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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.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

  • 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.

  • 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.
  • 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.

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).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
marks: little orphan annie (hinata (hq))

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] marks 2017-07-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Hinata in his bedroom with Kenma's favorite sweatshirt.
myn_x: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] myn_x 2017-07-24 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
jessibot: (Default)


[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kuroo/daishou
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: aka a 3am existential crisis if ikea were open at 3am which they should be

kuroo in the ikea ball pit with a small potted plastic plant
gogoshiki: (Default)


[personal profile] gogoshiki 2017-07-28 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Daishou Suguru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: set in future, discussions of death, SOMEHOW MADE IT SAPPY?

tfw u suck at taking care of plants so u move on to plastic and u love ur bf who works at IKEA's kid zone so u get ball pit privilege for some deep thinking during closing.

I didn't trust my writing to be legible for longer parts,

full (

blueminuet: (inukai band)

PROMPT: Team Prince Of Tennis

[personal profile] blueminuet 2017-07-24 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kikumaru Eiji/Inui Sadaharu/Oishi Shuuichiro
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: iftgpf

Eiji, in the car, with the mixtape
luckycricket33: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Prince Of Tennis

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-07-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (Default)

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-07-24 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Aomine on the court with Midorima's lucky item.
wino: (Default)


[personal profile] wino 2017-07-24 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none


ushijima in the train station with the broken watch.
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 2017-07-25 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima wakatoshi/oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, time isn't real
Word Count: 587


Wakatoshi sits alone in the train station.

It’s late, or at least, it was late when he left the house. He doesn’t remember how long it took him to get here, only that he’s been here a while. The trains come and go, and then they slow. The people have come and gone, and then leaving him all alone here. There’s a light flickering in the corner of the ceiling. Somewhere in the distance, wind whistles through the underground tunnels.

It’s quiet.

(Wakatoshi is used to quiet. He’s never been a loud person. But for a while, he thought he could learn how to be louder, how to talk more, how to listen more, how to be more. But he must not have tried hard enough. And when you’re just one person, you don’t need to make as much noise.)

Wakatoshi stares straight ahead, back straight where he perches on the metal bench, second seat from the left, facing the empty tracks. He’s lost track of how long he’s spent here. He’s been losing track of time everywhere. He’s been losing time, like grains of sand trickling through his loosely curled fingers, too much, too fast, too slow, and too little all at once.

He’s been losing everything, lately.

(In his mind, he can hear a voice, higher in pitch and prouder, yet achingly familiar. You’ve always been a winner, Ushiwaka. That’s why you have such infuriating habits. In his mind, he can still recall with such clarity that brilliant smile, so captivatingly bright, yet sometimes so quietly bitter. You’re so used to winning, it might just ruin you when you finally lose.)

The low whirring down the dark tunnels grow louder. For a while, Wakatoshi can’t tell if the humming is from out of sight or himself. It doesn’t make a difference. Not really. Not much does, anymore. The thrum of metal grating on metal escalates, louder and louder until it’s just shy of a screech. An incoming train.

(It sounds kind of familiar. The quiet keening of an abandoned animal, the soft whimpers of a heart realizing too late its mistakes. Wakatoshi wonders how long this tuneless song will haunt him until he’s finally ready to admit he’s grown afraid of being on his own. He’s grown afraid of going home to a house where home has packed a suitcase and booked a one-way ticket all in the span of one night and never looked back.)

Wakatoshi doesn’t move. He lets the wind rustle through the stale air and his hair, a mock caress to the ones in his frozen memories. He watches the train slide to a stop. The doors open in silence. No one steps off. The bright lights of the train illuminates everything, almost too much. Wakatoshi stares until his eyes hurt. The doors close. The train leaves, and Wakatoshi stays where he is.

He looks down at the watch in his hands. It’s silver, a bit clunky, old-fashioned but fine. An inheritance, then a gift. Wakatoshi never got a chance to ask about the name of the ancestor the watch belonged to.

The second hand ticks steadily, tick tick tick tick tick yet always stuck in place. 11:23. Wakatoshi waits, silent as a shadow at a stoplight, even though the watch hasn’t moved forward in a long while. 11:23. Wakatoshi waits, even though the watch has been halted still since Oikawa left.

