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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-11 06:56 pm
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Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe



Tic-Tac-Toe


Get three in a row! That's the goal of this bonus round. Inspired by a fanwork event type called kink bingo, this round encourages you to create and fill out themed prompt cards.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 24 June. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. There's a lot of text here, but if you read carefully and follow the instructions step by step, you will be okay.


RULES
Please refer to the first comment thread of this post for an example of how this round works.

PROMPTING

  1. Select a ship to create your prompt card about. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Haruki & Kazuma). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Haruki/Kazuma). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!

  2. Visit this card generator.
    • Here is a visual guide to using it.
    • The large text box is where you can list prompts if you have your own ideas. Please list at least 9 prompts; you can list more if you want. (The generator says you need at least 24, but it's lying.) Single words or short phrases are better than sentences.
    • Otherwise, you can use the dropdown menu found right below it. Note: some of these prompts lists are NSFW. (NSFW prompts are a-ok as long as you tag for it.) If you don't like some of the options that appear in a prompt list, you can delete them.
    • Text prompts only, please. Also, each card square must be unique—don't list the same prompt 9 times.
    • In "Configuration Options," make sure you select 3x3 and (Normal prompt). This is the most important step!
    • Leave the tic-tac-toe card with its default colors, so everyone can read it clearly.
    • Click the "Create a bingo card" button.
    • Scroll down to see the card that was created for you. If you don't like the prompts it picked, you can reroll by clicking "Create a bingo card" again.
    • When you're satisfied, scroll further down the page until you see a textarea box full of HTML.
  3. Copy and paste the HTML from the box and into the body of your prompt comment, then post!

FILLING

Fill prompts by selecting an individual square to create fanwork for, then leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. (Optional:) If you can fill three squares from a prompt in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, you get a tic-tac-toe (and an additional point bonus)! You can also just fill prompts as you please and get standard points.
  • Prompt squares are labeled as follows:
    A1 B1 C1
    A2 B2 C2
    A3 B3 C3
  • If you're trying for tic-tac-toe, you cannot combine squares into one fill. If your fill can satisfy multiple squares, pick the most relevant square: e.g., one square is sailing and another is pirates and you make a fill about pirates sailing, it's mostly pirates so put down the pirates square.
  • Each fill must stand alone as an individual piece, but all your fills can slot into a larger universe if you'd like.
  • You cannot fill a prompt square more than once, but you can fill every square on a tic tac toe card if you want to.
  • You cannot work with your teammates to get a tic-tac-toe. Only individually achieved tic-tac-toes get the bonus.
  • Multiple people can fill the same prompt square. You cannot "block" others from getting tic-tac-toe.
  • Remember to also follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.


FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:
  • 400 words (prose)
  • 400px by 400px (art/images)
  • 14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:If FILLING:If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [SQUARE], [RATING]
  • Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which.
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [SQUARE], [RATING]
  • Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points for each tic-tac-toe card (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
Tic-tac-toe Bonus: 2 points each for the first 12 achieved by your team

All scored content must be created new for this round.


Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-18 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Wei Liu/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
we had to keep our relationship hidden when we were together now you moved away and idk if this will ever work out in this life but I love you and I ain't giving up Fire Emblem AU you always wait for the bus when I drive home from work with my sweet bicycle wanna have a lift
vampire au Destiny is cheap I know you're here to spy on our secret evil organization im actually tired of being here lets take em down from within
PACIFIC RIM??? K-Pop AU Rugby/Hockey AU
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B2, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-18 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Liu/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: Destiny is cheap
Word Count: 685

***

It makes it worse to say that maybe they just weren’t meant to have this. Tatsuya forgets who volunteers that, one of the other third-years as a balm to the bitterness of defeat; he balls up his fists under the table and no one notices because they’re all crying, all focused on their own insides, their own grief and loss. Basketball is a team sport, but it hurts them all separately; perhaps it’s oddly fitting that after this loss they will go their separate ways. But that’s too much like thinking about fate all over again, and Tatsuya takes another breath.

Wei is looking at him, eyes red and puffy but sharp on the back of his neck; he’d felt Tatsuya’s fist move against his leg and Tatsuya doesn’t feel like explaining. He doesn’t feel like anything, really, other than sending his rage in crashing waves the way he knows he’s not supposed to.

The bus ride back to Akita is quiet, the sound of the tires on asphalt and then, as they go north, salt, preparation for the storm, the hum of the diesel engine. The lights are off; everyone is asleep. Across the aisle from them, Coach’s head is leaning on the window, her suit jacket on the empty seat next to her. She looks worn down but at least she gets another crack at this, more years and more teams and more Winter Cups (more disappointment too, perhaps, so maybe it evens out).

Wei’s hand is on the inside of Tatsuya’s leg, just above his knee. He’s been looking out the window the whole time, letting Tatsuya lean against his shoulder; he turns his head now and looks at Tatsuya’s face.

“What was that about?” he says.

It’s ambiguous enough that Tatsuya has room to deflect if he wants; it’s a courtesy Wei’s been extending him about which Tatsuya feels almost guilty. It’s good to have the room, especially when he’s tired and miserable and the thoughts are careening and bouncing across his mind like pinballs in a machine, rocked from side to side about what he could have done, what he should have done.

“Blaming it all on fate,” says Tatsuya. “I don’t like it.”

Wei lifts his arm, dropping it around Tatsuya’s shoulders and pulling him in against his side, a position all-too-familiar but one that hurts just a little bit; they haven’t officially resigned yet but they’re no longer really captain and vice, first and second.

“Control?” Wei guesses.

“It’s more like…agency. What does anything you or I do matter if we were meant to lose?”

Wei hums; he doesn’t get it, really, but he lets it rest. Tatsuya closes his eyes; he feels the brush of Wei’s lips against his forehead. It doesn’t soften the blow, much. Blaming everything on destiny, sitting in the comfort of being meant for something, is the easy way out, something that eases the blow of bitterness right now. Is it worth the price of denying your own agency, your own efforts? Tatsuya’s never seen the point of it; it always sounds to him like an excuse not to try. It’s so easy to be tempted to give up, to throw everything away, but it cuts deeper and longer, regret burning the smoother scar. Everyone’s dealt a hand, but anyone can bluff their way into house money. Just because someone else has a royal straight flush doesn’t mean they’ll play it right; just because they’re meant to win doesn’t mean they will. Destiny is cheap; victory is expensive, and victory is earned, not predisposed (such a victory would feel mediocre, taste sour on his tongue, not a victory at all because there would be nothing to defeat).

