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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-11 06:56 pm
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Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe



Tic-Tac-Toe


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.

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.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [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.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


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

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


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

For prompts: 5 points 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!
beltenebra: (Otabek Davai)

FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, C1, T

[personal profile] beltenebra 2017-06-24 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Plisetsky's potty mouth (swearing), caffeine abuse
Square: Coffee Coffee BuzzBuzzBuzz
Word Count: 474

I meant to say in my previous fill how much I love this card. I LOVE this card. <3

***

They had only been apart for three days, but it felt like ages to Yuri. Instead of having some down time between Worlds and their first expo tour like Yuri and Stupid Victor and Other Yuuri and everyone else Otabek had jetted back to Almaty for a week to coach a youth skating camp. It was disgustingly wholesome. Exactly the kind of thing that meant Otabek could fuck off to train in St. Petersburg and still be beloved in Kazakhstan. Completely ridiculous.

He was only five minutes past the time he expected Otabek to arrive at the hotel. He spotted his boyfriend across the lobby standing next to his luggage, holding a giant coffee cup and… swaying in place? The hell?!

Yuri marched up and grabbed him by the shoulder to examine him more closely, “Are you ok?”

Otabek blinked once slowly, “Yura, hey.” He sounded exhausted but he was tense under Yuri’s hands. “I had like five cups of coffee between Almaty and here. But I’m awake.” He sounded very proud of himself.

Yuri fought the urge to slap his head down into his hand. “And what, exactly, is in that very large cup?”

“A quad latte, I think. Could be a flat white but it’s Very strong. Victor gave it to me.”

Yuri narrowed his eyes, whipping around to spot the familiar flash of silver hair across the room. He stormed over as angrily as he could while gently tugging Otabek along with him.

“VICTOR! What did you do?!”

“Oh man, you’re in trouble. He just used only your actual name,” Yuuri added gleefully, and completely unhelpfully.

Victor’s eyes were wide and innocent, “He didn’t tell me that he was coming off a red eye while already jet lagged from another three time zones over! I was just trying to be nice!”

Yuri clearly wasn’t buying it, glaring his iciest glare while doing his best to steer Otabek away from walking into one of the lovely marble pillars in the lobby.

“Yuri,” Otabek nuzzled into his shoulder, “I think if I have another shot of espresso I can see time.”

“Ugh, you are useless.” He meant to sound angry but it ended up more on the side of exasperated affection. Otabek smiled fuzzily up at him.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. We are putting you straight to bed. You will sleep this evening and through the full night. I will make sure we have food on hand whenever you’re hungry. The Hero of Kazakhstan, honestly. Can’t even take care of yourself.”

Otabek hummed in agreement and let Yuri march him towards the elevators. Yuuri would make sure the hotel people took care of the bags. When they were safely in the elevator Yuri leaned down to kiss his ridiculous boyfriend. “And I’m hiding the hotel room coffee maker.”
Edited 2017-06-24 20:57 (UTC)
starrwinter: (Default)

Fill: team kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya, C2, M

[personal profile] starrwinter 2017-06-24 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kominato Haruichi/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major tags: Sexual Content
Other tags: BDSM
Square: C2
Word count: 415

So couldn't resist...

***

Link
Edited 2017-06-24 21:05 (UTC)
chameleonskin: (Default)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [B1], [G]

[personal profile] chameleonskin 2017-06-24 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fukutomi Juichi/Arakita Yasutomo (tiny Ibitani Ryou/Machimiya Eikichi)
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: I can't those two seriously
Square: ice skates
Word Count: None


I'm sorry this is VERY last minute-ish but those prompts were so nice I wanted to do something even very hasty;;;

***


luckycricket33: (Default)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, C3, G

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-06-24 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ayase Eli/Sonoda Umi
Fandom: Love Live
Major Tags: mild anime spoilers
Other Tags: iambic pentameter
Square: Selected Poems
Word Count: 512

poems referenced are "mad girl's love song" by sylvia plath, that "shall i compare thee to a summer's day" sonnet by shakespeare, and "the love song of j. alfred prufrock" by t. s. eliot, which i picked because they were famous and these lines were iambic pentameter
my tags are for this fill only and do not reflect any content of the above referenced poems, i am tired, and there are two hours left in this BR

***

I think i made you up inside my head

At age sixteen, Umi Sonoda goes through a crisis. It's very hard, she thinks, and very unfair, to expect her to call Eli-senpai by name. A challenge, targeted at her, monumentally more burdensome than what the others have to bear. How can you just be on first-name terms with a model citizen? An ideal?

