Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe

[referees]

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

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

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

RULES

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

PROMPTING

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


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

FILLING

Fill prompts by selecting an individual square to create fanwork for, then leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. (Optional:) If you can fill three squares from a prompt in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, you get a tic-tac-toe (and an additional point bonus)! You can also just fill prompts as you please and get standard points.

• Prompt squares are labeled as follows:

  A1	B1	C1
  A2	B2	C2
  A3	B3	C3

• If you're trying for tic-tac-toe, you cannot combine squares into one fill. If your fill can satisfy multiple squares, pick the most relevant square: e.g., one square is sailing and another is pirates and you make a fill about pirates sailing, it's mostly pirates so put down the pirates square.
• Each fill must stand alone as an individual piece, but all your fills can slot into a larger universe if you'd like.
• You cannot fill a prompt square more than once, but you can fill every square on a tic tac toe card if you want to.
• You cannot work with your teammates to get a tic-tac-toe. Only individually achieved tic-tac-toes get the bonus.
• Multiple people can fill the same prompt square. You cannot "block" others from getting tic-tac-toe.
• Remember to also follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
• Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.

FORMAT

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

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art/images)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content *in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here. More info: http://sportsanimeolympics.tumblr.com/post/161707236774/tagging-and-you) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Prompt:</strong> (copy and paste the HTML of your prompt square here!)	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [SQUARE], [RATING] Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which. Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject, especially which square you're filling!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None"; if omitting tags to avoid spoiling, say "tags omitted." More info: http://sportsanimeolympics.tumblr.com/post/161707236774/tagging-and-you) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Square:</strong> (the theme of the square that you are filling, just copy and paste it from the prompt comment) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or won't get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML after the asterisks. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Consider posting only a thumbnail if the image is large. For more info, visit http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [SQUARE], [RATING] Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject, especially which square you're filling!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None"; if omitting tags to avoid spoiling, say "tags omitted." More info: http://sportsanimeolympics.tumblr.com/post/161707236774/tagging-and-you) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Square:</strong> (the theme of the square that you are filling, just copy and paste it from the prompt comment) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Consider posting only a thumbnail if the image is large. For more info, visit http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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

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

SCORING

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

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

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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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

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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, C2 T

[fickle]

Ship:Kuroko/Aomine + Kagami/Kuroko + Touou Academy team
Fandom:Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: What's worse -- looking jealous or crazy?
Word Count: 550 words

Warnings for infidelity, emotional manipulation, slight sexual content, angst, jealousy and unhealthy relationships. STILL.


***

It’s Wakamatsu who starts it, a fact that does not improve the relationship between him and Aomine.

“You think Kagami and Kuroko do that before every game?” He speculates during the pre-practice warm ups. “Like a good luck ritual?”

“You mean the kiss?” Sakurai asks.

“Of course I mean the kiss, what else would I mean?” Wakamatsu’s irritated tone is enough to set Sakurai off on another stream of apologies.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m so stupid! I’m sorry!”

Wakamatsu’s attempts to pacify Sakurai take up everyone’s attention; nobody notices how Aomine is scowling at his sneakers - except Imayoshi. The light glints off Imayoshi’s glasses as he watches their ace.

It’s no secret that Aomine and Kuroko have been fucking. True, Aomine has a corner dorm and thus only has one neighbor but that neighbor is Sakurai. Imayoshi told Sakurai to keep it a secret for the sake of the school’s reputation but somehow, the rest of the team found out anyway.

Aomine and Kuroko having a fuckbuddies relationship doesn’t matter as long as Aomine still plays his hardest against Kuroko. Absolutely nobody can claim that Aomine didn’t give it everything he had in the last match and yet…

“I have reliable information that says Kuroko and Kagami are dating,” Imayoshi says smoothly, leaning over one leg and then straightening up to touch the toes of the other leg.

“Bullshit,” Aomine says, scowling now at Imayoshi. His eyes are dark, the corners of his mouth drawn back in a snarl. “Kuroko just did that to fuck with our heads and distract us before the match.”


Us? Our heads?! Nobody dares to tell Aomine that he was the one most obviously affected.

“Nonetheless,” Imayoshi says, tone still calm in the face of Aomine’s anger, “Kagami’s been spotted with bite marks on his throat and shoulders during other matches. If you had come to our practices and watched the preparatory videos, you would have seen them too.”

None of them, when watching the videos, had failed to recognize the significance of those marks - but neither had any of them realized how close, in size and position, they were to the marks that Aomine so often wore.

Aomine’s expression darkens but he says nothing. Imayoshi twists the knife a little deeper.

“Now we know who was responsible for marking Kagami. I wouldn’t have thought Kuroko to have such savagery in him--”

Aomine’s muscles tense, bunching together in preparation for a lunge, and Imayoshi smoothly changes the course of his sentence, “--But people can always surprise you.”

There’s a flicker of something in Aomine’s eyes that Imayoshi’s never seen before. Doubt? Insecurity? Or even guilt?

He has no baseline to compare it to but it looks so raw that Imayoshi can’t help but lean in for the kill. “I--”

“Dai-chan,” Momoi interrupts with a smile, coming up behind him and ruffling his hair. “I have a new bookmark of Mai-chan for you! Come to the locker room with me, I’ll show you!”

It’s enough to distract Aomine from engaging. It’s not enough to take the rage from his eyes or the vicious killing intent from the atmosphere.

Momoi pulls him away.

Sakurai’s trembling, Wakamatsu’s regarding Aomine’s departing back oddly and Imayoshi’s still smiling.

This will either motivate their ace or break him.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A2 T

[fickle]

Ship:Kuroko/Aomine + Kagami/Kuroko + Touou Academy team
Fandom:Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: we shine a light on whatever's worse; perfection is the disease of the nation
Word Count: 500 words

Warnings for infidelity, emotional manipulation, slight sexual content, angst, jealousy and unhealthy relationships. STILL. All typos are on purpose.


***

Aomine texts Kuroko, pacing about in the hallways of the school.

AD: heard you and Kagami are dating

He waits, heart pounding as if he’s in game, for Kuroko to deny it. His phone dings softly and he looks at the reply.

KT: :)
KT: Are you going to congratulate us, Aomine-kun?
AD: no shit I’m not what the fuck tetsu
AD: you can’t date him
AD: if you’re dating him
AD: what the fuck are you doing with me

KT: I asked myself that many times.

