Yamaguchi Tadashi X Reader - Tumblr Posts

"Does it seem like something's up with Yamaguchi?" the third years ask each other as they watch him sulk out of the gym.

"He hasn't been himself lately," Ennoshita confirms. Others are about to add their own observations when Kageyama cuts in.

"It's cuz he got dumped."

"Bakeyama! You didn't have to say it like that!" scolds Hinata and the setter gives him a derisive look.

"But it's true."

Hinata throws a bottle at him. "You could be more considerate!"

"You can't even spell considerate," he snaps, launching a ball in Hinata's direction. The second and third years gather on a water break watching the devolving spectacle of first years but it's not the fighting pair that holds most of their attention.

It's Tsukishima.

The blonde, who's normally adding salt to the wounds Hinata and Kageyama inflict on each other, is sitting in a far corner of the gym arms wrapped around knees pulled up to his chest.

"Do you think..." murmurs Asahi. Tsukishima gets up and silently leaves: the third and second years exchange worried glances.

"Door for you, honey," your mom calls upstairs and you reluctantly trudge down to see

"Tsukishima." You scowl. "What are you doing here?"

Standing on your porch in his practice clothes he looks oddly...humbled. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" You cross your arms without inviting him in.

"Yamaguchi." He has trouble meeting your eye as he carefully chooses his words. "Why did you break up with him?"

Your eyes narrow. "Because of you, obviously." He had the decency to blush even if it's faint. "I can't stand you or being around you."

"But you weren't dating me-"

"Obviously, smartass," you snap, the pent-up emotion rushing out. "But I was dating your best friend and I couldn't stand being around you. So rather than forcing the guy I'm in love with to choose between me and his best friend I ended it. I wouldn't give him an ultimatum!"

"And you think I would?!" he demands, angry at the implication.

"Of course you would! Because rather than admit you actually care about Yamaguchi or, heaven forbid, acknowledge that he's your best friend, you put him in a terrible position!"

Tsukishima's jar clenches as his own words echo in his mind.

If I'm that upsetting then just don't be around me any more.

You admonishingly shake your head. "You know, the jaded attitude doesn't actually protect yourself from getting hurt, you're just ensuring that it happens."

You graciously give him a long minute to answer but he doesn't.

You're not surprised.

"Be grateful that Yamaguchi thinks you're good enough to be friends with him." You give him one last hard look before closing the door without a goodbye.

Sugawara strolls down the first years' hall... No intention to intervene, he's just curious... And he catches a glimpse of Tsukishima talking to Yamaguchi. It gives the veteran setter a glimmer of hope that his kouhai are working things out, whatever's going on between them.

You're more bothered by Tsukishima's visit yesterday than you'd like to admit. It's been hard enough denying yourself the joy of being with Yamaguchi but seeing him today after the blonde's visit has made the hole in your chest burn. You can't even focus to get your shoes on.

All you want to do is get out of this miserable school and your stupid fingers won't cooperate! You're about to give up and walk home barefoot when there's a timid call of your name.

You take slow, easy breaths as he walks up. "Hey Tadashi..." you gulp, trying to hold your voice steady, "what's up?"

He's red under his freckles and looks...jittery. "Tsuki told me he talked to you."

Your eyes widen; now you're jittery. "He...He did?"

Yamaguchi nods with a gulp like he's holding himself back. "Y-Yeah. He said I should talk to you...because maybe breaking up with me wasn't...wasn't what you really wanted?"

"It's not," you whisper despite the promise to yourself not to make Tadashi choose.

He smiles and takes a tentative step forward. "Do you...Do you want to be together again?" When you don't respond he rubs the back of his neck, misreading the silence. "S-Sorry...maybe I should've--"

"Stop being stupid." Tsukishima comes around the corner. Anger flares in your belly and you prepare to rip him apart for being such an asshole to Tadashi but he's looking

At you.

Your words start to snarl but Yamaguchi sternly cuts him off.

"Tsuki. That's the opposite of an apology."

Surprise wipes the anger from your face.

"Sorry." Tsukishima gives you a flat look...it's not expressly apologetic but it's not openly hostile. "I'm going to work on my attitude."

