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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

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!)


RULES
  • 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.


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)
  • 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.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • 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, [RATING]
  • 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 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.


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!
nautilics: (Default)

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] nautilics 2017-07-26 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke&/Miya Atsumu or Kita Shinsuke &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major tags: None
Other tags: Yes that ampersand is on purpose bc I'm masochistic I guess

Prompt:
Kita in the school courtyard with a second button.
themorninglark: (kita)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-07-30 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 568

rolls around in kitasamu feels

***

It’s near the far wall with the overgrown vines that Shinsuke sees the glint on the ground, and when he bends down to pick it up, he is unsurprised to find that in the rush and the flurry of today, someone’s lost a button.

He straightens, turns it over in his hands. There’s a spot near the edge where it’s been rubbed to a well-used smooth brass shine, and a dent, too, where someone stepped on it in the courtyard. It’s been cleanly cut off. There’s no trace of loose threads trailing from behind the button, and this is too remote a corner of school for it to have been accidentally dropped.

Shinsuke glances up at the ivy, twining its way across the weathered red brick. Not quite the poetic backdrop of cherry blossoms, but close enough, he supposes, for a scene like this.

“Oh. There you are.”

Shinsuke’s gaze flicks sideways sharply. It’s not often he doesn’t hear footsteps coming, and it’s usually the same person.

“Osamu.”

Osamu walks over, hands in pockets. His collar’s unbuttoned today, and there’s an easy slouch to his shoulders. “Been looking for you. Congrats on graduating.”

“Thank you.”

“Top of the class while captaining us to Nationals… as expected of you, Kita-san.”

A smile breaks out on Osamu’s face then, a languid sunset warmth that curls around them both like the rising breeze.

“You think too much of me,” says Shinsuke, and it’s no false humility. Just their truth.

Osamu hums, keeps his proud silence for a moment.

Shinsuke doesn’t move. He doesn’t lean against the wall, or anything that would invite Osamu to linger undecorously; it is a delicate line they walk, and Shinsuke does not know where they will go from here. He does not ask, either, where is Atsumu.

He knows Osamu has his ways of shaking Atsumu off when he does not want him around. He knows this is one of those times, for Osamu makes a point of lingering, in spite of everything.

He looks down at the button in Shinsuke’s palm, and raises his eyebrows. “Is that a second button?”

Shinsuke doesn’t miss the way Osamu’s eyes dart to his gakuran, take in the second button still securely fastened by his heart.

“I picked it up here,” says Shinsuke. He holds it up against the sky, watches the early evening light glow pink in its reflection. “Someone, it seems, was trying to confess. And failed.”

Osamu’s laugh is a startling thing. It is never as quiet as Shinsuke expects, always sweeter, always real.

“So pessimistic, Kita-san—”

“Realistic,” Shinsuke murmurs.

“Well. Maybe it went well, and they decided they didn’t need cheesy things like second buttons,” he remarks, digging one heel into the ground as he holds Shinsuke’s gaze steady.

Shinsuke lets out a measured breath.

“Maybe,” he concurs. “It is very… cheesy.”

“Mmm. Not your style, I’d say. Or mine.”

Shinsuke lowers his arm, turns his fist over, and pauses for a moment before he opens it. The button falls. They both watch as it lands on the ground with a soft clatter, tumbles lightly across the courtyard and disappears into a crack in the tile, and Shinsuke finds a smile to match Osamu’s.

“Not at all,” he agrees, and wonders when all their rejected clichés caught up with them like this, with Osamu close enough for their shadows to touch.
Edited (FIXING A TYPO RIP) 2017-07-30 14:08 (UTC)

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] nautilics - 2017-08-05 14:52 (UTC) - Expand
hyalinee: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[personal profile] hyalinee 2017-07-26 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sawamura Eijun &/ Todoroki Raichi
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: there was possible breaking and entering and food theft, pls save raichi, pls feed raichi

Prompt:
Raichi in Sawamura's fridge with a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.
lordonisyr: (Maki?)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] lordonisyr 2017-07-26 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi or Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin or all three together & Makishima Ren
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: Brothers being embarrassing.

