I'm just going to be posting little stories and/or pictures here. It's mostly for me to try and create something once a week and not be bound by trying to achieve greatness.
The writing won't be good and the pictures will be even worse. But this is for me. If you find yourself here, hello *waves*.
A/N: I haven’t posted anything in a month but I really wanted to finish this akafuri fic. I wrote dialogue first which is not my usual writing method but eh, it was fun.
Summery: Uncrowned Kings try figure out who Akashi is dating, with great speculations and misplaced indignation. Akashi is confused by his starters but is mostly focused on his phone. Mayuzumi is there for the voice of reason that everyone ignores.
Full version here, which contains a bonus scene.
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Reo watched Akashi walk out of the locker room, her eyes narrowing at the almost bounce in his step. “Have any of you noticed Sei-chan has been acting weird?"
Nebuya gave her a dubious look. “You know this is the same person who did offer to gouge out his eyeballs and give them to us if we lost a game, right?”
“But he’s a lot less insane now since we lost the Winter Cup!” Hayama was quick to defend, head pocking out of his t-shirt. “We’re allowed to check our cell phones during breaks now!”
Reo nodded. “And last week he lessened our training regimen when I asked him to.”
“Yesterday he helped me study for the science test,” Nebuya added.
“And that’s exactly my point.” Reo snapped her fingers. “He’s been calmer since the Winter Cup, true, but these past three weeks he’s been nice.”
This gave them all a pause.
“Didn’t just last month he confiscated a third year’s phone, saying he would drop it from the school roof if he saw it again?” asked Hayama, remembering that terrifying incident. The poor boy looked like he was going to cry.
Reo looked over at Nebuya. “How was your tutoring session?”
“It was pleasant and helpful,” Nebuya said, in growing horror. “He even brought snacks.”
They all began to panic.
“Is he sick? What if he’s dying?” Hayama frantically asked.
“Do you think the pressure of being captain at such a young age has finally broken him?” wondered Reo.
“Maybe aliens have laid eggs in his brains and are messing with his head.”
Nebuya joined in the conspiracy. “What if he's been replaced by an alien?”
“I mean; I’ve been telling you guys from the beginning that Akashi isn’t human,” Hayama said, exasperated. “His eye changes colour.”
“Trick of the light, I’m telling you,” Reo dismissed.
“They glow during game time!”
“Adrenaline.”
“Maybe he’s dating someone?” Mayuzumi threw in, wondering why he was joining their, frankly, ridiculous conversation. He was going to put it down to vague curiosity.
“What?” This suggestion threw the Uncrowned Kings.
“You said he lifted the banned on phones, right?” Reo nodded when Mayuzumi looked at her in confirmation. “He did so he could check his. Simple.”
“The lessen training time?” Hayama hesitantly asked.
“To spend more time with his partner.”
“Being nice while tutoring me?”
Mayuzumi shrugged. “Good sex?”
There was an awkward pause as the idea of their captain have sex became a possibility.
Reo grimaced and quickly asked the main question, “But who would Sei-chan date?”
“And more importantly,” Hayama added. “Who would date Akashi?”
“Do you think he would make a good boyfriend?” Mayuzumi asked, honestly just to see what the Uncrown Kings reactions would be. Nebuya face was still frozen in discomfort from his earlier comment and it was pretty amusing.
Reo hesitated. “I… don’t know. I can’t imagine Sei-chan liking someone to that degree.”
Hayama nodded. “It would have to be someone special. Someone from Rakuzan?”
“Can’t be, or we would know.”
“So someone from another school. A cute manager? Maybe it’s the one that was also with the Generation of Miracles!” Hayama excitedly said, looking like he cracked the code.
Reo shook her head. “She’s in love with Kuroko, remember?”
Hayama waved his hand dismissively. “Aren’t all the Miracles in love with Kuroko?”
Reo froze, staring widely at Hayama. “You don’t think…?”
“But isn’t he with Kagami?” Hayama asked in alarm, catching onto what Reo was implying.
“But Akashi could still…” Reo made a vague hand movement that somehow explained everything she refused to say.
“It could be another basketball player that isn’t Kuroko?” Nebuya hesitantly offered, seemingly coming back from the dark place he went off to. Mayuzumi honestly wasn’t surprised by their easy acceptance of Akashi possibly dating a boy, but it was pleasantly nice to confirm it.
“I guess,” Reo dubiously agreed. “But who?”
“Oh!” Hayama exclaimed suddenly. “We can steal his phone and see!”
“Or we could ask him?” offered Mayuzumi, the only sensible person in this conversation.
He was ignored.