Umi knows the point is to bring her senpai down off a pedestal. But maybe she doesn't want to.
Maybe she's in love with a version of Eli that doesn't exist, and she doesn't want to learn the truth, just yet.

And therein lies the crisis.

Umi is being a bit unfair, herself.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Nothing Eli does in the succeeding months breaks the pedestal. It gets worse. Let Umi count the ways:

Her looks were stunning, up close. People remarked on Eli's blonde hair a lot, or her long legs, but Umi's heart stopped for those eyes. They were a pale blue like ice, like you'd see on a white tiger, and the way the black of her pupils stood out against them made Umi feel like Eli could see the increased pace of her heart behind her sternum. It occurs to Umi that she might be mistaking a biological fear response for infatuation, but they were practically the same thing.

Eli's conduct, too, was fearsome. She took them all to task over choreography, flawlessly disciplined in her own execution. Umi was a little ashamed of herself, for the way she thought she was getting along, patching their dance moves together for them. She thought she was okay at it, really something praiseworthy, but- Eli was serious. Umi's arms prickled like when thunderclouds were near, thinking about it. She wanted to be serious too.

Probably the most baffling bit of it is that Eli is nice to her. Umi drinks it up like a desert plant. Which is to say: it's so much, too much for her, that she might wilt and drown.

To wonder do I dare and do I dare

Umi is aware it's not her place, to do anything about this. She's blessed enough to have a reason to see senpai multiple times a week.

She doesn't even know what she'd want out of... it. Were she to... what. Confess? Like a crime. In the back of her head, Umi thinks she really just wants Eli to take the reigns and show her a proper time. An intense, appropriately passionate romance, one that hits all the checkpoints (birthdays, festivals, Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's) that Umi thought she'd never get to have.

It seems like an unreasonable imposition to both burden Eli with her feelings and require her to put in the effort of leading Umi through a satisfying relationship, though. This isn't Maria-sama ga Miteru where an onee-sama takes Umi under her wing and it plays out pure and beautiful, instead of short skirts and sore muscles and lozenges and sweat.

Besides, Umi is not presumptuous.

So she does nothing.
mousapelli: (SASO Team YuraBeka)

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

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-06-24 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: NSFW, slightly rough sex, hair pulling
Square: Haircut
Word Count: 549

somehow all three of these turned into just smut haha, oops.

***

"No, Otabek said without even looking up from his ereader.
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B1, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-24 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: lipstick smears
Word Count: 412

***

Masako wears dark lipstick, bright against her mouth and pale winter skin, sometimes almost the shade of blood. She doesn’t do it often, but often enough when Alex is home (sometimes she applies it just as Alex walks in the door, smooth lines over the outlines and the fillings of her lips, top and then bottom, before she caps the lipstick and puts it back; Alex always watches, always a little bit transfixed). She always says she hates lipstick stains, smeared everywhere; she looks at a cigarette with a pink ridged ring around it in the gutter and frowns, moves away from a coffee napkin or a cup with a big smack mark on it.

She sure as hell loves to leave her lipstick smeared all over Alex, though (not that Alex has any complaints). She’ll kiss Alex’s mouth, let Alex take some for her own, leaving gosted marks all over Masako's chin, on her collar (and Masako will stay up late to take it off and leave the fabric white and unblemished all over again, as if nothing had ever happened). She kisses Alex’s neck, her collarbone, just below the neckline of her shirt, her stomach, her legs (always easy access when Alex takes off her work pants, not specifically for this purpose but working just as well). There’s a ring of purple-red around Masako’s mouth, sloppy and swollen; she looks like she’s just been kissing a hell of a lot and she knows it and God, does this make Alex want to kiss her again, sit in her lap even though she barely fits and press their bodies together.

“Easy,” Masako whispers in Alex’s ear, leaving a smear against her lobe, her temple, her forehead.

Alex has never been great at following directions, but she tries, climbing off and settling herself on the other side of the couch, peering over her glasses at Masako’s face, dishevelled bangs, the lipstick marks in patterns on her skin. Maybe seeing Alex like this does something for Masako, but the opposite is true, too. Alex leans back on the heels of her hands and whistles, and Masako smiles.