(Even after all this, he’s still waiting on time. Except, time has never waited for him back.)
luckycricket33: (team mikiinchou)

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-07-24 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kaburagi issa &/ naruko shoukichi and/or imaizumi shunsuke
Fandom: yowapeda
Major Tags: none in the prompt itself
Other Tags: no comment


issa in the denny's parking lot with a can of red bull
marks: kageyama burning (he's fine (hq))

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] marks 2017-07-24 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sugawara Koushi/Azumane Asahi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags:
Other Tags:

Asahi in the club room after graduation with Sugawara's second button.
chromatic_coma: (sheepish)

FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] chromatic_coma 2017-07-25 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sugawara Koushi/Azumane Asahi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Graduation, Kissing/Making Out, Love Confessions
Word Count: 938


Asahi has come to realize that, for someone who has spent the better part of three years calling Asahi out on his cowardice, Suga himself is quite the scaredy-cat. Case in point, Asahi’s present situation: alone in a club room that smells strongly of sneaker deodorizer, with sunlight coming in through the window, heat pooling in his face, and the second button of Suga’s gakuran pressed tightly in the palm of his hand.

More than anything else, it was the surprise that left Asahi so paralyzed. If you’d asked him even just a few minutes earlier, when the ceremony was drawing to a close, he would have laughed and guessed that Suga might be planning to give his button to Daichi; over their high school career those two had made themselves an inseparable unit, Sawamura-and-Sugawara, in the same classes, on the same team, and no longer keeping track of who owed the other how much money in snacks. Or, Asahi might have said that Suga would be keeping his button, the same way he always kept his cards close to his chest. Daichi had become easy enough to read after the first month of high school, but Suga’s thoughts remain enigmatic to this day.

Which is probably why Asahi hadn’t seen the button coming. Part of him is inclined to believe that this is Suga’s idea of a joke, or a well-intentioned good luck charm, maybe, except that jokes and charms don’t usually come with sweet cheek kisses, and a whiff of The Good Cologne© that Suga saves for special occasions.

When feeling returns to his legs, Asahi runs. Suga’s had the head start now, and once he joins their kouhai Asahi might not be able to get him alone for the rest of the day, so he has to find Suga before that happens. He really can’t go another minute without knowing why he’s holding this— and the button in his pocket is sitting heavy, wanting to be given.

“Suga!” He roars loud enough to be heard across Karasuno’s campus, too invested to be embarrassed of the attention he might elicit if it means Suga will hear him. But Suga actually isn’t far; he’s sitting on the steps that lead up to the various club rooms, and he spooks when he hears Asahi, making them both blush immediately.

“I’m sorry,” Asahi says quickly. “I thought you were going back to the ceremony, and I couldn’t—“

“It’s okay,” Suga responds just as anxiously. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run.”

“Why… why did you run, exactly?”

Suga wraps his arms around himself tightly, hugging his gakuran shut because all of the buttons are undone. Asahi can see the loose black thread where the second one was hastily pulled out. “Because I was scared,” he confesses with a little smile, as though laughing at himself. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“Yes,” Asahi agrees, sitting on the step beside Suga. The stairs are narrow, so their thighs are pressed together. It’s not new for them to sit so close, not after hundreds of bus rides to games, but there is a new spark in Asahi at the contact. He opens his hand and shows Suga the button, as if Suga’s forgotten he has it now. “Scared of me, or scared of this? Because if you’re scared of me, that’s very ridiculous. You’ve faced Nationals, and college entrance exams, and two generations of angry Ukai coaches.”

“You still don’t get it,” Suga laughs again. “Those things were much easier to face because I had you on my side. Nothing scares me when I’m with you.”

Asahi looks at Suga, eyes wide as his face burns, and he tries to make sense of this. Suga practically has his face buried in his knees, and there’s telltale redness high on his cheekbones.


“I think I’ve liked you for so long,” he confesses emphatically. “But I didn’t even realize it until you left the team after last year’s Spring High. And when you came back… I’ve wanted to tell you the whole time. But I kept putting it off out of fear; I kept telling myself it wasn’t the right time. That if I upset you it would fuck over the whole team, that it might even make you leave again.”

“Suga,” Asahi murmurs. “I’m so sorry…”

Suga laughs, high and clear, and punches Asahi’s arm. “Why on Earth are you apologizing now?”

“I don’t know! I… I didn’t say anything, either.”

Ashai watches Suga blink slowly, his hazel-gray eyes going wide as the realization dawns on him. Sheepishly, Asahi reaches into his pants pocket, a tight fit because of how close he and Suga are sitting, and pulls out his own button.

“M-my gakuran doesn’t fit anymore, so I had to take this off at home, but it— I was planning to give it you.”

Suga’s eyes sparkle as he reaches into Asahi’s palm and lifts the button with unnecessary delicacy. He holds it with his thumb, index, and middle fingers, looking at it like it's a gold coin.

“Suga...” Asahi mumbles shyly, self-consciously. It's overwhelming, how wonderstruck Suga looks at the small gesture. A gesture that he did first.

Suga brings the button up to his lips, kisses it, and turns to Asahi with the widest smile he's ever seen. “We have to make up for so much lost time, Asahi,” he says, throwing his leg over Asahi's thigh. “I say we get started right now!”

