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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-07-23 07:03 pm
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Bonus Round 5: Clue


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 5 August. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!

This round closes on 5 August @ 7PM EDT. (Countdown Timer.)

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
    • Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
    • The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
    • Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
    • The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
    • Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.

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

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

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  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
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    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.
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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.

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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 each (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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

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).

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prillalar: (momo south park)

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] prillalar 2017-07-23 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoshiro/Kamio
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Momo in the bicycle repair shop with a giant meat bun
garciraki: (Default)


[personal profile] garciraki 2017-07-24 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoshiro Takeshi/Kamio Akira
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 456 words

it's been a while since i've read the fudomine matches so kamio is probably ooc.... anyways here's wonderwall


Kamio hears the door to the bicycle repair shop swing open and he turns around to see—


"Me," Momoshiro confirms as he rolls his bicycle through the door, as much as one can roll a bicycle with one wheel bent at a sixty degree angle. He finishes jamming his bike through the door as Kamio and the other patrons stare at him aghast.

"What the hell happened to your bike?"

Momoshiro shrugs. "Got into a nasty run-in with a classmate of mine."

"What, Motormouth Momo not about to elaborate?"

"Why are you calling me th—who are you anyway?"

Kamio stares at him, mouth hanging open slightly. Momoshiro stares back, waving a hand in front of his face. No reaction. Momoshiro reaches into his bag and stuffs a meat bun into Kamio's still open mouth. Kamio chokes.

"What was that for?" Momoshiro shrugs and scoots his way past him towards the workshop in the back. "And it's Kamio—Kamio Akira, y'know? From Fudomine? We met last spring."

"Yeah, and it's autumn now. Kind of hard to remember the names of everyone that I've slaughtered."

"You didn't slaughter me. I didn't even play against you!" Kamio frowns and tilts his head. "I thought you'd remember me, bicycle thief."

Momoshiro's eyes light up and he snaps, pointing a finger gun in Kamio's direction. "Oh! You're that guy. We played doubles against Atobe, right?"

"So you remember his name, but not mine?"

"Like Atobe would let anyone forget what his name is. Dude's got every square inch of his property plastered with it."

Kamio pauses. "True." He turns around and inspects Momoshiro's bike. "So what did happen?"

Momoshiro clears his throat awkwardly. "I, uh, ran over Kaidoh. Accidentally"

Kamio has to keep himself from hissing like the boy in question upon hearing his name. Momoshiro laughs at the contorted facial expression he makes. Kamio straightens himself out and sighs. "Accidentally."

"Yeah! It wasn't on purpose for once!"

Kamio rolls his eyes and tugs the bicycle out of his hands, dragging it towards a stand.

"Hey, hey. Where do you think you're going?"

If Kamio could roll his eyes any harder they'd fall out of his skull. "This bike shop is a coalition. You have to do your own repairs. Did you just walk into the first store that said "BICYCLE" on it or something?"

Momoshiro shuffles his feet and stares at the ground. "Maybe," he whispers.

Kamio sighs. "Well, it's evident that you've never brought your bike in before since it's in horrible working condition. I'll help you with your repairs if you pay for all of the new materials."


"Yeah, and then I'll take it to make up for the bike you destroyed last time."

helwolves: (Default)

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[personal profile] helwolves 2017-07-23 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Oikawa Tooru /& Kageyama Tobio /& Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: blood
Other Tags: FHQ if you like


Kageyama in the courtyard with the bloody crown.

fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-24 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi/Oikawa & Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 448 words

I don’t actually know FHQ (except Oikawa is a demon king) so just a random creepy demon king fill. Warnings for blood, violence, death, suicide...


Blood drips (slips) from his fingertips and hits the ground. When it hits the stones, deep red markings swirl themselves into being. When it hits the dirt, little plants with white bell heads spring up and scream like babies when Kageyama steps on them.

He steps on all the plants. He doesn’t know where Oikawa came from. Maybe he was once a plant like this.

Blood drips (slips) from his fingertips and splashes over his feet. The leather of his sandals turn to a beaten gold on the outside, gleaming so brightly that Kageyama cannot look at his shoes directly anymore. He wonders how he’ll get them off without the help of a blacksmith.

Perhaps his feet will have to remain in them forever. Perhaps they’ll rot off.

Blood drips (slips) from his fingers and dyes his skin red. Later, when Kageyama washes his hands, he’ll be unable to take the red away. Like gloves, the color will cover his fingers and palm, leaving the backs of his hand mostly bare except for a tricklingly uneven line or two that will forever look like fresh wounds.