There is lipstick smeared on her teeth, probably from Alex’s mouth or maybe from biting her own lips; it’s dumb and cute as hell and Alex is done following orders for right now.

“Take me to bed,” she says, leaning forward so her head’s in Masako’s lap.

“Take yourself; you’re too damn heavy,” says Masako.
beltenebra: (YuraBeka art icon)

FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, C2, T

[personal profile] beltenebra 2017-06-24 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Plisetsky's potty mouth (swearing), makeouts, non-diet approved food
Square: Brownie Batter
Word Count: 448

<3

***

It had been a terrible day for no particular reason. His favorite jogging route was blocked off for some kind of stupid street festival, he had broken a lace first thing and had to re-lace his entire left skate before getting on the ice, and he had tripped going into a triple loop and his knee was covered with what was promising to be a spectacular bruise.

A fucking triple?! Ugh.

And to top it all off Otabek stayed later to work on the cannonball spin he’d just decided to add to his short program so Yuri had to come home to an empty apartment. He really should be taking a hot bath or something. They had a nice enough bathtub but very few things lived up to the hot springs in Japan. He’d have to bitch at Yuuri about spoiling him forever next time they talked.

The bath could wait, he needed something more illicit. Something he definitely shouldn’t be having.

He was halfway through when he heard the front door open and close. Otabek toed off his shoes and changed into cozy house clothes before finally coming into the kitchen. He stretched up a bit to kiss Yuri’s cheek and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Are you-”

“Yes.”

“-making brownies,” Otabek finished with a chuckle.

“Absofuckinglutely, I am making brownies,” Yuri replied with finality.

Otabek leaned a hip against the counter and smiled indulgently, “I’m sure those aren’t on either of our approved nutrition plans.

“I assure you, I really don’t care. I’m totally prepared to make a whole pan, eat one and chuck the rest if I have to. That’s how badly I need a brownie right now.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” Otabek upped the ante on being unhelpful by running a hand through Yuri’s hair. “Though you’re going to have save two. If there are brownies I want one.”

It did feel pretty amazing though, he supposed he’d let it slide. “And people wonder why I love you.”

“I thought they just looked at pictures of my amazing abs. It’s pretty obvious,” Otabek deadpanned.

“False. We all have amazing abs.”

By the time Yuri finished the batter and got the pan truth into he was starting to feel better. He turned to his boyfriend with a small smile. “Forty-five minutes until diet wrecking deliciousness.”

Otabek gave him a wicked smirk, his dark eyes full of wicked promises, “If only we could find something to do for the next forty-five minutes.”

Yuri had a hand fisted in Otabek’s shirt collar and was pulling him in for a hot, wet kiss practically before he could finish his sentence.

Fuck yeah. Almost as good as brownies.
mousapelli: (SASO Team YuraBeka)

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

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-06-24 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: NSFW, sports injury, semi-public sex, slightly rough sex
Square: punching a wall
Word Count: 838

To be real I'm sure these two aren't doing anything the Ice Castle Hasetsu hasn't seen before from Victuuri, but, yeah.

***

Otabek is having one of those practices where he can't land a thing, but he won't give it up either.
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Re: FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, C1, T

[personal profile] psiten 2017-06-24 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes, Otabek incapacitated by coffee <3 I'm so glad. This was a beautiful route to take!!! Yura better take good care of him ;)
moetushie: Beaton cartoon - a sexy revolution. (Default)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, A3, T

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-06-24 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kiyoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko No Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: futurefic
Square: A3, date someone u want to annoy forever
Word Count: 516

BINGO

***

here’s a list of all the ways u annoy me. That was the text Teppei woke up to on Saturday. The first point didn’t come until he had brushed his teeth and shaved. ur incredibly fake. Teppei hummed as he got ready for his run. u don’t make enough money. He came back and showered. u keep your mouth open when you chew. Breakfast was pretty simple, just coffee (he’d picked up the habit of coffee in the mornings from America) and last night’s dinner. you don’t put out enough.

Teppei sighed and flipped open his phone and called Hanamiya. “Do you want do something tonight?”

“No way,” Hanamiya said. “Didn’t you read my list?”

“What list?”

