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).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, A2, G

[stariceling]

Ship: Yagami Tomoe/Kuga Kyousuke
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: angst, past relationship
Square: F. Scott Fitzgerald
Word Count: 747

Halfway through this I really wanted to make this running manic happy again but looking at the last quote in the line I'm afraid it is not to be.

***


The ten seconds that separate them at the end of the time trial might as well be eternity. It’s enough time for it to finally occur to Tomoe that Kyousuke has always turned him down for a reason. Kyousuke has a destination. Tomoe only wants to run and keep running forever and Kyousuke knows that. He doesn’t want to run alongside Tomoe.

Suddenly seeing the distance between them is like hitting the end of the takeover zone and realizing there was never another person reaching for him. He can’t bring himself to push his way into someone’s life uninvited but he still wants to connect. That’s why he loves Stride even more than he loves running.

There is nothing that hurts quite like parting from someone he loves. His choice or theirs, it’s all the same hurt. As soon as Tomoe is left to his own devices he only wants to run, even if it no longer connects him to the people he loves. He’s almost grateful he doesn’t feel the same way about his new team.

He’s pretty sure it’s his fault he can’t connect anymore but after what was said he’s afraid to ask. Riku said there’s something wrong with you and Heath said you don’t need us and Kyousuke didn’t say anything, which was the most terrifying of all.

He thought he lost Heath much sooner, because Heath said never and Kyousuke said I can’t and he thought there was a difference. Now he wonders if he lost them both a long time ago, if he’s a idiot for thinking he could still reach Kyousuke, even if it’s just by his fingertips. Maybe he’s an idiot for thinking he could ever reach Kyousuke at all.

Tomoe was wrong when he thought Kyousuke was someone he could always connect with. He had thought there was something special when Kyousuke was the one to touch his hand and set him free, and he doesn’t believe anyone else will ever feel the same.

Whatever they had then, he can’t touch it again.

Maybe his perception has been off for a long time where Kyousuke is concerned. They’ve been pulling apart at least since the aftermath of Heath’s injury. At least since the day he went to clean his things out of the club room and found Kyousuke standing outside.

Kyousuke had been so calm and cool through the whole thing Tomoe was starting to find it disturbing. Tomoe never understood how he could bow his head down to accept all the blame and lie and lie and lie until when he broke down and spilled the truth into Tomoe’s ear it sounded strange.

He wasn’t calm when Tomoe found him. His hands were clenched and shaking. His head tilted back, eyes open and empty.

It would occur to Tomoe much later that Heath’s voice was audible through the open door, though he never noted the words. All he thought of in the moment was to grab Kyousuke by the wrist and pull.

Tomoe, who would say he has never truly known what another person needed, thought in that moment that Kyousuke needed to not be there.

So he pulled Kyousuke outside, pulled him to run with the wind. Kyousuke’s breathing was far too ragged for their pace but it eventually evened out, so Tomoe thought maybe everything was okay.

When they eased out of the sprint and finally slowed to a walk, Kyousuke’s hand wrapped around his, and that was definitely okay.

“Come with me,” Tomoe said, not for the first or last time. He had to go somewhere where he could run as far and as fast as he could, or he was going to go crazy. There was no convincing Heath, and Tomoe would bow to the fact that dragging him here and there would keep him from healing, but Kyousuke couldn’t run here now. Couldn’t he at least take Kyousuke with him? They could still run together.

“I don’t think there’s any team that would want me now.”

Tomoe wanted to say who cared if Kyousuke punched an upperclassman? He wanted to say Kyousuke shouldn’t have lied. All he needed to do was run and there was no one else in the world who connected to Tomoe the way he did.

“You should go if you want to. We understand.”

Kyousuke’s hand slipped out of his. If he had known then he couldn’t have that connection back again, he never would have let go.

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, A1, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: clothes that should be burned, skyping with the parents, sneaking up on the boyfriend
Square: you're literally wearing sweats and a day-old t-shirt HOW ARE YOU STILL HOT
Word Count: 685

All the Kazakh is from google translate/googling around so hope it's not the worst.

***

Yuri is kind of a slob around the apartment. It's not the biggest shock to Otabek, who had years of seeing Yuri's room in selfies and over Skype, clothing costume pieces and equipment tossed this way and that. The lack of attention he pays to dressing himself at him is slightly more of a surprise, because it's barely two weeks of living together before Yuri's dress code defaults to sweats and t-shirts, sometimes the same ones for days running, topped with a palm tree as if even a braid or bun was too much trouble.

Otabek comes home from a long meeting with Yuuri about choreography and is about to call that he's home when he hears the murmur of voices in the kitchen. He kicks off his boots as quietly as he can and slips towards the kitchen in his socks noiselessly, spying like the shamelessly creepy boyfriend that he is.

Yuri is in the kitchen alone, hair pulled up lazily so that it's falling out all over in soft pieces against his neck, sweats double-knotted and still slipping down his hips, wearing the ratty Pyeongchang 2018 T-shirt that Otabek has tried to throw out at least three times. He's wrist-deep in a heap of dough, flour halfway up his arms and smudged across his cheek. His laptop is open on the counter in front of him, facing away from Otabek, and Otabek assumes he has it open on a recipe until his mother's softly-accented Russian comes out from the speakers.

"Don't mix too much or it gets tough. Yes, that's good enough, the same as mine, see?"

"That's it?" Yuri asks, reaching for a towel to cover the bowl.

"That's it," Otabek's mother assures. "Leave it to rise one, maybe two hours, until it reaches the top. If you aren't sure, call back, all right?"

"I'll send a picture when it's done," Yuri promises. Otabek's mother makes an approving noise. And then Yuri adds, "Raxmet, xanim Altin," and the center of Otabek's chest melts into utter goo. He's crossing the room before he knows what he's doing, Yuri just hitting disconnect on the Skype call before Otabek grabs him from behind.

Yuri yelps, then growls when he sees it's just Otabek. "Beka! You gave me a heart attack, dammit!" Otabek cuts off his protests with a long kiss, arms sliding around Yuri's waist to press them close together from chest to knees.

"You're beautiful, zhanym," Otabek murmurs, the kiss migrating to Yuri's cheek, his jaw, his temple. "You're too much."

"Uh, you threatened to burn this entire outfit this morning," Yuri points out. He's standing awkwardly, hands still covered in flour and bits of dough. "It's because you heard me just now, right? If all it takes to get you all hot and bothered is a couple words of Kazakh, leggo and let me wash my hands and I can rock your world, buddy."

That's not exactly the reason, but Otabek laughs and releases Yuri with one more quick kiss, leaning against the counter to watch Yuri wash off. He lets his eyes drag down over the holes stretching up from the hem of Yuri's T-shirt, the waistband of the sweats with the elastic clearly giving out, stopping centimeters above Yuri's bruised ankles and heels sticking out.

"Hm, I know like Meniñ atim Yuriy," Yuri calls over his shoulder. Impatient, Otabek puts his hands back on Yuri's hips, leaning into him from behind and humming low encouragement against the back of Yuri's neck. "And uyge qos keldiñiz and awejayga deyin and tasbaqa."

