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kayable ([personal profile] kayable) wrote in [community profile] valentineslockers2017-02-01 08:37 pm

2017 Locker for Doxy

Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): Doxy

Friending Meme Post: (optional) N/A

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice, Haikyuu!!, Yowamushi Pedal, Fire Emblem: Fates, One Punch Man

Yuri!!! on Ice:
- Yurio, Otabek, O T A Y U R I
- PHICHIT!! i ship him with both everyone and no one but i particularly like (past) Phichit/Yuuri, Phichit/Yuuri/Viktor, Phichit/Chris, Phichit/Guang-hong, Phichit/Guang-hong/Leo. i also really like thinking about him as not looking for a relationship and just being happy having a ton of friends who he really likes. character-centric/gen fic is also great.
- the girls. Isabella, Sara, Yuuko, Mari, Minako, Lilia, Mila. their relationships/friendships with each other, and with other members of the cast! (e.g. Minako & Lilia knowing each other through ballet somehow, Mila & Sara, Yuuko & Yurio, Minako & Mari, even Yurio & Yuri's Angels, etc)

- Akaashi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kenma & Tsukishima are my beautiful owlcat home and i ship all of them with each other in any combination
- i love ushishira and everything about it. goshishira and ushitenshira are also very good
- hello next generation captains (Ennoshita, Akaashi, Futakuchi, Yahaba, Shirabu)
- other characters i love: Yamaguchi, Kageyama, Suga, Iwaizumi, Kyoutani
- i really, really love rarepairs

Yowamushi Pedal
- right now i'm more focused on Y2 characters+happenings rather than Y1 (so, less about the third years)
- i really love Teshima and ship him with literally everyone (imate, manate, ashite, kogate, T3/aokogate, aoashite, and less so izute and kurote.) (i love T2 but there's already lots of great T2 content out there :') )
- i also really love Ashikiba!! again, i love ashite and aoashite, but i also like ashikuro and aoashi. Ashikiba is a fave i don't really have many ships for so i would also be more than happy with character-centric fic, or platonic fic with her and Fukutomi or Shinkai.
- some other characters/ships i love: Aoyagi/Doubashi, Komari/Kuroda's mochi kitty thighs (i'm sorry), imaisugi and, that rarest of ships, Teshima/happiness

Fire Emblem: Fates
- i will ride or die for leoniles
- Orochi! i love Orochi! i would particularly love to see something about when she was Mikoto's retainer
- other ships: Takumi/Oboro/Hinata, Mitama/Rhajat, Charlotte/Nyx, Charlotte/Rinkah, Niles/Subaki, xanlas, Niles/Takumi, Takumi/Laslow, Scarlett/f!Corrin
- tbh i would actually love character-centric Charlotte fic set after the game

One Punch Man
- i basically just want stuff for Genos. character-centric fic about his development over the course of canon, looking into his past, or exploring his various capabilities as a cyborg and/or his relationship w/his humanity. tbh i've also wanted fanwork of him doing repairs on himself for the longest time ;;

Likes: character or relationship development, relationship confusion (e.g. mutual pining, "we banged but do they like me???", character A liking character B but not realizing it), rivalmance, enemies->friends->lovers, friends->lovers, FWBs->dating, devotion/loyalty, poly ships, navigating relationship problems or figuring out the relationship together, magic and the supernatural, scifi

read my list of nsfw likes (and dislikes) here.

Dislikes: please don't include any of the following: abuse/bullying, angst/unhappy endings (i’m fine with hurt/comfort or characters being sad or suffering as long as it’s resolved somehow?), pregnancy/kids/parenting, ageing characters down, gore/torture/graphic violence, character death, infidelity.

read my list of nsfw dislikes (and likes) here.