*

Teppei had met Hanamiya again after college, just standing in line for a movie. Hanamiya had cut his hair (his eyebrows were essentially unchanged, although a little more streamlined), and looked like he spent most of his days in a suit of some kind. He was with someone, a pretty young woman who looked like she badly wanted to leave.

“Hanamiya-kun!” Teppei said cheerfully, “Fancy meeting you here! How are you? How’s life?”

The look Hanamiya gave him was pure venom, quickly plastered over with an incredibly fake smile. “Kiyoshi! You’re back in Japan, I see. How’s the leg?”

“You know those old people with an titanium hip? Well, I have a titanium ankle, all thanks to you.”

“Oh you. You always know how to make a person feel special,” Hanamiya said, his foot edging carefully towards Teppei’s. Teppei smiled and stepped back.

“Your date seems to have run away,” Teppei said. “Do you want to see the movie together?”

Hanamiya made a show of looking around for the girl who was no longer there. “Oh, damn,” he said, his voice flat. “My mother will be disappointed to hear this.”

They watched the movie and had, surprisingly, a good time. After the movie, Teppei insisted taking him out for dinner, for old time’s sake.

“Are you sure,” Hanamiya said doubtfully. “This is a pretty expensive part of town, and you're a peasant …”

“Don’t worry about it,” Teppei said breezily, going into a fancy-looking restaurant. “If I come up short, you’re still loaded, aren’t you?”

They didn’t have a reservation, of course, but Teppei charmed the host enough that they were quickly conducted to an empty table next to the kitchen.

“So, Hanamiya-kun,” Teppei said over wine, hand rest on his face. “Are you still pretty evil?”

“Evil takes a lot of energy,” Hanamiya admitted. “But I guess so. I do work in finance. Are you still a bum?”

“My grandparents left me quite a lot of property after they died. I had no idea, but some of it is worth a lot. But essentially, yes.”

After dinner, Teppei asked him if he wanted to do this again. Hanamiya gestured for him to bend down, which he obligingly did. “I still fucking hate your guts,” Hanamiya whispered in his ear.

Teppei grinned. “You’re the only person in the world I really hate.”

“Let’s do this again,” Hanamiya said with an unpleasant grin.

*

And they did.
tripsh: (Default)

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] tripsh 2017-06-24 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
!!!!!! sorry for not replying to this sooner but i Love this!! i love the spin you took on this square and it was such a nice read! and super cute too ahh

i love kuramochi noticing what's wrong with miyuki and trying to fix it :') and then sharing a bed. the end is so soft too i loved it! thanks so much for this fill!! i love your krmys they're always a joy to read! <3
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Re: FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, C2, T

[personal profile] psiten 2017-06-24 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Second bite's as good as the first, just like brownies! :D
mousapelli: (SASO Team YuraBeka)

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

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-06-24 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: NSFW, first time switching
Square: blinking
Word Count: 416

***

Yuri was trying so hard to keep his eyes open, to see everything about the first time Otabek let Yuri talk him into switching, but it was basically impossible.
Edited 2017-07-08 12:59 (UTC)
pugglemuggle: googly haru from tsuritama (Default)

FILL: Team Daisuga

[personal profile] pugglemuggle 2017-06-24 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yuri/Otabek
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: implied death i guess? I mean, zombies
Square: A1: warm bodies!au
Word Count: 550

i love warm bodies aus…. I couldnt resist

***

“Hey, asshole,” Yuri said. He’d been trapped in this plane for a few hours now, and this weird corpse guy hadn’t let him go or eaten him. Yuri was really starting to hope for one or the other. At this point, he wasn’t really too picky. The waiting was killing him. “What do you want?”

The dark-haired corpse looked up at him but said nothing. Typical. He’d been doing that ever since he captured Yuri at the abandoned hospital.

“Why aren’t you eating me?” Yuri tried next. When the corpse just kept staring, he mimed eating his arm. “You know, chomp chomp?”

The corpse shook his head immediately. “Not… eat…” he mumbled, turning away. He went back to going through what looked like a record collection.

Okay. Weird.

Yuri had never heard of a corpse choosing not to eat someone. Back at the camp, most of their training surrounding corpses taught them that corpses were mindless flesh-eating monsters with no humanity left. Most of what Yuri had seen so far didn’t really disprove that at all, except…. Well, except this dickbag.