That makes Otabek pause. "Why do you know the word for turtle?"

Yuri turns in his arms, grabs two fistfuls of his T-shirt with wet hands and kisses Otabek soundly.

"So that you aren't the one who can use stupid pet names." Yuri slips from Otabek's grip and is already through the doorway before Otabek can stop laughing long enough to follow, calling over his shoulder, "Hurry up, meniñ tasbaqa!"

(AN: the Kazakh Yuri knows is thanks Mrs. Altin, my name is Yuri, welcome home, to the airport, and of course, my turtle.)

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A2 M

[yrindor]

Mizuki is so creepy here, and I love it. He picks the approach that's pretty much certain to get Yuuta wrapped around his finger, and he doesn't look back. And once Yuuta has a taste of it, he's so desperate to stay in Mizuki's good graces that he'll go even beyond what Mizuki ordered (and in the process convince himself that he deserves to be punished just for existing).

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

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Additional Tags: self-loathing
Square: don't you dare close your eyes
Word Count: 532

***

here

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, A3, T

[winterstuck]

seriously feel free to take the prompts and run w/ it however you want~ your take is wonderful and so good, i was grinning the entire time while reading thank you so much <3 <3 <3

omgggggggg this time it's kimishita's turn to have a brain hiccup i love it~ i laughed so hard over usui's reply b/c really guys, you're both clearly not being as discreet as you think lol

it's great how kimishita's brain and thus overthinking is the reason for his brain grinding to a halt at the simple mention of 'boyfriends' and also, ooshiba bragging about their relationship that boy clearly isn't on the same wave length as you about keeping secrets kimishita

<3 <3 <3

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

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: boring Sundays
Word Count: 408

***

They make concrete plans so rarely that it always feels like a bit of a cheat when those plans get canceled, dropped by a sudden change in weather or circumstances several degrees outside of their control. But it’s never the end of the world, even if it’s disappointing for a few minutes; they always roll with it. And it’s not that they’d rather be playing basketball in the first place, but—who is Alex kidding? There’s a part of her, a part that she can recognize just as well in Masako, that holds a particular kind of love for basketball. There’s a part of her she always leaves out on the court, swishing through the hoop, tied to a block and bouncing between her legs like a dribble.

They don’t need excuse or pretense; they just do. Alex dribbles across, staying low, into Masako’s territory, trying to beat her there, but it’s futile against Masako’s iron defense, aggressive at picking off the ball and bringing it back to herself, taking it down the court and ducking away and around Alex. Alex stays high the next time down, keeping back, not driving too hard. Still, Masako pushes her back, out; Alex pushes back and closer to the arc. She takes the three-pointer anyway, a jumper above where Masako can reach to block, released at her peak. The ball clatters out of the hoop and Masako grabs the rebound. Alex swears under her breath.

Masako tries to get around her but Alex’s reach is too long; the few inches between their heights makes all the wingspan difference in the world, enough for the piece Alex grabs of the ball to send it closer to her as they both lunge forward. It ends up in Alex’s hands, though not for lack of trying on Masako’s end.

“Fuck,” Masako says, through a breath.

Alex darts forward, laughing, toward the hoop; she has enough time and uses enough energy to lengthen her stride to get right under the hoop for the easy layout. The score’s even now, and they’re just barely getting tired.

Maybe if they were another couple this would just be another boring Sunday with no plans and nothing to do. But they keep themselves occupied well, Alex thinks (and when she wins, she gets to steal a kiss from Masako at the side of the court, her hand cupping Masako’s sweaty, flushed cheek, more than just a little bonus).

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, A2, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hotel shenanigans, "the superhero"
Square: you just got out of the shower and UM
Word Count: 438

***

"Yura," Otabek hollers, leaning out the door of the hotel bathroom, "do you see my deodorant out there, it's not in my…what?"

Yuri is sprawled on his stomach across Otabek's bed, thumbs on his phone, but frozen looking up at Otabek, mouth partially open.

"What?" Otabek says again. He hadn't meant to tease, but Yuri's reaction is flattering to say the least, and Otabek feels like he should make the most of it whenever he catches Yuri somehow off-guard. It's only fair since Yuri takes his breath away without warning about twenty-seven times a day.

"Nothing!" Yuri says, defensive. He looks back down at his phone, but a second later they dart back up again. "What?!"

"I asked you what first," Otabek says patiently. Yuri's cheeks are going pink. It's hard not to laugh at him outright. "You're allowed to look, you know."

"I'm not looking!" Yuri screeches, which is even funnier because he absolutely is. Smirking, Otabek lets go of his towel. "Stop that! Get dressed!"

"I'm trying to, but I can't find my deodorant." At this point, it's all tease as Otabek strolls towards the bed, looking around. He casually strikes a pose which JJ always calls "the superhero," fists on his hips, legs slightly parted. "I just don't know where it could be."

"Bekaaaaaa," Yuri whines in defeat, dropping flat to the bed to bury his face in the comforter. Even the tips of his ears are red.

Chuckling, Otabek climbs into bed beside him and curls up along his side. Yuri groans into the bed when Otabek strokes fingers down the back of Yuri's T-shirt, feeling each bump of his spine one by one. "I like it when you look."

Yuri turns his head just enough to eye Otabek with one suspicious green eye over his elbow. "It's embarrassing."

"Why?" Otabek asks, dragging his hand back up and starting over.

"Because I see you in clingy skating shit all the time and it doesn't make me go all euuuurgh."

"That's work and this is us in a hotel room with a whole," Otabek glances over Yuri, "twenty-five minutes before Victor and Yuuri will be down here pounding on our door for dinner. And for the record, you wearing my T-shirts always makes me go all euuuurgh."

"Shut up, you do not." Yuri cuddles closer.

"I do it on the inside." Otabek leans in closer, lips against Yuri's ear. He slides his hands up the back of Yuri's shirt, his skin smooth and warm under Otabek's palms. "But I know how to solve that problem."

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, A3, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: long-distance relationship, questionable skype activities, terrible designer fashion choices
Square: that is the ugliest shirt i have ever seen but somehow you make it work
Word Count: 436

Link at the end to Yuri's absolutely horrendous shirt. I hope you enjoyed these and i'm super pleased you are using the silly DaiSuga icons I made you guys XD

***

"It's Versace," Yuri informs him, voice deep with scorn at Otabek's lack of taste.

Otabek doesn't even bother to hide the smile as he rests his chin in his hand, elbow on his desk. "Just saying the name of the label half an octavee lower doesn't make the clothing more attractive. There's fourteen patterns on that thing."

"And I rock all of them, thank you very much," Yuri sniffs, one hand on his hip. He turns in a circle as if Otabek has asked him for a 360, pausing with his back to the laptop to look over his shoulder, eyebrow raised like he's daring Otabek to say it's ugly again.

The thing is, and here's how Otabek knows he's done, in way too deep, Yuri doesn't look good in it. Not the shirt especially which is probably damaging Otabek's retinas permanently, but the jut of his hip and sharp look over his shoulder and the curve of his ass in the black skinny jeans just under the hem, the spill of his half-loose hair over his shoulder. If Otabek were there he could forgive the shirt, wouldn't care about it even an iota, because he'd already have his hands on Yuri, on his shoulders and face and waist and thighs. He'd press his mouth to Yuri's and steal all of his air until Yuri was racing to peel that monstrosity off and fling it to the ground.

