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kayable ([personal profile] kayable) wrote in [community profile] valentineslockers2017-02-01 06:46 pm

2017 Locker for isshikisenpai

Name: isshikisenpai (Kukkii)

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice, Yugioh ARCV, FFXV, Overwatch, Baccano!, Barakamon, Haikyuu!!, and also anything mentioned in my listography here

Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: YOI - viktuuri, otayuri, viktuurichris, yuuriphichit, any and all gen
arcv - anyone (all like, 3/4 of u) who cares enough about my arcv ships would probably know from twitter what i like lmao
FFXV - any and all ships tbh!! soft spots for ignoct and lunoct, and chocobros ot4
overwatch - mcgenji, gency, mchanzo, pharmercy, zaryamei, pretty much every ship lol
baccano - all the canon hets!!! esp. vino and chane, also vino and luck, and again, p much most ships
barakamon - HIROSEI!!!!! with long suffering tama, also kawafuji and handa esp. with handa-kun history
Haikyuu - hasn't been updated in ages but here

Likes: fluff!!! gen!!! happy fun times lmao, but also hurt/comfort, casual physical intimacy, domesticity, quiet moments, role reversals, SELFCEST, historical gays (historical aus essentially), powerplay, robots, furries, kinks wise (nsfw) - here

Dislikes: character bashing, trash nicknames, mum/dad tropes, chara death

Anything else: im not fussed tbh even just a "hi u suck, not happy valentines" is a delight, i love getting dragged

Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.

(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)

Dear Kukkii

(Anonymous) 2017-02-01 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
Kool and Klassy
Ur the best my bro
Kreative and Kinky
Knicest person out there
I just wanted to say
I'm love you

- Guess who (and date me also
alectorine: (Default)

love, declan xoxo

[personal profile] alectorine 2017-02-01 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)

alectorine: (saber)

jk heres your real gift

[personal profile] alectorine 2017-02-04 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
a duplicate earth | arc v, reiji/shun

notes: i attempted to write some Tender Content for you but this was the best i could do lmao. is it happy endgame hostageshipping?? is it s1 hostageshipping in disguise?? who knows! not me


Reiji wakes to a blurry assemblage of limbs and shadow at the edge of his field of vision. He reaches for his glasses on the bedside table, slides them on, waits for his eyes adjust to the gloom. It isn’t the first time Shun has shaken himself half-awake in the middle of the night, blank with forgotten purpose; at least this time he hasn’t tried to crash through the window in an attempt to escape.

“Ruri,” Shun says, syllables smearing into one another in his urgency. “I need to find--why am I--is this room secure? Academia’s already infiltrated this dimension--”

“You are safe here,” Reiji says. “We ended the interdimensional war. Go back to sleep.”

Shun makes a sharp noise like he’s been hit. The fine line of his mouth obscured in a slash of shadow, his eyes feverish and wide with a strange sheer lucidity that leaches the depth out of them. In a heartbeat he’s looming over Reiji, hands wrapped around Reiji’s throat, thumbs turned inwards and digging into the muscle at the base of his neck. “Where is she?” Shun demands. “What have you done with Ruri?”

“Your sister is with Serena,” Reiji says, holding himself perfectly still. “You saw her off yesterday morning.”

“Se… rena,” Shun says. His eyes shutter, but when he opens them again they’re still flat, remote. “No,” he says, “no, no, you’re lying, Serena is Academia--Ruri wouldn’t--”

“Kurosaki Shun,” Reiji says, evenly, “do you know where you are?” and waits. Slowly, the punch-drunk light fades from Shun’s eyes and the tense line of his shoulders slackens and his grip on Reiji’s neck goes lax, fingers twitching like he isn’t quite sure what to do with them. Reiji curls his fingers around Shun’s wrists and lifts Shun’s hands off his throat, and Shun doesn’t protest when Reiji presses his lips to Shun’s knuckles, then the divot between the bones at the base of his palm.

He lets go of Shun’s wrists and Shun skims his hands up Reiji’s arms, exploratory, almost hesitant, before seizing fistfuls of his shirt, dragging him upright to kiss him. He bites at Reiji’s bottom lip, trying to pull him closer, and Reiji wraps an arm around Shun’s waist to brace himself, tilts his head into the kiss, lets Shun lick his mouth open. “You--” Shun gasps out, sounding inexplicably wrecked. Hands moving restlessly to cup the back of Reiji’s neck, clutch at his shoulders, splay flat between his shoulderblades like he’s trying to map out the shape of Reiji’s body, ascertain who he’s supposed to be or who he’s supposed to be to Shun.