Anything else: you can check out my Dear Gifter letter for this year's Chocolate Box Exchange for some prompt ideas for YOI, HQ!! and Fates, as well as for more details re: why i like certain characters/ships. read it here.

you can also find me on the following platforms:
AO3: doxian
Twitter: therealdoxian
Tumblr: thatsnotbeautiful

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.)
miyukitty: (k2)

for doxy from miyu~

[personal profile] miyukitty 2017-02-10 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
i'm so glad i got to SASO with you, i love the way you write but i was too intimidated to try and befriend you before?? you are a great author and a cool person so here is a lil thing for you!

mitama/rhajat + sleeping spells :)))

doxian: (Default)

Re: for doxy from miyu~

[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-22 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Miyu i've been trying to leave a comment on this for like ten minutes but i'm too flustered over your note, what the HELL ;; i'm so glad i got to team with you too, i was excited when i saw you were joining bc i thought it would be a good chance to talk more!! and it was!! i really like your art and your words, and i like that you like the things that you do! :3

and AHHH you drew my best girls/my Fates girls OTP, i'm so glad!! i love how it's kind of a typical sweet moment (falling asleep with head in lap) but it's sinister too bc of all the spell swirls everywhere, and Rhajat looking kinda creepy and possessive with how she's cupping her hand around Mitama's face, too. thank you!!
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-13 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'M SORRY DID YOU SAY PLATONIC GEN PHICHIT BEING HAPPY I AM SO HERE FOR THAT. Uh. Yeah. Sorry about the over-excited screaming there, that is just a awesome prompt. Here's a quick little fic for it!


Phichit double-checked to make sure that the movie was ready, the popcorn was still hot and the microphone was not muted. Last time he’d spent five minutes happily babbling before he realized that the reason nobody was responding wasn’t because they were so engrossed in his explanation of the relationship between Mischa and Kalinin but because nobody could hear him.
[Okay, everyone!] He typed into the chat room. On the screen, the movie took up three-quarters of the page with the other quarter being taken up by the chatroom for those who didn’t have, or didn’t want to use, their mikes. [Are we ready? Sound check, please!]

“Here!” Yuuri said brightly, followed a second later by Victor going, “Da.

Yuri and Otabek chimed in a second later, “We’re ready,” and then Guang-hong and Leo added, “And us!”

There was a scrabbling sound for a second before Chris added, “I’m here too, mon ami,” and then JJ said with a laugh, “Isabelle and myself are ready too!”

In the chat room, other people confirmed that they could hear the sound checks and Phichit beamed proudly.

“Okay, everyone! Tonight’s movie, chosen by the random draw, is the musical Legally Blonde!” He clicked the play button, adjusting his headphones to make them sit more comfortably on his head.

“Who nominated that?” Leo asked curiously.

Phichit quickly tabbed over to the Excel sheet where he kept track of everyone’s nominations (two per year, since there were only 52 weeks a year and this was a weekly event) and scrolled down to the L section.

“Yuri!” He said happily.

“It’s a good musical,” Yuri said defensively. Phichit could practically see the embarrassed look that Yuri must have on his face and how he’d be glowering at the screen.

“It is,” Yuuri agreed happily, “Victor and I saw it live on Broadway when we were in New York-”

On screen, someone squealed, “OH MY GOD!” and Yuuri immediately fell silent. Through general agreement (only arrived at after much bickering and arguing about whether singing along was allowed), the group stayed quiet during songs unless they were singing along.

Some of them would fall asleep during the musical and others would be barely coherent. Scheduling movie nights across multiple timezones was hard – but everyone always showed up. And if they fell asleep and finished the movies on their own later, that was fine too. It wasn’t really about watching the movies after all.

It was about being friends and always, always taking time out of their busy schedules to hang out with each other.
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[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-23 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
pfft no worries, i'm glad you were excited about it :3 :3 also can i just say that i'm laughing so hard at your HSWC dirkuu icon, oh my god. hello darkness my old friend

this was such a cute fil!! it makes me so happy to think about both all the skaters making time to virtually hang out with each other even with their busy schedules, but also Phichit being the one to facilitate that. i feel like he probably has fun spending time with people himself, but also really enjoys creating opportunities for his friends to hang out with each other, and to meet new people who they might get along with, like... i just think Phichit enjoys watching his friends have a good time even if he might not be directly involved in the interaction himself in the moment ;u; i also like that everyone got to appear for a second, even if it was just with a word, and i like that little traditions have emerged like not talking during songs bc they've been watching together for so long. thanks so much for writing this!
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-02-23 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Even better, please imagine me taking part in SASO 2017 with my dirkuu icon. YEARS LATER AND I AM STILL FLYING THE DIRKUU FLAG!