He starts wearing gloves but then the color bleeds through those as well.

Blood drips (slips) from his fingers and marks his trail. From the courtyard, it traces back into the throne room, back to the headless corpse lying on the ground, back to the crownless head placed on the throne to watch the vast space with empty eyes. There are empty raw holes where Oikawa’s horns were. There’s black smudged-speckled all over Kageyama’s newly-sharpened teeth.

The horns are where magic collects. Kageyama has the taste of power in his mouth now.

Blood drips (slips) from his fingers and scents the air. Like the heavy, powerful odor of roses, the reek of fresh blood follows Kageyama now and will forever more. A crown taken by force will claim its tithe of its conqueror; it will find some way to make its new king more suitable to its tastes.

People stop being able to smell their own perfume within twenty minutes; Kageyama never stops smelling the blood.

Blood drips (slips) from his fingers and doesn’t stop. Kageyama had spilled none of Oikawa’s blood himself. It had been Iwaizumi who’d slid the garotte around Oikawa’s throat and sliced his head off with one quick clean pull. It had been Iwaizumi who’d draped the garotte around his own throat like a scarf and then pulled just enough to slice through his own windpipe.

Some betrayals cannot be endured even though they are necessary. The tale does not end when the monster is put down.

Blood drips (slips) from his fingers and the crown keeps bleeding.
lordonisyr: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] lordonisyr 2017-07-23 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke&/Naruko Shoukichi or &/Sugimoto Terufumi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags:None
Other Tags: Also have TDF feels.

Prompt: Naruko or Sugimoto at Imaizumi's house with a bottle (allegedly) discarded by Chris Froome.

kitaiichis: (mujin!)

PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-07-23 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
ship: oikawa/kageyama
fandom: haikyuu!!
major tags: none
other tags: none

prompt: oikawa in the olympic village with someone else's jersey
Edited 2017-07-23 23:53 (UTC)
dynamite: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
prillalar: (momo south park)

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] prillalar 2017-07-23 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoshiro/Yuuta
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Momo in a back alley with a text message from Fuji (Shuusuke)
soup: (そういうこと言わない)

PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] soup 2017-07-23 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Isashiki Jun&/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Jun in the bookstore with Stephen King's latest novel


Ryousuke in the bookstore with the latest volume of Kimi ni Todoke.
Edited 2017-07-23 23:57 (UTC)
earlgrey_milktea: akaashi eating 2 onigiri at the same time (Default)


[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-07-23 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kise ryouta/kasamatsu yukio
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: potential/implied violence
Other Tags: very wildly au

kise in the interrogation room with the promise ring kasamatsu gave him before he left on his "business trip."
Edited (these kids do not play volleyball) 2017-07-23 23:44 (UTC)
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)


[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-26 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kise/Kasamatsu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Word Count: 426


They leave him, slamming their briefcases on the table before picking them up, tightening his shackles against the chair, slamming the door shut behind them. There’s one-way glass up at the top, a strip too narrow to crawl through, should Kise figure out how to scale the walls before anyone watching could call in the guards (then again hurling the chair at the glass and taking on the guards to escape through the open door—Kise’s succeeded with much worse plans, though were they really bad if they’d succeeded).

At least they hadn’t touched his clothes this time, removed all of his electronics (burner phones with call histories deleted) and weapons. They’d let him keep the ring around his finger, the dull flat metal, inexpensive but hardly cheap, priceless. Kise thumbs it, the groove where the metal’s fused together under the pad of his finger. It’s not a wedding ring, an engagement ring, just a promise that when all of this settles down, when Kasamatsu’s given basketball the final shot (when he’s figured out a way to stay in the game on his terms or made peace with the fact that it’s not an option) and when Kise’s work settles down (the work Kasamatsu thinks Kise does!) that they’ll stay together. It’s not asking for marriage, engagement, a formal contract, an announcement in the newspaper. It’s just a promise of love, of faith in the things Kasamatsu doesn’t know Kise is keeping from him. Like this, that he’s a spy, a stupid spy who had been thinking about his boyfriend back home, the boyfriend who thinks he’s just the usual kind of salaryman, when he’d gotten caught in the exact wrong place.