And then Otabek would be safe because he's well-acquainted enough with Yuri's housekeeping habits to know that once something is on the floor, it's much more likely to be kicked under the bed than to ever make it back into the closet.

"What are you smiling about?" Yuri demands, turning to face the laptop squarely.

"The idea of you wearing that out in public," Otabek lies, just to make Yuri glare at him. He's so cute when he's annoyed, and far too easy to get him there. "Seriously, what did you pay for that thing?"

"Oh, listen to you, Mr. It's Only Money I'll Fly to Canada For the Weekend If I Want To." Yuri rolls his eyes. "For your information, it was a freebie from this morning when I, your attractive and stylish boyfriend, did an exclusive photoshoot for them." Yuri crosses his arms, smug. "What do you have to say about that, huh?"

"I'd say," Otabek leans in towards his camera just a bit, dragging his eyes down Yuri oh so slowly, "that I'd much more like to see you take that thing off."

(this is Yuri's Versace shirt by the way.)

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, C3, G

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Silly boys being very silly.
Square: I can see the end as it begins
Word Count: 436

these boys are such goobers, i hate them

***

ehh i want to go to sleep, tobio-chan!!!
	k gnite
night, love you!

The last message blinks up at Tooru accusingly. He'd been drifting to sleep just a few minutes earlier, barely managing to keep his eyes open, but now his heart is racing as he unlocks and reopens his phone. The message, unfortunately, is still there.

He knows it's over, that it's been sent - and by the little checkmark under the message, he knows that Tobio has read it. Tooru can barely swallow as he sits up straight in bed, throwing his phone onto his desk before getting to his feet and clutching his hair.

How could he have been this stupid? He's been so careful for so long, maintaining the perfect amount of distance to keep himself from feeling things. The sex had been good, and that was all Tooru had allowed himself to think, and now...

Now this.

For every second the phone doesn't vibrate with a new text notification, Tooru's hands get impossibly clammier. Tobio's seen it. It's all out in the open now, and there's nothing more terrifying than exactly that.

He doesn't want this. Even if he clearly wants Tobio, even if his heart fell at some point when he wasn't paying attention, he still doesn't want this. There's nothing good that Tooru can see coming out of a normal relationship, and so many possibilities for everything to go to shit.

His phone stays perfectly, innocently still, and he grits his teeth. Tobio's seen it. He knows that. So what's taking him so long to respond? It's rude, to leave Tooru in this limbo of uncertainty. And if Tooru's sure he doesn't want what will come with this, that he didn't mean to say it in so many words...

He grabs his phone, clicking the call button next to Tobio's icon - still that picture from so long ago, containing more of Tooru's grin and pose than Tobio's bowing posture. The phone rings for what feels like an eternity as he steps out of his apartment, locks the door behind him and heads down the stairs. Fresh air. Fresh air will clear his mind for the conversation that's about to happen, will prepare him to be as stern and unyielding as he needs to be so that this ends before it can begin.

"Hello?"

"Tobio-chan, excellent. I just wanted to say--"

"I love you too."

Tooru stops in his tracks. He watches each of his shaky exhales crystallize in the air in front of him before he repeats, "you love me."

"Yes."

"Oh."

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, A3, T

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Alcohol.
Square: He's so bad but he does it so well
Word Count: 456

bingoooo

***

“What? What makes you ask that? I don’t even like him.”

Daichi blinks as Oikawa practically lifts his nose in the air and walks back to the kitchen to get another drink, then turns back to Kageyama, who looks distinctly… flustered. All he’d done was ask how their relationship was going. He hadn’t thought it would be such a big deal.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, frowning lightly, and Kageyama just flushes harder, looking past Daichi’s shoulder and not meeting his eyes.

“It’s fine, Daichi-san. Just…” He shrugs and gestures helplessly all in one awkward movement. “Oikawa-san. You know.”

Daichi glances over his shoulder, takes in the sight of Oikawa leaning over the counter to talk to Kuroo as he pours them both a drink. “Yeah, I know Oikawa-san,” he says slowly. “That’s why I’m asking if everything is okay.”

“It’s fine. He just… he’s like that.” Kageyama looks close to combusting. He hides his face behind his cup as he takes a longer-than-necessary drink of beer. Daichi doesn’t try to prod him to speak until he’s ready. “I knew what I was getting into.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Daichi says, though he still feels undeniably doubtful about the whole thing. It’s not that he doesn’t think Kageyama to make the right decisions, and it’s not that he doesn’t like Oikawa as a person. But, well… it’s hard to think of them dating, really. Daichi’s not sure how exactly they fit together. And while it isn’t necessary for him to know all the details, he does want to know that Kageyama is happy, at the very least.

Daichi is interrupted from his thoughts by Kageyama pushing his cup into his chest. “I’m sure,” he says, with a confidence he’s seemingly pulled out of thin air. He waits for Daichi to take his cup before pushing through the crowd, and Daichi frowns, eyes following him.

It doesn’t take him long to see where Kageyama ends up - across from Oikawa, in a small group of people who’ve started dancing to the music playing from one of their phones. Even from across the room, Daichi can see how brightly Oikawa smiles when he sees Kageyama, how tightly he loops an arm around his waist and pulls him in close. It’s completely at odds with what Oikawa had said before - but that was Daichi’s fault, probably, for assuming that what Oikawa said would ever match what Oikawa did.

Daichi sighs, then finishes off Kageyama’s drink. He still definitely doesn’t get it. But as long as the two of them know what they’re doing, he’s fine not getting involved. Especially now that their dancing is taking a turn that Daichi isn’t drunk enough to witness yet.

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, C1, T

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Bokuto/Kuroo/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Implied sexual content.
Square: longing
Word Count: 590

***

Tetsurou thinks of himself as a simple guy, really.

At the very least, he makes things simple for himself. There’s no sense in overcomplicating the things that life might throw at you, after all. So he tries to go with the flow, forgoes worrying too much about situations and consequences in favor of living life in the moment.

This is one of the few times he’s felt he might have screwed up, just a little.

Living with Oikawa and Koutarou had made sense at the time. He was going to be visiting their city for an article he was writing, and they were already there for a training camp, so crashing at their place was the logical choice, rather than shelling out money for a hotel.

Tetsurou hadn’t thought his crush would’ve been that big of a deal.

He’d had a crush on Koutarou all throughout high school, which he would’ve realized at the time if he’d been in the habit of actually thinking about his feelings. As it was, he hadn’t realized it until his best friend had excitedly announced that he had a boyfriend.

Oikawa Tooru. Tetsurou was pretty sure that no human could avoid developing some kind of crush on him, no matter how small. He was annoyingly charming, charmingly annoying, and good-looking to boot. Plus, his vast knowledge of the most random trivia could rival Tetsurou’s.

If they weren’t bad enough on their own, together, they’d been a nightmare. Over the past week, Tetsurou had endured horrors ranging from their lack of belief in wearing shirts after they showered, to the unfortunate sounds he’d heard in bed at night, no matter how much the walls muffled them.