I totally agree that Phichit is the type to arrange stuff for his friends. Whenever someone flies into someone else's country, Phichit sends alerts of hey Chris is there he's at X hotel until the 19th!

Also please imagine some of the peeps on camera getting really into it for their favourite musicals and putting on little phantom masks or trying to teach the others all the calls and actions for live rocky horror viewings. And how the next day, so many of them use the music from last night while they warm up.

I am allll alone in my country and I know how tough it is to arrange stuff with online peeps, esp over so many time zones, but also how good it feels when it works. When people put in the effort, block out their time and say by showing up "I love you". And I think Phichit, for all that he has plenty of RL friends, knows it isn't about the musicals either. It's about inviting people so they feel included and it's about saying yes so everyone else feels loved.
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[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-22 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
!!! she looks very STRONG indeed, omg, i almost want to print this out and put it on my door so that she can protect me [heart eyes]. thank you!
miyukitty: (demon oikawa)

for doxy from miyu~

[personal profile] miyukitty 2017-02-14 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
gosh i actually have words for you as well!! because i'm so happy you do leoniles with me and i think you're cool, aaaa ;w; (don't take this too seriously haha it's not exaaactly nsfw but also maybe don't read it in public...?? hides face)


Leo x Niles, established relationship, ~750 words, Rated T+


Niles panted, cobblestones cold beneath his knees. His arrow was knocked and ready to fire, muscles taut as he held the bowstring steady between sweat-slick fingers.

The training skirmish had gone on longer than he'd expected (and he'd wasted too much energy at the start, but gods, he couldn't resist toying with the new recruits. It was too much fun to watch them quake in their boots every time he purposely missed and they knew it).

They had all been dismissed now, all but him; it wasn't often that his liege participated in these games himself, but there were precious few Nohrians more stubbornly competitive than Lord Leo. Niles was under no illusion that he'd best Leo in strategic combat, but at the very least, he wasn't ready to roll over and surrender just yet.

Niles tried to quiet his ragged breathing, to no avail. His eye watered at the sudden shimmering aura of magic coalescing into form – shit, move – but before he could dodge the spell, his arm was wrenched back by a sudden force. His bow clattered uselessly against the stones, arrow careening off the wall.

Niles spat a curse and reeled back a step, but found himself pinned to the spot. Thick ropy vines crawled up his legs, looping around the jut of his hips, dragging his arms out away from his torso. The movement swept him upward with an undignified yelp, flailing feet no longer touching the ground.

In the span of a heartbeat, he found himself bound spread-eagle in the unforgiving branches of Brynhildr.

Damn his blind spot. As expected, Leo was always ruthless about taking any advantage he could. Niles hung his head and chuckled appreciatively as Leo stepped into view, tome tucked neatly under one arm.

"Well, you caught me," Niles drawled with a shameless grin. "I give up. Now what are you going to do with me this time?"

Leo scrutinized him, one finger tapping thoughtfully against his lips.

Niles's fingers twitched uselessly. Experimentally he tried to pull his arms in toward his body, but even as he strained, Niles could not move. His heart thudded faster against his ribcage.

The prince tilted his head in consideration, and Niles awaited whatever menial task he would be assigned for losing the skirmish. Running drills with those sloppy recruits, probably. At least he could make a few of them cry before day's end.

Niles's grin faltered when he saw Leo's gaze linger oddly on the way he was trussed up, Brynhildr's light pulsing against tanned skin. He hadn't released the spell yet.

Leo's finger moved from his lips in a subtle direction, and his magic responded to his will. Coruscating vines curled delicately around Niles's wrists, making his skin tingle. It didn't quite hurt like this, but it wasn't exactly comfortable where the ancient magic touched bare skin, either. The electric current of power made his hair stand on end. It made him instinctively want to recoil, but he had nowhere to go.

His breath hitched as the vines cinched tighter, budding leaves unfurling to tickle his palms.


Niles meant for the question to fall lightly, playfully, but his voice tumbled out rough instead, hoarse to his ears. His mouth went dry.

Leo's concentration, his control, was awing to behold firsthand. The memory of how they met burst unbidden to his mind. This magic felt wholly different from that tangle of vicious thorns ready to flay him bare. This was so precise, shaped to immobilize but so careful not to injure him. Leo… had he practiced this?