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Getting Akashi’s phone proved to be a bit more difficult than just grabbing it while he was busy.
“Because Akashi sees everything,” Hayama hissed, sending quick looks at Akashi who was, coincidentally, on his phone.
Reo rolled her eyes. “My God, you make him sound like a super-villain.” And wasn’t that a terrifying thought, because there was no doubt that Akashi would make a very successful villain. He already has the tragic backstory for one.
Hayama, in a panic way to create a distraction, challenged Akashi to a one-on-one. The match itself was like watching a car accident, nothing was going to turn out well but you couldn’t look away. It was short and brutal. The phone was forgotten in favour of watching the carnage.
The closest they came was when Akashi was taking a shower. They managed to locate the phone in his bag, after way too long rummaging. However, it was password protected, which was a low move on Akashi’s half. It made snooping very hard.
Hayama peered over Reo’s shoulder at the phone. “Try 1234.”
Reo scoffed. “That’s dumb. Maybe his birthday?”
“Do aliens even have birthdays?”
“For the last time, he’s not an alien.”
“Felt that way facing off him.” Hayama leaned back, pouting.
Before they could even attempt to break the code, Nebuya waved his hands frantically from his lookout position as they heard the shower go off. Luckily for them, a message came through the same time, appearing on the front screen. In their panic, they could only see the letter “K” in the contact name before the phone was shoved haphazardly back into the bag.
Akashi walked in and gave his starters weird looks. That was probably because their idea of acting natural was to pose like they were on the front cover of a style magazine. Reo was lounging on a bench as if to seduce a lover. Akashi was rightfully suspicious and not seduced at all.
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“I’m telling you that it’s Kuroko,” Reo hissed, walking down the street while still doing her tie.
They left the changing rooms as soon as they could. Reo and Hayama are buzzing from their new-found knowledge, while Nebuya less excited but still curious. Mayuzumi was there because this was his way home and it seemed more effort to try and ditch the three idiots than to walk behind them.
Hayama was still doubtful on their leading suspect. “I don’t think Kuroko is one to cheat on his boyfriend.”
“But it’s Sei-chan,” Reo shot back. “Who wouldn’t cheat on their lover for Sei-chan?”
“People who actually value their lives?” Hayama’s voice went up a few notches because no one could be that suicidal, could they? He quickly added, “Also, I don’t think Akashi would take it too kindly to being a side chick. He would want to be the main hoe.”
Nebuya groaned. “Can we please stop putting our captain in sexual scenarios?”
Reo ignored Nebuya. “Does this make Sei-chan a homewrecker?”
Hayama eyes went wide, as he never thought of his captain like that. “He really is a villain!”
“We have to stop him!” Reo slammed her fist in her hand in righteous declaration.
“Yeah!” Hayama said with the same enthusiasm, fist in the air.
“But how?” Nebuya asked, confused but determined to help his captain in any way.
“By confronting him of his bad ways!” Reo exclaimed, a steely glint in her eyes.
“And help him find a better, healthy relationship!” Hayama was now visibly vibrating.
“He’s obviously trapped in some situation and he needs to be broken free!”
“Shown the error of his way and lead down a path of redemption!”
“God help us all,” Mayuzumi deadpanned from the back.
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“Sei-chan!” yelled Reo, storming towards him. She wasted no time and decided to confront him the next day before morning practice. Nebuya and Hayama approached at a slower pace but both looking just as unwavering. Akashi raised one eyebrow at them.
“You must stop your harmful ways right now!”
“What-”
Hayama jumped in before Akashi could complete his baffled question. “We know about your little secret relationship.”
Nebuya nodded coldly.
Akashi’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh, you know about-”
“And honestly, I’m appalled” Reo was so wound up that she even went as far as to stab Akashi in the chest. Hayama and Nebuya quickly lost their resolve in favour of staring at Reo in horror. No one dared to get close to Akashi, not for a friendly slap or high-five, and especially not to poke him in disapproval.
Akashi looked down at the offending finger before fixing Reo with a look that sent goosebumps down Hayama’s arms. “Excuse me.”
Nebuya visibly flinched at Akashi’s tone. “Uh oh.”
“Maybe we should stop.” Hayama was bouncing from foot to foot in nervous energy, literally feeling the air get colder as Akashi glared at Reo.
Reo clearly had a death wish, for she pushed on regardless. “To be involved with someone like that is honestly a disgrace. I thought you had better taste, or at the very least better tact.”
“Really.”
“Is his eye glowing?” Nebuya whispered to Hayama in fear.
“Told you,” Hayama hissed back.