Prompt: Ren in the living room with a bowl of popcorn and a few safe sex kits.
Edited 2017-07-26 03:37 (UTC)
cherrysalmon: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-26 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Midorima Shintarou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: just to make it clear kerosuke is a toy in canon and not a live frog

Prompt:

Akashi in the conbini with Kerosuke.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Kunimi Akira OR Kunimi Akira/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: magical realism maybe

Prompt:
Kunimi at the funfair with cotton candy that's claimed to be made with unadulterated happiness.
Edited 2017-07-26 03:39 (UTC)
besania: . (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA

[personal profile] besania 2017-07-26 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Koga Kimitaka &/ (Teshima Junta AND/OR Aoyagi Hajime)
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Cisswaps
Prompt:
[Koga] in the [school…? wherever u want] with the [sign taped on her back that reads “biggest lesbian”].
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kita at the Inari Shrine with a polaroid camera.
themorninglark: (kita)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-08-02 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 515

***

“I wish it would rain,” says Atsumu.

He bounds up the steps two at a time, knowing he’s leaving Kita behind, knowing full well that he will come crashing up against his limit and get all out of breath long before Kita does. He’ll be halfway up the mountain, leaning against a torii, watching Kita make his steady way through the thousands of gates like a silent parade.

“Why would you wish that?” Kita asks, amusement faintly in his question.

“I don’t know. Because it’s getting hot. Because there are too many tourists around. Because I like rain.”

He throws his arms out as he climbs, raises his gaze skywards and grins to himself. “Have you ever run in the rain like this, Kita-san?”

“Not up a mountain.”

Atsumu hears a click from behind him as Kita speaks, and turns to see him lowering his Polaroid camera.

“You paparazzi,” Atsumu accuses, a stubborn tilt to his chin as his lower lip juts out briefly, allowing himself this one unglamorous pout in front of Kita.

Kita’s smile is a fleeting thing. It slips through the still-misty air, through Atsumu’s fingers before he can catch hold of it; it has its hiding places, here among the foxes of stone and the long shadows that paint the trail red.

Atsumu doesn’t go in much for rituals, and he likes to think he scoffs at tradition, but as they pass the entrance to the shrine, he lingers anyway. There is a prayer tattooed on his lips, one that he throws all his reckless faith into.

It is spring, and Kita is no longer his captain, and he has inherited a team that will rise and fall by his hand.

I’m just a first year student of literature now, Kita had said, when Atsumu first called him from behind the gym. He had stolen away and hidden under a tree and left Osamu with the new kids, and he had taken a few deep breaths and there had been one thought in his head: that he needed to hear Kita’s voice, right there and then.

It had cracked in a way that Atsumu was not used to. Kita’s voice would never crack, of course; it was the static down the line, the distance between them.

I can’t help you. But you can do this, Atsumu.

At the sound of Kita’s step next to him, his palms clapping together, Atsumu turns to look. Kita’s head is bent, his eyes briefly closed, and Atsumu makes a frame with his own hands, remembers this picture of quiet conviction.

The sky is clear above them. They have a thousand more gates to pass through.

If it rained, Atsumu thinks, they’d find a little stall selling soft serve in the shade, maybe share kakigori under a shelter with the raindrops pattering overhead. Kita would take a photo of him with ice melting on his tongue and the grey clouds at his back, his silhouette thoughtful. This is how he looks, through Kita’s lens; this is no empty reassurance, and Atsumu can believe again.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kita in an ankle-deep pond with water lilies trailing from his hands.
themorninglark: (kita)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-07-30 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 564

this was such an evocative image thank you :')

***

This is how they meet: Kita with his hands wet and full of flowers, sheets of paper floating face down all around him. Their ink seeps into the rippling water like so many lost whispers and love letters they might have exchanged, in another life; in this one, Atsumu is the doomed first year who’s thrown the wrong bag into the school pond in a fit of misplaced temper.

“I am so sorry,” he calls, frozen where he stands. “I thought I’d grabbed my brother’s, it looks just like yours—”

The look on Kita’s face as he turns is enough to make Atsumu swallow the rest of his excuses.