It’s hard to express, hard to think about, even; he ends up going in circles. Fuck fate. This is his defeat, the fall he’s taking. This is his own doing, this moment, the bitter hurt and the steady rise and fall of Wei’s chest, the two of them fitting together like bridge beams. There is no higher power behind this, only them.
greenowl: (Default)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-18 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Bokuto Koutaro/Oikawa Tooru OR/AND Kuroo Tetsurou/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: alcohol
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
My cat always ends up at your house for some reason... wait you have a shit ton of cat food. And so many cats. What do you mean you're lonely...oh no You got me flowers to confess but I'm allergic welcome to ER please enjoy your stay You got so drunk you forgot who I was and asked me out again. I am your boyfriend
I have used every pick up line in my repertoire and you keep laughing at each one and yeah you're kinda cute laughing but pls stop I'm tryna flirt!!! we keep sitting at the same table in this cafe every morning at first it was cause its always full but now its just a habit and I really wanna know ur name but we've never talked I am frustrated I am the hairdresser who fucked up your hair but you keep laughing at me and tell me that dinner's gonna fix it guess I got a date
We're the only two people at this party who literally know no one but the host and we've been standing at the wall next to each other taking turns to get snacks from the buffet.. you're a real bro love you your car was parked in the wrong lot and now its gone cmon hop in ima drive you home and hey cheer up my dude You always wave at me when I leave for work in the morning and idk why you do that but I wave back every time thanks

directorenno: koharu and nene (p9) hug (Default)

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, C1, T

[personal profile] directorenno 2017-06-20 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol and drinking, drunk boyfriends being sweet
Square: You got so drunk you forgot who I was and asked me out again. I am your boyfriend
Word Count: 592

this probably only half fills your prompt but i hope you enjoy !!

***

filled here

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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-06-18 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya &/ Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: body horror
Other Tags: magic realism, unnatural eating habits (again)

Prompt:
he used to tread in my dreams painted in seafoam there are bubbles in your eyes
mirror crack the fires you let me try the stones weathered in his lungs
handmade storms lived-in shells you need to stop eating flowers (you'll never bloom)
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A2, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-19 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: mirror crack
Word Count: 489

***

The crack of a mirror is seven years of bad luck, but at this point Murasakibara’s accumulated more bad luck than years he’ll live. Of course, those kinds of adages have never specified to whom the bad luck is going, so if it’s some stranger on the other side of the world Murasakibara can live with that. Or if it perseveres to the next life, then perhaps it’s insurance that he’ll get here all over again, even if he’s an insect. And he’ll take eternal shitty luck in exchange for something that sits on his tongue without dissolving, a sliver of mirror he can swallow down, feel as it slides down his throat.

It had started with the glass candies his aunt had kept in a bowl; he’d reached for one one day and begun to suck on it, his siblings and cousins who were supposed to be watching paying him no mind. It had tasted sharp and bitter with paint, not the sweet staleness he’d come to expect from brightly-colored translucent things; he had almost spit it back out into his hand. But the sensation had been soothing, filling something he hadn’t noticed was empty. Unlike the candies he was used to, this one didn’t diminish in size and stain his tongue; this one didn’t go away.

Eventually he’d been caught and reprimanded; he hadn’t understood because his aunt had told them all to help themselves and it was candy sitting there on the table. His second brother had told him he was stupid because you can’t eat glass, and Murasakibara had wanted to retort that he just had, but he didn’t want to get hit or yelled at again. The battle was not worth having, now that he knew this was something he could do.

It had started with the candies and continued with candlesticks, glass baubles, and then the mirror. His sister had thrown her old compact in the trash, the catch broken so it wouldn’t stay closed. The mirror had been scratched on the surface, but it was still in one piece and Murasakibara had popped it out, peeling off the glue.

The coating on the back had scratched his tongue, rough and good, but the whole thing wouldn’t fit into Murasakibara’s mouth at once so he’d cracked it in two, glittering dust crumbling between the two halves and onto his bedroom floor. He’d cracked each half in two, licking the glitter from his fingers where it had stuck. It had tasted more sustaining than sugar, richer than a cheap corn snack.

He’s never explained it to Himuro, but Himuro gets it. Sometimes he’ll break the mirrors into pieces for him, divide them up into even, jagged pieces and let Murasakibara lick the dust from his nail beds. He feeds the pieces to Murasakibara, teases them out like rewards for nothing tangible, and Murasakibara takes them even though he knows he’s not always good.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-06-18 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Bokuto Koutarou &/ Kuroo Tetsurou OR Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou OR Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: graphic depictions of violence and gore
Other Tags: blood, death, murder boyfriends edition

Prompt:
second name is hydrochloric acid be friends with silence hit list in spreadsheets
remember to wear gloves oxfords or brogues (knife wounds or toast) wear your best suit
he listens to the Beatles beside a body jack be nimble / jack be quick (jack said fuck you and stabbed you with a candlestick) scrub off those blood stains

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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A1, M

[personal profile] multilinear 2017-06-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: bokuaka
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: description of violence, gore, bodily mutilation, murder, sexual themes, blood, fire
Other Tags: :'D
Square: "second name is hydrochloric acid"
Word Count: 474


***

keiji wears double layers of gloves on special nights. when they go out, clothed in black and borrowing the night, keiji makes sure they're careful.

koutarou is still dismembering the body. keiji knows the strength in those bare hands, but tonight it had been a clean one. there was no blood: just koutarou and a slow, strangling death. "i don't like the way he looked at you," koutarou had said, and keiji had nodded back. they'd gone out dancing, and found a third, unwanted partner.

if he had his way, koutarou would have killed him then and there. he's always quick about it, but keiji would rather keep things private; he's not a showy guy. and after all these years, keiji knew koutarou, his aggressions and distractions; in the neon-dark of the club, keiji kisses koutarou full on, lets koutarou wrap his arms around his waist and pull him in. koutarou's always been a bit possessive. keiji likes it.

they have a handful of different places: the old waterfront, an abandoned warehouse, an empty field--all outside of the city limits. keiji had driven them them out to the warehouse this time, where koutarou could work in peace. not like anyone could hear someone screaming, where they were going.

koutarou had carried the body over his shoulder. they keep camping lamps in the car, keiji lighting them one by one inside the dark warehouse while koutarou finishes his work. the limbs dangle, reflexless kneecaps tap-tapping as keiji fills the steel tub halfway with acid.

the chainsaw rips through the quiet night. koutarou's always been hands-on, and keiji waits until the body is in pieces, chainsaw subsiding into a rumbling silence. "bokuto-san," he says softly, hand on his shoulder. koutarou turns, lamplight catching his golden eyes, colored in mania. keiji wipes away a streak of blood with his gloved thumb and offers him a smile. "i'll help," he offers.

the torso goes in first. koutarou dunks in the head with enthusiasm, keiji dropping in the legs, watching the acid froth. he fetches more acid, pouring it into the tub while koutarou adds the arms.