When Daichi finds them fifteen minutes later, making out on those steps with Suga sitting in Asahi's lap, all he can do is sigh and comment, “Finally.”

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] notallbees - 2017-07-25 13:00 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] marks - 2017-07-25 13:39 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] mousapelli - 2017-07-28 05:43 (UTC) - Expand

Fill: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl - 2017-08-05 22:16 (UTC) - Expand
chameleonskin: (Default)


[personal profile] chameleonskin 2017-07-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fukutomi Juichi &/ Arakita Yasutomo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Sexual Content?
Other Tags: Pet play?

Arakita in Fukutomi's dorm room with a dog collar.
soveryaverageme: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-24 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Oikawa Tooru &/ Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Oikawa in Iwaizumi’s living room with a college acceptance letter.
helwolves: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] helwolves 2017-07-24 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
ha I KNEW someone was gonna go here.
marks: little orphan annie (hinata (hq))

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] marks 2017-07-24 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags:
Other Tags:

Kiyoko in the onsen with Yachi's towel.
whimse: (the mountain god and his antenna)


[personal profile] whimse 2017-07-24 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Jinpachi Toudou &/ Jin Tadokoro OR Jinpachi Toudou & Sakamichi Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: au where watanabe confirms where toudou and tadokoro are enrolled

Toudou in a university auditorium with a handwritten letter in his pocket.
Edited 2017-07-24 01:33 (UTC)
blueminuet: (inukai fistbump)

PROMPT: Team Prince Of Tennis

[personal profile] blueminuet 2017-07-24 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kikumaru Eiji/Inui Sadaharu/Oishi Shuuichiro
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: Possible sexual content
Other Tags: iftgpf, scheduling

Inui, in the bedroom, with the schedule
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-08-05 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kikumaru Eiji/Inui Sadaharu/Oishi Shuuichirou
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: negotiations
Word Count: 408


"I've taken into account your feedback from last time and adjusted the schedule accordingly," Inui said as he adjusted his glasses. "I left new copies of the schedule on your pillows; please take a look at them and let me know if you have any questions."

Oishi and Eiji exchanged glances as they picked up the thick stacks of paper from the bed. The piles weren't quite as large as they had been a week earlier, but they still contained an alarming number of pages.

"Ummmm, Inui," Eiji began.

"You said last time that you felt the schedule was overly structured and didn't leave enough room for spontaneity and the natural development of events. I've taken that into account with this iteration. Not only are there fewer nodes overall; there are also more nodes that allow branching for multiple outcomes. It should allow for significantly more flexibility."

Eiji looked over Oishi's shoulder as Oishi flipped through the pages. It took them a minute, but then all of the pieces fell into place.

"Inui," Oishi said, "this is a flowchart."

"Of course it is. That's what I just said."

"Inui, you made a flowchart for sex. Didn't we go through this after last time."

Inui nodded. "You said that you felt excessive prescription was counterproductive toward the end goal. This new plan should remedy that. My calculations said there was a 99% chance this plan would be superior to the last one."

Eiji and Oishi exchanged looks again. The statement may have been true, but they both thought it was missing the point.

"Inui," Eiji said finally, "what did your calculations say was the chance we enjoyed this more than going with no schedule at all?"

Inui looked horrified. "I didn't run that calculation," he said. "How can you operate without sufficient data?"

"How about we try it once?" Oishi suggested. "If you don't like it, we can go back, but spontaneity is good sometimes."


"No schedule. No data. Just what feels natural," Oishi said.

Inui looked decidedly nervous as he nodded. "Just this once, I guess," he said.

"Great!" Eiji exclaimed. "We'll make sure you have a good time. Trust us. Here, put your glasses on the nightstand so they don't get hurt by mistake."

Eiji snatched off Inui's glasses, and Inui would have made a rather undignified noise, except Oishi kissed him right then, and that short-circuited whatever calculation he had been about to start.
marks: don't fuck with us/them (intimidation tactic (saso yoi))

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] marks 2017-07-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Otabek in the dressing rooms with one of Yuri's gloves.
pugglemuggle: Daisuga (Default)

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[personal profile] pugglemuggle 2017-08-03 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: dom/sub undertones, implied ust probably, gloves, implied gloves kink, otabek: "I don’t know why fingers in the mouth is so hot, but it is." yuri: "Try letting your chicken fingers cool off before you eat them."
Word Count: 546

....i might have a thing for gloves. who knows. wttm is still killing me to this day, so take of that what you will.