“And am I supposed to think better of you because you wanted to throw your brother’s bag into the pond?”

Atsumu shifts uncomfortably, shuffling from one foot to another. He doesn’t think it will make a difference to Kita Shinsuke that Osamu’s bag wouldn’t really have landed in the pond. If it was Osamu, he would’ve appeared from whichever remote corner of the courtyard he’d been lurking, grabbed the bag from midair and left it at that with a long-suffering sigh; Atsumu doesn’t know how he does it, but he’d trust Osamu’s radar more than he trusts anything about himself. He’s honest enough, at least, to admit that.

He imagines the conversation he will have with Osamu, after this debacle. Hey Samu! Guess who I met! Oh, and I may have fucked up any chance we had of getting on the volleyball team.

“Can I help you, Kita-senpai?” he asks belatedly, darting forward to the edge of the pond. He shucks off his shoes and tosses them to one side, rolls up his pants, and wades in. From between pursed lips, he bites off a hissed breath like a swear word. “Shit, it’s cold—”

Kita looks up with his armful of damp papers, a notebook in his hand. He stares at Atsumu for a second, lips twitching; if Atsumu didn’t know better, he’d venture a guess that it was a smile. As it is, he figures Kita’s just smirking at the sight of him freezing in the water.

“You can help me by taking this to dry land, Miya-kun,” Kita says, and throws the notebook over. It arcs through the air, not quite directly at Atsumu, and Atsumu has to lean over and make a desperate scramble for it before it falls in again.

“Hmm. Nice receive.”

Atsumu’s head snaps up.

“Wait,” he says. “You gave me that throw on purpose! You know who I am!”

Kita eyes him with open amusement now. “Of course I know who you are. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I,” Atsumu starts, then blurts out, before he can think better of it, “I know who you are too.”

“Well, naturally,” says Kita. He turns away, delves into the deeper end and emerges with his satchel, straightens to shake it out and sling it over his shoulder as he crosses the pond. Even like this, dripping wet with water lilies trailing in his wake, he is every bit the commanding presence that Atsumu remembers watching from the stands, the reason he’s here at Inarizaki—

“I expect to see you tomorrow at the first club practice,” Kita murmurs as he passes, and there’s a shiver tingling in Atsumu’s spine that has nothing to do with the water’s chill.
Edited 2017-07-30 12:25 (UTC)
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kozume Kenma &/ Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kenma at the pudding specialty store with the empty cup of a brand he likes but just can't seem to find anywhere else.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Daichi in the arcade for a Tekken gaming tournament with his lucky socks on.
Edited 2017-07-26 04:00 (UTC)
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Miki in a lighthouse with a pair of binoculars.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Miyahara in front of a mirror with an apple.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Miki by the edge of a lake with a string of pearls in her hands.
sotongsotong: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-26 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: blinks blinks I thought of Indiana Jones and Crash Bandicoot

Prompt:
Miyahara in the middle of a cavern with a whip slung by her belt and a boulder crashing behind her.
transmiyuki: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-07-26 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya /& kataoka tesshin
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol, age gap if /

Prompt:
Miyuki at his 10 year reunion with a vodka tonic.
helwolves: (Default)

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[personal profile] helwolves 2017-07-26 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tendou Satori/Goshiki Tsutomu OR Tendou Satori/Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol/drinking (if you go that way)

Prompt:

Tendou on the beach with the empty bottle.

earlgrey_milktea: fukurodani celebrating, bokuto and akaashi running towards each other in foreground, a pure picture (fukurodani)

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU, [G]

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-08-05 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: tendou satori/semi eita
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: implied alcohol/drinking, emo poetry
Word Count: ~38 lines

pls don't go swimming when ur drunk

***

you find him on the empty beach
grains of sand slipping into your shoes
grains of time slipping out of your fingers
and you stand next to him, gaze disappointed
and he stares out at the waters, gaze empty