they burn the clothes outside the warehouse. koutarou loops his arms around keiji's shoulders; the fire warms keiji's face, and koutarou's chest warms his back. keiji takes in a deep breath, inhaling in the scent of death: blood, acid, gasoline, and koutarou, who keeps pressing kisses against keiji's neck. "hey, you know what," he hears koutarou whisper, and keiji feels a little light-headed, a little dazed, as if he's been dancing for hours.

the fire burns while keiji turns around, moves koutarou's hands to his waist. "what," he replies, voice low. keiji tilts his head, anticipates the move, and koutarou swoops in to kiss him.

keiji kisses back, smiling when koutarou pulls him down to the ground. after all, there's nobody watching.
Edited 2017-06-20 03:37 (UTC)
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PROMPT: TEAM AONE TAKANOBU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI

[personal profile] kuriicurry 2017-06-18 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Bokuto Koutarou &/ Kuroo Tetsurou OR Bokuto Koutarou &/ Komi Haruki OR Tanaka Ryuunosuke &/ Nishinoya Yuu &/ Ennoshita Chikara
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: it can give you vertigo ???

this is less a creepy places edition and more of a Big Impressive Places Where You Can Be Alone Edition, or simply an explorator aesthetic edition, whichever you prefer... so yeah you can add creepy stuff if you want lol, but it's not required, just simple explorating is cool too !

Prompt:
the great wall of china san zhi resort hashima island
an abandoned cathedral japan's nara dreamland cambodia's angkor wat
an abandoned nuclear powerplant an abandoned rocket factory the son doong cave

Edited 2017-06-18 17:08 (UTC)
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PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-18 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuroko &/ GoM & Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko No Basuke
Major tags: none
Other tags: I JUST REALLY WANT KUROKO TO GO INTO THE ZONE, please it is a travesty I don't have this

Prompt:
going into the zone while Kagami is there going into the zone vs Murasakibara going into the zone vs Aomine
going into the zone vs Midorima going into the zone vs Kise going into the zone while Aomine is (& they're on the same team)
going into the zone vs Kagami going into the zone vs Akashi going into the zone with Akashi already in the zone (same team)

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PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[personal profile] tsunderekita 2017-06-18 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Your pick from: Team Karasuno, Team Fukurodani, Team Shiratorizawa, Koganekawa (also a Midousuji is Always Fine)
Fandom: Haikyuu, Yowapeda
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Food, gross

Prompt:
human flavored tofu potato salad loaf savory gelatin
ham and bananas hollandaise long egg bacon milkshake
soft serve chicken perfection salad deep fried cola

gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-06-18 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
do the managers count?? i mean, i can probably come up with some recipes even if they don't.....
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-18 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Isashiki Jun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: pitcher and catcher chrisjun :3 ur welc

Prompt:
the distance between mound and home plate trust injury
aiming for the world communication between battery partners off day
establishing signs koushien no practice days

Edited 2017-06-18 18:48 (UTC)
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PROMPT: Team Prince Of Tennis

[personal profile] blueminuet 2017-06-18 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kikumaru Eiji/Oishi Shunichiro/Inui Sadaharu
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: Medical issues (flu mention), Parks and Rec Quotes

Prompt:
I know this is a dire situation, but I swear to God this is like a crazy sex fantasy for me. I am 100% certain that I am 0% sure what I'm going to do. Punk-ass book jockeys!
Doctor Buttons!! I don't even have time to tell you how wrong you are... actually, it's gonna bug me if I don't. My body is finely tuned, like a microchip. And the flu is like a grain of sand. It could literally shut down the entire system.
Anyway, life is fleeting. There's like a 30% chance they'll both die. Guys love it when you can show them you're better than they are at something they love.

Edited 2017-06-18 22:57 (UTC)
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, B1, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-06-24 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Kikumaru Eiji/Oishi Shuuichirou
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: xeno, robots
Square: I am 100% certain that I am 0% sure what I'm going to do.
Word Count: 932

Happy (slightly belated) birthday, Mels!

***

Inui sighed as he settled down onto his bed and plugged himself in for the night. It wasn't strictly necessary. He had always been able to connect to the ship's data systems wirelessly, and after his most recent upgrade, even a physical plug for charging was technically unnecessary so long as he was in close enough proximity to a charging station. But he had always been somewhat traditional in his ways, and there was something far more reassuring (and intimate) about tangible wires tethering him to the rest of the system while he recharged and ran his heaviest number crunching processes overnight (plus, there was a far lower chance of picking up stray signals over a physical data connection; he didn't want to think of the error pirated pornography would have introduced into his data on stellar accretion rates if he hadn't caught it).

As the ship's head data officer, he technically wasn't high enough in the command chain to warrant a room to himself, but the number of computers and wires crammed into the space had more-or-less forced the issue. Or at least, it had until several weeks prior when he had come back one night to find one of the Requisitions clerks trying to fit an overly large suitcase through his doorway.

"Excuse me," Inui had said, and the clerk had jumped, hitting the suitcase and generating an irritated yowl from the other side of the doorway.

"Oh, nice to meet you," the clerk had said, holding out his hand. "I'm Oishi Shuuichirou, one of your new roommates."

Inui had stopped. "I don't have roommates."

"You do now. Maintenance and Facilities said they sent you a notification." Inui had a vague recollection of a message received the day before. He had been in the middle of a particularly complicated set of navigational calculations requested before the ship entered a stretch of space pocketed with deep gravity wells around neutron stars and an occasional black hole. He had assumed it was another shipwide notification of bathroom malfunctions or something else that didn't concern him and his inorganic body and ignored it.

"I don't have roommates," Inui had repeated. "There's no space."

"Well, I'm sure we'll work something out," Oishi had said. "Eiji and I were up in the general bunks, but it turns out a couple of the new recruits are allergic. Eiji, come meet our new roommate."

A feline alien had vaulted over the suitcase to stand next to Oishi, tail swishing. "Kikumaru Eiji," he had said. "Nice to meet you."

"My computers are allergic to cat fur," Inui had said, not taking the offered hand. He was already picturing the nightmare of cat fur clogging the fans in his servers and crashing his entire system.

"I don't shed," Eiji had said huffily.

"We're sorry, but this is the only room on the ship that isn't already severely overcrowded. Until we make the detour past the new outpost next month with this new batch of cadets, there's no space left anywhere. Maintenance is already complaining about how they had to convert a couple of the showers to temporary bunks, and Medical has lost two full sick bays."

Inui had sighed and stared at the luggage blocking the entrance to his space. "Just don't touch anything," he had said.

That had been two weeks earlier. Now, Eiji and Oishi were comfortably installed in what had been Inui's closet (he had never understood the human obsession with so many clothes when two pairs really were enough, and it had been easier to requisition a new cot for the closet than to try to move the tangled wiring of his server farm from what had once been the other bed in the room).