Both of them took a few cautious steps back, leaving Reo to her suicidal mission.
Let it be said, if Reo felt passionate about something, nothing stood in her way. “We are all aware how emotionally stunted you are, but that does that excuse you’re behaviour. To go ahead with the relationship, where the long distance is most likely already a strain but to also be with someone who would stoop so low as to agree with it as well, is ludicrous. Sei-chan, you can do a lot better than him. You don’t need to settle for a vile bastard like him.”
“You do not get to speak about Kouki like this,” Akashi spat, looking ten seconds from murdering Reo.
Reo jaw dropped in disbelief. “You’re dating another person? Sei-chan, you’re no better than Kuroko!”
“What does Kuroko have to do with any of this?!”
Reo frowned at the frustrated confusion on Akashi’s face, finger dropping. “What do you mean?”
“For God’s sake,” Mayuzumi muttered, having entered the court around the middle of Reo’s rant and was fully done with the Uncrowned Kings’ shenanigans. “Are you dating Kuroko or not?”
“Of course not,” Akashi grounded out through clenched teeth.
Reo squinted at Akashi. “Then who are you dating?”
“Furihata Kouki.”
The Uncrowned Kings blinked in baffled union. “… Who?”
“Serin’s point guard.”
“I never thought Akashi would be into older men,” said Hayama.
“Not that one,” Akashi said with very little patience. Mayuzumi was honestly amazed that he had any. “The other one.”
Hayama blinked in surprise. “They had another point guard?”
“Oh,” Reo exclaimed. “They had the first year, right?”
Nebuya frowned. “The really scared one? But Akashi, why would you date someone so weak and-”
Hayama was very quick to jab Nebuya sharply in his sides as the murderous look came creeping back onto Akashi’s face.
“And very lovely,” Hayama rushed to continue, loudly over Nebuya’s pained wheezing. “And kind, and great in bed-”
Reo smartly stepped back onto Hayama’s foot before he did any further damage, a bright smile on her face as she smoothly finished, “And we’re really happy for you Sei-chan. We should meet him sometime.”
Akashi narrowed his eyes at the suggestion. “Over your dead body.”
“Isn’t the dead body supposed to be yours?” Hayama asked absently, more worried about his foot then what he was saying. That is until he looked up and saw Akashi’s irritated expression and hastily corrected himself, “Right, never mind, over mine.”
A/N: And that's basically it done. If anyone has some helpful criticism, it would be much appreciated. I don’t know if I should have a bonus meeting where they actually see Furi but I’m not too sure what to write for that. Suggestions?
I stopped in the middle of the scene because I have no clue what kind of drink Lev would order??? My first thought is something fulled with sugar but now I’m thinking it might be fun to go for something in the complete opposite direction?
Anyone have any suggestions?
07 July 2019
It was during one of the lulls in the workday when Lev first appeared. Yaku was doing his physics homework on the side, trying to ignore Kuroo's badgering of the painfully shy regular who was huddled in the corner.
Yaku had gone over there and shooed Kuroo twice now but the customer didn't seem to mind too much, although his downward stare didn't give much away. He no longer flinched when either of them goes near his table so Yaku decided to leave them be.
The ringing of the shop bell had Yaku quickly abandoning his homework and readying himself at the cashier with a smile in place.
The person who walked in was fucking tall. Yaku knew he was short, he had no illusions about his height, but this person was like stretched-out taffy’s older brother.
Yaku disliked him already, but put on his customer’s smile anyway and asked pleasantly, “How can I help you?”
Mr Lanky tore his eyes away from the shop’s interior, Yaku guessed that it’s his first time in, and blinked down at Yaku. He stared at Yaku like he has never seen a human before and Yaku felt his eye begin to twitch.
“How can I help you?” Yaku repeated, his smile starting to feel strained.
This seemed to jolt Mr Lanky into action, head whipping up to the menu above Yaku’s head. ‘He’s one of those’, Yaku internally sighed, smile slipping as it looked like the man would go through every item on the list.
He was mouthing some of the words to himself in a manner that Yaku would find enduring if his neck didn’t feel a little stiff from looking at the man. He was far too close than what felt social acceptable, body inches away from the counter and, ultimately, Yaku.
akafuri / fairy tale au / an attempt at a start of one at least
like furihata is being sacrificed to akashi because akashi is an “all-power being” (or so it is believed)
17 June 2019
Akashi looks at the sleeping human in confusion, finding it odd for one to be resting deep within the forest where humans rarely tread.
The boy was young, average looking and dressed in white.
It was the white outfit that tipped Akashi off, realising that the time of year had come again. The humans seemed to have gotten the idea that every 108 years, a sacrifice must be made to the god in the woods.