“what are you doing?” you ask him, but you know
he doesn’t have an answer, and you know
you don’t have one, either
so you crouch down next to him
and hold onto your knees
so you crouch down next to him
and hold on

he peers at you, wide eyes familiar
but instead of the sharp intelligence
they are hazy and laced with something hollow
(and hurt, but you don’t want to think about that)
“you’re gonna catch a cold,” he says, and you don’t
mention how his red hair is wet
and smelling of sea-salt, and you don’t
mention how it’s even colder in the apartment
when he’s not there

there’s an empty bottle planted in the sand
you watch as the tide rolls in
and gently kisses the dirty glass
before drawing back and putting distance between them
before coming back and reaching forwards again

“come on,” you say eventually, when the sea-breeze
has settled on your skin and he can’t hide his shivering
“come on,” you say, holding out your hand,
“let’s go home.”

you carry the useless bottle in one hand,
a strangely docile tendou in the other,
and with grains of sand swimming in your shoes
and with grains of time swirling in your mind
you bring him home
and hopes this time
he’ll stay
dynamite: (look at this goddamn baby)

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-26 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: it can be a pokemon au if u want

Prompt:

oikawa at the crossroads with a sun stone.

luckycricket33: (green mikiinchou)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, G

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-08-05 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: pokemon, egg a leg
Word Count: none

tumblr crosspost
he used it

***

dynamite: (look at this goddamn baby)

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-26 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: heights

Prompt:

kageyama eighty feet above the ground with a compass.

mondegreened: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] mondegreened 2017-07-26 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Mayuzumi on an island beach at night with an old radio.
cherrysalmon: (Default)

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-26 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: alcohol
Word Count: 641

_(:3/

***

Of the many questionable things Mayuzumi prides himself on being able to do, perhaps the ability to fix electronics is the most useful, to others at least. As much as he wants to, he can’t subsist entirely off arguing over light novel tropes in niche online forums or figurine-collecting or winning kusaya-eating contests.

Akashi had suggested a weekend getaway to Okinawa late last week: maybe it would put Mayuzumi more in a writing mood, stop him from fiddling with everything from the oven timer to Akashi’s old laptop. Like, yeah, he gets a little antsy when he can’t find inspiration for his next novel, but doesn’t everyone?

“Not everyone installs Windows 10 into their seven-year-old watch when they’re stressed,” Akashi had said, entirely ignoring the fact that his dark circles are even worse. Okay, Mayuzumi would admit, maybe he’s gone a little overboard. Not that he’d mention that to Akashi. None of his problems would ever measure up to the shit that would come with running a multinational enterprise.

Which brings them here to the beach, currently empty. Akashi is lounging on a hammock, sipping a cocktail the waiter had just brought. Like he’d have any chance of people walking in on them—Mayuzumi knows Akashi had given “a little talk” to the hotel management to get the beach emptied out tonight. Who’s more extra, huh?

Still, the only things interrupting their long, pleasant silence are the waves gently rolling ashore, and the staticky growl of the old radio Mayuzumi had found lying half-buried in the sand. Even on pristine beaches there’s shit like this everywhere—washed in by typhoons, or someone’s impulse buy left behind, though it’s intact enough to look antique instead of straight-up trash. He’s managed to fiddle with it enough that it makes a bit of noise, but it’s about all it does.

“You’re still working on it.”

It’s not a question—Akashi turns towards him, eyes half-lidded in the way Mayuzumi knows means he’s about seventy percent to tipsy. He looks at the radio, mostly clean of sand (it’ll never be completely clean, Mayuzumi knows), and then at the sea. “I wonder what we’ll hear when you finally fix it.”

Mayuzumi snorts. “Probably just the local weather channel or whatever. Anyway, it seems like a bust. I only have those batteries you asked the waiter for.”

“But you’re still working on it.”

He stops, realizing his fingers are still tapping on the dials, the grooves making little indents on his skin. Perhaps it’s really broken beyond repair, but there’s no telling what he’ll get out of it. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

Akashi laughs quietly, and Mayuzumi shifts from his position on the towel. He stands up, taking the radio with him, and walks towards Akashi. The sand beneath his feet is still warm as he plops down next to the hammock. “Still going overboard on vacation, I see.”