At least, Eiji and Oishi had been in the closet when Inui had started plugging himself in for the night and initiating his overnight processes. Now they were both standing next to his bed, and Eiji had the huge grin on his face that Inui had learned never meant anything good.

"Nee, Inui, what if we joined you out here tonight?" Eiji asked, jumping up onto the bed. "The closet's really stuffy again; I don't think Maintenance fixed the air vent yet."

Inui felt like Eiji was omitting some part of the story. A quick glance at Oishi's face, which was currently an alarmingly bright beacon in his infrared sensors, confirmed his suspicions.

"And?" Inui prompted.

Eiji's ears twitched. "Well…we were thinking that since we're roommates now, you might want to join us."

"Join you in what?" Inui asked, wishing that he hadn't already allocated most of his processors to data-crunching. Navigating interactions with other sentient lifeforms had not been included in his bandwidth distribution calculations for the night.

"In this," Eiji said with a grin, leaning down to lick Inui's bare chest. Inui jolted at the sudden static charge across his body. After a lab incident caused in part by insufficient sensory input, he had increased the haptic sensitivity of his sensor network as part of his last system update. Eiji's rough tongue dragging across the upgraded synth skin threatened to overload his processors completely.

Even the lingering aftershocks of the sensation were intense, leaving him no space to even consider thinking. When Eiji looked up at him expectantly, it was all he could do to make a noise he hoped was sufficient to convey his enthusiastic assent.

The sparks that exploded over his body after that told him he had succeeded as they drowned out any attempt at further thought.
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PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-18 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya/kuramochi youichi or literally anyone else who strikes your fancy upon reading this prompt
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: miyuki's terrible sex decisions, the Reductress Article editions

Prompt:
How To Impress Your Boyfriend's Mother When His Cum Is Still Inside You The 5 Guys That Will Call You 'Buddy' After They've Been In Your Vagina How To Come In Missionary Even After Your Meyers-Briggs Says You're "The Commander"
Are You Dating or Just Friends Who Have Sex And See Each Other 5 Times a Week? 5 Sex Positions That Say "I'm The Captain Now" Subtle Ways to Let Him Know Your Snatch Can Take A Real Pounding
Shower Sex Hacks That Won't Fix Your Weird Power Dynamics How to Leave A One-Night Stand With Your Dignity And His Cocker Spaniel 5 Guys Who Are Maybe Worth The Risk of A UTI

(as usual - trans myk and not cisswap!)
Edited 2017-06-18 23:45 (UTC)
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PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-18 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya/terrible choices (and also kuramochi youichi, takigawa chris yuu, sawamura eijun, and furuya satoru)
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: sexual content and a lot of it, blood
Other Tags: miyuki please (more reductress articles)

Prompt:
How To Friendzone Him While He's Still Inside You Charming Ways to Make Sure He Can Tell You Masturbated to Him Glances To Let Your Friends Know You're Fucking Your Ex Again
How To Tell If You And Your Friend Are Dating the Same Chris 7 Reasons You're Not Your Friend's Type, Not That You Asked How To Deal When Your Best Friend Gets Eaten Out More Than You
5 Safewords Your Roommates Won't Mind Hearing You Scream Tips To Keep Yourself From Fucking Him Before You Fuck Him Anyway What To Do When You Realize You're Wearing Period Underwear Instead of Sex Underwear

significant look towards my username
Edited 2017-06-18 23:57 (UTC)
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] marks 2017-06-19 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
shit, there are a lot of winners here.
earlgrey_milktea: akaashi eating 2 onigiri at the same time (Default)

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-06-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: tachibana makoto &/ nanase haruka
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: small magic prompts

Prompt:
my emotions resonating with yours accidental soul-bond euphoria singing through your veins
plucking stars from the sky for you your pulse beneath my fingertips finding a cure in your lips
flames trailing your footsteps palms glowing like fireflies handmade charm hanging around your neck

transmiyuki: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-19 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya/interpersonal issues (also kuramochi youichi, furuya satoru, takigawa chris yuu, and narumiya mei)
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: alcohol, wild veering from 'slapstick sex goofs' to 'depressing kind-of-comedy', infidelity

Prompt:

5 Things That Will Destroy Your Marriage Besides Also He Never Loved You Is He Hitting Your G-Spot or Your Breaking Point? Sexy Ways to Low-Key Black Out and Sabotage Something Good
How To Make Your Glaring Virginity Less Distracting to Those Around You What Does She Have That You Don't? Here's a List. How To Let Him Down Easy Enough That He Still Wants to Fuck You
8 Quick Labels For When You Don't Know What The Fuck Is Going On In Your Relationship 8 Things You Can Never Love Again Because He Touched Them The 5 Married Men You'll Date In Your Twenties


Edited 2017-06-19 02:08 (UTC)
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FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, A3, R (1/2)

[personal profile] bandera 2017-06-24 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Intrapersonal Issues/Narumiya Mei
Fandom: Daiya no A
Major Tags: Brief mentions of sexual content, non descriptive.
Other Tags: boys who suck at feelings
Square: A3, "8 Quick Labels For When You Don't Know What The Fuck Is Going On In Your Relationship"
Word Count: 3,542

HI I'M BACK AGAIN, that's 2/2 mei ships you've gotten me on o7

***


Mei has a little list he keeps in the back of his head for Miyuki Kazuya. He's had this same list since he was eleven years old and they first met, and he's mentally scratched off the title of that list since its creation, changing it from year to year, going from "Reasons Why Miyuki Kazuya is the Perfect Catcher for my Perfect Team" to "Reasons Why I'm Going to Crush Miyuki Kazuya at Baseball" to now, "Reasons Why Kazuya is Driving Me Crazy".

There are eight reasons. Eight little things that are driving Mei crazy.

8. his stupid text messages.
hey. what's the code to your apartment?

Mei stares at his phone like it's grown a second head.

It's a late Tuesday night, a day before his next doubleheader with the Swallows. He's supposed to be resting, but Mei ignores the conscious voice that sounds suspiciously like Masa-san in the back of his head to watch another rerun of some dubbed English show with a bowl of ice cream in his lap. He's already in his pajamas, hair soaking wet from a shower, wearing a pair of slippers and considering never moving again, and apparently Kazuya is here.

To his credit, he doesn't get straight up. (The him of eight years ago might be proud.)

are you trying to break into my apt?

wow, yes, Mei, that's exactly why I'm asking for the code. Are you going to let me in so i can steal your valuables?

Mei snorts at his sarcasm, because his valuables are in fact great, but saves the snippy reply for when he gets up and opens the door himself in lieu of the code, telling him very seriously that he doesn't trust him for a second around his good stuff.

Kazuya looks like Kazuya, a little tired, but holding a baseball scorebook under his arm. He's still in his pajamas, sweats and a t-shirt too, a beanie pulled half-assed over his messy brown hair. He has data, he says, about their next game.

