Anonymous asked:
just read your fic sunkissed and it's so cuteeeeee I love the bet between kuroo and bokuto,,, also pining tsukki is my favorite
thank you so much, anon! :D this was a very sweet message to see this morning.
Anonymous asked:
just read your fic sunkissed and it's so cuteeeeee I love the bet between kuroo and bokuto,,, also pining tsukki is my favorite
thank you so much, anon! :D this was a very sweet message to see this morning.
This illustration is for Marks great matchablossom fic With Potential. Thanks again for the organisers of the SK8 bang.
isn’t this adorable?? aren’t they sweet?? okay, kojiro is sweet. kaoru’s a little delinquent, but i still love him very much.
if you want to read my fic, you can do that here. SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom (Joe/Cherry), E, 21500 words. No major warnings, but there is some minor recreational substance use and it’s rated E for a reason. 😌
this is my assignment for @haikyuusecretsanta, written for @mobkaibigan‘s request!
haikyuu!!, t, 3500 words, tsukishima kei/yamaguchi tadashi, in love as always
“What are you looking at, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asks, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.
“You, I guess,” Tsukishima says without thinking about it.
reblogging because i can do that!
this is my assignment for @haikyuusecretsanta, written for @mobkaibigan‘s request!
haikyuu!!, t, 3500 words, tsukishima kei/yamaguchi tadashi, in love as always
“What are you looking at, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asks, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.
“You, I guess,” Tsukishima says without thinking about it.
Some ferdibert fic for ferdibert week! Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Ferdinand/Hubert, 11750 words, T
Hubert gets chosen for the White Heron Cup and Ferdinand gives him dance lessons. Oh, and also they hate each other (for now).
Hubert rolled his eyes and sighed, a long, slow exhalation of air that went on for so long that Ferdinand became seriously impressed with his lung capacity. “I have never danced a day in my life.”
“What,” Ferdinand said flatly. “What! But I am a wonderful dancer! And you are the only heir to a noble family. Certainly you’ve attended balls, have you not? I cannot imagine—”
“But,” Hubert interrupted, a slow smile creeping across his reptilian face, “if it bothers you, then I’m incredibly happy to have been selected.” He leaned in so close that Ferdinand had to purse his lips because he definitely wouldn’t lean back. With him this near, Hubert’s eyes seemed brighter and Ferdinand could feel the heat coming from his skin. “What an honor.”
Some ferdibert fic for ferdibert week! Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Ferdinand/Hubert, 11750 words, T
Hubert gets chosen for the White Heron Cup and Ferdinand gives him dance lessons. Oh, and also they hate each other (for now).
Hubert rolled his eyes and sighed, a long, slow exhalation of air that went on for so long that Ferdinand became seriously impressed with his lung capacity. “I have never danced a day in my life.”
“What,” Ferdinand said flatly. “What! But I am a wonderful dancer! And you are the only heir to a noble family. Certainly you’ve attended balls, have you not? I cannot imagine—”
“But,” Hubert interrupted, a slow smile creeping across his reptilian face, “if it bothers you, then I’m incredibly happy to have been selected.” He leaned in so close that Ferdinand had to purse his lips because he definitely wouldn’t lean back. With him this near, Hubert’s eyes seemed brighter and Ferdinand could feel the heat coming from his skin. “What an honor.”
All of my Tsukkiyama Week fills are posted here, all rated G or T. Comments and kudos and likes and reblogs are all fine and, in fact, great.
@hypmic-bigbang fics went live!
Wanderlust, Hypnosis Mic, Dice/Gentaro, 26,000 words, rated E. Story by @nonnegative, art by IntoMemories on Twitter.
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“So I suppose that ends another chapter on my life,” Gentaro said, looking up to the topmost stone to find his friend’s name. “It seems like a rather lot of chapters for twenty-six years, don’t you think? Possibly there’s spillover from another one of my lives.”
He could almost picture it, the way his friend used to laugh and call him melodramatic. It was the thing that grounded him in the early days, though Gentaro had more ways of doing that now.
“But try not to miss me too much, I’m sure I’ll return to you in due time. And thank you, as always, for listening,” Gentaro said, touching his lips to his fingertips before pressing them to the memorial again.
He stood up and straightened his shoulders and, with his last goodbyes, walked away from his old life, at least for the time being.
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Future fic where Dice and Gentaro get out of Shibuya for a while. This baby holds all the cliches: slow burn, gambling, bedsharing, house sharing, pathetic Gentaro, angst, no more angst, mic battles, Ramuda. You name it!
Please don’t repost any part of this. Reblogs okay.
Bump!
@hypmic-bigbang fics went live!
Wanderlust, Hypnosis Mic, Dice/Gentaro, 26,000 words, rated E. Story by @nonnegative, art by IntoMemories on Twitter.
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“So I suppose that ends another chapter on my life,” Gentaro said, looking up to the topmost stone to find his friend’s name. “It seems like a rather lot of chapters for twenty-six years, don’t you think? Possibly there’s spillover from another one of my lives.”