“You’re a little overboard too,” he tells Akashi, who merely smiles and offers him his drink. In the flickering light of the small fire in front of them the glass seems to glow; he takes a sip, and the taste is bitter. “Ugh, what the hell.”

“I asked them to surprise me.”

Mayuzumi makes to reply, but the radio makes a sharp noise, like scratching in the back of someone’s throat, then fades into a jazz number he thinks he’d heard in the bookstore last week. Akashi looks down at it, eyes a little wider now. “Oh?”

“…Oh.”

Well. Mayuzumi carefully places it down on the towel, making sure to keep it upright. “Guess it does work.”

“Good job,” Akashi murmurs, reaching for Mayuzumi’s face. He lets Akashi go at it, feeling soft lips on his. He tastes bitter at first, like the cocktail, but crystallizes into something much sweeter as they break apart.
dynamite: (look at this goddamn baby)

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-26 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: none

Prompt:

oikawa in the disneyland gift shop with two pairs of the most garish limited edition mickey mouse ears possible.

dynamite: (look at this goddamn baby)

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-26 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: implied character death
Other tags: none

Prompt:

kageyama in the ruins with a megaphone hacking gun.

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Fill: Team Grandstand, M

[personal profile] serpheat 2017-08-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major tags: mild violence, mild injury to hands, mild injury, blood, danganronpa-typical promble content but not really
Other tags: supernatural elements, horror
Word count: 1313

it's 4.30am and i regret not being able to post this at 4.20am to reflect my life being on fire (BLAAAAAZE). can you believe i couldn't come out for p2 or dialovers but am somehow here for drae. anyway, oikawa's talent is shsl occult expert/xenoarchaeologist, he sometimes shares his body with FHQ!Oikawa, whom he summons by... crushing his spectacles in his hands, screams. i've probably made up too much nonsense about this. kageyama is a very good boy. so is oikawa. i don't know how i got here, this is not great, and i'm probably sorry

***

It has become a habit, after battles, for Tobio to kneel before Tooru, tweezers in hand, and tenderly examine his palms for stubborn shards of embedded glass. Tobio, unlike Tooru, has perfect eyesight, as well as the desire to scrupulously survey the bloody landscape of Tooru’s hands and clean them up, time and time again.

Tooru, on the other hand, knows from years of experience that the next time he transforms, fresh fragments will find their way into his hands when he crushes his spectacles between his fists to enact the summoning ritual for the Grand King. The Grand King’s regeneration powers expel most of the glass, and Tooru is certain that what remains won’t kill him, since he’s sure that the Grand King wishes for continued access to his human vessel.

So it’s a pointless task, but Tobio insists on doing it, and Tooru now lets him. These days they sit in a comfortable silence, and Tobio’s hands are so quick and assured that Tooru rarely has to bite back a grimace. It’s a wonder how much they’ve progressed, considering the circumstances of their meeting, and, later, how Tooru had reacted when Tobio first offered to help clean his hands up. Tobio still has the scars on his left cheek – a faint cascade of parallel lines that can barely be seen unless you look for them. The injury had healed quickly – so quickly that Tooru sometimes wonders if Tobio has some sort of regenerative powers as well – and Tobio had never made a big deal about it, but now, sitting so close to Tobio whilst he frowns at the hands that injured him, Tooru finds his thoughts drifting to the early days of his partnership with Tobio.

--

They first met at an abandoned hospital, Tobio crash-landing onto the roof whilst Tooru lay in wait. There was a distinct metallic tang pressing through the air, alerting Tooru to the impending arrival of monobears, but the faster-approaching scent of Iwa-chan had cut a straight path right through to Tooru’s nose. He had traced the scent to the sky above and flinched when the glare of the spaceship above momentarily blinded him, causing him to stumble backwards. The next thing he kned, he’d hit his head on something, and the next time he regained consciousness he found himself kneeling over an extremely bewildered boy who was reaching out and patting his head roughly.

“Where did your horns go?”