Mei lets him in immediately.

They fall asleep together with the scorebook between them, both laid out on Mei's bed. When Mei gets up in the morning, Kazuya's in his breakfast nook, making coffee, and he's gone within an hour.

Mei walks out of the entire experience more confused than he was 24 hours beforehand, but at least he's got a solid one-up on Hongou for this match, for once.

In the future, he'll label this with "When It All Began", like a researcher creating a manic little corkboard of memories. If this list is his board, then this is his very first red string.

7. the fact that he's a bed hog.
It's not the first time that Kazuya stays the night, and it won't be the last. After the doubleheader--one in which Mei, as usual, received glowing reviews for his performance, his excellent fastball that's getting faster every year--Kazuya comes home with him to talk over game stats.

It's always game stats. Mei doesn't mind--he could talk about them all day every day for the rest of his life, too, and he settles in beside him on his own bed, hip to hip as they look over the manager's careful data and watch tapes. Mei shoves him when he points out a dumb face he makes on the mound, looks pleased when Kazuya praises him.

When night falls, Kazuya doesn't go home. He just drops into Mei's bed, where they haven't moved in a few hours, shimmies out of his pants, and rolls onto his side.

And though Kazuya doesn't have an eyemask--he sleeps with his arm over his eyes instead--his other arm falls across Mei's waist when he lays down like it's the most natural spot on the bed. He won't look at him, not when Mei's eyes snap open and he looks down at the offending arm with a mixture of confusion and delight powering the furious little bird beating away in his ribcage that seems ripe to escape out of his throat.

Mei stares at it a little longer. Kazuya doesn't move, his breathing even; Mei's pretty sure he's not asleep, though he's sure pretending.

He shuts his eyes again and doesn't move.

What the fuck?

(Phase two: The ?Accidental? Cuddle. Consider it in bold red ink on his mental list.)

6. his personal space issues.
The next day on the field, Kazuya doesn't come anywhere near him short of where he has to. He's practically got a forcefield up, which isn't surprising, but is definitely jarring because if Mei closes his eyes enough, he can still feel the warm heat of Kazuya's arm over him.

On the surface, nothing seems abnormal between them. They bicker on and off the field, Mei needling at Kazuya and Kazuya hitting right back, the two of them familiar, joking, the "husband and wife" at it again, as their teammates affectionately (possibly) call them, shaking their heads.

Kazuya doesn't miss a beat when they do, tilting his head to the side. His eyes are big, fake wide, and Mei feels a rise of irritation in his throat just looking at it. "It's a shame Mei doesn't have a domestic bone in his body. I hope you'll all understand the difficulties I have with my wife."

Mei throws a towel at his face. It's very, very satisfying.

(This would be label number 3: "Sarcasm Over Emotions". Someone ought to pay Mei for his genius names.)

5. housewife mode.
For all the commentary Kazuya proceeds to make about Mei being the wife--even if Mei reminds the entire team that stupid joke is the other way around--it's Kazuya who defies gender roles entirely and acts completely and utterly domestic. (Not that they had any actual roles in the first place.)

This is by far the most baffling thing that's happened over the past few months. Mei's known Kazuya since they were twelve. He knows most of his habits and hobbies. He knows he likes to cook. He, never, in their ten years of friendship, has ever cooked for Mei.

And yet, here he is. He's carrying not one, not two, not three, but four small containers of tupperware when Mei opens the door to him this week. They stack up to just about his nose, and Kazuya juggles them to one arm to give him a one handed wave, his grin cheeky as he strides right in past Mei, who is gaping at him just a little.

"Bad day?" he quips, eventually, staring at the space where Kazuya was occupying for just a second to make sure he didn't just imagine that, "Kazuya, what the hell."

"Says you." Kazuya replies, calm as ever as he sets his stack down. He does have a point. They'd suffered a nasty loss to the Giants, and there were rumors swirling around that Mei had reached his peak. Mei's not saying he's been moody--he's a mature, responsible adult who just needs to reflect on his performance--but also, he's currently wrapped in a blanket and none of the apartment lights are on.

He scoffs, kicking the door shut with his bare foot. It makes a satisfying noise behind him, and Mei shuffles into the room, dropping himself dramatically into one of the kitchen island stools. "Why are you here."

"I can't be worried?" No, Mei thinks, you're physically incapable of human emotion. Kazuya waves a hand as he pops the top off of a big container of fresh rice. "I was elected to make sure you weren't dead."

He says it deadpan, and Mei's mouth draws into a pout, imagining the team playing rock paper scissors to see how their ace was doing. They should all be clamoring to make him feel better--not that he deserves it right now, but still.

He opens his mouth to say something back, but Kazuya stops him, almost immediately putting a spoon in his mouth. Making an "Mmpht--" noise, Mei does his best to scowl at him, but the fact is that his food is fucking delicious, and Mei won't argue that. He eats an entire serving and then some, and banters with Kazuya over the effectiveness of a slider in clutch situations over bowls of chicken and rice.

The only reason Mei knows he stays the night is because he falls asleep with his head on his lap on the couch a few hours later, and he likes to think Kazuya, maybe, didn't have the heart to move him.

(He felt the fingers sifting through his hair right up until he dozed off, and didn't say anything. Never said anything. Never has said anything, not for a crush that's been long-standing for at least five of the ten years of their friendship. It's phase four: the Maybe I Should Say Something.)

4. always knowing how to say just the wrong thing.

They get into a screaming argument over pitch count two days later, Mei snarling in his face, Kazuya as cool as ice. The coach separates them and sends them both home from practice, and Mei fumes for hours, kicking pillows across his apartment.

Maybe if you keep playing like this, someone'll hit a walk off homer off of you. Too bad your talent's not as big as your ego.

Mei can't stand him. Him and his pompous, obnoxious, weakness-hitting face.

It echoes in his head until he sleeps, alone and angry, and ignoring the ready made meals Kazuya prepared for him in the fridge.

(Phase Five: The I Want To Punch You, and Definitely Not With My Mouth.)

3. the way he kisses like it means something.
Once everyone's (not) said their apologies, the show must go on. The coaches are so used to Mei and Kazuya being, well, Mei and Kazuya, that the head coach's response to their argument is to put them in the bullpen until they're back to normal.

It works. It always does: Mei throws the ball as hard as he can and Kazuya flings it back, and feelings that could never be said out loud find their way through a few ounces of white leather and red stitching. Within an hour, they're bickering like normal, Mei finding the easy thread of their relationship and giving it a tug back into the right place.

Mei has always said he pitches well when he's angry: Kazuya will call him a liar every time. Either way, he pitches only the second no-hitter of his career in their game the next day. The entire stadium rises to their feet as Mei throws his final pitch, his changeup that his been his weapon since he was 14.