Tetsurou sighs, slumping even further into the couch cushions as Oikawa bustles around in the kitchen making tea. He’s beginning to regret the idea of staying here for another couple weeks. As much as he adores Koutarou, and as much as he loves getting to know Oikawa better, he’s not sure if his heart can take much more of this.

“I’m home, babe!” Koutarou announces loudly as he slams through the door, bags of groceries slung over his arms and a bright smile on his face.

“Welcome back,” Tetsurou says with a grin, at the exact time that Oikawa pops his head out of the kitchen and says the same thing.

There’s a moment of silence, an awkward beat when Koutarou looks between the two of them and Tetsurou can feel his neck and ears heating up, turning an alarming shade of red.

It wouldn’t have been awkward, if it was just Koutarou and him. It hadn’t been awkward for all of high school and college. But now, Kuroo’s pretty sure he wants the earth to swallow him whole, because babe isn’t solely his word anymore, and that hurts so much more than he would’ve ever expected.

Somehow, Oikawa saves them all, flitting over to wrap his arms around Koutarou’s neck and press a kiss to his lips. Tetsurou looks away.

“You’re just in time, Kou-kun. Wanna help me with the tea?” And just like that, the tension simmers low again as Oikawa pulls Koutarou into the kitchen behind him. In a minute or so, the kettle will go off and they’ll pour tea and bring it out, and Tetsurou will grin at them and they’ll watch shitty TV, or play a board game, or plan an outing for the night.

And until that moment when he has to pack all his emotions neatly away, Tetsurou lets himself pine.

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, B1, T

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Bokuto/Kuroo/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.
Square: greed
Word Count: 654

***

Oikawa Tooru likes Kuroo Tetsurou.

It’s not much of a secret. Of course, not that many people know - just Koutarou and Hajime - but now that he’s admitted it to himself, it doesn’t feel like a secret at all. Tooru likes Kuroo, and the fact has only been confirmed with this visit. Tooru likes the way Kuroo stumbles into the kitchen in the morning, likes how competitive he gets when they’re watching game shows together, likes his bright smile and messy hair and stupid horse laugh.

Most of all, Tooru likes spending time with him, and there’d been no shortage of that lately. Tonight, they'd started the evening sitting up on the couch, a blanket spread over the three of them and a popcorn bowl sitting in Tooru's lap. But as the movie goes on and the bowl is emptied, Tooru finds himself leaning against Koutarou's shoulder drowsily, one hand sliding into Kuroo's hair as he sprawls across his side.

Some explosion happens on-screen out of nowhere, and Tooru can feel Koutarou tense by his side for a second. Kuroo shifts to look up at him with a wry smile, and Tooru's heart pounds as he smiles back. This, this, this is what he wants. This is what he doesn't want to let go of.

He doesn't quite know if he's allowed to have this, but the moment's too perfect to let something like that stop him. Tooru smoothes Kuroo's hair away from his forehead and leans in to kiss him, and for one beautiful moment, Kuroo kisses back.

Then Kuroo jerks away, falling off the couch and dragging the blanket with him in his haste to back off. The three of them stare at each other for a few seconds as the movie drones on in the background. Then, out of nowhere, Kuroo says, "sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

"Why are you apologizing?" Tooru demands, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV.

“I-- you two are--” Kuroo gestures between the two of them, eyes wide, and Koutarou cuts in loudly.

“Not fair!” he whines, and Tooru doesn’t miss the way Kuroo physically flinches at that, ducking his head. His head jerks back up just as quickly when Koutarou continues, “I told you I wanted to kiss him first, Tooru.”

“Yeah, well, it just- felt right, Kou-kun," Tooru responds, though it definitely doesn't feel right now. Maybe this was an idiotic idea. Maybe he should've just let it go, despite talking it through with Koutarou. Maybe Kuroo didn't even like him back.

"You... you meant to?"

Kuroo's still on the floor, brows knit in confusion, and Tooru sighs, slipping off the couch to kneel in front of him.

"Yeah, I meant to," he says quietly, and instead of leaning in for a kiss or a hug, he just reaches for Kuroo's hand. It's easier to stare down at their intertwined fingers instead of looking him in the eyes when he speaks. "You're a nerd and you're hopelessly hot. Why wouldn't I be into you?"

When he chances a glance back up at Kuroo's face, he's shaken a little by the look of wonder he finds there. After a few moments, Kuroo looks to Koutarou. "And- you want to too?"

"Didn't you hear what Tooru said? Of course I do!" Koutarou reaches his arms out, and watching Kuroo lean in for a kiss is like seeing something years in the making finally come to its natural resolution.

He'd been worried about this part, when he'd talked it over with Koutarou before. But now, more than the slight twinge of jealousy he feels to see his boyfriend kiss someone else, he's overcome with overwhelming satisfaction, at having brought all of this together into being.

Yeah, Tooru likes Koutarou. And Tooru likes Kuroo. More than anything, Tooru feels incredibly lucky that he gets to have both of them like this.

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, A1, G

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Bokuto/Kuroo/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.
Square: laziness
Word Count: 425

***

It’s almost two in the afternoon, and Koutarou is barely awake.

He’s definitely not asleep. But with the excitement of the last couple nights, plus the insane workout he’d done this morning with his boyfriends, he’s pretty worn out.

The thought sends a delighted squirm through his body. Boyfriends. Plural. It’s a nice thought. Nice to finally use the word that he’d been careful to keep away from ever since Tooru had brought up his feelings for Tetsurou and made Koutarou confront his own.

“Oho? Still in bed, I see.” Koutarou doesn’t have to look to know that it’s Tetsurou standing in the doorway. Which is good, because this pillow is frankly way too comfortable to raise his head.

“Yeah. Join me.” Koutarou spreads his arms wide against the bed. It takes a couple seconds, but then he hears the soft sound of Tetsurou coming closer. He’s not light when he falls onto the bed half on top of Koutarou, but that’s no bother. He just takes the opportunity to wrap one arm around him and bury his face in Tetsurou’s unruly hair.

“Mmm.” Tetsurou settles in his arms carefully. Too carefully. The way he shifts against Koutarou, it’s like he’s nervous just being here, despite all the years they’ve spent in close proximity like this. Koutarou’s mind is a little too fuzzy to think of the right thing to say, but luckily, Tetsurou speaks first. After swallowing, he says hesitantly, “I was… thinking. About us. And…”

“Nope!” Koutarou says loudly, and he can literally feel Tetsurou tense against them.

The room is silent except for the whir of the ceiling fan. Then Tetsurou speaks again. “Nope?”

“I don’t wanna talk about us right now. I want to be us. We can talk later.” Koutarou twists his neck a little to try to look down at Tetsurou. His movements must give him away, because Tetsurou looks up at him, scrubbing a hand through his hair so that he can properly make eye contact.

“What, you’re not going to let me overthink this and make things overly difficult for myself?” Tetsurou asks, smiling as he speaks, and Koutarou leans in to kiss that smile.

“No way,” he affirms with a grin before kissing him again. And again. And again.

