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[genoskissors]

Random Lesbian Ship for Pride #12

The yuri wheel says... Aoi x Kaede

A very wholesome ship here. Both are very much go-getters who naturally try to get along with everyone (even if that doesn't work out). They try to light up a room whenever the mood is down. In School Mode, Aoi says she enjoys singing, which could go along with Kaede's piano skills. Kaede would be very supportive of Aoi's enjoyment of all sports and always be in the front cheering her on. in Love Across the Universe, if you take Kaede to the gym, she shows an interest in exercising. Kaede is very careful of her fingers, so she won't want to play any game that has a ball, however, Aoi also likes swimming and track, so it's not a total deal breaker.

They have one event together in DRS. They have no shared likes.

"That's my Aoi"? Interesting.

Final Thoughts:

11 <- | -> 13

[ezzydean]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

You never stop growing, learning, loving, and finding out the world and yourself. Friends can be made even after you've known each other half your lives and sometimes you have to leave and come back to realize that everything will be okay. Just a future fic with Hinata and Tsukishima coming back to visit some old friends and see how their lives are all still fitting together despite the fact that time has a tendency to keep on moving and take them along for the ride.

this was @notsuchasecret's bday fic from me this year (like a month late but hey. it happened.)

features: TsukkiHina, OiTenSuga, AsaMatsu lots of friendship shenanigans and my general brand of chaos and anarchy in a fic, 4.4k words and rated T for potential strong language even though i don't remember actually putting any in, better safe than sorry i suppose

[cattatonically]

“That looks like it could be a creepypasta and you say you feel safe around it?” - AsaMattsu

It was movie night. Movie nights meant, once again, that Issei’s apartment was overrun with people, snacks, and alcohol in various distressing shades of neon. It also meant that, for some reason, Oikawa was wrapped around his boyfriend like a barnacle in an alien onesie. With the antennae.

“What, pray tell, the fuck, Asahi?” The man in question peered around the alien barnacle, and gave Issei a soft, warm smile from the couch.

“Hey babe. Wanna come cuddle?” Issei blinked. What?

“You? Want me? To join that?” Issei pointed at Asahi, then himself, and then at Oikawa. In that order. He could not believe his ears. Asahi shrugged around the Oikawa-shaped leech attached firmly to his left side.

“Yeah, why not? It’s warm, and comfy, and safe here,” Asahi answered. Issei blinked again.

“That looks like it could be a creepypasta and you say you feel safe around it?”

“Well, that’s not a nice thing to say about Oikawa,” Asahi tutted, small smile playing at his lips.

“Yeah, Mattsun, that’s not a nice thing to say about me! Thank you, Asa-chan!”

Issei rolled his eyes as the other got comfy. Sawamura had Hinata in his lap in the armchair next to the couch; Hajime had both Sugawara and Yamaguchi wrapped around him in a nest of blankets on the floor; Makki was curled up around Oikawa’s back; and, Terushima was coaxing Ennoshita to sit with his back to his chest between his knees on the other end of the couch. If he didn’t move now, Issei would lose his spot.

With a sigh and an eye roll, Issei snuck under Asahi’s right arm, and laid his head on Asahi’s broad, sturdy shoulder. With a snicker, Oikawa queued up the evening’s movie marathon, and pressed play.

[ezzydean]

Trick or Treat - AsaMattsu

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat) send me “trick or treat” and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and I’ll write you a short little thing (I’ll be doing these all of October so send away!)

um..... OR?

“Why are you dressed like that?”

Asahi looks down at himself and then at the man who had dropped into the chair across from him.

“What?  Me?”

“Yeah.  You.  Why are you dressed like that?”

He tugs the cuffs of his worn sweatshirt down over his hands.  He’s dressed perfectly fine thank you very much.  The man across from him however…

“Why are you covered in mud?” Asahi asks.

Mattsun shrugs and reaches for a menu.  He has no idea why he bothers since Mattsun’s order is always the same.

“The more important question is: why am I the only one covered in mud?”

Asahi raises his eyebrows at Mattsun.  Mattsun raises his right back.

“Because I know how to do my job without being, literally, dragged through the mud by the people I’m here to take care of.”

They look up as the waitress arrives and give their orders with polite smiles that drop as soon as she turns away.

Mattsun props his elbows on the table and leans forwards. “You know why I’m here, right?”

He lets his gaze drag across Mattsun’s chest before meeting his eyes and asking, “To do laundry?”

“They told me to come back with your heart.”

He leans back in the chair.  He had figured as much.  He knew that one of these days they’d send somebody.  How fitting it would be Mattsun.