Kazuya opens his arms across the plate. It says give me everything you've got, and as Mei's fingers find the grip, he takes the sweet delight in knowing that even though the batter across from them knows what he's going to throw, there's not a chance he's going to hit it.

The stadium erupts when the umpire calls, but Mei doesn't hear any of it. His whole world narrows down to the brilliant light that fills up his chest, the I did it that screams across his face, and to Kazuya across from him, who rips off his mask and throws it to the ground, who joins the rest of the team in rushing Mei, but is the first one to hit into him bodily, his arms solid and strong when he grabs Mei around the waist and picks him up so his feet are off the ground, and Mei lifts his arm in the air and points to the sky, a number one as he collapses into a pile of his teammates.

When they go home together, Mei's hot off of victory and Kazuya's the same. He's holding the tapes in his duffel bag, having dodged paparazzi and interviewers alike to get home, but Mei will watch his victorious performance later, laser focused on the back in front of him, on Kazuya who whirls around on him in the front entryway and faces him, his eyes lit up like he just caught a pitch no one said he could.

It sends a bolt down Mei's spine, and he grins at him, hungry, delighted, and is the first one to pin him into the entryway wall to claim his mouth in a kiss--though Kazuya gives right back, his hands twining up in Mei's hair and pulling him in like he could get more, more, more.

The victory high doesn't even wear off when they're lying side by side in Mei's bed again, clothes missing, chests heaving, and Mei lifts his fist to put it up in the air.

Kazuya knocks his against his, says, "Romantic," and Mei laughs so hard he thinks he might cry.

(Phase Six: It Could've Been Perfect Right Here, but No)

7. his ability to pretend to ignore me, when i know he can’t

Things aren’t weird after that, which is in reality what makes this whole thing weird. Mei’s expecting--something. There’s an anxious little trill in his chest that comes up with a variety of different, horrible possibilities for this new little wrinkle in their years long relationship, but Mei ignores it, and as far as he can tell, so does Kazuya.

When he gets to the bullpen, Kazuya greets him with a nod, makes a shitty comment about his pitch count, drops into a crouch, and gets right to work. It’s almost anticlimactic: but for now, Mei rolls with it. After all, this is a two way street, and Mei can think of several things he’d rather do than confess to Kazuya (“tell Sawamura Eijun he’s a better pitcher than me”, “spend a week in Umemiya Seiichi’s company, even if he’s not playing baseball”, “play something boring like catcher”, for example), so he rolls with the idea of nothing changing.

And for a while, it’s fine.

It keeps happening. Kazuya keeps inserting himself into his life, texts him stupid things when they’re not at practice, appears to cook him dinner and hit the top of his hand with a wooden spoon when he’s trying to sample the food. That’s the kind of thing they’ve always had, but now there are new dimensions. Now, occasionally Mei will pin him into the oven and kiss him senseless, might eat him out for half an hour until he’s flushed red and sweaty and pounding his fist against the bed and cussing Mei out (Mei’s favorite; Kazuya rarely swears, and to get a series of them is like Christmas morning.) Sometimes, Kazuya will throw Mei over his shoulder like he’s made of paper and carry him off to bed, fit between his legs like he’s meant to be there.

And nothing changes.

It’s driving Mei crazy.

But, over time, things start to shift, and not in a good way. It’s not obvious, but to Mei, it feels like a chasm being built between them: Kazuya stops asking him to go over scorebooks with him, stops appearing at his apartment until its dwindled to nothing at all. He hasn’t sent a text message outside of practice in a week, and it’s about then that Mei hits his breaking point, when Kazuya still has the nerve to crouch across from him in the bullpen like everything is fine.

If he throws a little harder than usual, he’ll just blame it on being wound up.

Maybe he needs to get laid.

(Phase Seven: Fuck, I Think I Fell In Love With Him.)


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PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[personal profile] wino 2017-06-19 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: nijimura/akashi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: romcom films edition

Prompt:

Love Actually Breakfast At Tiffany's You've Got Mail
Pride and Prejudice Casanova When In Rome
Kate and Leopold The Wedding Singer 13 going on 30

wino: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[personal profile] wino 2017-06-19 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: nijimura/akashi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: romcom tropes edition

Prompt:
speed dating allergic to love drunk vegas wedding
amicable exes accidental proposal bachelor auction
kissing booth love informant grand romantic gesture

chiharu: (Akashi)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, A1, G

[personal profile] chiharu 2017-06-19 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: nijimura shuuzou / akashi seijuurou
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Square: speed dating
Word count: 1144


***


Nijimura only goes because he miscalculates the outcome of last week's game and loses a bet to Haizaki. It figures that Haizaki would choose the most embarrassing punishment possible and make Nijimura attend the company mixer. Nijimura has been at the Tokyo Tribune for a year. Yet, his disdain for small talk and refusal to interact with people outside of the sports department ensured that he only knew a handful of people. It doesn't help that the big boss upstairs managed to buy out three other competing new sources in the time Nijimura has been here, and now the entire building belongs to the Akashi Conglomerate.

Well, at least Nijimura only needs to sit through ten rounds of speed dating. That had been Haizaki's condition when he gleefully signed Nijimura's name up with HR. Maybe if Nijimura scowls hard enough, people will naturally avoid his table.

He has no such luck, Nijimura learns as the organizer explains the procedures. Everyone here is dressed to the nines, whereas Nijimura is wearing a distilled version of his work clothes. Tanaka had spilled coffee all over Nijimura's table this morning, thus making Nijimura change out of his dress shirt and into an L.A. Laker's shirt. He already knows Nanami-chan in HR will be annoyed with him for showing up like this.

His first victim is a pretty brunette from accounting. "I like foreign movies," she says softly. "Have you seen any interesting ones lately?"

"Batman v. Superman," Nijimura replies lamely, which causes her to smile thinly back at him in a way that only confirms his shitty taste.

This becomes a pattern. He meets a handful of people from other departments who were either coerced into participating by their managers, or here to actually find true love. He endures small talk with the former and grins apologetically at the disappointment radiating off the latter. There's a disproportionate ratio of men to women here, which gives Nijimura a break to chat with a few male coworkers.

Nijimura is ready to bail when a pretty redhead slips into the seat in front of him. He's pale and lovely, with a sharp jaw line and calculating eyes. Nijimura has never met him before. He's sure he would've remembered otherwise.

"Do you like basketball?" His new companion asks. Around them, chatter continues to fill the room.

"Eh, yeah," Nijimura says slowly. "I played through high school."

The redhead smiles slowly. He's not wearing a standard lanyard with an ID card. "What position?"

"Power forward."

"I suspected as much. I played point guard, myself."

Nijimura raises an eyebrow. "Have you played any games lately?"