Asked. Past tense? Did Kuroko mean he no longer questioned it because they were over or because he’d found a satisfactory answer? Aomine’s fingers slipped over the phone’s screen, sweat making them slide over the keys he meant to tap.

AD: are you dating meet or him
AD: ?
AD: *me

KT: Do you call what we were doing dating?

AD: what do you fucking want flowers
AD: chocolates
AD: was i supposed to bring you shit and sing to you
AD: you could’ve just told me if that was what you wanted
AD: not just fucking run off and jump on Kagami’s dick

KT: I didn’t want any of that.
KT: I just wanted you.

AD: so why are you fucking around with Kagami?

KT: Because I missed my Light.

AD: i was right there!
AD: is this about me not wanting to play basketball with you
AD: did you cheat me on me over BASKETBALL?!

KT: Anything would sound bad if you said in that tone.

AD: tetsu fuckign
AD: is that your answer
AD: isthis about basketball i swear to god
AD: why didn’t you just break up with me if you were that pissed!

KT: I was hoping you might come back.

AD: I WAS RIGHT THERE
AD: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DIDN’T WANT TO COME TO TOUOU ACADEMY

KT: You weren’t there.
KT: Even if I’d come to Touou, it wouldn’t have been the same.

AD: and you thought the solution was to fuck some guy behind my back?!

KT: It worked.
KT: You’re back to normal.

AD: what worked was getting beaten at basketball
AD: you saying kagami can’t beat me unless he’s fucking you?!

KT: I needed to get closer to him.
KT: Our synergy wasn’t there

AD: SYNERGY?
AD: did you fucke veryone on your team to get synergy with them?!

KT: Of course not.
KT: I only need to be that close to my light.

AD: but i wasn’t your light aymoere i wasn’t even playiwng ith you
AD: you could’vestorpped it with me

KT: Yes.
KT: But I would’ve missed you too much.

Aomine screams, inarticulate and pained. Inside the gym, his teammates stop playing. Sakurai and Wakamatsu exchange looks.

“Should someone go after him?” Sakurai asks timidly.

“I’m sure Momoi-chan will take care of it,” Imayoshi answers.

He might’ve been more worried if he’d known that Momoi was on the train over to Seirin instead of next to Aomine.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, B3, G

[themorninglark]

Ship: Kuga Kyousuke & Hasekura Heath & Yagami Tomoe
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: Ann Landers
Word Count: 622 words

I'M COMING FOR THIS BINGO DOING MY DARNDEST TO WATER THE PARCHED DESERT THAT IS STRIDE FIC

***

This was what it came down to: a rumble that echoed in the street, the diesel-slick smell in the air, and Kyousuke letting his hair down.

Heath leaned back, dug his heel into the brick wall and waited. Kyousuke took his time. He always did, except when he didn’t, and then the wind would change and he would be gone before Heath could blink, swifter than a murmur, than the sighs he left behind.

These days, Heath knew, he was learning to stay. To keep his feet on the ground, even if those restless eyes still sought the sky.

“How did it go?” Heath asked.

Kyousuke did not answer for a while. He sat on the edge of his bike, rested one arm on top of his helmet; in the narrow space between them, the air felt breathless, closer, and Heath could have reached out, reached forward to tuck those flyaway strands behind one ear.

“Tomoe seems happier now,” said Kyousuke, at last.

“Well, that’s good news. Did you ask him how things are with Riku?”

Kyousuke shook his head. “We mostly talked about Stride. And the weather.”

“The weather,” Heath repeated, drawing his brows together.

“It’s been a hot summer. We should go swimming again soon.”

“The weather. Honestly… that’s so like you,” said Heath, and chuckled to see the barest hint of a curve tilt at Kyousuke’s lips.

He straightened, peeled himself off the wall and turned to the vending machines next to him. For himself, a carton of milk, for Kyousuke, black coffee that came in a can, and he tossed it over his shoulder without looking, heard Kyousuke catch it easily.

“You could ask him about Riku,” said Kyousuke.

Heath popped the straw out of its wrapper with a crinkling sound, twirled it absently between his fingers. “I guess I could,” he admitted. “But you know, Tomoe never called me while he was abroad. Only you.”

It wasn’t like he was complaining about it, even as the words left his mouth. They didn’t taste tart on his tongue the way they might have. It was a fact, nothing more or less.

Kyousuke met his level gaze for a moment, then cracked his can open and took a slow sip of coffee. Heath watched him tip his head back, the slight bob in his throat, the shadow that he shrugged off with that movement of his. He wore it with such grace usually that it seemed a second skin, a tattoo like a kiss. Without it, the paleness of him still caught Heath by surprise; but it would be a mistake, Heath knew, to equate that part of Kyousuke with fragility, to think all those fracture lines would be enough to shatter him.

He remembered a promise, heated and sincere, to protect Kyousuke. He meant it, still. Yet, how far he’d managed to make good on it, he could not say. Perhaps it had slipped his mind that Kyousuke was fiercest in his imperfections.

“I was damaged,” said Kyousuke, his voice low. “You weren’t. Not like us, anyway. I think that’s what Tomoe thought.”

Heath let out a long, resigned breath.

“I’m no angel,” he said, to the sky.

Kyousuke smiled.

“I know that. You should tell Tomoe,” he said.

Overhead, a sliver of sunset lit their back alley ablaze, and Heath raised one hand to shield his eyes. It was no brighter horizon that he yearned for, he or Kyousuke, maybe Tomoe too; merely a corner they could turn together—the next stretch of wide open road—

Whether they would tear down it hand in hand, he did not know, but there had been a time when they had, and surely, surely, that would count for something.

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

[wino]

Ship: kagami/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: T-shirt with Words
Word Count: none

insp

***

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

[wino]

Ship: kagami/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: Sequins / Glitter
Word Count: none

***

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C2, T

[wino]

Ship: kagami/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: none
Square: Cutoff Shorts
Word Count: none

im sorry

***

Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B2, G

[jessibot]

aah...aaahh.................get-togethers as seen from the outside are truly the best genre

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, B3, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: if i never knew you i'd have lived my whole live through / empty as the sky / never knowing why / lost forever
Word Count: 430

***

Sometimes, Atsushi wonders if Tatsuya is aware of the impact that he's made.