Fuck. He’s gotten out of worse spots before; this is no time to play the romantic sap who dies his own kind of love martyr. The agency would never tell Kasamatsu the truth, veil it in careful voices and lies Kasamatsu’s grief wouldn’t let him question, or if he did it would be so easy from the outside to see delusion or the madness of mourning. Kise’s alive, though, right now; he’s alive and not dead yet and he’s certainly not planning on dying anytime soon, anywhere that leads to some path like that for Kasamatsu. He twists the ring on his neck again, then stands up on the chair, leaning such that it doesn’t fall over from the short distance from the cuff on his wrist to the one on the chair. He’ll be out soon; they won’t know what hit them.
themorninglark: (Default)


[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-07-23 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Atsumu in Osamu's bedroom with the birthday card
nautilics: (Default)

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-08-02 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: kita shinsuke is unfailingly polite, even on birthday cards
Word count: 572

i hope it's okay i took the prompt this way!! pls take my offering to the kitasamu ship *v*


“It's nothing.”

Atsumu gives him a Look. “Come on, you're not an idiot. It's obviously something.”

“No, it's not. It's just a courtesy.”

Atsumu brandishes his own birthday card in front of Osamu's face, neatly handwritten message and all. “This is a courtesy. That,” he nods to the tastefully embellished card lying in front of them on Osamu's bed, “is something else.”

Without really thinking about it, Osamu reaches to pick up the card and turn it in his hands, as he’s done so multiple times since Kita had handed it to him after training earlier that day. He'd done so with a smile pressed in the corner of his lips, his fingers brushing minutely against Osamu's as he'd passed over the envelope. The creamy paper stock is smooth and firm under his touch, with an embossed silver pattern that twines across the edges. It's soothing to run his fingers across it. It feels expensive. It doesn't mean anything special.

Osamu flips open the card to the message, again. “He wrote the exact same thing in both of our cards, ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu sighs, and shoves his card next to Osamu's. The two are almost identical, save for the black trimming on Atsumu's in place of the silver. “Happy birthday Miya,” he reads out, overly enunciating each syllable. “May the year ahead be filled with success and joy. Regards, Kita.”

He turns to stare meaningfully at Osamu's card, and he doesn't have to read it aloud for Osamu to know what he means. The characters have been gleaming in front of his eyes for hours now, each stroke elegantly laid down, evident even in the mundane medium of a ballpoint pen; two of them, where there's only one on Atsumu's:



Osamu closes the card. “Kita-san probably wasn't thinking and signed off differently on accident,” he says, even though it's laughable to put “Kita” and “wasn't thinking” in the same sentence as each other, and Atsumu's face tells him the same. “So what if it was on purpose?”


Osamu closes his eyes. He's long past the point of believing that things will go away if you ignore them, but the look bordering on pity that Atsumu is giving him is more than he wants to face at this moment.

A weight leans against his side, Atsumu's head dropping to rest on his shoulder. “If this is about...y'know, me...” he trails off, because they both remember first year, when Atsumu had spent half his time working to be a starter, and the other half at rapt, eager attention whenever Kita was within hearing distance.

A year ago, Atsumu would have tripped over his own feet to have received a birthday card from Kita, and Osamu would have never heard the end of it.

Osamu sighs, because Atsumu is trying to help, and drops his head against his twin's. “Not everything has to do with you, ‘Tsumu.”

“Prove it,” Atsumu mutters, but Osamu can feel him relax. He opens his eyes, gaze falling again onto the card. Atsumu reaches out and brings it closer, opening to the message.

“Kita-san’s trying,” Atsumu says. He runs his fingers over the words, and holds the card out to Osamu. Maybe you should too, go the unspoken words.

The silver edges gleam, and after a moment, Osamu takes the card into his hands.
kuramochi: (SO FLUFFY)

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-07-23 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: takigawa chris yuu/tanba koichirou
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

tanba at the beach with an acceptance letter
Edited 2017-07-24 00:03 (UTC)
transmiyuki: (Default)


[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-07-29 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: takigawa chris yuu/tanba kouichirou
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, college decisions, first kiss, confessions
Word Count: 405 words

this is my first christanba i hope you enjoy


“So,” Chris murmurs softly, pinky brushing Tanba’s where they’re both buried under the sand. “What are you going to do?”

Tanba looks at him, cast in a golden glow by the setting sun. His hair is loose, shaggy enough now to cover the tops of his ears and hang over his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Tanba swallows, tucking his tongue in on itself. “I don’t know, Chris.”

“It’s an amazing offer, Kouichirou.”

“Yeah. It is.” Tanba turns his eyes back to the ocean, watching the water recede and return. “It’s full tuition, guaranteed starter position. Hiroshima’s really far away but my parents think-”

“What do you think?” Tanba turns his head and Chris is staring at him intently, tawny eyes glittering. “What do you want?”