Leo was still watching him – studying him, more like, with what could pass as a dispassionate stare if Niles didn't know better by the faint color dusting pink along his high cheekbones. There was no doubt in Niles's mind that Leo was enjoying this.

He swallowed, squirming slightly against his bonds, as the vines delicately brushed against his bare throat.

"I suppose the training yard is a little too public for what I have in mind," Leo said smoothly.

With a careless flick of his wrist, Niles was dumped to the ground. Brynhildr dissipated into motes of colorful dust.

Niles gasped, shuddering at the residual frissons of magic crawling along his skin. He was somehow too hot and too cold all at once, sensations jumbled from the spell. He licked his lips, trying to find a clever retort, but found he had nothing to say as he lay in an undignified heap at his lord's feet.

"Your punishment game will continue later tonight, in my bedchamber," Leo announced. "Don't be late."

"Yes, milord," Niles croaked a little too eagerly. He definitely wouldn't be late.

Edited 2017-02-14 05:47 (UTC)

Re: for doxy from miyu~

(Anonymous) 2017-02-23 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
This anon is now a LeoxNiles convert.
miyukitty: (victory)

Re: for doxy from miyu~

[personal profile] miyukitty 2017-02-23 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
doxian: (kuroo)

Re: for doxy from miyu~

[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-23 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
hapaxlegomenon: (Default)

idk wtf this is but here have it anyway

[personal profile] hapaxlegomenon 2017-02-20 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Teshima has a very good aural memory. It’s one of the perks of his particular brand of magic. And so, when he stumbles across this magic, in a festival in a little town in the mountains, it completely freezes him in his tracks.

The magical music hums through the air, richly layered and weaving through wisps of colour that change with the notes. Like watercolour clouds, floating just a few feet above his head. He sees the people near him stop, too, heads tilted back and soft smiles, watching the melting, abstract colours.

Teshima feels the calm focus of the magic, lets it wash cool over him like the ocean, and he dives deeper, pushing, because underneath he knows there are waves, pops of innocent excitement and pride and joy and even deeper, the murky undertow of melancholy and insecurity. The thrumming of a heartbeat like a metronome. Nobody else knows it’s there -- Teshima doesn’t feel anyone else, deep in the symphony, tucked inside the secret, hidden layers. The magician behind it all is powerful, covers his core well. But Teshima knows this magic, almost as well as he does his own. He tucks his physical body into an alcove between two storefronts, and he rides the tide of the music, marvelling at the depth and complexity.

They’ve changed, in their years apart. The music is impossibly stronger. It’s beautiful. Teshima closes off his physical senses and listens.

And he doesn’t know how long he listens -- minutes, maybe, hours -- but then, Teshima gathers his own magic, and he harmonizes.

The music doesn’t break, but it swells, just a little, a crescendo of surprise and disbelief and excitement, and Teshima opens his eyes to see the sky swirling in yellows and pinks. He smiles, layers another rhythm into the symphony, and the music crests around it, pulls it into a standing wave and they resonate together. Teshima feels it pulling him, riptide, and he follows. The streets are bright with magic and his footsteps are light and sure.

“Jun-chan!” he hears, the syllables singing, and he turns and smiles.

There’s discord, in the song. Teshima can feel it. They can both feel it, deep under the melodies, from themselves, and from each other. Still, Teshima smiles.

“You found me,” Ashikiba says, delighted. His magic twists itself into Teshima’s, until they can’t tell where the separation is. There is no separation. The delineation between their fingers is more concrete, and Teshima squeezes back.

“You didn’t make it easy for me,” he says, half-teasing, and Ashikiba shrugs one shoulder, eyes gentle but guarded.

Teshima pokes at the music, popping a discordant note, and it startles Ashikiba into a laugh. “We have a lot to catch up on,” he says, and Ashikiba nods. The music wraps around them like clouds.
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Re: idk wtf this is but here have it anyway

[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-27 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
CRIES, i don't know if you read my ashite magical singing fill for SASO or if this was meant to be a riff on that or not, but i love this?? the descriptions are so rich. i love that Teshima recognizes Ashikiba based on just his magic, and all the little notes of intimacy. expression through colours+music and their magic merging together is also really good ;; finally, i love that there's still that discord underneath, everything isn't magically fixed, but they're still just happy to have found each other ;; thanks lots for this
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Re: idk wtf this is but here have it anyway

[personal profile] hapaxlegomenon 2017-03-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
HECK, I don't remember having read that but maybe my subconscious did?? Either way, I'm glad you liked it, you're great and you deserve good things!
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happy valentines!!