This baffled Akashi every time.
First of all, there is no god hidden amongst the trees. There are magical beings that appear otherworldly to humans, but nothing that Akashi would claim to be a god. The closest one would be him, for he owned the forest and it was his territory. But he wasn’t all-powerful and all-knowing being, and he certainly didn’t require a sacrifice to be appeased.
He never understood the humans’ ideas on sacrifices. Midorima tried to explain it to him once, on how they believed the higher forces helped with nature and protection. They were clearly misinformed creatures since Akashi was more likely to burn them than protect them.
He had told the humans that a sacrifice was not needed at one point, but they only buzzed around him like insects and gave him more humans. He left them after that, seeing them as too simple-minded to reason with.
Now every 108 years a human was placed in front of one of the trees that had a nonsensical symbol carved into.
The human looked unharmed, no other beasts had gotten to him. With great reluctance, but ultimately feeling a responsibility towards the human, Akashi lifted him up and carried him deeper into the woods.
idk i have a softness for coffee shop aus so i did the intro for one
25 May 2019
Yaku would like to go on record that he had a fucking flawless reputation.
He didn't flirt with every customer he saw like Kuroo, who would claim he was just being friendly (bullshit, Yaku saw him making bedroom eyes at the shy blond in the corner).
He wasn't active like Inuoka, who’s sunshiny disposition made him a joy with customers. Sadly, He had a habit of knocking over coffee and spelling people's names wrong (there’s no way a person’s name was Trashykawa).
And Yaku didn't even want to touch on what Yamamoto’s work ethic was. He seemed to be solely focused on trying to tempt females to the exciting job of being an underpaid barista so they can have 'one cute co-worker'. Kuroo was offended that he wasn't found cute.
So overall, Yaku would say that he was the best employee out of everyone. He was polite, wished the customers a good day, and got the orders down to a fucking T.
And then this lanky motherfucker named Lev showed up and promptly dragged Yaku's respectful reputation to hell.
drarry / post-hogwarts / stuck in a lift / based on this prompt
13 May 2019
“Oh for fuck’s sake.”
It was late at night, way past the time any sane person would still be in the Ministry. Draco had been stuck at his mandatory desk job for 10 hours because his boss was a dick that kept putting last minute paperwork on his desk that was all due tomorrow morning. He had just finished now and all that he was longing for was a nice hot cup of tea and a bath.
What he got instead was being stuck in a broken lift with the world’s Golden Boy, Harry Potter.
Not looking so golden at the moment, though, Draco noted. Dark circles that could be seen creeping past Potter’s glasses frame, clothes wrinkled and he was well on his way to forming a beard. Potter’s hair could be in a more disheveled state than usual, but his hair always looked like a bird’s nest so Draco couldn’t tell the difference.
Draco stabbed the emergency button for the fifth time, finger turning white from the pressure, but to nothing came from it.
Just Potter, blinking blearily and only seeming to realise that the elevator has stalled at all, if his surprised “oh,” was anything to go by.
Draco stared at him in growing horror. “Merlin, how are you our top Auror?”
Sugar daddy billdip with absolutely no billdip *shrugs*
04 May 2019
“Dipper, is Bill your sugar daddy?”
Mable flips to a new page in her magazine like she didn’t shatter Dipper’s very foundations with that casually asked question.
“Because I mean,” Mable continues. “Looking around your room, there’s a lot of stuff here that I can tell has Bill’s demonic interventions all over it. Not to judge, but I doubt you have any need for a clock with no hands.”
“It tells the time in the Seventh Dimension,” Dipper managed to croak out.
“Right.” Mable nodded at the clock. Personally, she thinks Bill is messing with Dipper and it’s just a wooden clock with all the numbers but no hands. Like something the demon saw at a thrift shop and for giggles stole it. It wouldn’t surprise her if a flaming bird popped out of it at every 13th hour and, honestly, it would have made sense.
“My point still stands. He gives you stuff, ergo he’s your sugar daddy.”
“Mable, Bill isn’t my sugar daddy,” Dipper hissed the words, quick and low as if that would lessen the embarrassment of saying them. In a more confident tone, he iterated, “He’s just not.”
Mable didn’t reply to Dipper, instead of pulling out her phone and looking Dipper dead in the eyes. “Hey Siri, what’s a sugar daddy?”
Siri’s voice calming replies with, “Sugar Daddy: Noun. A rich older man who lavishes gifts on a young woman in return for her company or sexual favours.”
Mable drops her phone like it was a microphone. Dipper started at her in horror.