It’s comfortable, being here with Tetsurou. Koutarou sees no point in moving in the slightest. That is, until Tooru comes home and he has to make room for a second pair of lips to kiss and a second warm body to snuggle up close to.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[psiten]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Echizen Ryoma
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: TeniPuri has too much music. I mean, just enough music.

Prompt:

As the world slips into twilight, I walk alone again today	If I reach the footsteps I've been chasing for 99 leagues	Midsummer Meganes
A moron running so high, he misses a step ain't got no excuse	I look up at a star that seems about to fall	I decided in my heart that I couldn't hesitate
Not a single person has noticed	On the road home, I found a shooting star	When was it that people started calling us that?

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A1, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: skipped lunch
Word Count: 442

***

Alex wakes up to find Masako still asleep, sprawled out next to her with her hair lying fanned out on the pillow. Her hand is curled around the edge of Alex’s tank top, her face relaxed and pretty fucking gorgeous. Alex hasn’t really gotten a good look at her since she’d gotten in, only everything clicking in her mind before she’d rushed into a hug at the airport, her hands finding their way to rest at the small of Masako’s back, warm through even her suit jacket (Masako flying in a suit is one of the most endearing things about her, if Alex has to choose—but then that’s more than half of her characteristics and quirks, if Alex is choosing, so maybe it doesn’t mean as much). The shitty airport lighting is designed to make people look washed out; the car’s not much better and the lights of her apartment at night aren’t all that forgiving themselves.

But now, here, the light’s streaming through both windows (Alex has never been more glad she's got a corner bedroom, southeast light at its best and softest) and Masako almost glows. Her skin’s toned from outdoor basketball, morning training on the track with the kids, her mouth a rosy pink. Her eyelashes cast miniature shadows on her cheek, small and jagged and fine but very much there. The shape of her cheekbones is clear, the slope of her nose. She is so beautiful; her forehead creases and her mouth puckers when Alex tells her but it’s the absolute truth. It’s not the only thing Alex likes about her, and it never has been (basketball was on there first and foremost), but that doesn’t make it not worth noting, not worth staring.

It’s noon before Masako wakes up, and Alex is more than a little hungry. Masako says she is, too, but she doesn’t make a move to get out of bed, lazier than Alex has ever seen her, and Alex wants to spoil her like a pet cat given a bit more leeway than usual. She leans over to kiss Masako, inhaling her gross breath and lacing their fingers together.

“Get me some coffee,” Masako demands, pushing her off. “Sex after that”

“Am I that easy to read?” says Alex.

“Yeah,” says Masako. “But look at you.”

Alex looks down; she’s wearing more than usual for a morning in bed (like, the tank top, hanging forward from her frame, loose on her stomach and hips). There’s nothing particularly sexy about it, not to her, but she’ll have to file that away under useful information for the next time they’re together. Or tomorrow night, whichever.

[psiten]

For the record, this and ALL of my Sudden Death TeniPuri Prompts will be feature the first lines of music released by the Prince of Tennis cast. 450 songs (which is nowhere near all of them) if I manage to get through my whole list. Prince of Tennis is an actual pop idol factory masquerading as an anime.

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

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Additional Tags: dom!Kuroko
Square: phonesex
Word Count: 849

***

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

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: Aladdin
Word Count: 1967

i hecking love aladdin and this got Out Of Control(TM) but i totally wanted to do the whole movie as an au for them but managed to exert some small level of control and stop myself from going that far haha also, pls consider jun as genie bc i've been laughing ever since i thought of that idea


***



kuramochi feels like he's always been running. from his past. from the law.

on point one: he doesn't know much about where he came from or how he's gotten here besides that he doesn't have parents. he never knew his father, and his mother died years ago, leaving him alone and to fend for himself.

which, he's gotten pretty good at, by the way. he may have to steal food to survive another day, but he can outsmart (and outrun) every guard sent after him, so let's call him adept at survival and life on the streets.

he may be good at living this life, but that's never changed that he's wanted to escape everything he is, the life he's trapped in. he wants more, has always wanted more. friends. a real home. something better than the little bit he's got.

once, but just once, he thought maybe, maybe he could have that.

it's the only time he hasn't felt like he was running from something, and hilariously enough, he'd been physically running that time.

except someone's hand had been in his. kazuya's hand--



("you don't look like you've been here before," kuramochi finally says, laughing a little as he and kazuya sit down together. they'd met in the marketplace earlier that day, escaped together after they'd been caught stealing. they stuck together after that, and kuramochi brought kazuya to what he calls home every night.

"oh? i wasn't aware you had to have a certain look to fit in here."

"nah, you don't. i just mean you must be new here. i'm sure i'd recognize you otherwise."

"maybe i've been right under your nose the whole time," kazuya mutters, looking away from the palace--beautiful, completely visible from kuramochi's makeshift bedroom window. "and you never were looking."

"it's a small world down here." same old, same old every single day. "i'm sure we would have crossed paths at least once by now."

kazuya laughs a little at his lap, before he looks at kuramochi again. "maybe you're right. i'm sure i'd recognize an ugly face like yours. how would i forget?"

"hey!" kuramochi nudges his shoulder. "this ugly face saved your ass from getting arrested down at the marketplace earlier. you should be thanking me! or do you have such a twisted personality that you'd take my help and hospitality without even considering a thank you."

he shrugs. "i'll be out of your hair soon enough, so don't worry about having to deal with that."

he wonders where kazuya will go.

"nah, don't worry about it. the company's nice. i'm usually alone."

wonders if they can go there together.

eijun makes an offended screech from somewhere next to him, and kuramochi shoves him away. kazuya laughs at the exchange before him.

"where are you from?" kuramochi finally asks.

"doesn't matter." kazuya shrugs. "i ran away and i'm not going back."

kuramochi sighs. he wishes he could do that too. escape here. escape this life. go anywhere else. see the whole world beyond this tiny little piece of it he's grown accustomed to.

he turns, looking out the window at the palace behind them. "what d'you think it's like there?" he nudges kazuya's shoulder. "must be nice. nothing to worry about."

"i don't think it's so simple."

kuramochi shrugs. maybe it's not, but it has to be better than here. a huge upgrade from where he's at now. "i wouldn't mind finding out. it's gotta be better than this."

"yeah, if you want to have people telling you what to do and how to act. if you don't want a choice in anything you do and you feel--"

"... trapped," kuramochi finishes, slowly.

"trapped..." kazuya repeats, trailing off. they look at each other for a moment, smile. maybe, they don't have to feel that way at all. maybe--

"there!" a guard shouts, interrupting the moment between them as he storms inside, followed by others.

they jump up at the same time, ready to move immediately. except... except there's nowhere to go. unless....

"do you trust me?" kuramochi asks, hurried, as he jumps up onto the windowsill, sticks out a hand for kazuya to take if he chooses to. not like--

"not like i have much of a choice." but despite the words, kazuya's grin is wicked, like he's unafraid of being caught, of what they're running from. it's got to be the best look kuramochi's ever seen on anyone. he might be a little smitten, but that's a story for another day.

kazuya takes his hand and they jump.)