Otabek sat at on the bench in the empty dressing room, resting his elbows on his knees, his skates long since unlaced. Outside, the Grand Prix gala was still in full swing. In Otabek's hands was one of Yuri's gloves, one of the ones he'd pulled off with his teeth during the routine. God. A week ago—no, three days ago, he never would have dreamed that he might do something like that on a world stage, but then.... This was Yuri. Yuri seemed to have a way of coaxing out the unexpected.

The glove was black and fingerless. It reminded Otabek of motorcycle gloves, but the fabric was too thin to be made of leather—faux leather, maybe? It was smooth against the pads of Otabek's fingers. He remembered the way it felt to yank off that first glove—smooth, fluid, effortless. How easy it had been, to fall into that routine.

There was a sound at the rink-side entrance to the dressing room, and Otabek looked up. It was Yuri, still dressed in his too-loose tank top and too-tight pants. He was holding the twin to the glove in Otabek's hand.

"Beka! I wondered where you wandered off to," Yuri said. He came to a stop just in front of Otabek, looking down at him from above the bench. "You've got my other glove, right? They want an encore after the regularly scheduled stuff, some I'm gonna need that back."

Yuri held out his palm, clearly indicating for Otabek to hand him the glove, but for some reason the angle and the gesture and the look in Yuri's eye all sparked the memory of that glove between his teeth, Yuri's finger's in his mouth. He could feel it, almost. He could taste it.


When he looked up and met Yuri's eye, something hot settled in the pit of Otabek's stomach. For some reason he couldn't quite place, he found himself reaching to hold Yuri's arm by the wrist, slowly, gently. Then, as if in a trance, he took the glove and slid it past Yuri's fingers and onto his hand. Yuri stared. For a moment, Otabek had the wild thought that Yuri was going to put his fingers into his mouth again.

Otabek wanted him to.

"There," Otabek said, clearing his throat. "You're ready."

"You bet I am," Yuri muttered. Then the moment was gone. Something from it still lingered in the way Yuri looked at him on their way out of the dressing room, almost like a dare—or maybe that was just Otabek's imagination. He never had been very good with people.

(Not before Yuri.)

"Let's give 'em another show, alright?" Yuri said as they reached door to the rink. "Just follow my lead."

"I will," Otabek agreed. He'd follow Yuri anywhere, he knew. The realization should have been more concerning than it was, considering that he'd only really known Yuri for a few days, but that wasn't quite true, was it? From the moment he'd set eyes on Yuri all those years ago, he knew he'd be looking for him, the same way a sunflower knew to look west at dawn. There was no doubt; Yuri was the only sun he saw.

Otabek couldn't wait to see what he'd do.
Edited 2017-08-03 08:13 (UTC)
soveryaverageme: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke &/ Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Tanaka in the park with someone else’s baby (stroller).

Edited (things i learned today: babies are not objects) 2017-07-25 02:28 (UTC)
fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-25 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tanaka/Nishinoya
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 428 words

This reminds me of an Asterix comic. AH I DIDN'T SEE THE STROLLER EDIT UNTIL I WENT TO POST. Okay. I added it in but it messes with the explanation of HOW the baby got there so I removed that section, super sorry if this no longer flows well.


“Awww,” Nishinoya cooed, jogging up to Tanaka and peering rapturously at the small, wrinkled face of the baby that Tanaka was carrying. “What a cute baby!”

He tickled under the baby’s chin with a wide smile, “Hi, little cutie! What’s your name?”

The baby made a gurgling sound in response which Nishinoya fondly mimicked. “I speak your language, little alien. Take me to your leader!”

Tanaka snorted with laughter, “Didn’t know you were the type to get all giddy over babies.”

“I love kids!” Nishinoya protested, tickling the baby again. “And this one’s so cute! All that soft fluffy hair and such big eyes. Is she - he? - your cousin?”

“No,” Tanaka said, an unaccustomed glumness settling over his features.

“Niece? Nephew?” Nishinoya tried again.

“No.” Tanaka said again, jiggling the baby again. “It’s not related to me at all.”

“Should’ve known, it’s too cute,” Nishinoya teased playfully. He gave Tanaka a quick kiss on the cheek to take the sting out of the mock-insult and asked, “So where did you get it from?”

Tanaka pointed at a bush. “Over there.”

“...What?” Nishinoya turned to look at the bush. It had big, green leaves, rather like an oversized cabbage, but he thought it was a horseradish plant. Maybe. He wasn’t good at botany. There was an empty stroller parked next to it. “You found a baby in a bush?”

“Yeah. I thought they only grew under cabbage bushes or came from the stork, but I guess that they couldn’t find a cabbage field near us,” Tanaka said as he gave the baby another jiggle.

“...You know babies don’t actually grow under cabbages, don’t you?” Nishinoya asked warily, distracted from the question of where the fuck the random baby had actually come from by his boyfriend’s seeming innocence.