“Do they understand the irony of giving you that task?” Asahi muses as he watches the people outside the diner hurrying past, bundled against the cold.  Mattsun sighs so softly that he almost misses it.  “Well?” Asahi demands as he turns his attention back to the man across from him.  “Do they?”

“No.”

He smiles sadly.  He figured as much.

“Well.  At least I’ll have a good last meal.”

“Asahi—”

“No, Issei.  I’m not about to let you be branded a failure.  Or worse.  A traitor.”

The waitress brings them their meals and they eat in a companionable silence born from thousands of meals just like this.  They don’t draw it out or dawdle.  Asahi makes sure to leave enough to cover the bill and leads the way out the door.

Mattsun tangles their fingers together as they head down the sidewalk towards the park where they first met.  

“Asahi,” he tries again but Asahi just shakes his head.

“No.”  He brings Mattsun’s hand up so he can kiss the back of it.  “I’ve made up my mind.”

“No prince is worth your life, Asahi.  No matter what the idiots on the Council say,” Mattsun protests.

“You are,” he replies.  “You always have been.  You always will be.  I gave you my heart decades ago, my love.  Now you just have to take it.”

Mattsun looks up at the sky for so long the sun sets and the stars shimmer into existence.

“No,” Mattsun says, voice quiet but sure.  “It’s time to stop hiding.”

“Issei.”

Mattsun smiles at him.  “If they want your heart they’ll have to kill me first.”

[cattatonically]

“Quick, give me an excuse I can use to get out of this situation I put myself in.” Matsukawa & whoever else you choose :D

This may have gotten mildly out of hand, but what else is new. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Issei was stretching on the balance bar when someone came into the studio with a crash, bang, and excessive swearing. It could only be Asahi - no one else had a mouth quite like that that Issei knew of.

“Oh, Issei, good, quick. I need an excuse to get out of a real fucky situation.” Issei raised an eyebrow and got off the bar.

“Fucky as in…?”

“Nothing like you’re thinking, you heathen. Fucky as in I was coerced into planning a flashmob and I sure as fuck don’t want to do it.” Issei laughed.

“Let me guess, Nishinoya? When is it?”

“Yes, and Saturday.” Asahi was calming down as he started stretching his shoulders out. Issei couldn’t deny that Asahi had really great shoulders.

“Well, you’re in luck. I have a stupid engagement party to go to, and you’re coming as my date. On Saturday.” Asahi’s eyes widened as his arms dropped slack at his sides.

“Wait, isn’t that…?”

“My ex-boyfriend’s party? Yeah. Come with me and keep me from getting obliterated on bad vodka?” Issei hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he felt.

“Yeah, no worries.” There was a softness to Asahi that Issei was really grateful for at the moment - a softness that was only allotted to very few people. Issei was glad he was one of them.

—

Come Saturday, Issei was so glad he wasn’t doing this alone. And it helped that Asahi was looking as stunning as always in a dark violet polo and black jeans, almost matching Issei’s own light lavender button-down. Once they reached the venue, Asahi reminded Issei sternly about his promise not to get smashed, and grabbed them both glasses of water. Watching Hanamaki with his newly minted fiancée was fascinating, in its own way, considering how Hanamaki had broken off their own engagement for the sake of marrying ‘a nice girl from a good family’.

Though it had been close to a year since then, and Issei had more or less moved on and moved forward, there were still twinges of pain. The memories would come flooding back every now and then, like they were doing now, and Issei would find himself back in a state of raw emotion. He took a deep breath in an effort to keep his mind from swirling and just barely felt Asahi hand him a water glass and wrap an arm around his waist.

“So, that’s her, huh. She’s kinda cute.” Asahi’s voice brought Issei back to the present. He gripped the water glass like it was his only anchor to this version of reality. Asahi held him a little tighter, a gentle squeeze of his hand on Issei’s hip, and Issei found himself relaxing in Asahi’s hold.

“Yeah, well, she’s better known for the things that she does on the mattress.” Asahi choked on his sip of water.

“Meow, pussycat.” Issei smirked for the first time in days.

He managed to choke out his congratulations to the couple in a dignified manner, and had the petty pleasure of watching Hanamaki’s eyes narrow at Asahi’s hand on the small of his back. Asahi hadn’t said a word, or asked unnecessary questions. Issei was grateful. It wasn’t until the walk back to Issei’s place that he spoke up.

“How about we get to that other kind of fucky, now that you’ve found closure?” Issei smiled - a real, genuine smile.

“Yeah, I’d really like that, actually.”

There was a spring in Issei’s step for the next few weeks as he continued rehearsing at the studio, and spending more than a few nights with Asahi. And the towel being whipped at his head was well worth it when Tooru and Keiji found him pinned to the wall-length mirror by Asahi as they kissed.