--


maybe it could have been more than just that... if they hadn't gotten caught, if kazuya wasn't out of kuramochi's league a million times over. if there wasn't such a strong line between the lives they lead.

it could never work out. not in the way they are. not when he finds out after they get caught that kazuya's a prince--royalty, someone kuramochi's not allowed to touch, let alone hope to be by his side.

kazuya never even gets kuramochi's name before they're separated. they don't even deserve that simple thing in their current states of being, apparently.

so kuramochi fixes that. uses a wish from the genie of the lamp he'd found in that cave he'd been sent to--tricked into going to.

he makes himself a prince. hopes that it will be enough to narrow the gap between them. to allow them to meet once again and not immediately have it end in disaster.

except... it doesn't work like he'd thought.

and now kuramochi's running from the truth, too. standing before kazuya who wants nothing to do with him as he is now. trying to make something work.

but kazuya doesn't forget their encounter--that meeting that brought them together--so easily, it seems. because after they bicker a bit and kuramochi makes a fool of himself nervously following jun's advice as he buzzes in his ear, something seems to click.

kazuya looks at him like he recognizes him.

"do i know you from somewhere?"

shit. kuramochi scrambles for an answer despite the panic at being found out that overtakes all of his thoughts. "no!" then, calmer, slower. "i mean, why would you?"

kazuya's silent for a moment, watching him curiously, carefully. and for a moment, kuramochi thinks it's all over. he learned in their initial meeting that kazuya's smart. really smart. if anyone would piece together the truth it'd be--

"you're right. i'm sure i'd remember an ugly face like yours."

"and i'd remember an ugly personality like yours, too," kuramochi fires back, immediately regretting it because 1) if this is his way of trying to get kazuya to trust him, he probably won't get very far with insults and 2) kazuya might actually piece things together this time if they fall back so easily into how they'd spoken to each other that day they'd first met.

kazuya's silent for a moment, looking kuramochi over quickly, but then looks away. like he's remembering something. like he's hoping for something.

"you're staring at me," kuramochi finally says.

"you..." kazuya shakes his head. "never mind. there's no way..."

and kuramochi wishes he could give him what he's looking for--the truth--but right now he doesn't know if he can do that. not when he doesn't know what kind of outcome to expect.

kazuya starts again, recovering from the slip from before. "you're the only one of any suitors who's said something like that to my face... it's usually just rumors or complaints to my father where they say things like that."

"maybe they should be more honest." that's rich, coming from kuramochi because he's living an elaborate lie and running from the truth at this very moment.

"what? like you?"

"sure." he grins, more easily now, as he brushes off the unsettled feeling lying so much gives him. "i can be honest."

he snorts, like he can't believe that. "you're just like the rest of them. here for the same thing."

kazuya doesn't seem amused. or interested at all, really. after all this, he wants nothing to do with kuramochi. and that's not surprising at all--kuramochi'd listened to him say down in the marketplace that he felt trapped, forced into something he doesn't want. he should've known better than to go about anything this way. but at the moment it felt like the only way when the law and their completely different lifestyles would never allow them anything more than the brief chance meeting they'd gotten.

"i'm not stupid," kazuya continues, an answer to kuramochi's silence. "so don't come in here and act like you're any different. i won't marry you or any of the other idiots who've tried, so goodnight, prince kuramochi. i don't know how you got up here, but don't trip over the balcony on your way out."

kazuya turns away. so that's that...

"you're right," kuramochi finally mutters, turning away, ready to run rather than look at kazuya's back as he walks inside again. another failure. another set of mistakes. what was he thinking ever trying this in the first place? "it's no one's choice but your own. sorry for bothering you. i'll go."

and kuramochi jumps down from the ledge of the balcony, with every intention of going like kazuya'd asked him to.

except kazuya's voice draws him back again. "wait!"

"what? is something wrong?" he asks, coming back, looking at kazuya, confused by the sudden outburst.

"you're...? how are you doing that?"

"doing what?"

"clearly, you're as dumb as you look. maybe you're such an airhead that you're able to float instead of fall like any normal person would."

"am not!" kuramochi shows kazuya how he's staying in the air, though, with the carpet. he forgot kazuya didn't know about it. "it's a magic carpet."

"so it's not the lack of brains in your head? disappointing."

"funny." but he has an idea, then, says it before he can think it over. "wanna go for a ride? get out of the palace for a bit? see the world?"

just the prospect of it--seeing the world--is exciting. kuramochi's sure they've both never been out of this city before. have been here forever. but now they have a chance to run away. to feel less trapped.

kazuya's silent, like he's thinking it over, studying kuramochi curiously. then, he says, "you're not going to try and push me off? or kidnap me, are you?"

despite the accusation, there's a smile threatening to break onto kazuya's lips. mirth in his eyes. and for a moment, kuramochi thinks he could look at them forever. knows that he wants to know this look more intimately than he's been allowed until now. hopes this isn't just a one time thing.

because he really doesn't want to give this up.

"yeah. because i plot murder and commit kidnappings every day."

"i knew i was right about the type of person you are. no surprises here."

"really." kuramochi tries to sound dismissive of kazuya's words, but he's sure his smile gives him away. "nothing's stopping us."

"nothing's stopping us," kazuya repeats.

kuramochi holds out his hand for kazuya to take. "do you trust me?"

there's something in kazuya's eyes--recognition, like the gears in his brain are turning and he's pieced this all together. but if he has, he doesn't say so. just reaches for kuramochi's hand, takes it. "when you put it like that... not like i have much of a choice."

"don't let me twist your arm." kuramochi laughs when he sees kazuya's smile, so similar to that day in the marketplace. he doesn't think he'll ever get enough of it... if he's allowed to see more of it. he pulls kazuya onto the carpet with him, pressed close to his side in the small space, kazuya holding onto him as they take off.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[psiten]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Sanada Gen'ichirou
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.

Prompt:

Winning and losing aren't all there is	When nobody's in the arena yet	No matter what time it is, don't worry, be happy
There's an undeniable distance and I still can't get close	Hey lady! I wanna eat Okinawa soba!	Even when I'm swept away by a crowd
The walls of a shattered sky	Dear Prince, I'm coming to see you	With a smash that runs the bright blue sky

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

[chiharu]

Ship: imaizumi shunsuke / naruko shoukichi
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: ygo au, what's the difference between imaizumi and kaiba anyway
Square: your mother plays card games in hell
Word count: 602


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Naruko and Imaizumi's relationship doesn't improve even after Duelist Kingdom. If, Naruko thinks, it can even be called a relationship. Onoda may be kind enough to forgive Imaizumi for his bouts of insanity and willingness to throw everything away for a card game, but Naruko would like to consider himself more sane. Sure, he's not disgustingly rich or the head of a tech empire like Moneybags, but Naruko considers himself a good friend who has his pals' back.

Friendship, unfortunately, is not enough to get him a qualifying spot in Battle City. This is ridiculous, because Naruko is just as good as Onoda at duel monsters! Well, Naruko amends, he may be almost as good as the winner of Duelist Kingdom. Onoda, at least, has the gracefulness not to rub his King of Games title over everyone else.

"Just ask Imaizumi-kun!" Kanzaki suggests again. "He's the creator of Battle City. He has the power to grant you entry."