“I thought they didn’t!” Tanaka said in a tone of wounded innocence, “But then I found this one. And what other explanation is there?”

“That someone abandoned it?” Nishinoya suggested.

Tanaka’s eyes grew wide with horror and he immediately adopted his most thuggish face. “Who’d abandon a cute baby like this? If I find them, I’m going to kick their ass!”

In response to Tanaka’s angry voice, the baby started sobbing and Nishinoya held his arms out quickly. “Here, give it over. I’ll hold the baby, you go look for a policeman to report this to.”


When Tanaka and Nishinoya called from the police station, saying they needed help because they’d been charged with kidnapping a baby, Daichi seriously considered just leaving them in there for a few hours. Bailing people out of jail was not in the team captain’s description!
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[personal profile] putsch 2017-07-24 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kid/Tetsuma Jo
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Major Tags: manga spoilers
Other Tags: none

Tetsuma with his college letter at Kid's front door.
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[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-24 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: himuro/kagami
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: alcohol
Other Tags: none

himuro on top of an LA lifeguard station with a bottle of discount vodka
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[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-25 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Word Count: 623




Taiga scowls, bracing himself against the wall, feeling the cheap roof of the lifeguard station give just a little to make him nervous as he pushes himself up. It groans under the weight of him, but doesn’t bend or crack, and Tatsuya’s already up here, lying back and looking up at the sky. It’s not quite as smoggy as it is in the city, but it’s still pretty fucking polluted and there’s not so much in the way of visibility. The moon’s out in the other direction, so there’s nothing but dark blank above them, weakly dotted with the few stars and planets that break through.

“Could have told me which station.”

“You found me, though,” says Tatsuya, a half-smile in the dark.

The wash of the waves is constant in the background; Taiga only hears it when he’s thinking about it and it lapses into the background when he thinks more about Tatsuya, lying down and looking up at him, his hand on Taiga’s.

“Drink this,” says Tatsuya, passing something into Taiga’s hands, a liquor bottle. Taiga opens it and sniffs; it smells repugnant, probably cheap vodka (the shit Tatsuya thinks makes him tough to drink without gagging).

“No thanks,” says Taiga. “How the hell am I supposed to get down?”

“I didn’t say half the bottle,” says Tatsuya, though from the feel of things, the way Taiga can make out the liquid sloshing inside, he’s already taken care of that much.

“Are you drunk?”



“If you think you know the answer, don’t ask the question,” says Tatsuya.

This is about the draft, isn’t it? Another question Taiga’s not going to ask. The question of Tatsuya staying in college, playing more ball, honing his skills, of Taiga leaving for the NBA because he’s, well, ready. Everyone goes at their own pace, but Taiga’s pretty sure that’s going to sound patronizing to Tatsuya, coming from him especially (even if it’s true). But this isn’t about that, really, is it? Okay, it is, because with Tatsuya it’s always about basketball even when it’s about the two of them, because the two of them have always been about basketball and Tatsuya and basketball go back further than Tatsuya and Taiga, and because, well, everything. It’s so fucking complicated, but it always was; Taiga just hadn’t known back then. But this is about them, because the two of them and basketball always leads back to the two of them, just the two of them (paradoxical, yeah; Taiga takes a sip of the vodka and has to try very hard not to spit it out; Tatsuya laughs and Taiga doesn’t want to flip him the bird because, well).

“Tatsuya,” Taiga says, putting the bottle of vodka beside him, rolling over until they’re facing each other (it’s hard to see Tatsuya in the low light, but he can see the razors of those cheekbones and the soft wariness in his eye). “You know, even if I end up in, like, Toronto, I’m still yours.”

He reaches, clumsy, the edges of Tatsuya’s neck, the chain around it they’d both tried to stop wearing but couldn’t, tangles his fingers. He’s not going to say that he’d been Tatsuya’s when he’d gone to Tokyo, when he’d been back here and Tatsuya was in Akita; he doesn’t fucking have to (and it’s going to hurt both of them, slice in a tender way only they know, at things they want to be higher than).

“You won’t be in Toronto,” says Tatsuya. “Their pick’s going to be too late.”

Taiga’s fingers, still woven into the necklace, brush at Tatsuya’s cheek. It’s dry, but the smile Tatsuya gives is soft, his lips still wet, probably still numb with alcohol.
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PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke & Nishinoya Yuu & Ennoshita Chikara & Kinoshita Hisashi & Narita Kazuhito
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Ennoshita in the school gym with an old film projector.
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PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] marks 2017-07-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Minami Kenjirou/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Minami in Yu-topia Katsuki with Yurio's autograph.
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[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-07-26 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yuri Plisetsky/Minami Kenjirô
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mention of nudity because onsen, Minami being a nervous fanboy
Word Count: 1868 words (yep, I might have gotten a bit carried away)

*bursts in* Did someone say Plinami ?