What does he want?

“You’re going to Waseda,” Tanba replies carefully, “Do. Do you want me to go with you?”

Chris blinks at him, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Kouichirou, I didn’t ask you what you thought I wanted.” It sounds like an admonishment, and Tanba’s cheeks burn. “It doesn’t matter what I want, this is your life. What’s going to make you happy?”

It’s not an easy question. Being with Chris would make him happy. He loves him. He loves him and it’s exhausting and painful to hide it and he wants to keep playing alongside him - to finally be a battery.

Hiroshima is so far away. But he - it’s - he would start, and -

“I want…” Tanba squeezes his eyes shut. The paper crushed in his right hand feels like it’s cutting into him, tiny, insistent lacerations that prick at the truth he already knows. “I want. To play baseball. And I want to be the ace.”

When he opens his eyes, Chris is smiling. “You will be.”

Tanba’s throat is suddenly very tight. “I’m sorry.”

Chris shakes his head, scooting closer to Tanba on the sand and slotting their hands together. “Don’t be sorry. You’re going to be incredible. I’m happy for you.”

Looking down at their joined hands, Tanba sucks in a pained breath, unable to fight the slow drip of tears from the corners of his eyes.

“Chris,” he whispers. “I’m in love with you.”

“Yes,” Chris whispers back, other hand tenderly cupping Tanba’s cheek. “I know. I know.”

The ocean crashes in time with Tanba’s heart, thudding and bruising itself against his ribs.

His lips are wet, and taste like salt.
Edited (html fix) 2017-07-29 23:56 (UTC)


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hibari1_chan: Nijimura Shûzô/Haizaki Shôgo (Kuroko no Basuke) (Default)


[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-07-23 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nijimura Shûzô/Haizaki Shôgo
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content ?
Other Tags: None


Nijimura in the locker room with a condom.
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)


[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-26 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nijimura/Haizaki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Word Count: 421

aged up/nba au lmao

jessibot: (Default)


[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-23 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: aomine/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

aomine in the airport terminal with the crumpled name sign
ellipsometry: (Default)


[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-07-24 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
I just wailed out loud at this
notallbees: (Default)


[personal profile] notallbees 2017-07-23 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Semi Eita/Tendou Satori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Tendou Satori in Semi's front room with the broken vase.
earlgrey_milktea: akaashi eating 2 onigiri at the same time (Default)

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-07-23 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kise ryouta/kuroko tetsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: domestic af, give me cavities

kise in the kitchen with the eggs he's maybe probably most definitely burning.
fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-24 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kise/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 461 words

Mostly just Kise suffering through trying to cook. I’m not good at cavities but I am good at kitchen disasters!


Kise looked at the book, then at the pan. The recipe book he’d bought came highly recommended as being the easiest one possible but now Kise was starting to have some doubts. Maybe he should have bought a children’s cookery book. Such things existed, right?

The kitchen was a mess already. There was flour over half the surfaces, water over the rest and of the 20 eggs that Kise had bought, he’d only managed to successfully crack 6 of them into the bowl. The instructions for scrambled eggs had seemed like the best bet at the time but if Kise had known how difficult it was to crack eggs without egg going everywhere, he might have just opted for hard boiled eggs instead.

Kuroko made them breakfast every weekend morning. On weekdays, they just grabbed something from the coffee shop but on the weekends, Kise always woke up to the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen.

If Kuroko woke up now, all he’d smell would be burning. Kise’s first attempt at scrambled eggs resulted in a grey-and-black mess that looked vaguely like mildew. He wasn’t serving that to Kuroko! Even Nigou had turned up his nose at it.

His second attempt had been an improvement insofar as it was pure black. The disgusting grey bits were gone and perhaps if they had a barbeque, Kuroko could use the black lumps as charcoal? He certainly couldn’t eat them.

Now, down to only two eggs, Kise was taking a moment to breathe and calm his nerves before trying again. If he could just get it right this time, then his previous failures wouldn’t matter. He’d have a delicious, fluffy breakfast to serve Kuroko and who didn’t like scrambled eggs and bread?

(He’d tried making toast to go with the scrambled eggs. On the highest setting, they burnt. On the medium settings, they burnt. On the lowest settings, they burnt and smouldered in what Kise was starting to consider a rather insulting fashion.)

Kise would even butter the bread to prove that he was making an effort! And maybe that’d compensate for the bread not being toasted.

