Hey, look new fic. Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, E, 8000 words.
This is a sequel to Skin in the Game, which I wrote almost exactly a year ago and features things like buying condoms, watching vids, and not using those condoms.
This fic involves watching vids AND using those condoms. And sap. So much sap.
A fucking DELIGHT
Was that a pun
Hey, look new fic. Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, E, 8000 words.
This is a sequel to Skin in the Game, which I wrote almost exactly a year ago and features things like buying condoms, watching vids, and not using those condoms.
This fic involves watching vids AND using those condoms. And sap. So much sap.
Hey, look new fic. Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, E, 8000 words.
This is a sequel to Skin in the Game, which I wrote almost exactly a year ago and features things like buying condoms, watching vids, and not using those condoms.
This fic involves watching vids AND using those condoms. And sap. So much sap.
I wrote a fic for SportsFest! Tsukishima/Kageyama, 1800 words, M - futurefic, post-breakup exhibitionism in a restaurant with a happy ending (both kinds). Please read the notes before reading!
It was Kageyama who ended things, back at the end of third year. Tsukishima got into Tohoku, and Kageyama had been recruited and was moving to Tokyo with Hinata. It wasn’t like their thing was a real thing anyway; just a lot of hookups in places where they almost got caught by their teammates or coaches. Thinking about dark corners or empty closets where Tsukishima used his hands or mouth on him as footsteps approached was enough to get his heart pounding like he was on the court. It was possible Kageyama had a public thing. It was possible Tsukishima liked exploiting that, or maybe he had a public thing, too. Whatever it was, it was over now, and Tsukishima looked pretty fucking relaxed about it.
Kageyama scowled down into his lap.
[BTW, for my bonus round fills, anything under 1000 words I’ll be compiling and posting as one collection at the end of summer, kind of like I did after SASO last year once I figured out what I was doing. I’ve been linking everything as I go on Twitter, so feel free to follow over there!]
New fic! Dice/Gentaro, M, 5300 words. Dice is a stray and Gentaro doesn’t understand human feelings.
Dice’s kidney is safe. The rest of him, too, after Gentaro uses his prettiest words and parts with a decent amount of money to solve Dice’s latest problem.
“You know,” Gentaro says as he lets Dice inside his apartment, “sometimes men who want your body aren’t going to wait for you to offer it first. Sometimes they just take it.”
Dice groans as he steps past the threshold and takes off his shoes, lining them up neatly against the wall without Gentaro even having to ask. That’s nice. Unexpected, but nice. “You don’t have to put it like that,” says Dice. “The guy was gonna cut out my internal organs, not ruin my reputation.”
New fic! Dice/Gentaro, M, 5300 words. Dice is a stray and Gentaro doesn’t understand human feelings.
Dice’s kidney is safe. The rest of him, too, after Gentaro uses his prettiest words and parts with a decent amount of money to solve Dice’s latest problem.
“You know,” Gentaro says as he lets Dice inside his apartment, “sometimes men who want your body aren’t going to wait for you to offer it first. Sometimes they just take it.”
Dice groans as he steps past the threshold and takes off his shoes, lining them up neatly against the wall without Gentaro even having to ask. That’s nice. Unexpected, but nice. “You don’t have to put it like that,” says Dice. “The guy was gonna cut out my internal organs, not ruin my reputation.”
New fic! HQ, Tsukishima & Yamaguchi, 1045 words, G. Tsukishima wishes he were more like Yamaguchi when Yamaguchi starts acting more like him. I called this gen because it’s not romantic, but let’s face it, we all know the end point in my head is them getting together. Kudos and comments appreciated!
One night while they’re walking home, shoulders brushing together, Kei tentatively asks Yamaguchi how he’s doing. He just gets an overly bright, “Fine, Tsukki!” in reply.
Kei wants to grab him by his shoulders under the moonlight, wants to shout about how he’s so talented, how he has so much potential, how Kei’s so proud of him and shouldn’t ever forget that.
But Kei just says, “Okay,” and walks Yamaguchi all the way to his house, instead of taking his usual turn off.
i guess hypnosis mic is officially a real thing for me now.
Ramuda/Jakurai, 1285 words, T - Ramuda gets hurt and winds up going to Jakurai for help. I attempt to make things like ‘a doctor fixing people with his weapon microphone’ sound serious.
A year ago, this would have been Jakurai’s worst nightmare. He turned a blind eye to Ramuda’s dealings for too long, even knowing how naturally drawn he was to the twisted, unable to fully resolve Ramuda’s sunny personality with the part of him that could tear a man apart with a microphone. It was hard, after all, to fully consider a person’s bad side when you were in love, but Jakurai could only avoid the obvious for so long before everything fell apart.
New fic! Tsukkiyama, 2115 words, E, for the SportsFest Superlatives Bonus Round prompt “[NICEST HANDS] Tsukishima Kei.” I think between the rating and the prompt we all know where we’re going with this.
Tsukishima’s hands were works of art. They weren’t perfect and unblemished; that wouldn’t have been nearly as appealing. No, they were always callused and his pinky still stuck out funny from the time he jammed it when they played Shiratorizawa. But that was why Yamaguchi liked them. Those rough spots, that pinky with the weird angle – that all showed off Tsukishima’s hard work and nothing got Yamaguchi going more than that.