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-02-21 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
hi doxy, happy valentine's day!! i drew you a little phichit & guanghong hanging out and being cute together c: i hope you had a lovely day!!

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Re: happy valentines!!

[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-23 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
this is so cute, thank you so much!! i love the chibi style :3 i especially love Phichit's little wink. they look like they're having a fun time together <3
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-02-21 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Otabek/Yuri; 501w; explicit

It occurs to Yuri, writhing on a hotel bed with a hand clamped over his mouth and Otabek sucking on his dick, that he's in love.

Of all the times and places, he thinks hazily, stroking his fingers through Otabek's hair and breathing hard against the hand over his mouth. He's in love with Otabek. Okay.

With a low hum, Otabek pulls off Yuri. His lips are pink and swollen and his gaze dark as he looks up the length of Yuri's body. He's frowning. "You went soft. You didn't like it?"

Yuri lets out a huff of disbelief because it's the most ridiculous question in the world. Otabek's blowjobs are amazing; there is no possible way that Yuri wouldn't be enjoying one.

Except Otabek's fingers are curled around the base of his cock and—he isn't hard any more. All because his mind is still reeling at the fact that he's in love with Otabek, and he can't even explain himself. There's no way in the world he's going to say it to Otabek.

"I… uh." Yuri squirms a little. "I got distracted."

"Distracted," Otabek repeats, his eyes narrowing and—oh. This isn't good. He isn't pleased. Yuri doesn't blame him, but doesn't now what to say. "Are you thinking about… someone else?"

"Nothing like that," Yuri replies hastily, propping himself up on his elbows.

Otabek kisses Yuri's stomach, crawling up his body. "Yura. Look at me."

"I'm looking." Yuri can feel his face burning and he knows from experience that his blush travels down his chest too. He hates it, even if Otabek likes it.

"You got distracted while I had my mouth around your—"

"Beka," Yuri interrupts, mortified. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was thinking about you."

That gives Otabek pause. He presses a kiss to Yuri's collar bone and speaks against his skin. "It must have been an incredibly distracting thought."

Yuri laughs weakly. "You have no idea."

"Will you tell me what it was?" Otabek asks, but he must already know the answer to that, because he props himself up on all fours above Yuri, pressing him into the mattress, and kisses along his jaw. "…I was jealous. I'm sorry."

With a quiet sigh, Yuri takes Otabek's face into both of his hands. "I'm in love with you. There. That's what distracted me."

Otabek blinks at him, then slowly turns red. "Oh."

"So," Yuri gestures at his lower half, then pauses when he notices. "…Oh. You too."

"I'm in love with you too," Otabek nods.

"I meant you lost your—" Yuri pauses. "Huh?"

"You're right," Otabek murmurs, "it is a little distracting. Now that I'm thinking about it, I can't think about anything else."

"We're not going to get anywhere like this," Yuri snorts, stroking his fingers across Otabek's cheek.

"Luckily for us, we have time," Otabek replies. He pulls Yuri into a kiss. "Until then, we can just…"

"Yeah," Yuri agrees, wrapping his arms around Otabek's shoulders, content to lie there with him. "You're right."
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[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-27 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
i died reading the first line of this thinking it was going to be hot bjs or something, but then i read the rest and died even more??!? realizing gross feelings is my favorite thing, even better when it's Yurio doing it and having to be all embarrassed over it and over how vulnerable it makes him. i also really love bad/awkward sex, so that Yurio's impromptu confession /kills the mood/ rather than makes them more passionate or whatever is so good?? it's just so real. i feel like i've spoken to friends multiple times about how Feelings or serious talks can just grind sexytimes to a halt, even if it's something positive? i laughed when Otabek was matter of factly like "me too" but Yurio was talking about his disappeared erection djhfls. and i like that it just... doesn't get salvaged at the end like you might expect, but it's fine bc they're still so fond of each other and ahhh. this was such a nice read.
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[fic] Imaizumi/Teshima, Nice Conversation

[personal profile] catlarks 2017-02-21 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
A/N: I wanted to write you something fun like we've been talking about on twitter but instead I got stuck on the idea of Teshima being unable to accept the idea of Imaizumi liking him, so you get this hot mess instead. ILU Doxy!!