If Yuri hadn't known better, he might have even thought this guy was human. His skin had a sickly pale undertone, and his clothes were ragged, but his eyes were focused, intent. Yuri thought he might have been sort of hot before he was corpse-ified. That undercut looked pretty good on him.

"Well, if you're not eating me, why can't I go?" Yuri asked. "You're not saving me as a snack or something, are you?"

"Not..." The corpse squinted, like he was trying to do a really difficult math problem in his head. "Safe..."

The irony of being trapped in a plane by a corpse who was telling him that he wasn't "safe" was not lost on Yuri.

"Right," he muttered. "Because I gotta be careful to avoid the undead. It's definitely a lot safer in here, where I'm trapped with one."

The corpse's frown deepened, but he made no comment.

After several more minutes of rummage through the piles and piles of junk scattered around the plane, the corpse came back with a tin of canned soup. He held it out to Yuri.

"...Hungry...?"

The truth was that Yuri was fucking starving, but he wasn't about to admit that to his captor. "A little hungry..." he said. He snatched the can quickly, took his knife out of his pocket, and pried open the lid. God, it had been ages since he'd had canned soup; the base ran out of its canned food supply years ago. Even cold, it was fucking amazing.

The corpse narrowed his eyes again, seeming to be thinking. "...Yuri," he said.

Yuri froze.

"...Yes, that's my name," he said carefully. How the fuck did he know that? Yuri wanted to ask, but he was more or less convinced he didn't want to know the answer. "Do you have one?"

The corpse looked confused.

"A name. Do you have a name?"

The silence stretched on so long that Yuri was sure the corpse hadn't understood the question. He was about to go back to eating his soup when he spoke.

"Bek..." the corpse said. "Bek... a."

"Your name is Beka?"

He nodded.

"Beka..." Yuri laughed. "You're one of a kind, Beka."

This was going to be more interesting than he'd expected.
luckycricket33: (M&M)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, A1, G

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-06-24 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Daidoji Mao/Mori Nene
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: Pokemon AU
Word Count: None

Pichu used Helping Hand! Pichu is ready to help out!
Nidorina used Double Kick!

***

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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B3, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-24 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: tangled hair
Word Count: 469

***

Masako’s hair is longer, but Alex’s tangles more easily, uneven layers all caught up in each other, snarled into knots that only worsen with the humidity in Akita.

“Maybe I should just chop it all off,” Alex says, staring straight out the window.

Masako’s not sure if she’s serious; she’s not sure she’s ever seen a picture of Alex with short hair (shorter, yes, the atrocious hairstyle she’d had in her college and pro years, yes, and she ridicules Alex with no holds barred). And she doesn’t mind when Alex sweeps her hair up above her neck, the few strands that haven’t yet grown long enough hanging loose at her hairline.

“Do you want to?” Masako says.

“I don’t know,” Alex says, groaning and flopping back against the couch. “I just want my hair to be not tangled right now.”

“There are less passive-aggressive ways of asking me to brush your hair, you know,” says Masako.

Alex looks at her, suddenly wide-eyed. “You’d do that?”

Masako holds out her hand, and Alex forks over the brush, wriggling closer to Masako and hanging her head over.

Her hair’s not in too bad a state right now, one section snarled up through to the scalp but the rest look relatively tangle-free. She runs her hands through, gently pulling at the few little knots she finds, sticking the strands of hair that come out on the table.

“Let me know if it hurts.”

“You’re good so far,” says Alex.

Masako runs the brush through the untangled sections; it goes smooth though Alex’s hair is frizzing out at the bottom the way it always does after she brushes it, a side effect that only goes away after dunking her head in the shower. It looks kind of cute all puffy around her shoulders like that, but Masako knows Alex doesn’t agree. She lets herself look for a while, the sun slanted through the living room blinds and catching Alex’s hair and turning it a darker, almost-orange color.

“Masako?”

“Sorry.”

She works on the big piece with her fingers first, pulling apart subsections guiding strands of hair into their approximate spaces, watching as a few split ends come undone and flutter to the floor (dramatic or not, Alex definitely needs a haircut soon). She works up from the bottom; it’s tedious (and sometimes Alex yelps; it’s always going to hurt a little bit and Masako’s no hairstylist) but steady; the tangle grows thinner, shorter, less of a clump, until finally Masako runs the brush through it, and finally it hits no snags on the whole way down.

“Thanks,” Alex says, reaching up to push her hair down against her scalp, and then she turns to give Masako a kiss.