He does his best not to make a big deal out of it, just the same way he tries not to make a big deal out of anything else in life either. Sure, there are things that are important to him, things that mean the world to him, but that doesn't mean that anyone else needs to know. That sort of thing just ends up being troublesome and he's learned from the time that he's spent with Tatsuya that it's fine—and maybe even a little inevitable—to care about him, and to care about their partnership both on and off the court. Being open about it, on the other hand, is just asking for trouble.

So he keeps it to himself, even as he follows Tatsuya around the school during their common breaks, sitting in the library, or walking through the courtyard outside, wherever Tatsuya wants to go because Atsushi doesn't really care where it is, as long as they're together. He'd do anything in the world, just to be able to see that small, peaceful smile that curves at the corners of Tatsuya's lips when he gets the chance to relax. He'd do anything in the world just because Tatsuya asked, if he's being honest. He'd just make sure to complain about it the entire time so Tatsuya doesn't realise.

He can't help it, when Tatsuya has so single-handedly changed his entire life. He can't imagine what life would be like if their paths had never crossed; if one of them never ended up coming to Yosen, if Atsushi had somehow managed to stumble through his dull, grey life without meeting Tatsuya, who isn't so much of a spark of light as he is a blazing inferno that burns everything in its path. Atsushi can respect that; he's never been good at moderation anyway.

It's Tatsuya who makes him enjoy basketball, who makes him want to stay on the court until the very end, when nobody or nothing else could, no matter what. It's Tatsuya whose smiles at the end of a winning game make it all worth it, whose disappointment, hidden in the tightness of his jaw, make Atsushi want to play twice as hard the next time if they lose, crushing everything in his path just to make Tatsuya smile again.

He'll never say it because he's just not that sort of person, but he thinks that he'd like it if Tatsuya somehow knew anyway. Sometimes, it feels like he already does.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, A2, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: future fic with businessman Himuro and pastry chef Murasakibara
Square: i'm home if you are there beside me
Word Count: 473

***

Tatsuya is away on a business trip, and Atsushi absolutely hates it. The apartment feels too quiet, too empty, and the fridge is overflowing with all the cakes and pastries that Atsushi is making just because he feels restless. There's no one to eat any of them anyway, and he's started either gifting them to their neighbours in the form of boxes left on their doorsteps, or he's taking them to the bakery to sell them there, but that means that he has less work to do in the morning, and more time to think about how much he misses Tatsuya, and then it's a cycle all over again.

He shakes his head, irritated with himself and irritated with Tatsuya too. It makes sense that his company would want to send him overseas on business trips, when his English is so good. That isn't really any consolation to Atsushi, who just wants his boyfriend back home again.

It's early in the evening, and Atsushi is washing his mixing bowl after baking yet another cake. Tatsuya isn't even around to tell him off for leaving things unwashed in the sink and it's only been a week, Atsushi must have survived a week without Tatsuya before, but it feels unbearable this time. He hates it with every fibre of his being.

He's drying the bowl and spatula when he hears a key being pushed into the lock. He nearly drops everything in his hands as he turns to the source of the sound, frowning, unsure if he's heard right or if he's just being hopeful. He hears it again, though, and then the door is opening, and Tatsuya is walking through the door, wearing his business suit, tie loosened but otherwise still immaculately put together. Atsushi crosses the apartment in a few long strides, and presses Tatsuya up against the door, kissing him hard.

"Atsushi," Tatsuya laughs, hands coming up to rest on his arms. He leans up to kiss Atsushi again. "I'm home. I missed you."

"Welcome home," Atsushi mumbles into his hair, before kissing it. "I missed you too much. You're not allowed to do that again, okay?"

"No promises," Tatsuya replies. He leaves his suitcase to stand against the wall and takes his laptop bag off his shoulder, but otherwise, doesn't move out of Atsushi's reach, like he understands exactly what Atsushi needs right now. Or maybe he needs it too, after all this time apart.

"You'd better make it up to me, then," Atsushi grumbles, pulling Tatsuya into his arms and clinging to him tightly.

Laughing against the collar of Atsushi's shirt, Tatsuya nods. "Of course I will. The apartment smells like your bakery. You really missed me, didn't you?"

Atsushi doesn't reply, but the way he tightens his grip on Tatsuya says enough.

Their apartment finally feels like home again.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C2, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Word Count: 422

***

Tatsuya knows better than anyone else, when Atsushi is having fun.

There's a look in his eyes that he gets only in the second half of a game, when they see the odds stacking up against them, challenging them, and it must have been a long time since Atsushi's felt this way, this determination to win, rather than just feeling like it was a guaranteed thing. Losing has been good for Atsushi, Tatsuya thinks, in a way that he isn't sure it has for him, just yet. It's helped Atsushi grow as a player, as a person, and it's a pleasure just watching him.

Most of all, Tatsuya thinks, he's enjoying the fact that Atsushi looks like he's rediscovering his love for basketball, and that's a feeling that Tatsuya can relate to, more than he'll ever let anyone know. Even if he's never truly hated basketball, he's always hated losing and linked the two strongly enough that it was sometimes difficult to separate them. He remembers feeling it against Taiga, and against other street ball players as well. He's not the best out there and it's a painful truth that he's done his best to overcome with as much hard work as he can possibly put into something. It doesn't always work, and even if he's never truly stopped trying, there are only so many times someone can throw themselves at a wall before they stop enjoying it.

Coming to Japan, meeting new players, and seeing a new side of the game, has reawakened something in Tatsuya that he wants to hold on for as long as possible. Seeing the same sort of fire come to life in Atsushi's eyes as they step onto the court makes Tatsuya want to do anything that he can to fan in, not as a captain, and not even as the other half of Yosen's double aces. Maybe it's something that comes from being Atsushi's boyfriend, or maybe it's something even simpler than that, and he's just putting too much thought into the whole thing, but it doesn't change the fact that he knows exactly how good it feels, to have that kind of determination burning through his veins, pushing him back out onto the court to try again, to try something different, even if it's risky, just because it's something new and exciting.

He knows how good that feels, and he can see it in the small smile on Atsushi's lips, the brightness in his eyes.