Naruko rolls his eyes so hard they almost fall out of his head. "Sorry, Kanzaki-chan. There's no talking to that guy!"

Onoda looks up from organizing his deck. It's lunch time, and Imaizumi is skipping school again. Not that anyone in class misses him after his multi-channel announcement last night. "Imaizumi-kun isn't so bad, Naruko-kun."

"He's the worst," Naruko says instead.

The actual worst, Naruko thinks, had been going to the nearest tournament shop with Onoda and getting his duel disk request rejected.

This is why Naruko steps in front of Imaizumi’s limo the next morning and nearly gets run over. "Do you want to die?" Imaizumi asks when he emerges from the backseat, the tail of his blue trench coat flowing behind him like a benevolent shadow. He tugs Naruko up by one arm while the driver steps out.

"Imaizumi-sama, shall I call for an ambulance?"

Naruko subjects himself to a halfhearted pat down by Imaizumi while gritting his teeth. Other students are starting to stare as they enter the school gates, and Naruko is glad he decided to come early today to avoid fussing from Kanzaki and Onoda. "I'm fine! I just want to talk to Hotshot here!"

"Then talk," Imaizumi says.

Naruko tries to square his shoulders. "I want in on Batte City."

"The participant list has already been decided," Imaizumi replies stiffly. Having deemed this conversation unnecessary, he heads for the gates and yelps when Naruko grabs the end of his coat. "What?" He hisses, trying to bat Naruko's hand off his expensive ass clothes.

"GET ME ON THAT LIST!" Naruko yells as he tries to jump on Imaizumi's back. He ends up with his arms looped around Imaizumi's shoulder. "PLEASE?!"

Imaizumi pauses for a moment from swatting at Naruko. "Why? You're just a third rate duelist with a fourth rate deck."

"Cut the act! You know I'm good! Tell the truth for once in your damn life, Hotshot!"

As if deliberating Naruko's offer, Imaizumi stops struggling. "Fine! Now get off me!"

Naruko takes a moment to let go. He watches as Imaizumi stumbles out of his grasp, Imaizumi's face uncharacteristically red as he turns around to glare at Naruko. "What? A little roughhousing got you out of breath, Hotshot?"

"Shut up! I'll inform the regional organizer. You can pick up your duel disk by the end of the day. Now leave me alone." Then Imaizumi is off, disappearing into the courtyard with the other students.

Huh, Naruko thinks. If he'd known it was this easy to convince Imaizumi, he would've wrestled him into submission forever ago. "Whatever," Naruko says to no one in particular. "Battle City, here I come!"

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, A1, G

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Ushijima/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.
Square: I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Word Count: 538

full disclosure, i 100% intended for this to be a 9-part blackout story but unfortunately i only managed to get through the first bingo :') i'll write the rest of it Some Day ;;;;

***

Wakatoshi was surprised he'd gotten through this much of the night unscathed.

Coronations were not traditionally joyous occasions. Despite the lavish parties thrown throughout the kingdom of Miyagi, and the ball hosted by the newly-crowned ruler themself, these social encounters were more about making contacts than actual partying. For the new ruler, it was a chance to be advised - or challenged, depending on how happy the other clan royalty were about who'd been chosen for the throne.

So when Oikawa Tooru, prince of Aoba Johsai, threw open the doors, it was exactly the sort of dramatic entrance Wakatoshi had been expecting. Prince Oikawa strode into the ballroom with a stormy look on his face, making a beeline for Wakatoshi as soon as he spotted him.

"What the hell do you mean by this?" he snarled, adding on a, "your Majesty," when Wakatoshi's guards bristled next to him.

"I'm afraid I don't understand, your Highness," Wakatoshi said slowly, frowning at the prince. He wasn't sure what he could've done to offend the other man - but then, Wakatoshi usually wasn't aware when he'd upset people in the first place.

Prince Oikawa's lips curled in disgust. "You offered me a position on your council. I don't know what you're trying, but it won't work. Aoba Johsai won't stand for such an insult."

Maybe it was too late in the night. Wakatoshi was certainly low on energy at this late hour. In any case, no matter how many times his mind parsed the words, he still didn't understand what had gone wrong. "How is being offered a council position insulting, Prince Oikawa?"

"Don't pretend as though you meant to do it." The prince scoffed, and Wakatoshi stared at him for a couple seconds. Realization seemed to strike him, and the scowl fell from his face, to be quickly replaced by confusion. "You... meant to?"

"I would appreciate your contributions. That is why I invited you." Wakatoshi raised an eyebrow. "Of course, if you would rather not accept the position..."

"I'll accept it!" Prince Oikawa said hastily, drawing himself up and lifting his chin, as if he could look down on Wakatoshi despite their obvious height difference. "Of course I will. I’m not an idiot."

"Of course," Wakatoshi echoed. "If that is your choice, I'm glad to hear it. Feel free to partake in some refreshments as long as you're here."

The prince snorted at that, seeming to regain some of his composure. "Even if I'm agreeing to be on your council, that doesn't mean we're friends, your Majesty. I'd sooner spend a week in your dungeons than stay here any longer." His eyes swept dismissively over the festivities, then landed back on Wakatoshi's face. "Congratulations." Even Wakatoshi could tell the word was dripping with sarcasm.

With that, the prince turned on his heels and headed for the doors, exiting the room as abruptly as he'd come. Wakatoshi was barely aware of his guards asking if he was alright, nodding away their concerns without paying them much mind. He hadn't anticipated... that. Whatever that was.

For what wouldn't be the last time, Wakatoshi wondered if placing Oikawa Tooru on his council was more trouble than it was going to be worth.

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

[chiharu]

Ship: imaizumi shunsuke / naruko shoukichi
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Square: it looks like the rules (puts on a pair of sunglasses) just got screwed! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Word count: 408


***


"We shouldn't be here," Imaizumi says for the nth time as Naruko carelessly ducks under the chain fence separating the hiking trail from the rocky overlook facing the sea. "There's a sign."

"Forget the sign!" Naruko yells back as he stumbles over a rock and nearly gives Imaizumi a heart attack. Thankfully, he catches his footing and slowly treads over to the overlook. There are smudges of dirt smeared across his knees as Naruko climbs onto the largest rock. "Fuck the police, Hotshot! No one is here! Come take a look at this view!"

Imaizumi sighs. He knew they shouldn't have interrupted their leisurely ride with this "super super short" hike, as told by Naruko. Imaizumi has such a hard time saying no to Naruko these days. "If I die, my ghost is going to haunt you."

Naruko just grins as Imaizumi climbs over the chain. He’s practically bouncing on the heels of his feet, the red spandex of his bike shorts flexing against his thighs and making Imaizumi’s eyes linger there. "You’re already haunting me, Hotshot! That's what dating is all about!"

"That is not-" Imaizumi starts to say. His thoughts trail off at the first sight of the waves crashing against the cliff. Up here, the water is fantastically cerulean and clear. Imaizumi can see the coral reefs not far from shore, framed by the vehicle path he'd taken with Naruko to get here. "Wow."

Naruko hums in satisfaction as he links his fingers through Imaizumi's. "Come closer to me," he demands with a small tug and grins when Imaizumi complies.