Reiji draws back. Kisses the pulse jumping at the hollow of Shun’s collarbone. “Go back to sleep,” he repeats, into the warmth of Shun’s skin, and above him Shun lets out a shaky sigh. “It’s still early. We can talk in the morning, if you’d like. Go back to sleep.”
Edited 2017-02-04 22:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-02-13 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear kukkii!

Happy valentines day! I'm glad I have company in this strange and awful card game hell (sorry but also, ash should be more sorry, so,)
You're always so much fun to talk to and hang out with! I hope you have a great day and smile lots

xoxo Kii

shingo/yuuya; 572w; PG

"Sawatari," Yuuya laughs as his back hits the wall of their dressing room. "We have ten minutes before we have to go up on stage."

"That's enough time," Shingo murmurs, already leaning in. His breath ghosts against Yuuya's lips, makes his mouth go dry. "Unless you don't want to, of course. We could always wait until after the duel. Make a wager. The number of turns the winner wins the duel in, they get that many kisses from the loser."

"Do you want me to drag the duel out, then?" Yuuya asks, licking his lips. His tongue brushes against Shingo's lower lip too because they're standing so close.

"It's not an entertainment duel unless you pull the audience right in," Shingo points out. He finds Yuuya's hands with his own, linking their fingers together. "I don't even need to tell you this. You're the best entertainment duellist in the world after me. Maybe after your father. The third best entertainment duellist in the world. Not bad."

"You're a shit," Yuuya mutters, grinning, and kisses Shingo hard.

Shingo's gloved hands come up to rest on Yuuya's shoulders as he kisses back. Yuuya wants to wrap his arms around Shingo and pull him even closer, until they're flush against each other, but he knows that he's going to end up creasing their suits that way. He's learned, in his years studying under his father now that he's returned as the Principal of You Show Duel School, that presentation is roughly half of what makes an entertainment duel.

The other half are smiles, and Yuuya's chest fills with warmth at the way Shingo is smiling when they pull apart, the cockiness softened by an expression that Yuzu still laughs at, teasing Shingo for being ridiculously smitten. Yuuya doesn't mind it at all.

"Oh," Shingo says, his eyes going wide, his fingers coming up to his lips, almost touching them before he jerks them away, taking his gloves off first. "Oops."

Yuuya blinks. "What?"

"My lipstick," Shingo explains, rubbing his fingertip against his lower lip and holding it up, showing the pink, just a few shades darker than the colour of Shingo's lips. "It rubbed off on you."

"…Oh." Yuuya frowns. "Does it look bad?"

Shingo makes a low noise at the back of his throat. "Well."

He shows Yuuya instead, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him to stand in front of the mirror so they're both looking at his reflection.

It doesn't look bad at all. Yuuya likes the way he looks with Shingo's lipstick smeared across his mouth, his hair sticking up a little from where he was pressed back against the wall. He swallows hard.

"I can't go out like this," he says, as a reminder to them both.

"No, I guess you can't," Shingo murmurs, pressing another kiss to the side of Yuuya's neck, leaving a mark of lipstick behind there too.

Grabbing a makeup wipe from the counter, Yuuya wipes his mouth clean, getting rid of Shingo's lipstick. He balls it up and throws it into the bin, glancing over his shoulder, to where Shingo's gaze is stuck on the mark he hasn't removed from his neck.

"You can do it again after I win," Yuuya tells him.

Snorting quietly, Shingo pulls his gloves back on and takes Yuuya's hand into his as they leave their dressing room. "You mean after I do."
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-13 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Yo! You don't know me but I hear about you a lot from Kii. I'm more original flavor YGO but I'm always happy o see another YGO fan!

...That said, I'm going to write you YOI because I haven't actually seen Arc-V, super sorry about that. Hope you like it and have a happy V-Day!


"I'm sure the guy at the shop was exaggerating," Phichit told the android cheerfully. He brushed his hands along the android's chassis, scrubbing lightly with a wet cloth. When he was positive the android was as clean as positive, he picked up the oil can instead.