He could almost picture it, the way his friend used to laugh and call him melodramatic. It was the thing that grounded him in the early days, though Gentaro had more ways of doing that now.
“But try not to miss me too much, I’m sure I’ll return to you in due time. And thank you, as always, for listening,” Gentaro said, touching his lips to his fingertips before pressing them to the memorial again.
He stood up and straightened his shoulders and, with his last goodbyes, walked away from his old life, at least for the time being.
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Future fic where Dice and Gentaro get out of Shibuya for a while. This baby holds all the cliches: slow burn, gambling, bedsharing, house sharing, pathetic Gentaro, angst, no more angst, mic battles, Ramuda. You name it!
Please don’t repost any part of this. Reblogs okay.
by Anonymous
It’s like Yamaguchi is in his own private hell, which he supposes he is: stuck in an airport in Tokyo at midnight, helpless to do anything while Tsukishima’s flight gets delayed again and again.
Words: 508, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
(this is me! i know this says anonymous here, but it’s just because it was anon when it hit the rss feeds.)
New fic! Akiteru/The Little Giant, Haikyuu!!, T, 5500 words. The Little Giant rolled up seven years late carrying Starbucks and I immediately needed to write fic about him.
As if on cue, Hinata starts bouncing up and down. He’s practically vibrating. “I can’t believe I’m going to play volleyball with the first Little Giant!” he says. “I thought you said you didn’t play anymore!”
“Ah,” Tenma says. He turns around to face the front again, unable to deal with Hinata’s sunshiney brightness right then. “I don’t really. Tsukishima-san asked and I thought it might be fun.” He twiddles his thumbs in his lap. “I couldn’t even find my old volleyball shoes until my mom said she thought they might be under my bed.”
“This will be fun!” Akiteru says. “And you can call me Akiteru. Tsukishima-san is my dad.”
“You can call me Tsukishima-san,” Kei calls from the backseat.
bump!
New fic! Akiteru/The Little Giant, Haikyuu!!, T, 5500 words. The Little Giant rolled up seven years late carrying Starbucks and I immediately needed to write fic about him.
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As if on cue, Hinata starts bouncing up and down. He’s practically vibrating. “I can’t believe I’m going to play volleyball with the first Little Giant!” he says. “I thought you said you didn’t play anymore!”
“Ah,” Tenma says. He turns around to face the front again, unable to deal with Hinata’s sunshiney brightness right then. “I don’t really. Tsukishima-san asked and I thought it might be fun.” He twiddles his thumbs in his lap. “I couldn’t even find my old volleyball shoes until my mom said she thought they might be under my bed.”
“This will be fun!” Akiteru says. “And you can call me Akiteru. Tsukishima-san is my dad.”
“You can call me Tsukishima-san,” Kei calls from the backseat.
if anyone likes polyamorous m/m/f threesomes where everyone’s kind of a mess before working things out and also kissing, well, do i have the fic for you!
hq, tsukishima/yamaguchi/yachi, rated t, ~6700 words
“Wow,” Yachi breathed.
Tadashi glanced sidelong at her. Yachi’s eyes were wide and her hands were balled up near her mouth. He couldn’t blame her for that; Tsukishima’s blocks had that kind of effect on people.
“Tsukki’s amazing,” Tadashi agreed.
“Amazing,” Yachi echoed, her eyes following as Tsukishima reluctantly put up his hands so Tanaka could high-five him. She smiled at Tadashi again. “Yes, he really is, isn’t he?”
Something about the way she said it made Tadashi look down at his shoes. He’d heard that tone when girls talked about Tsukishima before and, the thing about it was, it almost hurt more because he couldn’t disagree with them. Tsukishima was cool. Tsukishima was handsome and interesting and a puzzle. Tsukishima was someone who was worth getting to know. And he couldn’t blame them for not being interested in him instead.
Title: Keep It Like a Secret
Pairing: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Word count: 7746
Rating: T
Potential Trigger Warnings: None! The characters are adults who drink alcohol, though, in case that bothers anyone.
If it had been anyone other than Yamaguchi, Tsukishima would have gone for it a long time ago. After all, with anyone else, what did he have to lose? But the answer with Yamaguchi was a lot, especially knowing the risk wouldn’t pay off, and Tsukishima didn’t feel the way he did about Yamaguchi about anyone else.
This is my @haikyuusecretsanta gift for @toganeshiro! I hope you like it.
stop me before i hypmic again (or, you know, don’t).
Hypnosis Microphone, Ramuda/Jakurai, M, 6400 words, TDD-era fic dedicated to the fact that ramuda is a walking incorrect quote and, hmmm, more angsty than originally intended:
And then he spoke: “Aohitsugi Samatoki? My name is Jinguji Jakurai, and I’ll be your doctor today.”
“You gave my real name?!” Samatoki hissed.
“Shut up, five,” Ramuda hissed back urgently, sitting up straight as Jakurai’s voice hit him square in the chest and then took a sharp turn south. “A ten is speaking.”