“You can’t be serious,” Teshima says.

It isn’t truly a question. The defensive hunch to Imaizumi’s shoulders speaks clearly of his truthfulness and besides, Imaizumi never did have much of a sense of humor. He’s a stick in the mud, their elite. Jokes are as good as a foreign language to him.

“I wouldn’t joke about this,” Imaizumi says, as if to prove Teshima’s point.

“No,” Teshima says. “I suppose you wouldn’t. It doesn’t mean I have to believe you.”

He puts on a smile, to insulate himself against the frustrated twist of Imaizumi’s mouth, against the way Imaizumi’s fists clench at his sides. It almost lets him ignore how the sight of Imaizumi’s tension-whitened knuckles makes him feel, cold and a little bit breathless.

Imaizumi might not joke, but it still sounds to Teshima’s ear like the set-up to a punchline. Imaizumi Shunsuke — haughty, high-strung, too-perfect Imaizumi — harboring feelings for his humble captain. What twist of fate, that the admiree should become the admired, that after watching Imaizumi’s back so often in his middle school years, after seeing Imaizumi rise to the podium countless times when Teshima was but a face lost in the crowd, Teshima might finally trip and find Imaizumi the one staring back at him.

He makes himself laugh, light and unconcerned, and for a moment he thinks that Imaizumi will hit him.

“I told you,” Imaizumi says. “I’m not joking.”

“And so you’re not!” Teshima replies. “But what will you have me do about it? Do you want to go on a date, Imaizumi-kun? Will we go to a nice restaurant, and have a nice dinner, and talk about the many things we have in common with each other?”

His voice is rising, taking on the beginnings of a hysterical edge. Worse, he knows that Imaizumi hears it, the way his voice cracks on the word common, driving in how very different he knows the two of them are. It’s a lovely picture, the one he’s painted in his head, where he shares a meal with someone whose love of cycling is so single-minded as to eclipse his own. He wonders if he ever has talked to Imaizumi outside of practice, whether they’ve had a single proper conversation that didn’t somehow come back to cycling.

He watches Imaizumi breathe in, observing the rise of his chest, the trembling of his lips, doing it as if from at a great distance. He sees the way Imaizumi struggles to control himself, pushing his way through the rest of the conversation on sheer force of will alone.

It’s strange, to think that this agitated, strung-taut person likes him, when he shows every sign of barely standing to talk to him.

“Teshima-san,” Imaizumi says. “Are you… Alright?”

That draws Teshima up short, the words striking him as soundly as a blow to the chest. He doesn’t know which is worse: the thought that Imaizumi likes him, or the thought that Imaizumi pities him.

There’s a roar of sound building in his ears, a rush of white static noise that fuzzes reality at the edges. Entirely unbidden, the thought that Imaizumi’s lips would not be soft rises to the forefront of his mind, arresting him with the phantom sensation of thin, chapped lips pressing against his own, real enough that his imagining feels more like a memory than something he’s made up in his mind.

“I’m fine,” he says, waiting expectantly to see whether Imaizumi believes him.

Imaizumi’s expression is skeptical, but he does not push the issue. Instead, he switches tact, chewing at his lip like he can’t quite let go of what he wants to say. The words slide from him slowly, reluctantly. “Teshima-san… You didn’t tell me no.”

And Teshima laughs, a sharp, surprised little sound, a laugh that’s sincere for all that it’s startled out of him. He always knew Imaizumi was stubborn. He supposes he just never realized quite how much.

“What exactly are you asking for?” Teshima says, more shrewdly than before.

“A chance,” Imaizumi says, so immediately that Teshima can only guess that this part of the conversation he successfully rehearsed. “I admire you a lot, Teshima-san, and all I want is the opportunity to show you how I feel.” His face is flushed; Teshima watches in fascination as color stains all the way down his neck. “A date would be nice, actually.”

“A date,” Teshima says. This time, his voice is wry. “In a nice restaurant, with nice conversation.”

