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tsukkiyama month - day 7
Ah yes the fandom thing I’ve never been in and have somehow never figured out via osmosis, despite having about 200 friends who have been sucked into the j-pop or k-pop vortex. ~485 words, G, marks do you ever get sick of moon imagery? Nope.
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Tadashi loves being on stage. He loves the lights, he loves the cheering crowds, he loves singing songs, and he’s been at it long enough now that he doesn’t even mind the dancing anymore. But what he loves more than anything is glancing off-stage and seeing Tsukki waiting for him in the wings. If he looks when Tsukki’s not expecting it, he might even catch him smiling or – blessed days – tapping his foot.
After his final encore, Tadashi runs off stage. Tsukki hands him a bottle of water and a towel, like always.
“Thanks, Manager-chan,” Tadashi says. He chugs the bottle and wipes his face with the towel, handing it back to Tsukki when he’s done. Their hands overlap and Tadashi might be imagining it, but he thinks Tsukki squeezes his hand when they do.
tsukkiyama month - day 8
i skipped Day 7′s prompt, but i think i’m winding back to it later today. this one’s Day 8′s Office Workers AU. G, ~520 words.
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“See you tomorrow!” Yachi smiled and waved on her way to the elevator. “Don’t work too hard,” she added.
Yamaguchi saluted her from his desk, which was kind of a copout answer, but she’d just do her cute worried frown thing if he told her he was planning on staying until his desk was clear. This was because Yamaguchi’s desk was never clear, especially not during the busy season. Once, he fell asleep right on a pile of file folders and woke up just in time for people to congratulate him on getting into the office so early.
Look who’s finally done her stupid lizard fic. (Hint: Me. It’s me.)
Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, E, 51,773 words. Yamaguchi buys Tsukishima a lizard for his birthday and then pines for many chapters. It all works out.
tsukkiyama month - day 6
Can you tell I’ve been watching a lot of Recovery of an MMO Junkie? For the record, I don’t think people who quit their jobs are losers. Tsukishima is what we in the fanfic biz like to call an “unreliable narrator.” ~720 words, G.
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Tsukishima hid behind his shield, trying to keep it propped up against his back as he healed the guild Captain. Sawamura’s avatar popped back up immediately and slapped Tsukishima on the back, hard. If this were real life instead of a game, Tsukishima would have fallen over.
“Thought I was done for,” Sawamura said and dashed off after Azumane to complete the campaign, the rest of the team following close behind. Tsukishima was deciding if he should bother following them when a pop-up appeared announcing Yamaguchi’s arrival. He entered the game already in a fighting stance, a huge grin on his face, which slipped off as soon as he realized almost everyone had gone on ahead.
“Man!” Yamaguchi said, spear already in hand, propping it up on his shoulder. “I miss everything fun when I get caught at work!”
tsukkiyama month - day 5
I’m honestly pretty awful at crossovers, so I went the fairy tale AU route. This is a play off The Crane Wife, but with a happy ending because that’s how I roll. 1071(!!) words, G.
Anyway, after I wrote this, it occurred to me that Jurassic Park might have been a better fusion, so please feel free to steal that idea, anyone.
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Tsukishima lived alone, and that was the way he liked it. He ventured into town for food and supplies when he had to, and people in the village would consult with him because his ideas were always good, but in general, he had no time for people and his sour demeanor put off anyone who might wish to prove otherwise.
One day, Tsukishima was gathering herbs from the garden behind his house when he heard a pitiful sound. It wasn’t a person crying or the sad baying of a dog or wolf, but a scratchy long caw that would have been a whine if it had been higher pitched. He went off in search of the noise and found an injured young crow. Its wing was bent at a strange angle and all of the feathers on its head were ruffled indignantly, forming a point on top. It was honestly the most pathetic sight Tsukishima had ever seen, and he considered putting the thing out of its misery.
But just then the bird hopped over to Tsukishima’s foot and pecked at his sandal with its beak, letting out another long caw and narrowing its eyes at him. It seemed to be saying what the hell, dude? It’s just a wing. Are you saying you want someone to kill you if you break your arm? That’s messed up.
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