Minami was sitting nervously on the zabuton provided by Yûri’s parents, a cup of steaming tea on the table in front of him. He didn’t dare look up to meet the gaze of the Russian Punk who was enjoying his katsudon on the other side of the furniture and as such, he was very much absorbed in his fingers drawing circles on his thighs, face bright red in embarrassment. Under less than five minutes, he heard the familiar chiming sound of chopsticks hitting the china bowl one last time without it being followed by any chewing, and promptly stopped frozen. He waited silently as Yuri warmly praised the cook aka Yûri’s mother, then he felt a gaze burn holes in his skull and almost flinched at the intensity.

“So, you are ?”

Minami lifted his head so quickly he was met with a startled look on Yuri’s face.

“Minami Kenjirô ! Or, Kenjirô Minami, in this way I guess ? I don’t actually know if in Russia you put the first name before your last name.”

He looked a bit sheepish, like it was of great importance and Yuri snorted.

“In that way : Yuri Plisetsky. But I guess you already knew who I am. I won the last Grand Prix Finale.”

Minami nodded furiously, eyes shining with adoration and Yuri would be lying if he said that all this attention wasn’t making him embarrassed at all. It was one thing to have fangirls pursuing you and another to have a fellow figure skater - talented, at that - complimenting you in such a straightforward way, and a strange warmth started spreading in his body.

“I know, I was watching !! I barely slept that night but it was totally worth it !! You were absolutely amazing, you and Yûri-kun ! Two new records !! And against living legend Viktor Nikiforov !! You’re both going down in History !! And with him joining in the next competition, we’ll really have the best line-up ever, I can’t wait !”

He was excitedly making big gestures with his hands while talking as if words alone couldn’t convey all of his bubbling feelings.

Yuri frowned.

“You don’t plan on joining ?”

Minami stopped in his tracks.

“Of course I do ! I’ve worked hard over the last year to catch up to all of you. But my jumps still aren’t all that great. My step sequence has improved a lot though ! And I want to compete against Yûri, my idol, and also his idol, Viktor !”

He looked in Yuri’s eyes.

“And of course, against you too, the defending champion !”

He had a toothy grin, eyes ablaze and for some reason, it made Yuri very impatient to get to his future competitions. He slammed his hands on the small wooden table that shook under the strength but neither paid it any attention.

“Challenge accepted, you little chicken !”

The excitement in the room was almost palpable and Minami was two seconds away from dragging the Russian right here and then to the local skating rink of Hasetsu Castle. At the exact moment he was going to voice his suggestion the door slid open.

“Oh, you’re still here both of you ?”

Yûri’s mom entered the room and cleared Yuri’s empty dish.

“You haven’t touched your tea, Kenjirô-kun ?”

He lowered his head in shame. Frankly, he had completely forgotten about his untouched cup.

“My tongue is a bit sensitive so it’s still too hot for me.”

“Oh, in that case it’s fine if you go play with your friend. Or you could both go soak in the onsen for a bit, your tea should be cool by then. It’s starting to get late anyway so might as well go bath right now instead of waiting here.”

Minami nodded and Hiroko left the room.

“So, should we go ?”

Yuri clicked his tongue.

“Yeah, might as well. The flight drained me, I could relax there I guess.”

“But, it doesn’t bother you to get naked in front of strangers ?”

It was a legitimate question as far as Minami was concerned. Occidentals usually were much warier when it came to nudity in public and he was used to their disbelief when introduced to this tradition. Yuri shrugged his concern off.

“I was there last year, I got used to it. Why, you planning on checking me out or what ?”

Minami went bright right.

“Of course not !”

“Then it’s fine. Let’s go.”


They both undressed in complete silence and washed themselves on opposite sides of the indoor public bathroom. Minami was rinsing himself thoroughly when he heard the door to the outdoor bath open.

“I’m going ahead.”

The door closed and he hurried to get ready, not wanting to make Yuri wait. Heart pounding, he willed himself to go at a measured pace so as to not fall and injured himself. Or worse, make a fool of himself in front of his crush. He inhaled and exhaled a few times to slow down his heartbeat and to lose a little bit of his blush. Determined, he confidently opened the door and exited. The air was still a bit humid and hot even though it was already late august and Minami wasted no time in getting in the hot water at a calculated distance from Yuri so as to not make him uncomfortable. Once he was immersed to the shoulders, he let out a sigh of pure contentment and he could already feel his entire being relax. He started humming, and after a moment, he suddenly remembered that he wasn’t alone.