“My fee’s two,” says Masako, and Alex grins into her lips.
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Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, C2, T

[personal profile] alphahelix 2017-06-24 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The atmosphere you created feels so vivid and I really enjoyed Akashi and Mayuzumi's dynamic here! This fill is so lovely, thank you so much!!!!
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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, A1, G

[personal profile] nullsleep 2017-06-24 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: phone calls
Word Count: none

sorry for edit, I keep messing up the headers lol...

***

midosaka phone calls
Edited 2017-06-24 21:32 (UTC)
beltenebra: (Team YuraBeka Bel)

FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, C3, T

[personal profile] beltenebra 2017-06-24 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Plisetsky's potty mouth (swearing), makeouts, fancy dessert
Square: Bourbon Brown Butter
Word Count: 440

This was so much fun and by far my fastest fill trio of the round. <3<3<3 Thanks for the great prompts! :D

***

Yuri loved winning. He loved everything about it - the chill of the ice flying under his blades, the roar of the crowd cheering because he’s fucking amazing, the thrill of defying gravity for six minutes, the weight of the medal on his chest.

He’s sure he must have done something to celebrate each success before he and Otabek got together but it couldn’t possibly be as awesome as their tradition now.

“Yura~,” Otabek sing-songed, snapping his fingers trying to get his attention. “Where were you just now?”

Yuri smiled up from where he was splayed out on their hotel room bed. “Just thinking about how great winning is.”

Otabek chuckled, “Oh, is that all.”

“Specifically,” Yuri clarified, “how great it is to be skating with you. And winning. Both of us winning. Because we are awesome.”

“It can not possibly be denied that we are awesome,” Otabek agreed, leaning down to claim Yuri’s mouth in a brief, hot kiss. “After all, we have these shiny round things to prove it.”

“Stop being cute, Yuri griped, not quite able to keep the grin off his face.

“Now, Yura. I was trying to ask you a very serious and important question.”

“What,” Yuri whined, it couldn’t be as important as more kissing.

“What do you want for dessert?”

Oh yeah! That was kind of important. After every competition where they both competed and won they celebrated with the most rich, indulgent, decadent dessert they could find. Yuri grabbed the menu Otabek was dangling above his head and scanned it. Brownie sundae - boring, cheesecake? Nah, heavy and rich but not exactly what he wanted. Fruit cup?! Fuck that sideways. Ah, there it was.

“Milk chocolate genoise layered with praline mousse, topped with bourbon spiked caramelized bananas and spiced beurre noisette gelato.”

“That’s the one,” Otabek agreed instantly, rolling over to the phone to call for room service.

“And cocktails? Or champagne or something. Whatever the hell goes with all of that gorgeous sugar,” he added imperiously. Otabek smirked back at him over his shoulder.

An hour later the dishes and glasses were stacked on the room service cart and Yuri was enjoying the after effects of his well-earned sugar high. He was currently chasing the last taste of caramel in Otabek’s kiss, both their lips still slightly chilled from the final bites of gelato. Otabek moved suddenly, rolling them to press the length of Yuri’s body down into the cushiony mattress. Yuri wrapped his arms around Otabek’s neck, pulling him down to kiss. He was one hundred percent ready for a follow up dessert of an entirely different kind.
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FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, C1, T

[personal profile] soveryaverageme 2017-06-24 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Daichi Sawamura & Oikawa Tooru & Moniwa Kaname & Ushijima Wakatoshi & Kuroo Tetsurou & Bokuto Koutarou & Terushima Yuuji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Liminal Spaces, Abandoned Houses,
Square: BTS - Blood Sweat and Tears
Word Count: 684

I really should have gone to bed... like hours ago, but I really wanted to try to crank out this BTS prompt before the round ended. Has the person who put the other Blood Sweat & Tears prompt, I very much appreciated this! I also realized how difficult it is to write a fic based on the MV, so I kind of copped out at the end. Everyone in the ship tag is in the fic, but some of them just... don't get mentioned (they also all sort of have corresponding members of BTS). Also yes, the train scene at the end is a reference to the Spring Day MV (... because I could).

***

It was one of those rare weekends where all the captains managed to get together. A weekend in which their homework was done, practice was canceled, and the stars somehow perfectly aligned to bring them together.

