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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


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.

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


  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!


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.

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:

  • 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.

  • 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)
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    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

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  • 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.

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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)

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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.

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

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earlgrey_milktea: akaashi eating 2 onigiri at the same time (Default)

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-06-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: tachibana makoto &/ nanase haruka
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: small magic prompts

my emotions resonating with yours accidental soul-bond euphoria singing through your veins
plucking stars from the sky for you your pulse beneath my fingertips finding a cure in your lips
flames trailing your footsteps palms glowing like fireflies handmade charm hanging around your neck

transmiyuki: (Default)


[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-19 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya/interpersonal issues (also kuramochi youichi, furuya satoru, takigawa chris yuu, and narumiya mei)
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: alcohol, wild veering from 'slapstick sex goofs' to 'depressing kind-of-comedy', infidelity


5 Things That Will Destroy Your Marriage Besides Also He Never Loved You Is He Hitting Your G-Spot or Your Breaking Point? Sexy Ways to Low-Key Black Out and Sabotage Something Good
How To Make Your Glaring Virginity Less Distracting to Those Around You What Does She Have That You Don't? Here's a List. How To Let Him Down Easy Enough That He Still Wants to Fuck You
8 Quick Labels For When You Don't Know What The Fuck Is Going On In Your Relationship 8 Things You Can Never Love Again Because He Touched Them The 5 Married Men You'll Date In Your Twenties

Edited 2017-06-19 02:08 (UTC)
bandera: (♥ 13 ♥)

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, A3, R (1/2)

[personal profile] bandera 2017-06-24 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Intrapersonal Issues/Narumiya Mei
Fandom: Daiya no A
Major Tags: Brief mentions of sexual content, non descriptive.
Other Tags: boys who suck at feelings
Square: A3, "8 Quick Labels For When You Don't Know What The Fuck Is Going On In Your Relationship"
Word Count: 3,542

HI I'M BACK AGAIN, that's 2/2 mei ships you've gotten me on o7


Mei has a little list he keeps in the back of his head for Miyuki Kazuya. He's had this same list since he was eleven years old and they first met, and he's mentally scratched off the title of that list since its creation, changing it from year to year, going from "Reasons Why Miyuki Kazuya is the Perfect Catcher for my Perfect Team" to "Reasons Why I'm Going to Crush Miyuki Kazuya at Baseball" to now, "Reasons Why Kazuya is Driving Me Crazy".

There are eight reasons. Eight little things that are driving Mei crazy.

8. his stupid text messages.
hey. what's the code to your apartment?

Mei stares at his phone like it's grown a second head.

It's a late Tuesday night, a day before his next doubleheader with the Swallows. He's supposed to be resting, but Mei ignores the conscious voice that sounds suspiciously like Masa-san in the back of his head to watch another rerun of some dubbed English show with a bowl of ice cream in his lap. He's already in his pajamas, hair soaking wet from a shower, wearing a pair of slippers and considering never moving again, and apparently Kazuya is here.

To his credit, he doesn't get straight up. (The him of eight years ago might be proud.)

are you trying to break into my apt?

wow, yes, Mei, that's exactly why I'm asking for the code. Are you going to let me in so i can steal your valuables?

Mei snorts at his sarcasm, because his valuables are in fact great, but saves the snippy reply for when he gets up and opens the door himself in lieu of the code, telling him very seriously that he doesn't trust him for a second around his good stuff.

Kazuya looks like Kazuya, a little tired, but holding a baseball scorebook under his arm. He's still in his pajamas, sweats and a t-shirt too, a beanie pulled half-assed over his messy brown hair. He has data, he says, about their next game.

Mei lets him in immediately.

They fall asleep together with the scorebook between them, both laid out on Mei's bed. When Mei gets up in the morning, Kazuya's in his breakfast nook, making coffee, and he's gone within an hour.

Mei walks out of the entire experience more confused than he was 24 hours beforehand, but at least he's got a solid one-up on Hongou for this match, for once.

In the future, he'll label this with "When It All Began", like a researcher creating a manic little corkboard of memories. If this list is his board, then this is his very first red string.

7. the fact that he's a bed hog.
It's not the first time that Kazuya stays the night, and it won't be the last. After the doubleheader--one in which Mei, as usual, received glowing reviews for his performance, his excellent fastball that's getting faster every year--Kazuya comes home with him to talk over game stats.