Hinata and Kageyama sprint past screaming like feral children and Tsukishima amends "my attitude toward you two."

Yamaguchi snickers and the sound feels like sunshine and raindrops in your chest. He grins when he sees you smiling.

"I love you, Tadashi."

The greenette's eyes pop and he flushes a bright red as Tsukishima smirks.

He mutters "told you so" and dances out of the way when you swat at him. "See you at practice," he says with the hint of a smile as he strolls off to practice.

Yamaguchi tenderly takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

"I love you, too."

stargazing ᵕ̈        yamaguchi tadashi x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : when your very hardworking ⋮⋮  love falls asleep after coming home again  

📋 content     ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮     ♡ # 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 🥛     ♡ # 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 - 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱     ♡ # ~600 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

🧸 directory  ‹ ✩  like what you read ? check out more of my blog !  •ᴗ•

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thinking abt counting every last freckle on yamaguchi tadashi's gorgeous face ”

even over the tv's droning noise, you hear that faint sound of snoring. with your head gently resting on his chest, you know yamaguchi tadashi is knocked out above you right now. 

all you can do is stare absentmindedly at the glowing screen in front of you both in the living room. because how can you follow along with this tv show's plot when it is quite actually taking every fiber of your being not to turn your head to look at the view you exactly know is there?

no matter how many times you hear the keys jangle as tadashi unlocks the door to your humble little shared apartment, 

he drops his bag next to his never-quite-polished-enough shoes, 

throws off his employee id and comes searching for you with nothing but outstretched arms that yearn to hold you as he tells you about "the longest day" at work,

drapes himself over you all throughout the making of dinner in the kitchen, or as you retrieve the take-out that was dropped off at the front door, 

says "the dishes can be for tomorrow" and suggests to instead finish that show that for some odd reason you two have never been able to get through, 

and falls asleep by the time you get through a second episode–still in his work clothes except for an undone tie hanging loosely around his slightly unbuttoned shirt, mind you–with you snug against him just like this...

you could never get tired of that moment you start to hear the light in-and-out of breathing, right by your ear, tickling the back of your neck. the funny feeling of butterflies always erupts in your chest at that point.

among the many nights you've found yourself in this moment, there have been a few where you've taken the risk in waking your hardworking tadashi up, to see the picture of very peace itself (you firmly believe it is, at least):

everything is still, except for one or two stray strands of tadashi's hair, which gets blown about by the air conditioning unit not too far away from where you two are on the couch. his lips are parted the tiniest bit as his mind and body is having a well-deserved rest, and it would be comical if you didn't find him just so damn charming. and his long lashes are ever so slightly brushed against the freckles that adorn his nose and cheeks.

what's insane is that as annoying the tv is in this scenario, it serves a very vital role. it lights up those alluring freckles, as a colorful reflection of whatever's going on in the forever-unfinished show dances on your tadashi's sleeping face. it makes his freckles shine almost like they're stars.

if tadashi hasn't woken up by the turning of your body at that point (his arms are still very securely wrapped around you, by the way), 

and his eyes haven't reluctantly fluttered open, 

and you haven't had to gently remind him that he should probably change out of his work clothes and freshen up before he falls asleep again, 

and the two of you sadly untangle yourselves and depart from your perfectly comfy position on the couch,

and the apartment air suddenly feels staggeringly cold...

you've enjoyed facing him like that for a while. you would count each star over and over again, finding new constellations and nebulas and comets each time–

no, you can't risk it tonight, you think this time. that image brings you so much enjoyment it's naturally been engrained in your memory, anyway. just close your eyes, and picture it again.

but maybe one look can't hurt. maybe tonight, the risk isn't so bad. you realize: you have many more nights to spend filled with your favorite stars, after all.

trailing off bc you think no one is listening to you only for the quiet one of the group to nudge your foot w theirs ): so you continue talking — quieter this time — and they’re not looking at you but you see a lil quirk of their lips and the occasional head nods when you pause ):

chifuyu, hakkai, kakucho, saiki, aren, asahi, yamaguchi, fukunaga, kenma, semi semi, mori, barbatos, belphie, satan, your fave <3