“Yes,” Imaizumi says. Then, almost petulantly, “I told you it wasn’t a joke.”

Teshima chuckles to himself, soft and self-deprecating. “If it’s what you want, we can eat anywhere you like.”

The skepticism on Imaizumi’s face is clear; his brows remain furrowed, and his shoulders stay tense. He isn’t expecting a yes; he isn’t expecting the conversation to go his way at all. Well, Teshima knows exactly how he feels.

“Don’t worry, elite,” he says, reaching out to clap Imaizumi on the back, startling the tension right out of him. He can’t imagine what Imaizumi sees in him, but he would be lying if he said he’s never seen something in Imaizumi in turn — a fleeting, precious something; a brittle, trial-forged strength he doesn’t know whether he admires or envies, though he expects the truest answer is, both. “I am a man of my word.”

He’s smiling, with a crooked, sardonic twist to his mouth. “But don’t blame me when you never want to go out again!”
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Re: [fic] Imaizumi/Teshima, Nice Conversation

[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-28 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
i'm always ready to accept any kind of a hot mess when it's something to do with Teshima

like i said on Twitter, i went through like 384720 different emotions in rapid succession when reading this, holy fuck. i think part of it was that i kept being like "okay we're at level 5 of Teshima ridiculousness, they could go even further but they probably won't" but then YOU DID EVERY TIME and i died. that last line is a particular kicker, jesus christ.

i started typing out a list of details i liked but then realized i was summarizing the fic line by line... i just, love how stiff and awkward Imaizumi was the entire time, it must have been such An Ordeal to deal with (and there's a lot more where that came from good luck Imaizumi dsjkl). i love every instance of Teshima being a butt and trying to push away the fact that Imaizumi is sincere about his feelings, pushing away /his own/ feelings.

this isn't unique to this fic but it's actually been a while since i've read something of yours and reading this i'm reminded of how much i like your style just in general, the simultaneous economy of words but everything being so /detailed/ and well thought out without being overblown, and this goes for every description and line of dialogue. it's nice to be reading your stuff again.

also i just now realized the title is "Nice Conversation" and i wanna die again, snorts, it was a nice conversation indeed.
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[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-02-23 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
im absolutely late but pls have this soft otayuri

On days like these, Yuri tries.

Without a word, Yuri slips his hand into Otabek's and grips it as hard, as preciously, as he did with his very first gold medal back at Barcelona. He breathes. Brushes his thumb across the calluses that roughen Otabek's knuckles in what he hopes are steady, methodical strokes.

It feels nice.

In fact, it feels easy.

It feels like something Yuri could do everyday and not force himself to perfect any aspect of it, because it fills him with the same lurch of happiness he gets when he spies Nikolai's car from afar, or when his cat flops on top of his feet and purrs, content with Yuri's warmth, or the pleased glint that shone in Katsuki-san's eyes as he gobbled down her homemade meals, or, or--

"Are you alright?" Otabek squeezes his fingers, lightly, and the gentleness of the gesture brings Yuri back to the present. "Am I holding on too tightly? I can let go if you want."

He blinks, and takes in the sight of their linked hands once more. He smiles. "No, this is just fine." Yuri clears his throat, idly swinging their hands back and forth, like how his grandfather always swung his when they walked home. "Can we do this more often?"

The look that Otabek turns on him at that is thoughtful, but it is also kind, understanding. Yuri's chest sparks with a feeling he doesn't need to name for he's learnt it, along with the many forms it takes, during all those months in and after Hasetsu.

"Sure. Just tell me whenever you're up for it."

(Love can be that simple, natural, not something to be forced into movements or practiced, just felt, and slowly, Yuri gets it.

He gets why it's worth sharing it.)
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[personal profile] doxian 2017-02-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
ohh my god, don't worry about being late at all, this was so soft and so nice.

i'm so pleased that you addressed Yuri's perfectionism here because i wonder so much about how someone who's been so geared towards being the best would function in contexts that don't require doing that, i wonder about how someone who's been honed and polished to such sharp edges by life would try to be soft and affectionate. and-- i really like your answer to that? that he has to kinda side-eye it before letting himself settle into it and realize that it's valuable to him in its easiness, and that dating isn't "winning" someone. i'm thrumming so fondly over all of this.