They were exploring some small town that was in between Sendai and Tokyo, no one wanting to have to pay for a train ticket the entire distance between the two.

After grabbing lunch at a ramen place, they just decided to wander the streets of the town and see what they could find, since none of them had anything better to do.

The town was small – only one main street, with several blocks of surrounding housing, and then countryside for as far as the eye could see. The train station only housed two platforms only accommodating trains to and from the town.

Kuroo and Bokuto had run up ahead, dragging Terushima with them, and the three of them were screaming about something at the end of the block.

When the rest of them had finally caught up with them, they found themselves outside elaborate wrought iron gates, fencing in a dilapidated house. The house had long been abandoned – wooden shutters nailed over the windows, overgrown bushes in the front yard, and a layer of grime covering… everything.

Bokuto pushed on the gate, and it slowly gave way under his strength with a groan and creak. He looked back at the rest of the group with a wicked look in his eyes. Daichi groaned, knowing that this wouldn’t end well, but carefully followed them through the gate. The seven of them slowly made their way to the front steps, Ushijima stopping, when something in the front yard caught his eye.

This time it was Kuroo who was brave enough to push the front door open and lead the way into the foyer. They were all surprised to see that the interior of the house did not match the exterior at all.

The ceiling looked impossibly tall. Marble walls and columns lined the entry way. It was otherworldly in its elegance. Bokuto walked further into the house, Ushijima riding past him on a bicycle he had found while scavenging the front yard.

The door ominously closed behind them, but none of them noticed as they came to an open room that made them all gasp, before speechlessness settled over all of them.

It was almost like a museum – but they were all sure that nothing else like it existed anywhere in the world. Ornate statues were perfectly placed around the room, while paintings that they’d only seen in textbooks were hung on the walls. There were hallways, with intricate arched doorways leading out of the room.

They spread out throughout the room, inspecting the art pieces. Oikawa walked over to more closely examine one of the paintings on the wall. “Guys? I think that this might have been a bad idea.”

When he turned around, everyone else was gone.
_

The next thing any of them remembered was waking up on the train back home. Terushima was sitting by himself in the corner, with the rest of the captains seated nearby. For some, unfathomable reason Kuroo was sitting on top of one of the tables.

“What in the world just happened?” Daichi asked, “I remember being in that weird house and then just… nothing.”

They were all silent for a moment, before they all burst out talking at once:

“I remember sitting in some strange fountain.”

“I think had wings?”

“I was floating. I swear I was floating!”

“I was playing the piano. Or an organ?”

“I was speaking English?”
 
They fell silent and looked at each other, astonishment in their gazes. They all vowed to never speak of what happened. Whatever was, involved powers that were much greater than a bunch of high school volleyball captains.
 
They never returned to that town again. If any of them had remembered to check, they would have found that there is no train station in that town.
 
In fact, according to every known map, there was no town at all.
luckycricket33: (green iinchou)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, B2, G

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-06-24 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Daidoji Mao/Mori Nene
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: legend of Zelda AU
Word Count:None

Wind Waker!

***

psiten: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] psiten 2017-06-24 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fuji Syuusuke & or / Kikumaru Eiji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.

Prompt:
I see a small world beyond the classroom window Heading towards a new season with both hope and courage There's only one thing that matters
The fragments of words that passed between us The scent of the rain Striving so hard to bring the light, I'd even bust down heaven's walls
It's not like that, so we're fine, right? Running free and easy like a beast set loose Tempted by the gentle breeze and the warm sunlight through the trees

luckycricket33: (bikecurious)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, C3, G

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2017-06-24 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Daidoji Mao/Mori Nene
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Square: Fire Emblem AU
Word Count:None

Mao is a lance knight and Nene is... well i was gonna make her a cleric but i remembered her track record with laundry and made her a maid

here's a link to all three fills on tumblr

***

marks: just don't piss him off (happy yamaguchi (hq))

Fill: team otabek altin/yuri plisetsky, B1, T

[personal profile] marks 2017-06-24 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yamaguchi Tadashi/Kageyama Tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: None
Other tags: Minor plant-related bondage?
Square: devil's snare
Word count: 754

Getting saucy in the greenhouses.

***

Kageyama kept glancing at Yamaguchi like he was going to start complaining any second.

"I'm not Tsukki," he reminded him. "And you're doing great."