He never wants Atsushi to stop feeling that again.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C3, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined / but now he's dear and so unsure
Word Count: 503

***

There's something about Atsushi these days that seems a little different, Tatsuya thinks as they sit together in the school library, their homework spread out on the desks in front of them. Atsushi is usually loudly complaining about having to sit down and do his work at all, while taking snacks out of his bag even though he knows that he shouldn't have any when they're in here. Today, he's just sitting there opposite to Tatsuya, hunched over the desk a little as usual, and he's chewing on his nail instead of snacking.

"Atsushi?" Tatsuya calls, pulling him out of his thoughts. He notices the way Atsushi shifts a little, looking down guiltily at the book that he hasn't paid any attention to in the last ten minutes. "Is everything okay?"

"Fine," Atsushi mumbles. He opens his textbook, realising that he's got it upside down, and fusses with it as he turns it around. It's cute, Tatsuya thinks to himself, chin resting in his hand as he watches. Atsushi must notice him watching, but it only makes him fuss with his books even more, taking his pencil case out of his bag and digging through it as he looks for a pen.

"Here," Tatsuya says, picking up his spare pen and holding it out for Atsushi. "You can use this one."

"Thanks." Atsushi's fingers brush against his as he takes the pen, and he immediately drops it, swearing under his breath as he picks it up again.

"You're sure you're okay?" Tatsuya confirms, and Atsushi doesn't reply beyond a nod, already bending his head down to focus on the page in front of him.



It continues for the rest of the day too. Tatsuya doesn't understand it, but even as they go about their day as they usually do, there's something almost hesitant in Atsushi's body language. It's there when they're sitting in the club room, leaning against each other as they flip through the latest issue of Basketball Monthly, and it's there when they're having dinner together after practice too, sitting at the corner table of the dining hall.

"Here," Atsushi says, placing his pickles onto Tatsuya's plate. "You like these."

"You like them too," Tatsuya replies, surprised.

"But you like them," Atsushi stresses, like he's trying to explain something. "I want you to have them so just take them before I change my mind, Muro-chin."

Tatsuya smiles, moving them closer to the rest of his food. "Thank you, Atsushi."

For some reason, just that is enough to have Atsushi's face turn a little pink. Tatsuya watches with fascination, until it finally hits him.

"Oh," he murmurs. "I see."

"What?" Atsushi asks, and normally, he would sound a little irritable. Now, he just sounds unsure of himself.

Tatsuya just smiles at him and, under the table, where no one else can see, he rests their feet against each other. It's not a lot, but right now, as Atsushi finally relaxes, and presses his foot against Tatsuya's a little firmer, it's enough.

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[kuramochi]

Ship: christanbazaizen or any subset therein
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: 80s tropes edition

Prompt:

freeze-frame ending	rich bitch	fashion victim
dance sensation	badass in a nice suit	come with me if you want to live
training montage	i'm going to disney world	holds boombox over head

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C2, G

[earlgrey_milktea]

"You're always home when I come over to your place," Kuroko says because it's the first thing that comes to mind. "You usually let me in."

aslkdj;fl there's so much trust and familiarity between them here i'm wEAK

Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C2, T

[dynamite]

YOU'RE ABOUT AS SORRY AS HIMURO IS

I love this. the shafts of colour/light are really wonderful highlights, and kagami peeking through his fingers is absolutely DELIGHTFUL.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, A3, G

[gnetophyta]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Might cause cavities.
Square: true love
Word Count: 436

***

The days when they have no responsibilities are Youichi’s favourite. He and Kazuya usually spend them in bed, lounging in a pile of blankets, reading stupid articles on their phones, though never without finding their way into each other’s arms, bed-warm and tender.

Now that they’ve been together for a while, even Kazuya has relaxed and allows himself to fall short of what he deems “perfect” when they’re lying around like this. Youichi has no idea what the hell Kazuya is talking about, since he thinks Kazuya is flawless around the clock.

Their free day dawns bright and deceptively warm-seeming. Youichi yawns and scrubs at his eyes, squinting against the light. Next to him, Kazuya is curled into himself, clutching their duvet to his chest. The parts of his face visible from his messy hair are relaxed, and he snores softly. Youichi smiles fondly and resigns himself to stillness for a little while longer. It’s nice to see Kazuya like this, he thinks, free of his stresses and responsibilities, at least for a time.

Unable to resist, Youichi reaches out and pushes the stray hair from Kazuya’s face behind his ear and chuckles quietly when Kazuya wriggles his nose in protest. It would be fair to let him sleep, but Youichi can’t help himself, and brushes his knuckles along Kazuya’s cheek. While Youichi can sleep through nearly anything, Kazuya is a light sleeper and the touch starts to wake him. His long eyelashes flutter, though not nearly as much as Youichi’s heart does. A slow smile curves Kazuya’s lips as he starts to gain consciousness.

“Every time,” he says, voice rough.
“Every time?” Youichi echoes, leaning in a little to card his hand through Kazuya’s hair.
“Every time you wake up first, I mean,” Kazuya says, pausing to yawn. “You wake me because you just can’t keep your hands to yourself.” Youichi’s cheeks warm. He hadn’t really ever thought about it, but he is always very physically affectionate in the mornings. Kazuya ducks in to kiss him slowly.
“So, you don’t mind it?” Youichi asks, sliding his hand down to Kazuya’s neck.
“Not one bit.” Kazuya wriggles closer and loops an arm around Youichi to stroke his back.
“Does this mean you wanna keep sleepin’?” Youichi murmurs into Kazuya’s hair, moving to hold him closer. Kazuya nods and tangles their legs together beneath the blanket. Stifling a yawn, Youichi starts gently running his fingers up and down Kazuya’s spine until they both start to nod off.

It’s going to be another one of those days, and Youichi wouldn’t even mind if they stayed like this forever.

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, C1, G

[hyalinee]

Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Shirakawa Katsuyuki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: none
Square: Second
Word Count: None

I WENT LIBERAL so have a second of happiness, on a second date?? I was gonna do second button but then that was.. tough (aka i got lazy) so bye here have some sap

***

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, B1, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Square: a fist
Word Count: 1663

God this was so self-indulgent, thank you for enabling me bent ilu <3

***

here

FILL: Team Grandstand, C1, G

[rielity]

Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: NONE
Other Tags: Space AU, VERY long distance
Square: Homesickness (C1)
Word Count: 1125

BEE!!! I GOT CARRIED AWAY again.