It's always game stats. Mei doesn't mind--he could talk about them all day every day for the rest of his life, too, and he settles in beside him on his own bed, hip to hip as they look over the manager's careful data and watch tapes. Mei shoves him when he points out a dumb face he makes on the mound, looks pleased when Kazuya praises him.

When night falls, Kazuya doesn't go home. He just drops into Mei's bed, where they haven't moved in a few hours, shimmies out of his pants, and rolls onto his side.

And though Kazuya doesn't have an eyemask--he sleeps with his arm over his eyes instead--his other arm falls across Mei's waist when he lays down like it's the most natural spot on the bed. He won't look at him, not when Mei's eyes snap open and he looks down at the offending arm with a mixture of confusion and delight powering the furious little bird beating away in his ribcage that seems ripe to escape out of his throat.

Mei stares at it a little longer. Kazuya doesn't move, his breathing even; Mei's pretty sure he's not asleep, though he's sure pretending.

He shuts his eyes again and doesn't move.

What the fuck?

(Phase two: The ?Accidental? Cuddle. Consider it in bold red ink on his mental list.)

6. his personal space issues.
The next day on the field, Kazuya doesn't come anywhere near him short of where he has to. He's practically got a forcefield up, which isn't surprising, but is definitely jarring because if Mei closes his eyes enough, he can still feel the warm heat of Kazuya's arm over him.

On the surface, nothing seems abnormal between them. They bicker on and off the field, Mei needling at Kazuya and Kazuya hitting right back, the two of them familiar, joking, the "husband and wife" at it again, as their teammates affectionately (possibly) call them, shaking their heads.

Kazuya doesn't miss a beat when they do, tilting his head to the side. His eyes are big, fake wide, and Mei feels a rise of irritation in his throat just looking at it. "It's a shame Mei doesn't have a domestic bone in his body. I hope you'll all understand the difficulties I have with my wife."

Mei throws a towel at his face. It's very, very satisfying.

(This would be label number 3: "Sarcasm Over Emotions". Someone ought to pay Mei for his genius names.)

5. housewife mode.
For all the commentary Kazuya proceeds to make about Mei being the wife--even if Mei reminds the entire team that stupid joke is the other way around--it's Kazuya who defies gender roles entirely and acts completely and utterly domestic. (Not that they had any actual roles in the first place.)

This is by far the most baffling thing that's happened over the past few months. Mei's known Kazuya since they were twelve. He knows most of his habits and hobbies. He knows he likes to cook. He, never, in their ten years of friendship, has ever cooked for Mei.

And yet, here he is. He's carrying not one, not two, not three, but four small containers of tupperware when Mei opens the door to him this week. They stack up to just about his nose, and Kazuya juggles them to one arm to give him a one handed wave, his grin cheeky as he strides right in past Mei, who is gaping at him just a little.

"Bad day?" he quips, eventually, staring at the space where Kazuya was occupying for just a second to make sure he didn't just imagine that, "Kazuya, what the hell."

"Says you." Kazuya replies, calm as ever as he sets his stack down. He does have a point. They'd suffered a nasty loss to the Giants, and there were rumors swirling around that Mei had reached his peak. Mei's not saying he's been moody--he's a mature, responsible adult who just needs to reflect on his performance--but also, he's currently wrapped in a blanket and none of the apartment lights are on.

He scoffs, kicking the door shut with his bare foot. It makes a satisfying noise behind him, and Mei shuffles into the room, dropping himself dramatically into one of the kitchen island stools. "Why are you here."

"I can't be worried?" No, Mei thinks, you're physically incapable of human emotion. Kazuya waves a hand as he pops the top off of a big container of fresh rice. "I was elected to make sure you weren't dead."

He says it deadpan, and Mei's mouth draws into a pout, imagining the team playing rock paper scissors to see how their ace was doing. They should all be clamoring to make him feel better--not that he deserves it right now, but still.

He opens his mouth to say something back, but Kazuya stops him, almost immediately putting a spoon in his mouth. Making an "Mmpht--" noise, Mei does his best to scowl at him, but the fact is that his food is fucking delicious, and Mei won't argue that. He eats an entire serving and then some, and banters with Kazuya over the effectiveness of a slider in clutch situations over bowls of chicken and rice.

The only reason Mei knows he stays the night is because he falls asleep with his head on his lap on the couch a few hours later, and he likes to think Kazuya, maybe, didn't have the heart to move him.