"Sure," the redhead says. "Although I don't have much time lately. I enjoy watching it more these days."

Nijimura leans in. "Which teams are you following?"

Pretty Redhead drums long, smooth fingers on the table top. "You can say I'm invested in a handful of NBA teams. Currently, I'm following the Cleveland Cavaliers for-"

"Aomine Daiki!" Nijimura cuts in. "Sorry for interrupting, but that guy is crazy good. You know, I interviewed him once when he was still in the junior J-leagues. He's a total bum but mind boggling on the court. That kind of footwork and dribbling is just unprecedented."

This makes Pretty Redhead nod. "Yes, I can imagine. I'm also following The New York Knicks. They recently drafted a Japanese player too, and I find him quite interesting."

"Ah," Nijimura says awkwardly. He never knows how to broach this topic, and no one in his department even knows. "Himuro, right? Actually, I'm friends with him."

Pretty Redhead tilts his head. His eyes are unreadable, but there's still a sliver of a smirk on his face. "How so?"

"We were classmates back in LA. I only went to school there for a few years, but we hit it off pretty well. We used to play together, in high school."

"You must be quite good, then." Pretty Redhead brings a hand to his chin. Either Nijimura is imagining it, or the redhead is flirting with him?

Nijimura rubs the back of his head. "Nah, I'm okay. Haven't played in years. Tatsuya is the real genius. He still sends me tickets sometimes, but I can't just hop on a plane to New York, you know?"

"Why not?"

Nijimura laughs. "First of all, the vacation policy at Akashi Corp sucks. My department head is a slave driver. I barely had time to go see my kid brother's graduation. Why, do you want to use my tickets instead? You can have them."

Pretty Redhead is opening his mouth when harried-looking Nanami-chan approaches their table.

"I didn't know you would be attending, Akashi-sama!" Nanami-chan says as she bows at... fuck. He's not old enough to be Akashi Masomi, so he must be the rumored prodigal son. According to rumor mills, he'd recently returned from studying abroad in England.

Nijimura doesn't need an inside scoop to know he's screwed.

"It's no problem," Akashi Seijuurou says easily. He reaches over the table and flips over the ID card hanging from Nijimura's lanyard. "I was just having a very nice chat with Shuuzou-san."

Nanami-chan gives Nijimura a look of exasperation. "Akashi-sama, Nijimura-kun is the best writer in the sports department at the Tribune. He's quite efficient and popular."

"Is that so?" Akashi says thoughtfully.

Nijimura keeps his mouth shut, for he knows Nanami-chan is trying to save his ass. He's going to owe her so many drinks after this.

"Yes," Nanami-chan says. "In fact, Chief-Yamashita wants to move Nijimura-kun into another department, but his department head refuses to let Nijimura-kun go."

"I already knew that," Akashi says smoothly, which is a feat because even Nijimura didn't know that. "Yamashita-san has mentioned it to me."

"What? Was this a secret interview?" Nijimura demands before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Around them, people are starting to stare. "Was this a test?"

Nanami-chan, perhaps deeming Nijimura a lost cause at this point, sighs and goes off to speak to someone else. This leaves Nijimura to stew in his self-imposed misery.

"Just fire me now," Nijimura mumbles as he leans back into his seat. "Give me the mercy kill. Let me be free so I can be jobless and go see my friend play in the NBA."

Akashi's laughter is soft but resounding. "The vacation policy is something I am looking into revamping with the head of HR. I only remembered your name from a brief chat I had with Yamashita-san. I didn't know who you were until Nanami-san interrupted us."

"Oh," Nijimura says.

"Actually," Akashi continues. There’s a hint of something else in his voice. "I was hoping you'd invite me to the game with you."

"Oh," Nijimura says again as recognition dawns. "Yeah. I, eh, I guess I can make that happen."

Akashi’s smile is small but genuine. "I look forward to it."




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PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-19 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: sexual content, blood, death
Other Tags: angst, bad end krry a la nicole dollanganger

Prompt:
now we’re blood brothers, a part of me will always live in you his coffin is not your arms, his grave is not your bed in the blue and red arena, trying to pretend we’re the same
of all the things you fuck i'm the most empty but i fear a dead body would feel warm compared to mine yeah my baby has a baby but it’s not me
in the backyard full of dying flowers, in the kitchen on the pale pink counter you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love he tried to tell me things get abandoned, it’s okay for them to rot

Edited 2017-06-19 04:08 (UTC)
kazuyas: (chris senpai)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
can't wait for hannah to see this
transmiyuki: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-19 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya/kuramochi youichi or takigawa chris yuu
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none, it's all lyrics from 'in california' by joanna newsom

Prompt:
To spend my life in spitting distance of the love that I have known Sometimes I am so in love with you I don't belong to anyone, my heart is heavy as an oil drum
But there is another who is a little older did you love me? do you spite me? Is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour?
I have sown untidy furrows across my soul, but I am still a coward When I broke my bone, he carried me up from the riverside I am native to it, but I'm overgrown

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Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-19 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
lies down forever and ever
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PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-06-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kise ryouta &/ kasamatsu yukio
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: potential sexual content
Other Tags: marianas trench lyrics prompts

Prompt:
and maybe you're here because you wanna come home / but what if you're just afraid to be alone make me skin and bones / i'm always on my knees for you if your heart wears thin i will hold you up / and i will hide you when it gets too much
don't you look so shocked / this was not the way i planned it i will softly pull away / in this broken beautiful mess i've made take me home / i don't wanna be alone tonight
you know you love the way i linger and / you keep me wrapped right 'round your finger i can take it if you need to take this out on someone baby don't say to me / you should stay away from me

kiyala: (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C1, G

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-24 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst
Square: if your heart wears thin i will hold you up / and i will hide you when it gets too much
Word Count: 450

***

This is his duty, Yukio thinks to himself, as captain of the team. If it's what he needs to do for their ace, then so be it. He'll be the strong arm under Ryouta's to lift him up, he'll be the steady legs to help him walk, he'll be the armoured heart, more familiar with loss than Ryouta will ever be, wiser for it, gentle when he needs to be.

He'll swallow down his own bitter disappointment, for as long as Ryouta needs it of him. He'll let Ryouta cry instead of shedding his own tears, and when Ryouta doesn't stop, when his tears turn into outright sobs that shake their way through him, Yukio will guide him off the court, to the locker rooms, out of sight of everyone else.

"I'm—sorry—" Ryouta hiccups through his tears, bringing the heels of his hands up to his eyes in an effort to stop crying. It doesn't work, and Yukio sighs, holding Ryouta by the wrists, pulling his hands back down.

"It's fine," he says gently. "You don't have to apologise. You did your best out there. You did better than that, actually. You pushed yourself and I'm proud of you. We're all proud of you."