***

The ship is quiet in the dead of night, silence only broken by the sound of the main engine room door shutting and opening at irregular timings between shifts. It is at these hours that Morisuke gives himself time to miss home.

Morisuke enjoys his work - he really does. He loves the knowledge that they're surrounded by the galaxy and the darkness, the promise of worlds beyond their wildest dreams just within reach, and most of all he loves that it's his job to discover these distant worlds. It's just that sometimes, like today, he wants to fall asleep against a warm body and firm heartbeat, instead of cool sheets and mechanical whirring.

Out here suspended in space, the only notion of home he has is in the form of a photo frame, of himself and Kuroo side by side. They're too far away from Earth now for any of the crew to send messages regularly, much less make calls, sans emergency situations that have thankfully yet to happen. As it is, he hasn’t messaged Kuroo for almost two months. Anyway, by the time any message he sends now arrives on Earth, chances are he’ll be back too.

The calendar pinned on his desk is covered with red marks as he counts down the days to going home. Today is the sixth, which means exactly three more months to their return.

His breath catches at the realisation; it's the sixth, which means it's time for him to listen to Kuroo's message. Kuroo had insisted on recording messages for every month that he would be in space, despite Morisuke's protests, and grudgingly he has to admit that it was good foresight on Kuroo's part, because they've become the highlight of every month in space. This past month the ship's been busy, so he hasn't been keeping track as dutifully, but right now the promise of hearing Kuroo's voice through his phone speakers is enough to make his heart flutter n anticipation and excitement.

He looks for the folder, hidden and encrypted safely within one of his personal files, and keys in the password.

[6 May - 3 months.mp4] the file reads, just like all the other 20 files in the folder. Morisuke's heartbeat skitters; his finger hovers over the file name, almost nervous, before he clicks on it.

The projection lights up on the screen across his bed, Kuroo in a white shirt slightly loose around his shoulders, hair tousled and as untamed as ever. He's in their bedroom back home, the volleyball trophy sitting proud in the background, their Perfume poster hanging on the wall, one edge slightly dog-eared, just like it had been when Morisuke left for space. It's so familiar, and when Kuroo smiles at the camera - at Morisuke - Morisuke's heart actually hurts.

"Hey, Yakkun," Kuroo says, still grinning. "One more month down at last! Which means you're one month closer to coming home."

There's a soft scratching sound from somewhere, and Kuroo reaches down, out of view of the camera. Catoki comes into sight with an offended yowl. Kuroo's got both hands securely around Catoki now, and though the Persian makes a slight noise of protest, he doesn't struggle out of Kuroo's arms. To think that once upon a time, Catoki had disliked Kuroo so much, to the point of never letting Kuroo touch him. Morisuke swallows hard through the lump forming at the back of his throat.

"Catoki says hi too," Kuroo continues, totally unperturbed by the interruption. "And I bet you miss him too, so just as well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'm incredibly proud of you for making it through another month. Over here, it's two days till you leave, and I'm missing you already, Yakkun. How am I going to make it through twenty-one months?"

A wry smile, as he pulls his fingers through Catoki's fur, the movement itself also tugging at Morisuke's heart. "But when I think that to myself, I also think to myself, how much more difficult it must be for you. I'll definitely have it better on Earth than you out there. When you see this clip, I guess you'll agree." He stops to ponder something, rubbing between Catoki's ears. "I wonder how much both of us would have changed by the time you come back."

Then, with a brilliant smile, he says, much to Morisuke's eternal embarrassment, "But you know what they say- nothing's gonna change my love for you~"

"Oh my god," Morisuke groans, face burning and heart swelling, and that's when the tears he's been trying to fight against finally win out, scalding against the palms he's pressed to his eyes. God, he misses Kuroo so much, misses his dopey smile and raucous laughter, his cheesy pickup lines and his rare moments of pensiveness - God, he'll never live it down if he ever admitted it to Kuroo, but he misses Kuroo's hands, strong and solid through years of volleyball, yet fingers so gentle when interlocked with Morisuke's. He misses Kuroo's lips in the morning, slightly chapped and voice husky from sleep, misses Kuroo's warm frame against his own in the dead of night, soft breathing in his ear and sleepy murmurs of "Love you, Morisuke, goodnight" right before falling asleep, heartbeat a steady rhythm in tandem with Morisuke's own.

He wipes furiously at his tears, not really hearing what Kuroo's saying, but just watching the way that Kuroo smiles and laughs at some joke he made at himself, and Catoki huffs in displeasure and leaps off Kuroo's lap. He'll watch it again later, but for now - Morisuke fumbles for his phone, pulls up the messaging app, and never mind that it'll take three full months to reach home, because he's already pressed the Send button before he thinks twice.

---

"I have one question," Kuroo says the moment he releases Morisuke; Morisuke raises a questioning eyebrow in answer, before stepping right back into his personal space. They're still in the arrival berth, but Morisuke could care less about that. He's back on Earth with Kuroo; the world feels like it's righted itself.

"What does 'I can't wait to see you I miss you too much'? I only just got it today. Was it some hidden message? You're never that sweet over text."

He sounds genuinely curious, and wrapped up in his arms as he is right now, Morisuke's not about to begrudge him an answer.

"It means exactly what it means," he says, smiling into the fabric of Kuroo's shirt. "Come and hug me more, I've been denied of this for way too long."

"So demanding," Kuroo says, sounding a little bemused and more than a little flattered. (He indulges Morisuke all the same, which Morisuke really, really appreciates.)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A3, T

[wino]

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: spoilers (anime/manga)
Square: i don't want sunbursts or marble halls, i just want you.
Word Count: 862

bingo!

***

To say that he has never seen Oikawa cry would not be the truth—at least, not the truth in its entirety. It is true that in middle school he had more than once seen a younger, but no less talented Oikawa with his head bowed and his fists clenched at his sides after a loss, holding back tears with Iwaizumi at his side. He seemed to outgrow it with every year that passed, but Ushijima imagines that he must've shed a few of them in frustration, away from prying eyes, in the first few years of high school.

It is also true that Ushijima's triumphs have been the cause of each of those times, which means he had less of a right to see it take place.

But now they are older, with secondary education behind them, and they are no longer playing on opposing teams. This means that when they win, Ushijima can take pleasure in Oikawa's wide, genuine grins, with the knowledge that they are, in part, meant for him. He can receive and return Oikawa's tired but sated kisses without guilt, because he has earned them in full. He can keep a photograph in his wallet of Oikawa wearing his medal, wearing the same colors as Ushijima, tangible proof that they accomplished this together.