(He felt the fingers sifting through his hair right up until he dozed off, and didn't say anything. Never said anything. Never has said anything, not for a crush that's been long-standing for at least five of the ten years of their friendship. It's phase four: the Maybe I Should Say Something.)

4. always knowing how to say just the wrong thing.

They get into a screaming argument over pitch count two days later, Mei snarling in his face, Kazuya as cool as ice. The coach separates them and sends them both home from practice, and Mei fumes for hours, kicking pillows across his apartment.

Maybe if you keep playing like this, someone'll hit a walk off homer off of you. Too bad your talent's not as big as your ego.

Mei can't stand him. Him and his pompous, obnoxious, weakness-hitting face.

It echoes in his head until he sleeps, alone and angry, and ignoring the ready made meals Kazuya prepared for him in the fridge.

(Phase Five: The I Want To Punch You, and Definitely Not With My Mouth.)

3. the way he kisses like it means something.
Once everyone's (not) said their apologies, the show must go on. The coaches are so used to Mei and Kazuya being, well, Mei and Kazuya, that the head coach's response to their argument is to put them in the bullpen until they're back to normal.

It works. It always does: Mei throws the ball as hard as he can and Kazuya flings it back, and feelings that could never be said out loud find their way through a few ounces of white leather and red stitching. Within an hour, they're bickering like normal, Mei finding the easy thread of their relationship and giving it a tug back into the right place.

Mei has always said he pitches well when he's angry: Kazuya will call him a liar every time. Either way, he pitches only the second no-hitter of his career in their game the next day. The entire stadium rises to their feet as Mei throws his final pitch, his changeup that his been his weapon since he was 14.

Kazuya opens his arms across the plate. It says give me everything you've got, and as Mei's fingers find the grip, he takes the sweet delight in knowing that even though the batter across from them knows what he's going to throw, there's not a chance he's going to hit it.

The stadium erupts when the umpire calls, but Mei doesn't hear any of it. His whole world narrows down to the brilliant light that fills up his chest, the I did it that screams across his face, and to Kazuya across from him, who rips off his mask and throws it to the ground, who joins the rest of the team in rushing Mei, but is the first one to hit into him bodily, his arms solid and strong when he grabs Mei around the waist and picks him up so his feet are off the ground, and Mei lifts his arm in the air and points to the sky, a number one as he collapses into a pile of his teammates.

When they go home together, Mei's hot off of victory and Kazuya's the same. He's holding the tapes in his duffel bag, having dodged paparazzi and interviewers alike to get home, but Mei will watch his victorious performance later, laser focused on the back in front of him, on Kazuya who whirls around on him in the front entryway and faces him, his eyes lit up like he just caught a pitch no one said he could.

It sends a bolt down Mei's spine, and he grins at him, hungry, delighted, and is the first one to pin him into the entryway wall to claim his mouth in a kiss--though Kazuya gives right back, his hands twining up in Mei's hair and pulling him in like he could get more, more, more.

The victory high doesn't even wear off when they're lying side by side in Mei's bed again, clothes missing, chests heaving, and Mei lifts his fist to put it up in the air.

Kazuya knocks his against his, says, "Romantic," and Mei laughs so hard he thinks he might cry.

(Phase Six: It Could've Been Perfect Right Here, but No)

7. his ability to pretend to ignore me, when i know he can’t

Things aren’t weird after that, which is in reality what makes this whole thing weird. Mei’s expecting--something. There’s an anxious little trill in his chest that comes up with a variety of different, horrible possibilities for this new little wrinkle in their years long relationship, but Mei ignores it, and as far as he can tell, so does Kazuya.

When he gets to the bullpen, Kazuya greets him with a nod, makes a shitty comment about his pitch count, drops into a crouch, and gets right to work. It’s almost anticlimactic: but for now, Mei rolls with it. After all, this is a two way street, and Mei can think of several things he’d rather do than confess to Kazuya (“tell Sawamura Eijun he’s a better pitcher than me”, “spend a week in Umemiya Seiichi’s company, even if he’s not playing baseball”, “play something boring like catcher”, for example), so he rolls with the idea of nothing changing.

And for a while, it’s fine.

