๐ฑyune x gn!๐ปeader
hyunnie finds your sketchbook ?!
a/n - first post new acc yay !!!! drawings arent mine all of them r from pinterest
Tsukishima Kei Texts
There will be swearing in these
BF TEXTS W TSUKISHIMA !!
เป๊ฑ โงโห kei tsukishima x reader
cw: joking ab breaking up, very stupid roblox games, suggestive texts from reader, tsuki being a big ole baby who misses his gf, job mention, plotting to put tsukishima in a sexy nurse costume ๐
ยฉ๏ธ guttrbug 2026
don't steal plz โค๏ธ

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TEXTS WITH TSUKISHIMA
tags/tws โ swearing, reader gets called a princess, sassiness & my first tumblr smau lol
โ TSUKISHIMA KEI ๐๐ boyfriend texts ๐๐
แฐ content warning ; smau ใ profanity ใ a touch of yachi x yamaguchi ใ sarcasm ใ he loves u, promise ใ shit talking is his love language ใ sassy tsuki.
TEXTS W TSUKKI! ๐ค
fem!reader, established relationship, college!kei, he's a huuuuge tsundere, yamaguchi mentions
ยฉ ctrlkenma, 2025.
๐ BOYFRIEND TEXTS , KEI TSUKISHIMA
summary : texts with your boyfriend, tsukishima !
genre : fluff
note : GAHH I DIDN'T NOTICE I SPELLED HEAR INSTEAD OF HERE (๏ผ ะ)๏พ ๏พ
mlist โก
ยฉnimuete , do not plagiarize, repost it somewhere else, or translate my work please !
texts with tsukishima kei pt. 2๐ถ
tsukishima x reader trying to flirt with bro in text (he's your classmate) part 1 โ๏ธ part 3 grah i dont think this is good but genuinesly cant think; last chat isnt gender neutral

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Texts between Kei Tsukishima and his weird neighbour part 2
part 1
gn reader
Texts between Kei Tsukishima and his weird neighbour
part 2
gn reader
The note was taped to his window and said "like this?"