He thinks there might be nothing better than winning with Oikawa; that is, until they lose an important match and miss their chance to advance.

To say that he has never seen Oikawa cry would not be the truth, but today is the first time he sees it when he is meant to. After their loss, Oikawa smiled and laughed on behalf of the team, and though Ushijima has become more adept at reading Oikawa than he used to be, fluency is but a distant dream. He wondered, distantly, it any of it was real.

Foolish of him to even consider it. The sight in front of him, with Oikawa clutching a volleyball as he intently watches a playback of the match, is evidence to the contrary.

"Why are you in my room?" asks Ushijima, as he sheds his varsity jacket and drapes it on the back of the chair Oikawa is sitting on. Oikawa does not look away from the screen.

"I knew you'd come searching for me. Might as well make your job easier for you, hmm?"

"I appreciate your consideration," says Ushijima, frowning when Oikawa says nothing more. He notices that Oikawa is rewinding a specific moment in particular: his last toss to Ushijima. Ushijima's frown deepens.

"Oikawa."

"Mm?"

"You must rest."

"You're not my mothe—hey!"

The interjection, because Ushiima had reached out and closed the laptop lid. Oikawa turns to him, fury burning in his eyes.

"I was watching that."

"You are dwelling on the wrong thing."

"Who the hell are you to tell me that?"

"It was my mistake."

"It was my toss. I'm taking responsibility for it."

Ushijima attempts to place his hands on Oikawa's shoulders, but Oikawa swats them away. He's pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, now burning with something else, and there's no trace of laughter left in his voice.

"Honestly, the nerve of you, Ushiwaka-chan. Here I am, trying to figure out what I could've done better, and you just—"

"It's not your fault."

"Don't patronize me."

"Oikawa," says Ushijima. He kneels in front of Oikawa, fingers wrapping gently around Oikawa's wrists to lower them, and this time Oikawa lets him do it. "It's not your fault," he says again, softly.

Oikawa is taking deep breaths as if to compose himself. Ushijima wishes he would just let himself fall apart.

"It's frustrating," offers Oikawa, which is progress from insisting everything is fine, or insisting that he is the only one to blame. "I thought to myself how horrible it would be if you were right all along, about us playing together." He smiles and it is brittle, bitter. "It's so much worse to realize you were wrong."

"I wasn't wrong," says Ushijima, lifting Oikawa's knuckles to his lips.

"We could've gone to nationals. That's what you're used to, aren't you?"

Ushijima pauses to contemplate it. He shakes his head, surprising even himself when he disagrees. "What I'm used to is of no consequence. It's what I'm not used to that's more important."

Oikawa's brow furrows. "And that is?"

"Playing with you." He expects Oikawa to roll his eyes; he doesn't. Ushijima continues, "there will be other chances. There will be more trophies. There will be no lack of opportunities for you to flaunt your insignificant pride."

He makes Oikawa laugh, with that, sudden and light. Ushijima relinquishes Oikawa's hands to brush his thumbs over Oikawa's wet cheekbones instead.

"Why, Ushiwaka-chan, that's the nicest thing I've ever heard you say."

"I say a lot of nice things," says Ushijima, because he does. "You choose not to hear them. That fault is entirely yours."

Oikawa laughs again, and then he's leaning in, sighing into Ushijima's mouth. The kiss tastes of salt, and not at all like their previous victory kisses, but Ushijima finds that he likes it all the same (or maybe even more.)

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C3, G

[earlgrey_milktea]

aaa kuroko would definitely do a surprise visit like this..... you made them both cry, bless u

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, B3, M

[gnetophyta]

Ship: Kimishita Atsushi/Ooshiba Kiichi
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: Lots of swearing, mentions of aggressive sex, but none actually in it
Square: Morning after regrets
Word Count: 434

***

More here!

FILL: TEAM NIJIMURA SHUUZOU/AKASHI SEIJUUROU, B1, T

[aquaforce]

Ship: nijimura shuuzou/akashi seijuurou
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: bsd au
Square: The world is crazier than you are.
Word Count: 838

A/N: bungou stray dogs au

i don’t recognise any of these movie quotes so i’m just inserting them into aus where they would make sense… and i ended up paraphrasing some of them, sorry ;;

***

Akashi Seijuurou is no fool.

He feels the stares, hears the whispers that taper off into silence as he walks through the corridors of the Port Mafia’s headquarters as the youngest executive of the infamous organisation. The agent next to him is bored, lax, and completely reluctant in his duty to escort him to the boss’ office. (‘What a fool’, he thinks, ‘Putting on airs because of his age, when he can be easily replaced with someone else at a moment’s notice.’) He belatedly hopes that his partner for the upcoming mission is at least competent in following instructions, Akashi has seen many a mission go awry due to the soldiers under his command refusing to follow the orders of someone many years their junior. (But what is age, compared to an ability that enables one to see the future?)

Emperor Eye is a high-ranked ability that enables the user to witness the state of a place or person in the near future, held by none other than the prodigy strategist of the Port Mafia. It is the reason why many of their raids have been able to escape the police’s radar, and also what earned Akashi the title of Executive.

(He was leading a group of stranded agents in a face off against a group of smugglers when it activated for the first time, allowing him to divide their forces and pick them off one at a time, while keeping casualties and losses to a minimum. He still remembers the rush of adrenaline, of power, as he watched the well-organised ranks of the enemy fall into utter chaos, their contingency plans disabled long before they were implemented.

It was exhilarating.)

—

The briefing is short, and he leaves the room swiftly, scanning through a thin folder containing information regarding the mission and his partner.

Nijimura Shuuzou. A man with no ability whatsoever, no prestigious rank in the mafia, a mafioso who had never once spilt a single drop of blood. How ironic, that he, the youngest (deadliest) executive, known for his merciless tactics on the battlefield, and a member whose only talent seemed to be not killing people, were to be paired together on a highly classified mission. A mission where there is no room for failure, and one misstep could cost them more than just the mission.

It intrigues him, and he decides to seek the man out for himself, finding him in the training room, firing round after round into a target.

(‘Good marksmanship’, he notes, ‘Nothing like Midorima’s sure-hit shots, but impressive nonetheless.’)