It keeps happening. Kazuya keeps inserting himself into his life, texts him stupid things when they’re not at practice, appears to cook him dinner and hit the top of his hand with a wooden spoon when he’s trying to sample the food. That’s the kind of thing they’ve always had, but now there are new dimensions. Now, occasionally Mei will pin him into the oven and kiss him senseless, might eat him out for half an hour until he’s flushed red and sweaty and pounding his fist against the bed and cussing Mei out (Mei’s favorite; Kazuya rarely swears, and to get a series of them is like Christmas morning.) Sometimes, Kazuya will throw Mei over his shoulder like he’s made of paper and carry him off to bed, fit between his legs like he’s meant to be there.

And nothing changes.

It’s driving Mei crazy.

But, over time, things start to shift, and not in a good way. It’s not obvious, but to Mei, it feels like a chasm being built between them: Kazuya stops asking him to go over scorebooks with him, stops appearing at his apartment until its dwindled to nothing at all. He hasn’t sent a text message outside of practice in a week, and it’s about then that Mei hits his breaking point, when Kazuya still has the nerve to crouch across from him in the bullpen like everything is fine.

If he throws a little harder than usual, he’ll just blame it on being wound up.

Maybe he needs to get laid.

(Phase Seven: Fuck, I Think I Fell In Love With Him.)

wino: (Default)


[personal profile] wino 2017-06-19 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: nijimura/akashi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: romcom films edition


Love Actually Breakfast At Tiffany's You've Got Mail
Pride and Prejudice Casanova When In Rome
Kate and Leopold The Wedding Singer 13 going on 30

wino: (Default)


[personal profile] wino 2017-06-19 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: nijimura/akashi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: romcom tropes edition

speed dating allergic to love drunk vegas wedding
amicable exes accidental proposal bachelor auction
kissing booth love informant grand romantic gesture

chiharu: (Akashi)


[personal profile] chiharu 2017-06-19 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: nijimura shuuzou / akashi seijuurou
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Square: speed dating
Word count: 1144


Nijimura only goes because he miscalculates the outcome of last week's game and loses a bet to Haizaki. It figures that Haizaki would choose the most embarrassing punishment possible and make Nijimura attend the company mixer. Nijimura has been at the Tokyo Tribune for a year. Yet, his disdain for small talk and refusal to interact with people outside of the sports department ensured that he only knew a handful of people. It doesn't help that the big boss upstairs managed to buy out three other competing new sources in the time Nijimura has been here, and now the entire building belongs to the Akashi Conglomerate.

Well, at least Nijimura only needs to sit through ten rounds of speed dating. That had been Haizaki's condition when he gleefully signed Nijimura's name up with HR. Maybe if Nijimura scowls hard enough, people will naturally avoid his table.

He has no such luck, Nijimura learns as the organizer explains the procedures. Everyone here is dressed to the nines, whereas Nijimura is wearing a distilled version of his work clothes. Tanaka had spilled coffee all over Nijimura's table this morning, thus making Nijimura change out of his dress shirt and into an L.A. Laker's shirt. He already knows Nanami-chan in HR will be annoyed with him for showing up like this.

His first victim is a pretty brunette from accounting. "I like foreign movies," she says softly. "Have you seen any interesting ones lately?"

"Batman v. Superman," Nijimura replies lamely, which causes her to smile thinly back at him in a way that only confirms his shitty taste.

This becomes a pattern. He meets a handful of people from other departments who were either coerced into participating by their managers, or here to actually find true love. He endures small talk with the former and grins apologetically at the disappointment radiating off the latter. There's a disproportionate ratio of men to women here, which gives Nijimura a break to chat with a few male coworkers.

Nijimura is ready to bail when a pretty redhead slips into the seat in front of him. He's pale and lovely, with a sharp jaw line and calculating eyes. Nijimura has never met him before. He's sure he would've remembered otherwise.

"Do you like basketball?" His new companion asks. Around them, chatter continues to fill the room.

"Eh, yeah," Nijimura says slowly. "I played through high school."

The redhead smiles slowly. He's not wearing a standard lanyard with an ID card. "What position?"

"Power forward."

"I suspected as much. I played point guard, myself."

Nijimura raises an eyebrow. "Have you played any games lately?"

"Sure," the redhead says. "Although I don't have much time lately. I enjoy watching it more these days."

Nijimura leans in. "Which teams are you following?"

Pretty Redhead drums long, smooth fingers on the table top. "You can say I'm invested in a handful of NBA teams. Currently, I'm following the Cleveland Cavaliers for-"

"Aomine Daiki!" Nijimura cuts in. "Sorry for interrupting, but that guy is crazy good. You know, I interviewed him once when he was still in the junior J-leagues. He's a total bum but mind boggling on the court. That kind of footwork and dribbling is just unprecedented."