Okay. Okay. One more try!

He clapped his hands together to psych himself up, startling Nigou who’d been sleeping near his feet and ready to act as impromptu garbage disposal (for anything that wasn’t charred beyond recognition), and reached for the paper towels. He carefully greased the pan generously, tipped the eggs into the pan and held his breath.

He reached for the spatula when it looked as if the eggs were consolidating, poked the edge under the eggs and pushed it towards the middle - to reveal a blackened underside.

The wail of despair Kise let out was louder than any fire alarm.

kuramochi: (go team)

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-07-23 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: takigawa chris yuu/zaizen naoyuki
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

chris at zaizen's door with a plane ticket
kitaiichis: (mujin!)

PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[personal profile] kitaiichis 2017-07-23 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
ship: viktor/yuuri
fandom: yuri!! on ice
major tags: none
other tags: viktor nikiforov's Foot Thing (tm)

prompt: yuuri in a department store with a pair of heels
Edited 2017-07-23 23:54 (UTC)
marks: yuuri (relatable content (yoi))

Re: PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[personal profile] marks 2017-07-24 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
oh boy
soup: (gj bruh)

PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] soup 2017-07-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Bokuto in front of Daichi and Kuroo's apartment with a basket of fruit.
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FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, M

[personal profile] putsch 2017-07-25 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kuroo/daichi
Fandom: haikyuu!
Major Tags: implied sexual content
Other Tags: none, bokuto just wants to be a good bro
Word Count: 409


he meant to go earlier, but it's sunday and bokuto more than anything loves to take a sunday to sleep in. besides, he is sure that kuroo and sawamura feel the same so it's better that he doesn't wake them up early if they were trying to sleep after a long two days of unpacking and organizing. that would be rude!

after all, kuroo, his best bro, and sawamura, his best bro's boyfriend (and also an all around good dude), had finally moved in together. they spent the better part of the last year joking about doing it when their leases were up, and bokuto had almost given up hope before they actually found a place they both liked that worked for them. they each moved out of their shitty individual apartments to a nicer one, one right in bokuto's neighborhood so now he could walk over there and visit any time he wants. he could totally crash for dinner, or getting drinks, it is going to be awesome. he's very pumped about it, almost more so than the fact that now that kuroo and sawamura living together will definitely make them both happier. and bokuto definitely wants to see his two good friends as happy as possible.

buying a housewarming gift is hard because his mother tells him repeatedly to get something useful, not booze, and not some silly knick-knack. he considers almost ignoring his mother's advice because booze definitely sounds like a good idea, until he sees a fruit basket. that can be useful - both of the do like to eat healthy after all.

so he buys it, makes his way to the apartment, and bangs on the front door.

and waits.

aaaaaand waits.

"that's weird." he mumbles to himself, but maybe he just missed them. it's entirely possible. he knocks again, harder this time just to be sure, and he swears he hears kuroo groaning from through the door, and then sawamura. so they are home - maybe napping?

the door creaks open and kuroo's head pokes out, showing off some red marks on his neck, his hair not in a usual disheveled mess but almost in a presentable fashion - which means only one thing.

"oh dude, my bad, if i had known you and sawamura were gettin' some afternoon delight i woulda saved delivering my housewarming gift for later!"

kuroo turns crimson and this time he definitely hears sawamura barking out a mortified laugh.

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[personal profile] chameleonskin 2017-07-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Naruko Shoukichi &/ Onoda Sakamichi and/or Imaizumi Shunsuke, Naruko Shoukichi &/ Tadokoro Jin or Tadokoro Jin &/ Shinkai Hayato, Shinkai Hayato &/ Izumida Touichirou, Shinkai Hayato &/ Fukutomi Juichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: I'm having strong TDF feelings rn don't mind me

Naruko or Shinkai at the Tour de France with the Green Jersey.
Edited 2017-07-23 23:50 (UTC)
hibari1_chan: Nijimura Shûzô/Haizaki Shôgo (Kuroko no Basuke) (Default)


[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-07-23 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nanase Haruka/Matsuoka Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None


Haru in the bathtub with his speedo.
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Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[personal profile] doxian 2017-07-23 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Shirabu Kenjirou/Ushijima Wakatoshi or Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: nsfw potentially
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Shirabu in his bedroom with Ushijima's jersey


Akaashi in his bedroom with Bokuto's jersey
Edited 2017-07-23 23:49 (UTC)
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FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, M