“Pardon the interruption,” he begins, but stops as the man shifts to give him his full attention, “I was merely observing.”

“I think it’s admirable,” he continues, “That you were able to pull off so many successful operations without spilling a single drop of blood, yet devote yourself to consistent practice.”

Nijimura shrugs, “Well, it doesn’t hurt to practice, right?”

And something about the way the response was delivered so casually stirs something within him, a burning, burning curiosity and a desire to know, to understand.

(Nijimura Shuuzou - has two siblings, a sister and a brother. His father had long since passed on, leaving him no choice but to seek out a secondary job in order to support his siblings and a sickly mother. It takes no genius to figure out that Nijimura has never — and would never become one of the Mafia’s many cold-blooded killers.)

“Are you seeking to reform the Mafia from the inside?” he muses, “Or are you just a fool who got ensnared in the Boss’ web?”

“Neither,” is the honest, straightforward answer — a rarity, considering the numerous forked tongues in an organisation as ruthless as the Port Mafia. It catches him off-guard for a brief second, a feat many have deemed possible, let alone achieve.

“Would you think me crazy then, Nijimura-san?”

He thinks back to many a raid where his unit had sent wave after wave of gunshots towards the smugglers, causing them to panic and attempt to flee, only to be caught by a handful of conveniently-placed bombs — remotely detonated as if their escape route had been predicted long before the raid had begun. It was a classic strategy, only made possible by the power of Emperor Eye, and he felt no remorse as he regarded the limp, bloodstained corpses that lined the ground before him. (They are all men with blood on their hands, and he is no better.)

He expects an awkward response, a hastily-thrown-together lie, and is readying a sharp response, but instead, he feels a weight on his head and — is Nijimura ruffling his hair?

“Nah,” comes the instantaneous reply, “The world out there? It’s much crazier than you are.”

Now this is something he definitely was not expecting.

Nijimura Shuuzou is a man full of surprises, like a puzzle begging to be solved, and Akashi is more than happy to oblige.

“Well then, I look forward to working together with you.”

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, A3, G

[kythen]

Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: None
Other tags: None
Square: peeking behind walls (A3)
Word count: 940

And bingo!

***

Kuroo's shot hits the side of the wall as Daichi ducks for cover, rolling with the momentum before rightening himself into a crouch. His breaths come fast and short, his heart pounding in his chest from the exertion. He managed to keep his gun with him through all the previous chaos but he is running low on ammunition.

He knows that Kuroo is watching him, waiting for the moment Daichi comes out from behind the wall to fire at him and hopefully take him out for good. It has always been like that between them, captain versus captain, one-on-one. Even in a field full of people running amok, they still managed to find each other in it all. Daichi grins. Some bond they must have between them.

Daichi hears screams and yelps sound out around him, all familiar voices, and his grin turns into a grimace. He has to end this right here, right now, and taking Kuroo out was the key to it all. But he has to be smart about this or he might end up with a shot right through his chest before he even gets to point his gun in Kuroo's direction.

Daichi crouches by the side of the wall, steadying his breathing before he peeks around it. He pulls back as quick as he had come out, just as the sound of Kuroo's gun rings out around the field. He had expected that of Kuroo's reflexes and Daichi exhales sharply, leaning back against the wall.

He only had a fraction of a second to take a look at what was beyond the wall but given his prior knowledge of how the field was laid out, it had been enough to deduce where Kuroo had been hiding and taking shots at Daichi from. Even if it hadn't, the bit of spiky black hair that had been peeking out from behind the blockage across him had been a dead giveaway. Kuroo was careful about everything he did but his hair usually had a mind of its own.

Daichi only has two shots left in his gun and he ditches the packs around his waist to lighten his load. He only has one chance at this and he needs to be able to move fast. Kuroo is patient and Daichi knows that he would wait as long as it took for Daichi to make his appearance before he makes his move so it is up to Daichi to strike first.

Daichi crouches by the side of the wall, gripping his gun tight in his hand before he shows his face and then pulls back quickly, closing his eyes against the flurry of shots that hits the side of the wall. Just as Kuroo fires off the last shot, Daichi aims his gun around the wall and squeezes off a shot in the direction of Kuroo's blockage, just to buy a bit more time. Then he rounds the side of the wall and charges towards Kuroo's blockage.

He sees Kuroo's eyes go wide, his body still half-hidden by his blockage, his hands raising his gun as Daichi closes in on him at an incredible speed. Even if he shoots him now, Daichi isn't going to stop. Kuroo knows this but tries anyway, firing a shot straight into Daichi's chest.

Daichi feels the impact hit him through his protective gear and he coughs, willing his legs not to falter even as Kuroo raises his gun, aiming straight for his head. There is no going back for him now and he reaches Kuroo before he gets to make the shot, slamming straight into him with all the impact of a speeding bullet.

Kuroo goes down under him and Daichi wrestles his gun away, sitting on Kuroo to pin him down and aiming the barrel of his gun at his chest.

"Daichi, no—" Kuroo pleads and Daichi pulls the trigger.

Red paint erupts all over Kuroo's chest and he yelps at the impact, his body jerking like a dying fish under Daichi. This close to Kuroo, Daichi gets splattered with red too, leaving explosive streaks on his clothes and gear.

"Oh god," Kuroo whimpers, his hands reaching out for Daichi, "that actually hurts a lot."

"Serves you right," Daichi tells him, putting the gun down beside him. "You aimed for my butt in the previous round, didn't you?"

"It was a good target," Kuroo defends himself. "And anyway, I shot you right before you came charging at me. This totally doesn't count since you're technically dead."

Daichi lifts the gun again. "I could shoot you again. It doesn't matter how many times I shoot now because I'm 'technically dead', aren't I?"

Kuroo grabs the gun, coaxing Daichi into putting it back down before he scowls and says, "You're such a cheater. I can't believe I'm dating a big, fat cheater."

"You mean a winner."

"You're kind of technically dead, Daichi," Kuroo points out, gesturing at the big red splotch in the middle of his chest.

Daichi shrugs. "You gotta lose the battle to win the war. You're kind of a pain in the ass for everyone."

"I could be your exclusive pain in the ass." Kuroo grins at him shamelessly. "Just give me the gun and turn around again."

"Alright, you asked for it." Daichi smacks his palms against Kuroo's chest, smearing them with red paint before he reaches for Kuroo's hair.