This makes Pretty Redhead nod. "Yes, I can imagine. I'm also following The New York Knicks. They recently drafted a Japanese player too, and I find him quite interesting."

"Ah," Nijimura says awkwardly. He never knows how to broach this topic, and no one in his department even knows. "Himuro, right? Actually, I'm friends with him."

Pretty Redhead tilts his head. His eyes are unreadable, but there's still a sliver of a smirk on his face. "How so?"

"We were classmates back in LA. I only went to school there for a few years, but we hit it off pretty well. We used to play together, in high school."

"You must be quite good, then." Pretty Redhead brings a hand to his chin. Either Nijimura is imagining it, or the redhead is flirting with him?

Nijimura rubs the back of his head. "Nah, I'm okay. Haven't played in years. Tatsuya is the real genius. He still sends me tickets sometimes, but I can't just hop on a plane to New York, you know?"

"Why not?"

Nijimura laughs. "First of all, the vacation policy at Akashi Corp sucks. My department head is a slave driver. I barely had time to go see my kid brother's graduation. Why, do you want to use my tickets instead? You can have them."

Pretty Redhead is opening his mouth when harried-looking Nanami-chan approaches their table.

"I didn't know you would be attending, Akashi-sama!" Nanami-chan says as she bows at... fuck. He's not old enough to be Akashi Masomi, so he must be the rumored prodigal son. According to rumor mills, he'd recently returned from studying abroad in England.

Nijimura doesn't need an inside scoop to know he's screwed.

"It's no problem," Akashi Seijuurou says easily. He reaches over the table and flips over the ID card hanging from Nijimura's lanyard. "I was just having a very nice chat with Shuuzou-san."

Nanami-chan gives Nijimura a look of exasperation. "Akashi-sama, Nijimura-kun is the best writer in the sports department at the Tribune. He's quite efficient and popular."

"Is that so?" Akashi says thoughtfully.

Nijimura keeps his mouth shut, for he knows Nanami-chan is trying to save his ass. He's going to owe her so many drinks after this.

"Yes," Nanami-chan says. "In fact, Chief-Yamashita wants to move Nijimura-kun into another department, but his department head refuses to let Nijimura-kun go."

"I already knew that," Akashi says smoothly, which is a feat because even Nijimura didn't know that. "Yamashita-san has mentioned it to me."

"What? Was this a secret interview?" Nijimura demands before his brain can catch up with his mouth. Around them, people are starting to stare. "Was this a test?"

Nanami-chan, perhaps deeming Nijimura a lost cause at this point, sighs and goes off to speak to someone else. This leaves Nijimura to stew in his self-imposed misery.

"Just fire me now," Nijimura mumbles as he leans back into his seat. "Give me the mercy kill. Let me be free so I can be jobless and go see my friend play in the NBA."

Akashi's laughter is soft but resounding. "The vacation policy is something I am looking into revamping with the head of HR. I only remembered your name from a brief chat I had with Yamashita-san. I didn't know who you were until Nanami-san interrupted us."

"Oh," Nijimura says.

"Actually," Akashi continues. There’s a hint of something else in his voice. "I was hoping you'd invite me to the game with you."

"Oh," Nijimura says again as recognition dawns. "Yeah. I, eh, I guess I can make that happen."

Akashi’s smile is small but genuine. "I look forward to it."

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[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-19 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: sexual content, blood, death
Other Tags: angst, bad end krry a la nicole dollanganger

now we’re blood brothers, a part of me will always live in you his coffin is not your arms, his grave is not your bed in the blue and red arena, trying to pretend we’re the same
of all the things you fuck i'm the most empty but i fear a dead body would feel warm compared to mine yeah my baby has a baby but it’s not me
in the backyard full of dying flowers, in the kitchen on the pale pink counter you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love he tried to tell me things get abandoned, it’s okay for them to rot

Edited 2017-06-19 04:08 (UTC)
kazuyas: (chris senpai)


[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
can't wait for hannah to see this
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[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-19 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya/kuramochi youichi or takigawa chris yuu
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none, it's all lyrics from 'in california' by joanna newsom