[personal profile] putsch 2017-07-29 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: bokuto/akaashi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: partial nudity
Other Tags: none, bokuto probably having a heart attack when i sees this
Word Count: n/a


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Prompt: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-07-23 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tetsuya Yuki/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: None

Tetsu in Miyuki's room with the condoms.
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[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-23 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: ushioi as seen from the outside!!

iwaizumi in the park with the abandoned picnic lunch
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[personal profile] mousecat 2017-07-24 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: read into Oikawa’s behavior what you will, wink wonk
Word Count: 619


After a lifetime of friendship, Hajime really should have known better. He had spent all morning trying to prepare food with Oikawa underfoot, for what he was told would be a little reunion with some of their favorite Seijoh kouhai.

He should have realized that a hanami party planned by Oikawa, that Hajime got stuck doing most of the cooking for, was some kind of terrible ruse. Especially when Oikawa had said he’d even invited “Kyouken, just for Iwa-chan~!”

And now he was sat here watching Oikawa press onigiri to Ushiwaka’s lips, who kept blushing faintly but accepting the food without protest. This was a date. For some unfathomable reason Oikawa was making him third wheel on a date. Hajime would have left, but he’d made this food, and dammit, he was going to enjoy his fill before he went anywhere.

“This is delicious, Iwaizumi,” Ushijima said, and Hajime thought he could detect an apologetic expression shading Ushijima’s usual stoicism. “You were very gracious to prepare such a variety of food for us to enjoy,” - Hajime snorted - “thank you.”

Hajime turned his glare on Oikawa, who looked incredibly pleased with himself. Before he could decide how he wanted to knock that expression off his supposed-best friend’s face, Ushijima continued on. “When did you learn to cook?”

Hajime forced himself to be polite, since it probably wasn’t Ushijima’s fault he’d lost his mind and chosen to lay his affections with Oikawa. “My parents liked us to prepare meals as a family when I was growing up, especially dinner. Oikawa also helped out a lot; he was over often enough.”

“Iwa-chan is going to make a very good boyfriend one day,” Oikawa said. Hajime noticed he had a slightly evil gleam in his eye.

Ushijima fixed Hajime with an unnecessarily intense stare. “I can see that,” he agreed.

Hajime fish mouthed unattractively for a moment, but before he could decide what to say, Oikawa jumped up.

“Wakacchan,” he sing songed. “Let’s go for a romantic walk to look at the cherry blossoms.” He gave Hajime a little wave before grabbing his boyfriend by the elbow and wandering off with him.

Hajime crossed his arms and glowered, his appetite completely gone. If they hadn’t borrowed some of Oikawa’s mom’s nicer dishware, he’d just fucking leave the picnic to get stolen or thrown out - whatever happened it would be Oikawa’s problem.

Instead he sat with mostly untouched food, following the other two’s progress through the park with his eyes, getting more and more annoyed every time they stopped to admire the trees or laughed or gazed adoringly at each other. Sappy idiots.

“Whoa, who pissed in your cornflakes?”

Hajime’s head snapped up at Makki’s voice. He and Mattsun were settling themselves down to join him.

“Where the hell did you two come from?”

“Oh, we told Oikawa to tell you we wouldn’t be in Miyagi,” Mattsun said. “We didn’t want to help with the food.”

“Like I would have let you,” Hajime said. Everything started to click into place when he saw Watari and Yahaba walking towards them, followed closely by a slightly surly looking Kyoutani. “You know, I really hate shittykawa.”

“Yeah okay, buddy.”

“Sure you do.”

Hajime’s suspicions were confirmed when Kindaichi arrived and apologized for being late. “You aren’t,” Watari assured him, “it’s only just 1:30 now.” 1:30, almost a full forty-five minutes after Oikawa rushed them to the park.

Hajime’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a notification from Oikawa.

why: ( ´ з`)ノ~ ♡

“Hey Mattsun, is Oikawa up to something?” Hajime asked quietly.

“Duh,” Mattsun said, some rice falling out of his mouth.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-23 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Daiki&/Reo&/Shuuhei
Fandom: Dansui
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Daiki in the locker room at the tournament with his medal.
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[personal profile] nobetterpicture 2017-08-05 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Shinozuka Daiki/Fujikawa Reo/Sakaki Shuuhei
Fandom: Dansui!
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Word count: 484

swim boys


He can’t find it.