Herbology was Yamaguchi's best subject, so he didn't mind tutoring Kageyama for this. He wasn't able to pull off complicated magic just by staring at the problem for a bit, like Tsukishima, and he didn't show giant, shocking bursts of amazing talent, like Hinata, but something about the gentle patience needed to coax a living thing into doing what he wanted really appealed to him.

Kageyama dug into the dirt, frowning as the Devil’s Snare wound around both his wrists. It was just doing what it was supposed to, but Yamaguchi guessed Kageyama didn't like what Devil’s Snare did very much. Kageyama tugged hard and frowned hard when the plant squeezed him harder.

"Too bad it's not the full moon!" Yamaguchi joked. "That plant wouldn't stand a chance."

"I hate the full moon," Kageyama said.

Yamaguchi bit his lip. "I know, I was just - look, Devil’s Snare’s easy," he said, changing the subject. "Watch."

He stood up and moved closer to Kageyama, standing behind him and hovering just behind his back. Everything felt strangely stuffy, all of a sudden, the dark and damp the night plants needed suffocating as Yamaguchi’s breath started to come faster.

Kageyama was tense everywhere, barely moving, barely even breathing, which was exactly what Devil's Snare liked. If he kept this up, Yamaguchi knew another tendril would join the other two in no time with its sights on Kageyama’s throat. "Can I?" Yamaguchi asked, his hands just above the restraints on Kageyama's wrists. Kageyama gave a short nod.

Yamaguchi put his hands over Kageyama’s wrists and started to rub right over the pulse points there. He didn't know if it was relaxing him, but he did start breathing again. "The trick with Devil’s Snare is relaxation. Deep breathing, thinking about your happy place, meditation, whatever."

Kageyama grunted. "I'm not good at any of that."

Sure enough, the rest of the Snare was starting to unearth itself, a tangled mass that even looked threatening to Yamaguchi, and he knew exactly how to deal with it.

He rubbed Kageyama’s wrists again, and wondered if he was overstepping some boundary. Tsukishima and he had talked about this a lot, about involving the others, now that they both knew they were in agreement on it, but as far as Yamaguchi knew, neither of them had gotten beyond talking to each other. "Well, when do you feel most relaxed?" Yamaguchi asked.

"When I'm playing," said Kageyama.

Of course. Yamaguchi could picture it right away, the control and focus Kageyama showed in the air when he was playing Keeper. "Okay, then close your eyes and picture yourself during a match. Gryffindor is up by a lot, and Nishinoya and Watari are diving. If you can direct Hinata to blast a goal past Oikawa, it won't matter if Slytherin catches the Snitch."

Nothing about the situation calmed Yamaguchi down, that wasn't why he loved Quidditch. But he also wasn't a natural in the air like Kageyama. It felt unfair that he'd been bitten as a kid because he should be able to turn into a bird and fly like Hinata could. Yamaguchi kept talking about flying, winning, his mouth moving closer and closer to the side of Kageyama’s neck as he spoke, and sure enough, Kageyama began to relax and the Devil’s Snare started to retreat.

"There, you did it," Yamaguchi said, pleased. He started to pull away.

"You didn't," Kageyama interrupted.

Yamaguchi’s breath stuttered. "What?"

Kageyama tilted his head, further exposing his throat. "Do it," he said, "unless Tsukishima will be pissed off."

"He won't," Yamaguchi said immediately.

"Didn't think so," Kageyama grunted, more perceptive than Yamaguchi usually gave him credit for.

Yamaguchi took a steadying breath and closed the little distance that was left. Kageyama's skin was soft under his lips, a little salty from the sweat of being stuck in the greenhouse for so long. It wasn't long before Kageyama’s breath was coming quick again as Yamaguchi sucked a red mark into his skin. Yamaguchi grabbed him around the waist to pull him backward, out of the Snare’s reach; Kageyama turned around then and kissed Yamaguchi, hard and open-mouthed, driving his back into the glass greenhouse wall.

*

Later on, when they came back to Gryffindor Tower, Tsukishima took one look at them and raised one eyebrow at Yamaguchi. "How was tutoring?"

"Fine," Yamaguchi and Kageyama chorused in unison.
Edited 2017-06-24 21:34 (UTC)
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Re: FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, C3, T

[personal profile] psiten 2017-06-24 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs

That is the appropriate way to celebrate victory. Man, they *earned* that sugar (in every sense).