To spend my life in spitting distance of the love that I have known Sometimes I am so in love with you I don't belong to anyone, my heart is heavy as an oil drum
But there is another who is a little older did you love me? do you spite me? Is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour?
I have sown untidy furrows across my soul, but I am still a coward When I broke my bone, he carried me up from the riverside I am native to it, but I'm overgrown

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[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-19 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
lies down forever and ever
earlgrey_milktea: akaashi eating 2 onigiri at the same time (Default)

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-06-19 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kise ryouta &/ kasamatsu yukio
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: potential sexual content
Other Tags: marianas trench lyrics prompts

and maybe you're here because you wanna come home / but what if you're just afraid to be alone make me skin and bones / i'm always on my knees for you if your heart wears thin i will hold you up / and i will hide you when it gets too much
don't you look so shocked / this was not the way i planned it i will softly pull away / in this broken beautiful mess i've made take me home / i don't wanna be alone tonight
you know you love the way i linger and / you keep me wrapped right 'round your finger i can take it if you need to take this out on someone baby don't say to me / you should stay away from me

kiyala: (Himuro)


[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-24 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst
Square: if your heart wears thin i will hold you up / and i will hide you when it gets too much
Word Count: 450


This is his duty, Yukio thinks to himself, as captain of the team. If it's what he needs to do for their ace, then so be it. He'll be the strong arm under Ryouta's to lift him up, he'll be the steady legs to help him walk, he'll be the armoured heart, more familiar with loss than Ryouta will ever be, wiser for it, gentle when he needs to be.

He'll swallow down his own bitter disappointment, for as long as Ryouta needs it of him. He'll let Ryouta cry instead of shedding his own tears, and when Ryouta doesn't stop, when his tears turn into outright sobs that shake their way through him, Yukio will guide him off the court, to the locker rooms, out of sight of everyone else.

"I'm—sorry—" Ryouta hiccups through his tears, bringing the heels of his hands up to his eyes in an effort to stop crying. It doesn't work, and Yukio sighs, holding Ryouta by the wrists, pulling his hands back down.

"It's fine," he says gently. "You don't have to apologise. You did your best out there. You did better than that, actually. You pushed yourself and I'm proud of you. We're all proud of you."

Ryouta blinks, tears clinging to his eyelashes, and he looks beautiful. Yukio's heart is breaking for Ryouta, for himself, and it still somehow finds the ability to skip a beat as Ryouta leaves him breathless with a different kind of wonder to what he feels on the court.

"Senpai?" Ryouta asks, wiping his cheeks, his tears dripping from his fingers as he does. His voice is still trembling, but his shoulders have stopped at least, and even though he's still crying, it's not quite as bad as it was before.

"If anyone can overcome this," Yukio tells him, with full honestly, "if anyone can learn from this and keep moving forward and make sure that we win next time, out of everyone in the world, it's going to be you. I believe that."

Ryouta looks at him, stunned into silence. Yukio presses on, taking Ryouta's hands into his and squeezing them firmly.

"I'm not saying this because I'm your captain and you're my ace. I'm saying it as one basketball player to another, Kise. There's no one in the world who can do what you do—you learn so quickly, you grow so quickly. You're going to keep growing and you'll get there. Whatever you're aiming for, I believe you can do it. I believe in you."

Ryouta's smile, shaky as it might be, is completely worth the clenching pain in Yukio's chest as he pushes his own tears back for just a little longer.
miyukitty: (demon oikawa)

PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[personal profile] miyukitty 2017-06-19 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru or Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru or Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru or Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou or Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: Death, Graphic depictions of violence
Other Tags: BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY: angst edition, murder boyfriends??, also good fantasy AU bait, sideeyes that middle prompt, bring on the blood and tears


put a gun up to his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead nothing really matters to me let me go (will not let you go)
now i've gone and thrown it all away so you think you can love me and leave me to die sending shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me just killed a man i'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low

intricacies: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[personal profile] intricacies 2017-06-22 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
(softly) miyu, no...
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[personal profile] garciraki 2017-06-19 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: any combination of Shiraishi Kuranosuke &/ Yukimura Seiichi &/ Kirihara Akaya
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: death
Other Tags: sacrilege, implications of cannibalism

Isaiah 14:12 "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!" 1 Corinthians 10:13 "No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind." John 6:55 "For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink."
Philippians 4:13 "I can do all this through him who gives me strength." James 5:16 "Therefore confess your sins to each other." John 10:10 "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy."
Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded you?" Psalm 23:5 "You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies." 1 Corinthians 15:42 "So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption."