“What about your manners?” Tooru retorted as he smacked the boy’s hands away and got up, reaching into his pocket for new glasses with one hand whilst dusting himself off with the other. The boy mumbled, “Sorry,” before standing up as well and retrieving the megaphone a few metres away. When Tooru got a whiff of the megaphone, he rushed towards the boy and backed him into a wall.

“What? What is it?”

“That megaphone, it’s a gun, isn’t it? You got it from someone, a grumpy-looking guy with spiky hair, didn’t you? Where is he now?”

“We just had this conversation a minute ago. What’s going on?”

“The first thing you said was ‘What happened to your horns?’ wasn’t it? Can’t you figure it out? That you didn’t have that conversation with me? Okay, you’re a little slow, so I’ll move things along for now. Let’s have introductions again. I’m Oikawa Tooru. And you must be Kageyama Tobio, right?”

Tooru had decided then, right as Tobio released a perfectly aimed shot right into the eye of a bloodthirsty monobear behind them before turning back to Tooru for introductions, that he was determined to dislike Tobio-chan for the duration of their unfortunate partnership. It was insulting that this insignificant child carried the fate of Hajime on his shoulders. Besides, who could possibly receive a weird gun and be using it perfectly only hours later? Despite the Servant’s promises, for all Tooru knew, Tobio-chan could be a spy leading Tooru on to certain doom. A really good spy who’s excellent at faking dumb, Tooru thought, as Tobio-chan fumbled with the megaphone and released a break shot into his own face.

--

As the days passed, Tooru came to realise that Tobio, whilst a little naïve, had his heart in the right place, and though he was quite clearly a natural at using the hacking gun and navigating himself through danger, he still had his moments of indiscretion. They were few and far between, but they still obliged Tooru to call upon the Grand King’s services and come out with his hands covered in blood.

Still, good as Tobio was at the game, Tooru thought he was going a little too slowly. So slowly that Tooru’s nightmares that Hajime would be dead by the time they got to him had started to increase in frequency and length, gaining more depth and a hold on his imagination than before.

One day, after a particularly bad nightmare, Tooru had caught Tobio staring at Tooru’s hands more blatantly than usual. It felt like it’d been weeks since Tooru had slept well; since Tooru had had confirmation that Hajime was doing well.

Tooru had stepped on Tobio’s foot, and put on his sweetest smile as he asked, “And what are you looking at?” whilst grinding his shoe down hard.

“The glass in your hands. Does it ever… Oikawa-san, do you ever remove it?”

“What does it look like to you, Tobio-chan?”

“I… well, you always bandage your hands immediately after fights, so I guess… not.”

“Well done, Tobio-chan.” He’d turned away, but Tobio had taken hold of his right hand was examining it through a magnifying glass.

“Oikawa-san, would you mind… Could I help you?”

Now, at a distance, Tooru can’t quite remember what went through his mind then when Tobio had offered to help him, but he feels the burn of shame at the memory of what he did in response. In his memory, Tobio had stared at him, wide-eyed, as he raised his right hand to Tobio’s cheek. He’d cupped it, then dragged his hand across, slowly and deliberately, the glass in his hand tracing red lines across Tobio’s face.

“You can help by being more careful, so I don't have to keep bailing you out like this.” As he walked away, he realised that Tobio hadn’t even flinched.

--

It’s the sudden rush of shame that leads Tooru to lift his right hand to Tobio’s left cheek, now, as Tobio starts to bandage Tooru’s left. Tooru lets his hand hover in the air beside Tobio, but before he can let it fall limply to his side, Tobio briefly presses his cheek against Tooru’s knuckles, so lightly that Tooru thinks he might have imagined it.

“It’s okay, Oikawa-san.”

Tooru reaches out and brushes his thumb against Tobio’s cheek. It’s unexpectedly smooth.

“I should apologise anyway. I was taking it out on you.”

“Maybe you were, but I think I understand why. And it doesn’t matter anymore anyway.

“We cleaned up this city. Together. You helped me when you didn’t want to. You continued even when you had a choice. And you’re still helping me now, even though you could choose to go back to Iwaizumi-san and Seijou Foundation any time.”

Tooru laughs at this, Tobio’s naïve logic so simple and pure that it could make his heart burst – with fondness, now, not irritation.