"A defective personality chip doesn't sound like a real problem to me! So you aren't as cheerful and eager to serve as most androids, so what? I'm not sending you to be scrapped."

Under his hands, the android vibrated with silent rage, gears whirring angrily inside the casing.

"Oh, sorry," Phichit apologized, pausing to pat the android on the cheek. "Was it the s-word? I won't say it again. And I'm nearly done fixing you up! Just a little more oil to your joints and then I'll replace your speech chip. I'm sure you'll have lots to say to me."

He gave the joints a final oiling, rotating them carefully, then patted the wig to make sure that the pale blond hair was properly situated. The cyan eye lenses tracked his every movement until he finally slid the speech chip into place at the android's throat.

"FINALLY!" The android snarled, body still paralyzed but the verbal force of his words a shove. "Are you stupid?! Why would you fix my body before my voice? Do you just like the sound of your own voice so much that you didn't want to create any competition? You are the most useless meatbag I have ever met!"

The flurry of hate took Phichit aback enough that he simply stared at the android for a few seconds before he gave a good natured laugh and picked up a wrench to start working on loosening the screws of the arm.

"I wouldn't have been able to fit the speech chip in as long as your body was all tangled up like that. There wasn't room. And I had to make sure all your connections were correct," Phichit said sheepishly. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"You'd better be sorry," the android said with a huff. "And I hope you're not expecting me to do chores! I'm not a housebot. I don't cook, I don't clean and I don't wear dumb little maid outfits."

"I wasn't planning on making you do chores," Phichit said as he fit the monkey socket into place. He smiled at the android again. "Do you have a name?"

"Not kitten," the android insisted. One of his cat ears twitched, tail flicking behind him in agitation. "My name is not Snowy, or kitten, or Kitty Cat or anything dumb like that."

"...How about Yuri? Your hair is white like snow." The pidgin language that the colonists spoke had roots in several languages. Phichit had only ever seen snow on screens but it reminded him of the android's hair.

When the android huffed again and turned his head away, Phichit took that as acceptance.
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hi u suck, not happy valentines

[personal profile] savetanaka 2017-02-18 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
i call this work poetry


uh i was gonna write a fic for u but i thought,
'better not bc it'll be bad'
my writing skills are next to naught.
hopefully this won't be as sad.

sad, mad, rad, bad,
finding words to rhyme with had
is ha(r)d.

u have ur kinks and i think that's cool
selfcest, furries, sex toys
(maybe if they choke they'll drool)
" I. AM NOT. ORGASMING" - (c) gayboys.

im writing out of shit to say,
but ur kinks never end,
(and that's kinda gay)
im also hoping this fails to send.

you're a good friend and a better bro,
thansk 4 always being my no.1 ho


anyway i love u and im sorry abt this i just wanted to give u something ouo
Edited 2017-02-18 10:34 (UTC)
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"sorry i made you question reiji's eyebrows.jpg"

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-02-21 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
honestly i didnt expect it to be such a contentious question when all i wanted was to figure out...what type of eyebrows i was meant to be drawing for reiji...ahem ANYWAY that was the single most hilarious part of my night, i love you and sorry <3

I, HAD A LOT OF FUN DRAWING THIS and a really gratifying time looking at reiji's scarf and going, that is RIDICULOUS but it can be put to good use at least. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY DEAREST KUKKII i hope you enjoy this gift <333

it's like, maybe a little nsfw idk anyway link here.
Edited 2017-02-21 05:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tookumade 2017-02-22 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
Akaashi sets the large box in his arms heavily onto the floor. He doesn’t hear anything smashing from inside, so it’s probably fine. Normally, he’d be more careful, but he’s been moving house all day, and he’s pretty over it by now.

“Move over, Akaashi,” says Kuroo cheerfully as he comes up behind him. But he side-steps Akaashi anyway, and places the box he’s holding on top of the kitchen counter. “That’s the last of them. We’re done!”

Akaashi sighs and slumps down in one of his foldable chairs. “I really appreciate your help today, Kuroo-san.”

“Don’t mention it,” says Kuroo with a wave of his hand. “I know the other guys would’ve helped too, if they didn’t all have work.”

“Still… let me treat you to lunch sometime as thanks.”