Today of all days, when he needs it the most, when he needs it more than encouragement from Kawasaki or kind words from Shuuhei, his bag turns into an endless abyss. He used to keep it on the side of his bag, just as Shuuhei did, so that it was never out of his sight. But this morning, staring at it in the twilight while he waited for the bus, Daiki decided to shift it to one of the inner pockets of his bag. Just to be safe.

Safe, it turns out, isn’t always the best decision.

“It’s a reminder to do our best,” Shuuhei states, when Daiki reaches out to touch it on their first day of high school. The medal was cold against his hand, but somehow, Shuuhei’s smile was warm and Daiki believed then that he had made the right choice.

Now, however, knowing that Reo is right outside stretching on the deck, Daiki remembers what it actually meant. What it was actually for.

There’s been weird things happening in his mind (in his heart) since they’ve seen Reo again, actually seen him and, well, he supposes that he can’t even call it talking when all Reo has done is given one word answers or yell at him. But after two years of nothing, after two years of just Daiki and Shuuhei, no Reo, Daiki doesn’t want to let this slip through his fingers.

Speaking of which, his hand connects with cool metal and when dull gold enters his vision, a calm washes over his body. It’s smaller in his hand than he remembers, but clutching it in his fist, he grabs his things and goes to line up for his heat.

On the pool deck, he can see his teammates getting ready to cheer on the other side. It looks like Yuuta just swam because everyone is hugging him and, much to Daiki’s surprise, he’s letting him. He wonders off hand as he’s putting on his cap what Yuuta’s time in the 1500 meter free was for this kind of reaction. Everyone’s gotten a personal best time today and being the last one up means he can’t break the streak.

“Smiling before you lose, Shinozuka?”

Looking over, Reo’s staring at him as if he couldn’t care, but there’s a familiar tension in his shoulders that Daiki used to know whenever Shuuhei would time their races and it makes Daiki smile even wider. Reo’s nervous to race him.

It was a small ray of hope, one that Daiki and Shuuhei might not be able to grasp, but the fact that exists is enough.
The officials call them up to the blocks and Reo gives him one more look before heading up first. Snapping his goggles on his head, Daiki follows right behind, gold medal in still in hand. He wouldn’t make Reo wait any longer.
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PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] soup 2017-07-23 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Makishima Yuusuke & Onoda Sakamichi OR Makishima Yuusuke & Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Makishima in the window seat with a letter from Sakamichi.
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FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-24 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Makishima & Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 408 words


Every month, reliable as the moon, Onoda wrote Makishima a letter. In the age of text, e-mail, chat and whatsapp groups, receiving an actual paper letter was an Event with a capital E.

Makishima received very little other mail. There were flyers from local restaurants, things he ordered online and occasionally letters from the college administration but that was it. Everyone else contacted him online (especially Toudou, who would not shut up, and Teshima who seemed to think that Makishima would have useful advice).

Onoda’s letters were special and over time, Makishima developed a ritual for prolonging his enjoyment of them.

The first rule was that he couldn’t read the letter if he had any assignments pending. He always had to finish his papers and reading first so that he could take his time to savor the letter without any lingering unease.

The second rule was that he had to have ridden his bike lately. A nice hot flush of exercise, a shower afterwards to cool down and then soft flannel pyjamas was the perfect combination to get him into a languid mood, Makishim had found.

The third rule was he needed a Japanese drink or snack. Onoda’s letters invariably made him homesick, the neat kanji and kana making the English letters look so simple and crude by comparison. Makishima had found a little Asian grocery store nearby that sold familiar snacks and with the drinking age in Britain comparatively low, he could easily buy himself a bottle of sake as well if he wanted.

The fourth and most important rule was that he had to have a Kumotaro with him. He tied it to the handle of the window so that it could swing back and forth while he read the letter; the little comments that Makishima made on the letter itself were often directed to Kumotaro whose smiling face didn’t change whether Makishima was being snippy or sentimental.

When Makishima apologized out loud for not replying to the letters that he treasures so much, Kumotaro was the one who heard it.

And when Makishima did sit down and write a reply, pen strange and uncomfortable between his stiff fingers, it was Kumotaro who sat on the edge of the paper and supervised.

Onoda had bought the keychains for Makishima because he’d said they reminded him of Makishima but whenever Makishima looked at them, all he could think of Onoda and the uncomplicated brilliance of his smile.
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[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-07-23 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Aged up characters I suppose XD


Aomine in the basketball court with the engagement ring in his pocket.
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[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-26 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Momoi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Word Count: 424


He’s got no reason to be nervous. They’ve talked about getting married before; it’s the obvious conclusion for both of them—neither’s against the concept; it’s always been a given (but not taken for granted for a long, long time) that they’ll end up together for what’s as good as forever, that an end of the line with either of them not being the most important person to each other, in every single way just isn’t an option.