His laughter stops when his hair stands on end as Tobio fires several shots behind him in quick succession. “They have good timing, don’t they,” mutters Tobio as he finishes off Tooru’s bandage before grabbing Tooru’s hand and running with him to a better vantage point.

“I’ll protect you, Oikawa-san,” Tobio promises, as Tooru rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket for a pair of spectacles. “How could I let my adorable partner get crushed to death by ugly bears?

“Of course I’ll cover you.”
dynamite: (look at this goddamn baby)

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-26 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: implied sexual content, implied violence
Other tags: guns, food

Prompt:

oikawa in the passenger seat of a car with 100 condoms, a cherry pie, 4lbs of salt, and a shotgun.

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Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-07-26 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
i'm baffled but also intrigued
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PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-26 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi & Kageyama Tobio & Hinata Shouyou & Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Yachi in 24 hour diner with an entire pie (the night before graduation).
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Fill: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[personal profile] horchata 2017-08-02 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi & Kageyama Tobio & Hinata Shouyou & Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Don't eat and cry at the same time, folks
Word Count: 503


***


"Is it cherry?" Tsukishima asks, as he slides into the booth next to her.

"Yes," Yachi apologizes. Her cheek is pressed into the crook of her elbow on the tabletop. Kageyama is nursing a hot chocolate on her other side while Hinata pushes the plate of french fries to Yamaguchi. They're the crispy kind, but that doesn't really matter.

"We waited for you," Kageyama says.

Yamaguchi takes one of the forks from the pile of white napkins with the hand not shoving four french fries into his face. "Thanks."

Tsukishima picks up the knife and cuts across the pie to slice neat lines through the slightly-soggy crust. He lifts a plate and the pie server handle first to Yachi. "Ladies first," he says.

Yachi picks up her own fork with a quick itedakimasu and stabs it right into the middle of the pie just as she bursts into tears.

All four of the Karasuno boys startle instantly.

"Y-yachi-san!"

"Whoa, hey, are you—"

"Here, take—a tissue?”

She holds up a hand around the commotion. They quiet, but stay tense in their worry. No one else attempts to eat any of the pie.

Yachi gets another forkful of the syrupy sweet cherries into her mouth before a sob interrupts her chewing and she rubs her knuckles across her face. Hinata looks near tears himself. Kageyama is stricken. Tsukishima feels an alarm so palpable that a sharp twinge of his back muscles protest how still he is holding himself, as if breathing is going to somehow make all of this worse than it already is.

Yamaguchi lifts the napkin to offer it again, and Yachi shakes her head.

“You have to stay in touch with me,” she warbles. “You have to.”

“Of course, Yachi-san,” Hinata says.

She points a fork at Hinata accusingly. “You have to.”

“I — I will!”

She nods and sweeps the fork around the table at everyone, leveling them with a fierce glare.

Yamaguchi, Kageyama, and Tsukishima all nod.

The tines of Yachi’s fork bang into the glass pie pan with a vicious tink. Yachi continues around her mouthful. “You have all been such important people in my life for long enough that I couldn’t bear it if you let us all do the thing where we promise we will stay in touch and then let ourselves drift apart slowly. I don’t want to walk down the street in fifteen years and recognize one of you but feel like we’ve gotten to a place where we don’t know each other well enough to say hello. I — I can’t! I won’t!”

She nods one final time, and shovels another small mountain of pie into her mouth.

“Well?” she hiccups. “Aren’t — aren’t any of you going to eat?”

They all look at each other haplessly before Yamaguchi picks up his fork and spears a section of crust and cherry onto the tines. “Itedakimasu.”

The pie is finished in no time, but they stay in the booth long after it’s reduced to crumbs.
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PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-26 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nitori Aiichiro & Nagisa Hazuki
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Nitori in the shopping mall with an handful of swimsuits to try on.
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PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] pugglemuggle 2017-07-26 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Matsuoka Rin /& Nitori Aiichirou
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: cute boys playing video games, bro-ship

Prompt:
Nitori in their dorm room with the Wii remote.