“Oh ! I’m sorry is it annoying ? I can stop.”

On his left, Yuri was still in the same position, sitting against the side and eyes closed.

“It’s fine.”

Despite the permission he had gotten, Minami kept silent.

“Yuri ?”

The Russian groaned in acknowledgment.

“How long will you be staying in Japan ?”

“I don’t know. Something like two weeks ? I came with the idiot couple but I don’t know how long they will be staying. I think they plan on a month but I don’t have that luxury. I didn’t come with my coach after all.”

Minami nodded even though he knew Yuri couldn’t see him.

“Would you like to, like, skate with me during this time ? Like training or something. Together.”

Yuri opened one eye and glanced at Minami who had never felt more vulnerable before. They stayed like that an embarrassingly long minute.

“Sure. I just hope you’ll be able to keep up, little chicken.”

“Ken ! You can call me, Ken !!”

“Whatever, Ken.”

“Hey, Yuri.”

“What is it, now ?”

“I know you don’t like to be called ‘Yurio’ but it really is confusing to have two people named ‘Yuri’. So, is there another name I can use to call you ? Or should I just use your last name ?”

“Ugh, no, not my last name. It’s standard in Japan but it would feel weird for me.”

Minami nodded in understanding, and just waited. Suddenly, he noticed Yuri’s cheeks getting redder and he wondered if that was caused by the heat of the water.

“Well, in Russian, my nickname would be ‘Yura’.”


Minami repeated the name, shaping carefully his mouth and articulating with great care to get the pronunciation as close to the original as possible, not wanting to butcher the pretty name.

The blonde skater quickly reverted to his initial position.

“Yeah, you can use that I guess.”

He was stammering a bit and Minami smiled.

“Then, I’ll call you that, Yura !”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Yuri snorted, trying to show disregard but there was no mistaking the blush that was expanding through his upper body.

“Yura, can I ask you to do me a favor ?”

“Well, you didn’t waste any time in taking advantage of your connections.”

“No, it’s not that ! Well, not really.”

“What ?”

“Well, when you were all in Russia, Yûri asked me what kind of souvenir I’d like and when I answered he told me that he wasn’t the one I should be talking to about that.”

“About what, little chicken ? Just spit it out already.”

“I asked Yûri for your autograph.”

Yuri’s eyebrows rose in surprise and he reopened his eyes slightly bigger than usual.

“Mine ? But I thought that you were the pig’s biggest fanboy.”

“Well, that’s true. Yûri’s the best figure skater here in Japan and he’s from my native island so when I watch him skate it makes me feel like I can also do it you know. But I’m not entitled to just one inspiration. I’m sure you have plenty of people you look up to.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“So, can I ? Get your autograph ?”


Yuri went back to his state of relaxation and Minami hummed for the rest of their time in the onsen, high on the promise of the long-awaited item.


Minami didn’t really know why he was getting so nervous. He had already gone through the most difficult task of asking for the autograph and now he just had to get it. He still paced in front of the temporary room of the blonde boy some more before getting the courage to knock on the door. He was surprised when it opened almost instantly.

“Finally. I could hear you, you know. The walls here are quite thin.”

Minami felt his cheeks burning.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t know whether you were okay to sign it now.”

“I said later, right ? It’s later.”

Yuri reached out and Minami obliged by handing him a perfectly cut square paper, made especially for autographs and the matching pen. He paused a second and then quickly scribbled on it with the ease of someone who was used to it, and Minami figured that after all that was probably the case. He then shoved the items back to the Japanese boy who stumbled back with the strength, and Yuri mumbled a quick “See you tomorrow.” before slamming the door on his face.

Minami stayed still, staring at the door, astonished, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and turned around.

“Sorry, Minami-kun. I didn’t mean to scare you but you weren’t responding at all when I called you. Are you okay ? Did Yurio say anything ?”

Minami shook his head.

“Not at all ! It’s fine !! I was just, hum, going to my room now. I’ll let you and Viktor rest, you must be exhausted.”

“Okay, we’ll talk more tomorrow then.”

Minami nodded and went to his room. Once he had closed the door behind him, he loosened his grip on the square paper in his hand and lowered his gaze to look at it. In big letters, the words “For Ken, whom I’m looking forward to compete against. Yura.” were staring back at him. All kind of emotions overwhelmed him, and his heart started pounding in his chest so hard that he was afraid it was going to burst. His back slid down the door and he curled up as if to make sure it wasn’t going to happen. The rapid heartbeat was pumping in his head, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Of all the emotions that he was going through two stood up : the feeling of pure joy, and the one, much more dangerous, of feeling special.