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New fic! Tsukkiyama, 2115 words, E, for the SportsFest Superlatives Bonus Round prompt “[NICEST HANDS] Tsukishima Kei.” I think between the rating and the prompt we all know where we’re going with this.
Tsukishima’s hands were works of art. They weren’t perfect and unblemished; that wouldn’t have been nearly as appealing. No, they were always callused and his pinky still stuck out funny from the time he jammed it when they played Shiratorizawa. But that was why Yamaguchi liked them. Those rough spots, that pinky with the weird angle – that all showed off Tsukishima’s hard work and nothing got Yamaguchi going more than that.
I wrote another longish fill for SportsFest! HQ, Kuroo/Tsukishima (I KNOW), 2677 words, E - prompt: after karasuno loses to nekoma at nationals. I just really wanted an excuse to write Tsukishima turning Kuroo’s world upside down, really really really. Maybe potential manga spoilers, sort of, but not really.
Tsukishima – well, something was off about him. The showing up in Kuroo’s room thing, for one; the intense look in his eyes another. And Kuroo knew enough about Tsukishima to know that he had to be at least as exhausted as Kuroo was just then. But the thing was, he didn’t look tired at all.
“Kuroo-san.” Tsukishima stepped into Kuroo’s room, only Kuroo hadn’t stepped back, bringing them toe-to-toe. Kuroo swallowed. Tsukishima, Kuroo noticed, was still a little taller than him, and given he had an extra two years of growing left in him, the height difference between them would probably widen. “I’m going home tomorrow morning,” Tsukishima said, his face close enough to Kuroo’s face that Kuroo could feel the words against his skin.
I wrote a fic for SportsFest! Tsukishima/Kageyama, 1800 words, M - futurefic, post-breakup exhibitionism in a restaurant with a happy ending (both kinds). Please read the notes before reading!
It was Kageyama who ended things, back at the end of third year. Tsukishima got into Tohoku, and Kageyama had been recruited and was moving to Tokyo with Hinata. It wasn’t like their thing was a real thing anyway; just a lot of hookups in places where they almost got caught by the teammates or coaches. Thinking about dark corners or empty closets where Tsukishima used his hands or mouth on him as footsteps approached was enough to get his heart pounding like he was on the court. It was possible Kageyama had a public thing. It was possible Tsukishima liked exploiting that, or maybe he had a public thing, too. Whatever it was, it was over now, and Tsukishima looked pretty fucking relaxed about it.
Kageyama scowled down into his lap.
[BTW, for my bonus round fills, anything under 1000 words I’ll be compiling and posting as one collection at the end of summer, kind of like I did after SASO last year once I figured out what I was doing. I’ve been linking everything as I go on Twitter, so feel free to follow over there!]
timezone bump
I wrote a fic for SportsFest! Tsukishima/Kageyama, 1800 words, M - futurefic, post-breakup exhibitionism in a restaurant with a happy ending (both kinds). Please read the notes before reading!
It was Kageyama who ended things, back at the end of third year. Tsukishima got into Tohoku, and Kageyama had been recruited and was moving to Tokyo with Hinata. It wasn’t like their thing was a real thing anyway; just a lot of hookups in places where they almost got caught by their teammates or coaches. Thinking about dark corners or empty closets where Tsukishima used his hands or mouth on him as footsteps approached was enough to get his heart pounding like he was on the court. It was possible Kageyama had a public thing. It was possible Tsukishima liked exploiting that, or maybe he had a public thing, too. Whatever it was, it was over now, and Tsukishima looked pretty fucking relaxed about it.
Kageyama scowled down into his lap.
[BTW, for my bonus round fills, anything under 1000 words I’ll be compiling and posting as one collection at the end of summer, kind of like I did after SASO last year once I figured out what I was doing. I’ve been linking everything as I go on Twitter, so feel free to follow over there!]
New fic! Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, T, 13,500 words. Based on the prompt, “Yamaguchi has freckles everywhere, like, everywhere and they are driving Tsukishima absolutely to distraction every time they change together lately. Summer training camp is just a bridge too far.”
I’m so glad this is done!
Excerpt:
Yamaguchi’s knees are covered in freckles, and the freckles spread out thin further up his legs, which Tsukishima already knows after seeing him in volleyball shorts approximately a million times. But now he knows Yamaguchi’s thighs only have a few freckles here and there, like a galaxy that’s dispersing at its edges. Tsukishima could probably touch every one individually, and that thought makes his stomach drop.
“One more second,” Yamaguchi says, twisting the elastic around his ponytail one more time. He leans in to inspect his reflection, running his fingers along the shaved sides of his head. “I need a haircut,” he mutters to himself, then straightens up again. “Ready to go, Tsukki?”
A full list of the tumblr request ficlets I did over the last few days because like so many of you HQ 298 blew my tiny mind. Everything’s rated G or T:
- A little bit of hurt/comfort
- The cute domestic morning after
- Tsukki running a D&D game while Yamaguchi ruins his life
- Gen of them as kids where Tsukki thinks he’s grown
- Tsukishima’s a vampire, Yamaguchi’s a slayer (check the warnings!)
hawberries
I am here at METRO COMIC-CON in melbourne so please drop by and say hi! :D
it’s also our favourite soggy paper towel’s birthday on Sunday (9th July) so I have prepared an activity :)