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[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-06-19 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
i don't do tennis, but lord almighty this prompt
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-06-19 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Midorima Shintarou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol and drinking, religion (buddhism)


arriving today at the yonder side / of the deep mountains of evanescent existence although its scent still lingers on / the form of a flower has scattered away let me transform myself just for you
we shall never allow ourselves to drift away / intoxicated in the world of shallow dreams all acts are impermanent for whom will the glory / of this world remain unchanged?
i want to know everything to the core it still will not be sufficient for me let me fall into the abyss together with you
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[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fukutomi Juichi/Arakita Yasutomo or Ibitani Ryou/Machimiya Eikichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: means of transportation (other than bikes)

spaceship ice skates train
scooter swan rowboat motorbike
plane luxury cruiser rollerblades
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[personal profile] jaegervega 2017-06-21 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fukutomi Juichi/Arakita Yasutomo
Fandom: Yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none
Square: Swan rowboat

I am so sorry I did his to your beautiful prompt
I just... these two can never have a typical romantic date on something that moves


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[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: counting magpies (crows?)

one for sorrow two for joy three for a girl
four for a boy five for silver six for gold
seven for a secret eight for a wish nine for a kiss
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[personal profile] directorenno 2017-06-19 10:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: sakurai ryou/aomine daiki, sakurai ryou/wakamatsu kousuke, or sakurai ryou/imayoshi shouichi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: summer aesthetic edition, none

fireflies clammy hands melted ice cream
sunscreen watermelon chafed thighs
sticky clothes broken air conditioner picnic bento
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[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-22 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sakurai/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Square: fireflies
Word Count: 440


Ryou’s not an outdoor person, but this is nice. Trying to put up a tent hadn’t been fun (he and Daiki had ended up arguing and Daiki had had to redo the whole thing) but after that things had smoothed themselves out, set themselves up inside and gone for a hike. The ground is rough, but Ryou’s still in good shape from basketball, and even though it’s dirty and gross (especially the bugs Daiki keeps trying to point out to him) it’s actually quite pretty around here. The view from the top of the mountain is lovely, the small town where Daiki’s aunt lives spreading out below them like a map, like a color page at the beginning of a manga, setting the scene (and Ryoui’s fingers are itching to draw something like it; he’d brought his sketchpad and he’s definitely going back there tomorrow).

The brook Daiki insists on bathing in is cold, but it’s refreshing at midday and Daiki’s fingers feel nice washing his back. The little fish slide through his fingers, tickling his hands, and he turns to Daiki and laughs. Daiki’s grinning too, quick and easy, the way he never used to do but now gives a little more freely, always like he means it.

And then Daiki pulls him down into the water and Ryou shrieks, punching at his shoulder and trying to duck him in, too, and when they get out they’re shivering but happy, sticking close to each other for heat (and each stealing a kiss or two).

The sun sets, pink and purple across the clear sky, the sun glowing like the charcoal in their grill as they watch the smoke flit upward and dissipate, a hazy filter to the sky. In the backdrop of the spearmint-green trees, there is something like a yellow sparkle, a holiday light or a glitter in the middle of the panel of a comic. Then another.

“Fireflies,” says Ryou, almost questioning.

“Yeah,” says Daiki. “Cool, huh?”

They’re still bugs; that bit’s still gross, but far away they make a pretty picture. Ryou slides closer to Daiki on the wooden bench; Daiki kisses the top of his forehead.

“What do you want to make first? Marshmallows?”

“Meat would be better,” says Ryou. “How much did we bring in the freezer pack?”

“Enough,” says Daiki.

The bag is between them and the grill; neither of them moves to get it. The fireflies rise into a formation, almost like a constellation (soon, Ryou knows, they’ll be able to see the stars out here). The wind darts below them; Ryou snuggles closer to Daiki. He’s glad they’d come here.
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[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: (implied nsfw if you wanna go there I guess?) aka: is this an IKEA shopping list or is it a list of places they had sex on, I'm not sure

matress scratchy carpet armchair
lots of pillows shark plushie kitchen counter
sofa soft towels yoga ball
kazuyas: (heart oikawa)


[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-20 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
boys please don't have sex on a yoga ball
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[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: passage of time

train at 21:12 never again kiss at sunset
lunch at 1PM idle thoughts at 2AM humming at dusk
yawning at dawn goodbye at 07:04 forever with you

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

FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, A3, [G]

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-06-20 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: matsukawa issei/hanamaki takahiro
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: such activity is not advised for high school seniors, reader's discretion is advised
Square: yawning at dawn
Word Count: 502

ur prompt card is so pretty i had to


Hanamaki yawns for the seventeenth time that hour, head leaning back until he bumps against the wall he’s slumped against. His eyes are barely open.