And Satsuki’s Satsuki; she knows this is coming, but maybe that’s just it. Daiki shoots the ball toward the hoop; it bounces off the rim and he scowls at it. He wants to surprise Satsuki, sort of, not that this is coming, but he wants to give her something good, not some boring and predictable speech full of shit she already knows about how much he loves her. He jams his hands into the pockets of his shorts; the box with the ring fits in his palm. This is it, her size (he’d paid Tetsu for that in milkshakes, gotten him to go shopping with her and visit a jewelry store to try on rings of his own—though Tetsu had actually bought a ring for himself, so maybe Daiki should consider being a shopping consultant or something) and well-designed, expensive but not gaudy. Understated, but bright and sparkling (some other descriptive words in the pamphlet that Daiki had tuned out; it’s just a ring, in the end, and the more important thing is what it means).

If she says yes, they’ll be engaged, the promise in concrete that they’ll be married. A wedding, a ceremony, fancy clothes, guest lists, things Satsuki at least likes to plan. Daiki’s getting a little ahead of himself, maybe, but still. He picks up the ball and shoots a layup; it breezes through the net and falls back into his hands. He’s got this, the way he’s got an easy shot, a free throw, an open rebound, a pass through traffic he knows is going to make it one way to the other. Sure, he’s got no idea what to say, no comparison to make, but it’s Satsuki, and it’s him, and maybe simpler is better. Deliberations and speeches and shit, that’s just dressing; Satsuki’s going to see right through to the point and he’s not going to make her wait to get her say in (though it doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to hear everything she means to him all over again, but they’ve got forever for that).
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-23 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: implied violence
Other Tags: guns


Kagami in the abandoned warehouse with a gun.
Edited 2017-07-24 00:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-07-27 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Death (minor character death), sexual content
Other Tags: gang au
Word Count: 470


Shuuzou's made some pretty bad decisions in his life, he reflects as he stares down the barrel of a gun in an abandoned warehouse, somewhere in suburban Los Angeles that he has no idea how he got to, hogtied and blindfolded in the trunk of a car, and little hope of ever getting out.

Still, he doesn't regret a single one of them, if it's his string of particularly bad decisions that have led him to meeting Tatsuya. Especially if it's led to him being so important to Tatsuya that someone from a rival gang would kidnap and threaten to kill him, just to get to Tatsuya.

"I've already told your boyfriend my terms," the thug says, and steps forward, like he's going to press his gun to Shuuzou's forehead. His hand is shaking, Shuuzou realises, and it makes him wonder if pointing this fact out is going to get him shot sooner.

"You're not very high up, are you? Is your boss going to be okay with you overstepping like this?" Shuuzou knows he should stop, but he keeps going, hoping he can bluff his way out of this situation. "I mean, I'm just saying, considering I'm sleeping with the boss of the other side but he'd get pretty pissed if someone stole his thunder. Or accidentally started a war."

"There's already war," the thug replies. "What do you think we're in the middle of, right now?"

Shuuzou hums. "Something closer to a squabble, actually. Like a schoolyard slap fight, except someone decided it was a good idea to replace slapping with shooting."

"Shut up, wise guy." The thug holds his gun up, holding it directly at Shuuzou.

Another bad decision, then. Shuuzou sighs, and doesn't look away.

Not until he hears the gunshot, anyway. He thinks, for a moment, that he's been shot. Except then he realises that there's no pain, that he's still thinking, so he's probably still alive, and that the thug that was standing in front of him is now lying on the floor.

"Hey." There's a guy standing at the door of the warehouse. His gun's smoking, but he's lowering it as he walks towards Shuuzou to untie him from his chair. "You're Shuu, right? Tatsuya's Shuu? Come on. This way."

Shuuzou hesitates, suspicious that this is a trap, but then he sees the necklace hanging around the guy's neck.

"You're Taiga," Shuuzou realises.

"Yup, and you're dating my brother." Taiga gives him a cheerful wave. "Be good to him, or I might not save you next time."

"Are you expecting there to be a next time?" Shuuzou asks, blinking.

Taiga shrugs with one shoulder. "I mean. You know Tatsuya. Things get a little bumpy, when he's involved. It's worth it, though."

"Yeah," Shuuzou smiles, following Taiga out of the warehouse. "It really is."