"I'm close enough," Imaizumi says as he watches his footing. Naruko's hand is clammy from the ride and the subsequent hike, but Imaizumi can't find it in himself to let go. The breeze from the shore feels good against his skin. "This is nice."

"Of course it is! Gimme your phone! I want to snap a picture!"

Imaizumi hadn't meant the view, but he hands over his phone regardless. Surprisingly enough, Naruko doesn't let go of Imaizumi and attempts to wrangle the lock screen with his one free hand. "Don't drop it," Imaizumi says slowly.

"Have some faith, Hotshot! I take good care of my things!" Naruko blows his cheeks up like a goldfish.

This time, Imaizumi had meant his phone. Yet he smiles as Naruko maneuvers them into a selfie and thinks the same applies for his heart.

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, B1, G

[avioletqueen]

Ship: Ushijima/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.
Square: I don't wanna dance if I'm not dancing with you
Word Count: 701

***

The first year of being a council member hadn’t been as bad as Tooru was expecting. It had been rough at the start, of course. He hadn’t liked Ushijima then - and no matter what people seemed to think, he still didn’t like Ushijima now. But he’d been surprisingly open to Tooru’s ideas, and had even implemented some of them. Tooru had thought his status on the council would be an opportunity for Ushijima to lord over him, had been prepared to fight tooth and nail to even be heard. instead, he’d risen to prominience in no time at all, and people had begun to see him as King Ushijima’s right-hand man. In short, a lot more about their king’s personality had become… palatable, over the course of the last year.

There was, of course, still room for improvement. “You could stand to look a little more excited, your Majesty,” Tooru said in a low voice, nudging Ushijima in the ribs. Ushijima straightened in his chair, as if looking awake and alert was what the situation required.

“I am excited,” he said, with his typical monotone expression. “It is the first anniversary of my reign. We’re throwing a party. I’m very excited.”

Tooru clicked his tongue and waved one hand in a flippant gesture. “I wasn’t saying you were or you weren’t. I don’t really care. But you should look like it. Or at least try.”

Ushijima nodded, and Tooru sat back, watching the proceedings. It took a couple minutes for him to realize that Ushijima was still looking at him expectantly. “What?”

“How exactly would you suggest…?”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Tooru rolled his eyes, then got to his feet, reaching a hand out to Ushijima. There was something slightly gratifying in how quickly the other man took his hand and rose as well. “Come on. Dance with me.”

“Um-- what?” But it was too late for Ushijima to be alarmed. Tooru was already pulling him onto the dance floor, as the musicians wound down one piece and prepared to start another.

“Pull yourself together, your Majesty. It’s a waltz. I know you have to be able to handle that.” Tooru pulled Ushijima into the starting pose, leading him into the flow of the dance with the other pairs already there. Thankfully, Ushijima followed his lead quickly enough.

“I was taught the waltz. You aren’t wrong. It’s been quite a long time since I’ve danced, however,” he admitted, and the minute shifting of his tone suggested that he might have been a little sheepish about that.

“That’s where you’re going wrong,” Tooru said freely. A year ago, he would’ve bitten his tongue - or, more realistically, added on a ‘your Majesty’ to keep up a pretense of civility. Now, they’d been in each other’s company long enough for Ushijima to know that all of Tooru’s advice came from a deep, hidden well of generosity, no matter how impolite his words might seem when spoken. “You’re not a bad leader. I think people like you as a King. But you need to lighten up if you want people to see you as kind, or likable, or whatever it is you might be going for.”

“Approachable, I think.” Ushijima corrected, his face set as he considered what Tooru had said. They moved around the dance circle one full time before Ushijima spoke again. “It seems I still have a lot to learn.”

“Oh, yes. There’s so very, very much,” Tooru teased, easing up on his toes so he could twirl Ushijima under his arm. “You’re lucky that you have me to help you out. I don’t know what you’d do otherwise.”

“I must admit, I too believe I would be at a loss.” The song ended and Ushijima smiled down at him, a veritable rarity in the encyclopedia of his expressions. Tooru could feel something in his stomach flip at his unexpected agreement.

Smugness, probably, he told himself. He was clearly indispensable to the king. There was something to feel smug about there. And it was a neat explanation for the feeling bubbling underneath his skin that he didn’t want to examine too closely. Not quite yet.

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

[chiharu]

Ship: imaizumi shunsuke / naruko shoukichi
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: genderswap
Square: i can't believe what i'm seeing! a giant rock! it's a rock and it's giant!
Word count: 471


***


Imaizumi has never considered herself a particularly smart shopper, for she spent most of her childhood wearing clothes her mother picked from expensive catalogues. Even after getting to an age where her peers began shopping for themselves, Imaizumi had preferred wearing her school uniform and cycling jerseys. She never cooked, much less shopped for ingredients. Most of the things in the apartment she shared with Naruko had been hand-me-downs from Naruko or gifts from Imaizumi's parents.

So really, Imaizumi hadn't given it much thought when she spotted a red necklace in the window front of a store after meeting Onoda for lunch. The shine of the jewel was dazzling enough that Imaizumi had slapped down her credit card without paying attention to the price tag. She kept the necklace in the back of her drawers, for even she wasn't sentimental enough to gift Naruko something out of the blue.

Naruko, however, had other plans.

"What's this?" Naruko asks a week later. She's holding Imaizumi's black spandex shorts in one hand and the gift bag from the jewelry store in the other. Naruko doesn't wait for Imaizumi to respond before taking out the necklace box.

Imaizumi looks away from her book and frowns. "Stop stealing my clothes. They don't fit you."

"But I don't want to do laundry!" Naruko huffs, her hair tied back into the messy ponytail she preferred to wear on runs. "And answer the question! What this?! You don't even like jewelry!"

"It's, um, for you." Imaizumi sets her book aside on the bed. "I thought you'd like it."

Naruko's jaw drops after opening the box. "Holy shit," she says. "This is a huge rock!"

"It's a diamond," Imaizumi corrects, now feeling embarrassed. "A red diamond, actually. I thought you'd like it."

Naruko snaps the lid of the box shut and drops Imaizumi’s shorts. "What's going on? Are you proposing to me? Are we getting married?"

"W-what? No." Imaizumi pauses. "I just thought you'd like it. It suits you. I can return it if you don't-" She stops talking when Naruko throws herself at Imaizumi.

"I want it!" Naruko declares against a mouthful of Imaizumi's hair. "It's red and pretty and flashy, li-"

"Like you, I know," Imaizumi says with a smile. How could she not know, after years spent racing Naruko on that hot red Pinarello, Naruko's laughter echoing in the air and filling every empty space in Imaizumi's life with something bright and warm. These days, Naruko prefers to go to the salon, yet Imaizumi still remembers the countless summer days she spent helping Naruko dye her hair.

"I'm gonna get you something equally snazzy!"

"Please don't," Imaizumi laughs.

"Whatever!" Naruko huffs. "It's gonna be great anyways. Anticipate it, kakaka!"

"I always do," Imaizumi says with 50% fondness and 50% exasperation.

“Now help me put this on!”

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

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: bra hook
Word Count: 567

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