Edited 2017-07-26 21:58 (UTC)


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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] hailing 2017-07-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanemaru Shinji/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Kanemaru outside the door with a wet copy of Kimi ni Todoke.
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[personal profile] putsch 2017-07-24 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek/Yuri or Phchit/Seung-gil
Fandom: Yuri On Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alternate universe

Otabek with his Hogwarts letter waiting at Platform 9 3/4ts


Seung-gil with his Hogwarts letter waiting at Platform 9 3/4ts
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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-07-29 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: phichit/seung-gil
Fandom: yoi
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: seung-gil's bitchface
Word Count: 624


the train is loud. it's a bit uncivilized to go to school this way, seung-gil thinks, studying the red-painted steel behemoth, clearly a relic of the old world. steam erupts from the front of it, billowing great clouds of white around the station. seung-gil holds his breath, hauls his bag with him to the still-closed doors of one carriage. they're probably all the same.

his letter crumples up in his pocket. the doors open all at once, nearly hitting seung-gil in the nose. he ducks, a little surprised, a little embarrassed, and takes his suitcase in with him to find a seat. the compartments are closed-off greenish beige things, fairly uninspired. seung-gil misses the neon brights of seoul.

he drags in his stuff, the compartment blessedly empty for the moment. he sits down close to the window, watches all the people mill by, shouting and waving and hurrying along the station as the train continues to load. seung-gil rests his chin on an open palm, wonders when the train will pull away from the station. he'd really, really like to see hogwarts.

diagon alley had been a blur. his mother had been so excited to come back to england, where she'd met his father and had seung-gil before moving the lot back to korea; he's never seen so many british witches and wizards in one place before, not even in itaewon. there, the shops look like any other shops dotting the river: modern, sleek, with lights coloring the vista. seung-gil had refused to go inside ollivander's wand shop for nearly five minutes, afraid the whole place would collapse on his head the minute he'd stepped across the threshold.

the door of his compartment slides open. "is anyone else in?" a boy his age, with smiling eyes and a tanned, round face, peeks in. "oh, good!" he pushes the door open completely, dragging his bag with him as he takes the other seat. "i thought i'd have to sit alone, and that was too depressing." the train starts to move. seung-gil looks back at the station, at how the people don't stop even then, edging closer to the edge of the platform. they grow smaller and smaller, as if charmed to shrink. "are you homesick already?"

seung-gil looks at the boy to find him already studying seung-gil's face. "no," he says.

"you're not sad? are you sure?" the boy leans in, squinting at seung-gil's features. "you look sad."

"i'm not." he leans back to compensate for the total lack of space between their heads.

"are you mad? do you not like hogwarts? have you been there before?? is your family magical??"
seung-gil thinks about this, these barrage of questions and this boy who will clearly be something of a burden the rest of the train ride. "no. no. no. yes."

the boy sits back, apparently satisfied. "ooh, mine too! sorta. my dad is."


"they are!" the boy beams. "i'm phichit chulanont. i'm eleven years old, and i wanna be in gryffindor."

it's seung-gil's turn to squint at him. "your name is chulanont?"

"no," he shakes his head, waving his hands. seung-gil wonders if he's always this energetic. "it's phichit!"

"phichit," seung-gil repeats. "okay."

"what's yours?"

seung-gil should have seen this coming. "lee seung-gil," he says, shrugging. "i'll be in ravenclaw."

"oooh, how do you know?" phichit's eyes positively sparkle.

"my parents say so."

"oh, see, that's awesome." phichit nods, flashing a bright grin. "well, lee seung-gil," he says aloud, sticking out a hand, "i'm sure we'll be great friends!"

seung-gil is not ill-bred enough to sigh. still, he hesitates a bit before taking phichit's hand. he gets the feeling he's signing himself up for something bigger than expected. "yeah," he finally says. "yeah, okay."
Edited 2017-07-29 19:23 (UTC)
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Re: PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[personal profile] prillalar 2017-07-24 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-24 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nijimura Shuuzou/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hydrophobia?


Nijimura in the pool with an inflatable duck-shaped swimming ring.
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FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

[personal profile] hyalinee 2017-08-01 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Nijumura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hydrophobia? idk there's a pool here
Word Count: none



piyos at the pool

Edited 2017-08-01 13:05 (UTC)
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PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-24 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yachi Hitoka & [Any/All from Karasuno]
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Yachi in the clubroom with a photo album.
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PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-07-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kiyoko Shimizu & Sugawara Koushi & Sawamura Daichi & Azumane Asahi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Kiyoko in the gym with the “Fly” banner.
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[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa/tendou
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: potential gore ?
Other Tags: idk what's in the bag and i have nooo preference in tone. go wild

oikawa in the half-exploded gas station with the leaking hessian bag
Edited 2017-07-24 07:17 (UTC)