Kuroo balks, trying to squirm his way out from under Daichi frantically. "Not the hair, Daichi! Daichi! Have mercy—"

"Will the two dead players in the middle of the field please stop flirting and move to the side. I repeat..."

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, C1, G

[lordonisyr]

Ship: Phichit Chulanont & Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuuri on Ice!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Phobia Triggering Content: Fear of heights (acrophobia)
Square: Boston
Word Count: 1,021


You had me at Boston sightseeing since I'm in Boston a lot. This comes from several visits to the Prudential Skywalk Observatory.

***

Yuuri was glad for this wall at the bottom of the panoramic windows: it created the sense of having a railing even if these windows were made of industrial strength glass. Below was fifty stories of rooftops and streets, a really long way down. He had been to the top of taller buildings, but lingering jetlag plus a raging headache enhanced this visit to the top of the Prudential Tower in a not nice way.

He pried his eyes away from the really long way down to see Phichit practically pressing his face against the glass, that huge grin still visible.

“Wow, you really can see the whole city from here!” Phichit chirped.

“Yeah it’s pretty amazing,” Yuuri responded faking a cheery tone.

Yuuri made himself look out the windows again, only this time focusing on the tall buildings that comprised the Boston skyline and the huge patch of green that he was sure was Boston Common. Yuuri tried to tune out that rap song playing in an exhibit on immigration history that was playing nonstop. By now he could recite the lyrics to this educational ditty about American immigration requirements. He had probably heard it at least five times peppered with recorded cheers from this other exhibit on Boston sports.

“Here is where we landed this morning,” he heard Phichit say. Yuuri walked a little closer and saw Phichit holding his phone out in one hand and one of those self-guided narration boxes in the other. “That speck out there is Logan International Airport, look there’s a plane coming in. Welcome to Boston, people!”

Yuuri’s grimace widened to a smile; his old friend had this adorable look of wonder. Phichit moved to another window, Yuuri could hear a faint voice from the audio box.

“And there is the TD Garden, that’s where we will be competing tomorrow,” Phichit continued. “See that big green sign by that really pretty bridge?” Phichit turned around and Yuuri could see the back of Phichit’s phone focused squarely on him. “And this is my competitor and good buddy Yuuri Katsuki. Say hi Yuuri.”

Yuuri waved and forced a smile.

“Uh, hi Phichit’s followers!” Yuuri greeted.

Phichit waved the hand holding his audio device.

“Yuuri is such a patient guy for letting me drag him around after a twelve-hour flight,” Phichit continued.

“Hey anything for you,” Yuuri replied with a thumbs up.

Thankfully Phichit turned the camera back to the windows. Yuuri subtly looked down at his watch; it was around 5:30 p.m. and they had to be two floors up at Top of the Hub for a big pre-competition reception in half an hour. Yuuri took it on himself to keep Phichit on task and on schedule. This was a good way for Phichit to see where some other Boston landmarks were located so they could do some real sightseeing after the competition, hopefully when Yuuri had more rest and more food.

“Hey Yuuri, look,” Phichit called. Yuuri walked over to him, finding it a little more comfortable to look out the window. Phichit pointed out a big neon sign for Citgo and an open building right behind it. “See that, that’s where the Red Sox play! That’s Fenway Park!”

Yuuri looked out, seeing seats, big screens, and that famous green wall.

“Wow it sure is!” Yuuri replied. “I remember when Daisuke Matsuzaka got traded to them in ’07; it was pretty big deal, my whole family was freaking out.” Yuuri looked up and looked squarely at the back of Phichit’s phone. “You taking candids or something?”

“Yup,” Phichit answered right back.

Yuuri pressed his forehead against the glass and groaned a little, he could see Phichit busy on his phone out of the corner of his eye. Phichit tapped his shoulder and Yuuri looked over, seeing a photo of himself looking out the window on Instagram.

“Wow that’s almost artistic,” Phichit snickered. “That’s a really good angle. The lighting here is perfect too”

Yuuri groaned again but found himself grinning. He took a second look at the photo, Phichit was right; Yuuri saw an almost wistful look on his face as he gazed out at one point on the Boston skyline. Of course he noticed his eyebags and every wrinkle on his jacket, but this was a good picture.

“Wow, I really like this,” Yuuri said. He took out his own phone and accessed his Instagram, doing a slight double take when he saw the photo had over three hundred likes already. He just smiled and regrammed it for his own followers.

“Make that your profile pic,” Phichit urged, lightly elbowing his arm.

“Maybe later,” Yuuri snickered. “We should be getting upstairs pretty soon.

“Yeah we should, we’ll get some better pictures too.”

“There you go! The sun will be going down by then, I’m sure it’s really pretty up here when all the lights come on.”

Phichit smiled wide and nodded, that happiness shooting right through Yuuri’s being and waking him up a little more.

“One thing first!” Phichit declared, raising his camera.

Yuuri knew exactly what he had in mind. He positioned himself by the window as Phichit hooked up his selfie stick. Phichit then squeezed beside him, Yuuri smiled wide as Phichit’s phone screen went in front of them. Phichit adjusted the stick and Yuuri got a good view of his face squished against Phichit’s with a gorgeous view of the skyline behind them.

“Say Bahhston!” Phichit urged.

A giggle snuck out of Yuuri before he composed himself.

“Bahhston!” Yuuri and Phichit said at the same time.

For a moment he prayed they hadn’t just offended some locals, but a little chuckle from someone a few feet away put him a little at ease. Yuuri saw Phichit’s finger twitch and a few frames slide to the bottom of the screen. Phichit pulled away and brought up the photo. Yuuri had to smile at how happy they looked. Phichit uploaded the photo to his account, then disconnected his selfie stick.

“We should probably get going,” Phichit said.

“Yeah probably not a bad idea,” Yuuri replied, patting him on the shoulder.

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Ushijima Wakatoshi/Tendou Satori/Oikawa Tooru OR Kuroo Tetsurou/Bokuto Koutarou/Oikawa Tooru OR Kuramochi Youichi/Kominato Ryousuke OR Isashiki Jun/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: any combination is fine too!, It's pokemon! Pokemon!

Prompt:

non-friendly rivals/grunts/other	team magma	aether paradise
team skull	team flare	team aqua
team galactic	team rocket	team plasma