Kuroo scoffs. “You? Treat me? You’re still my junior, you know! What kind of senior would I be if I let you do that?”

“Kuroo-san, we’re not in school anymore, and you’re only one year older than me,” says Akaashi exasperatedly.

“Nope, I’m still counting it. Don’t even try fighting me on that.” Kuroo folds his arms across his chest and leans against the kitchen counter, and looks around at the tiny one-bedroom apartment that Akaashi would now call home. Kuroo has a fond little smile on his face; Akaashi, for some reason, finds it hard to look away. And have his arms always looked that good? How strange…

“You know, you picked a pretty good area,” says Kuroo suddenly. “I mean, it’s nothing spectacular, but you’ve got the convenience store nearby, the station’s fifteen minutes walk away, and that park near the main street is also a really nice place for a run. Plus, you’ve got me five minutes away, and I know all the good ramen places!”

It’s Akaashi’s turn to smile a little. “I might have to bother you in the future if I have any questions about this area, Kuroo-san. I apologise in advance.”

Kuroo sighs. “Look, I know what I said about you being my junior, but you’ve got to ease up on the formalities, man.”

“It’s a habit.” Akaashi turns his smile down to his hands open out in his lap. “You’ve been Kuroo-san to me from the start, and it’ll be hard to change that.”

“I guess… well, we’ll see. Maybe you’ll change your tune. But anyway, you know where I live, so if you need anything, just swing by. Don’t be formal about that, okay?”

“Thank you. Likewise, you’re welcome to come over here any time you like, Kuroo-san.”

Kuroo snickers. “Don’t tell me that. I’ll end up destroying the place. You’ll definitely regret it, you know.”

“I won’t.”

Akaashi shakes his head when Kuroo gives him a surprised look.

“I know you a little better than that, Kuroo-san. My neighbours would probably all love you if they met you.”

Kuroo raises his eyebrows. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Akaashi. Be careful, or I’m gonna fall in love.”

The way he’s grinning says he’s kidding, but Akaashi’s smile freezes, and his heart might have skipped a beat or two (or three or four), and not for the first time, he’s grateful that he usually starts blushing from the neck first.

“Please, Kuroo-san; I’m not joking,” he says before he can stop himself.

They stare at each other for a moment in startled silence. Akaashi’s apartment suddenly feels too large and too small all at once, like the world is suddenly only made of the two of them, and it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and—

Akaashi hastens to the window and opens it. The fresh air clears his brain just a little.

“It’s,” he says before pausing, casting around for something, anything, “a nice view.”

He’s only on the third floor up, and there’s a much taller and wider building blocking most of his sight. Nice one, Keiji.

Leaning against the windowsill, Akaashi attempts to pull himself together before turning back to Kuroo. He’s staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully, almost pointedly, like he’s trying to avoid looking at Akaashi.

“Well. I mean. Who knows, maybe if… my own place seems a little too quiet, I’ll drop by,” he says. “I’ll bring food. Beer, maybe. And if I can borrow a TV from someone, I’ll bring Super Smash Bros. Brawl, because I’m pretty sure you’d actually really enjoy it. It’d be nice to see you cut loose, anyway.”

“I’ve been told.” Akaashi smiles a little. “I’ll be counting on you then, Kuroo-san.”

“Again with the formalities.”

“Again with the habits.”

Kuroo laughs a little. It’s unlike his other more ridiculous, louder laughs that Akaashi had gotten used to in high school training camps and matches; this laugh is warm, almost soft, and fills Akaashi’s apartment space with an odd sort of familiarity that he can’t explain. His heart rate speeds up a little; he wants to hear it again.

He takes a deep breath. The air from outside is sweet.

“Would you like to have an early dinner?” asks Akaashi. “I feel like having ramen. It might be a good opportunity to show me around.”

Kuroo raises his eyebrows skeptically. “That depends… would you be paying?”

“I… guess not,” says Akaashi with a smile.

Kuroo returns his smile and pushes himself away from the kitchen counter. “Then, sure. Let’s go eat.”

He turns to see where he put his wallet, phone, and keys, muttering absently about which places would be good, which are too inconveniently located, and which would be too crowded later in the night. Honestly, though—Akaashi feels like he couldn’t care less, as long as he’s in good company. He takes another deep breath.

He knows he’ll be fine from here onwards. He pulls the window closed.