Ryouta blinks, tears clinging to his eyelashes, and he looks beautiful. Yukio's heart is breaking for Ryouta, for himself, and it still somehow finds the ability to skip a beat as Ryouta leaves him breathless with a different kind of wonder to what he feels on the court.

"Senpai?" Ryouta asks, wiping his cheeks, his tears dripping from his fingers as he does. His voice is still trembling, but his shoulders have stopped at least, and even though he's still crying, it's not quite as bad as it was before.

"If anyone can overcome this," Yukio tells him, with full honestly, "if anyone can learn from this and keep moving forward and make sure that we win next time, out of everyone in the world, it's going to be you. I believe that."

Ryouta looks at him, stunned into silence. Yukio presses on, taking Ryouta's hands into his and squeezing them firmly.

"I'm not saying this because I'm your captain and you're my ace. I'm saying it as one basketball player to another, Kise. There's no one in the world who can do what you do—you learn so quickly, you grow so quickly. You're going to keep growing and you'll get there. Whatever you're aiming for, I believe you can do it. I believe in you."

Ryouta's smile, shaky as it might be, is completely worth the clenching pain in Yukio's chest as he pushes his own tears back for just a little longer.
miyukitty: (demon oikawa)

PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[personal profile] miyukitty 2017-06-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru or Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru or Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru or Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou or Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: Death, Graphic depictions of violence
Other Tags: BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY: angst edition, murder boyfriends??, also good fantasy AU bait, sideeyes that middle prompt, bring on the blood and tears

Prompt:


put a gun up to his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead nothing really matters to me let me go (will not let you go)
now i've gone and thrown it all away so you think you can love me and leave me to die sending shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me just killed a man i'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low

intricacies: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[personal profile] intricacies 2017-06-22 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
(softly) miyu, no...
garciraki: by kuramochi (backs)

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[personal profile] garciraki 2017-06-19 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: any combination of Shiraishi Kuranosuke &/ Yukimura Seiichi &/ Kirihara Akaya
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: death
Other Tags: sacrilege, implications of cannibalism

Prompt:
Isaiah 14:12 "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!" 1 Corinthians 10:13 "No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind." John 6:55 "For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink."
Philippians 4:13 "I can do all this through him who gives me strength." James 5:16 "Therefore confess your sins to each other." John 10:10 "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy."
Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded you?" Psalm 23:5 "You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies." 1 Corinthians 15:42 "So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption."

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Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-06-19 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
i don't do tennis, but lord almighty this prompt
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-06-19 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Midorima Shintarou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol and drinking, religion (buddhism)

Prompt:

arriving today at the yonder side / of the deep mountains of evanescent existence although its scent still lingers on / the form of a flower has scattered away let me transform myself just for you
we shall never allow ourselves to drift away / intoxicated in the world of shallow dreams all acts are impermanent for whom will the glory / of this world remain unchanged?
i want to know everything to the core it still will not be sufficient for me let me fall into the abyss together with you
kiwiaste: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fukutomi Juichi/Arakita Yasutomo or Ibitani Ryou/Machimiya Eikichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: means of transportation (other than bikes)

Prompt:
spaceship ice skates train
scooter swan rowboat motorbike
plane luxury cruiser rollerblades
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

[personal profile] jaegervega 2017-06-21 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fukutomi Juichi/Arakita Yasutomo
Fandom: Yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none
Square: Swan rowboat

I am so sorry I did his to your beautiful prompt
I just... these two can never have a typical romantic date on something that moves

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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

[personal profile] babster - 2017-06-21 23:49 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

[personal profile] jaegervega - 2017-06-24 22:36 (UTC) - Expand
kiwiaste: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: counting magpies (crows?)

Prompt:
one for sorrow two for joy three for a girl
four for a boy five for silver six for gold
seven for a secret eight for a wish nine for a kiss
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PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[personal profile] directorenno 2017-06-19 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: sakurai ryou/aomine daiki, sakurai ryou/wakamatsu kousuke, or sakurai ryou/imayoshi shouichi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: summer aesthetic edition, none

Prompt:
fireflies clammy hands melted ice cream
sunscreen watermelon chafed thighs
sticky clothes broken air conditioner picnic bento
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A1, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-22 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sakurai/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: fireflies
Word Count: 440

***

Ryou’s not an outdoor person, but this is nice. Trying to put up a tent hadn’t been fun (he and Daiki had ended up arguing and Daiki had had to redo the whole thing) but after that things had smoothed themselves out, set themselves up inside and gone for a hike. The ground is rough, but Ryou’s still in good shape from basketball, and even though it’s dirty and gross (especially the bugs Daiki keeps trying to point out to him) it’s actually quite pretty around here. The view from the top of the mountain is lovely, the small town where Daiki’s aunt lives spreading out below them like a map, like a color page at the beginning of a manga, setting the scene (and Ryoui’s fingers are itching to draw something like it; he’d brought his sketchpad and he’s definitely going back there tomorrow).

The brook Daiki insists on bathing in is cold, but it’s refreshing at midday and Daiki’s fingers feel nice washing his back. The little fish slide through his fingers, tickling his hands, and he turns to Daiki and laughs. Daiki’s grinning too, quick and easy, the way he never used to do but now gives a little more freely, always like he means it.

And then Daiki pulls him down into the water and Ryou shrieks, punching at his shoulder and trying to duck him in, too, and when they get out they’re shivering but happy, sticking close to each other for heat (and each stealing a kiss or two).

The sun sets, pink and purple across the clear sky, the sun glowing like the charcoal in their grill as they watch the smoke flit upward and dissipate, a hazy filter to the sky. In the backdrop of the spearmint-green trees, there is something like a yellow sparkle, a holiday light or a glitter in the middle of the panel of a comic. Then another.

“Fireflies,” says Ryou, almost questioning.

“Yeah,” says Daiki. “Cool, huh?”

They’re still bugs; that bit’s still gross, but far away they make a pretty picture. Ryou slides closer to Daiki on the wooden bench; Daiki kisses the top of his forehead.

“What do you want to make first? Marshmallows?”

“Meat would be better,” says Ryou. “How much did we bring in the freezer pack?”

“Enough,” says Daiki.

The bag is between them and the grill; neither of them moves to get it. The fireflies rise into a formation, almost like a constellation (soon, Ryou knows, they’ll be able to see the stars out here). The wind darts below them; Ryou snuggles closer to Daiki. He’s glad they’d come here.
kiwiaste: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: (implied nsfw if you wanna go there I guess?) aka: is this an IKEA shopping list or is it a list of places they had sex on, I'm not sure

Prompt:
matress scratchy carpet armchair
lots of pillows shark plushie kitchen counter
sofa soft towels yoga ball
kazuyas: (heart oikawa)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-20 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
boys please don't have sex on a yoga ball