Issei drops his hands from the fence. It makes a small twanging sound as his fingers catch against a hole. They’re on the school roof, having broken in late last night when all the students and faculty has left. They even managed to sneak their sleeping bags and hoard of convenience store foods—onigiri, hi-chews, multiple pocky boxes, a few bottles of fruit-flavoured black teas, that seaweed flavoured chips Hanamaki likes so much—with them. It was Hanamaki’s idea, initially, to go with a bang, but Issei is the one that actually stole the key. He just has a trustworthy face, he supposes. They’d invited Iwaizumi and Oikawa, too, but their friends both said they were busy, while suspiciously refusing to make eye contact with each other. Issei understands; somehow, he is glad this moment is something shared between Hanamaki and him, just the two of them and no one else.

He turns to look at the other boy on the roof. Spring is here, but it’s chilly this high up and this late—or early? Hanamaki is bundled up in three layers, legs still in his sleeping bag. Issei’s hat is jammed on his head, until only a few messy strands of his pale hair sticks out. He looks warm, and Issei feels so incredibly fond.

“Makki,” he says quietly. “Congratulations on your graduation.”

Hanamaki peeks up at him. His eyes are almost translucent in the barely-there light coming up behind Issei. “Back at ya,” he returns, just as quietly. He nods towards the fence. “Sun’s coming up.”

Issei turns back around, and finds that Hanamaki is right. The first rays of sunlight just kisses the horizon, stretching up slowly, almost lazily. The sky is a mess of pastel hues, blushing pink and orange and gradually chasing away the streaks of midnight blue and royal purple. It’s nothing short of breathtaking.

The sunrise takes barely minutes, and then the weariness of staying up all night and the thrill of pulling such a stunt in the wee hours of their graduation ceremony catches up to him. Issei yawns, head thrown back. Behind him, he hears Hanamaki echo his yawn.

“You’re contagious,” Hanamaki accuses when he goes over to sit beside him.

“You started it,” Issei says, “you serial yawn-er.”

“Can’t believe you got higher marks than me in Japanese.”

“We’re all smarter on paper.”

Hanamaki lifts the blanket he’s huddled under, and Issei shifts closer until they’re pressed flush against each other. He pulls his hood up, sticks his hand into Hanamaki’s pocket. Hanamaki tilts his head until he’s leaning on Issei’s shoulder, and Issei, in turn, rests his head on top of his friend’s.

As the sun rises steadily, beaming down warmly and painting gold across the roof of building B, the two of them sleeps, breathing in with the knowledge that when they wake, they’ll be just fine.

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[personal profile] kiwiaste 2017-06-19 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: violence
Other Tags: if that ain't a kyouhaba song then I don't know what is™

You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate
Over my head
Then I set fire to our bed My black eye casts no shadow
Your red eye sees no blame
Your slaps don't stick
Your kicks don't hit
So we remain the same
Blood sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none

factorielle: ([倉亮] how dare)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] factorielle 2017-06-19 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: daiya no a/ace of diamond
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: the surreptitious moist/adora belle edition
"You think he's cynical?"

"Yes. As you suspect, that's practically a professional opinion."
"Doesn't this place give you the creeps? You could perhaps do something with some floral wallpaper and a firebomb." "He needs the heady whiff of danger to make his life worth living."

"He never does that sort of thing when I'm here!"

"I can only tell you if you promise not to make any sudden movements."

"Why, do you believe I will?"

"Yes, I think that in a few seconds you'll try to kill me."
"I'll just kill him and join you for the pudding..."

"You can't do that!"

"Oh? Why not?"

"You're using the wrong knife! That's for the fish! You'll get into trouble!"
"My brother used to call me... er..."


"Killer. But he meant it in a nice way."
"Anything is possible if I can dance with you and still have ten toes left." "You hardly know me and yet you invited me on a date. Why?"

"Because I hardly know you."
"Well, now that we've been appropriately human towards each other, what exactly was it you wanted?"

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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-19 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Bokuto Koutaro/Kuroo Tetsuro
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

we sit next to each other on the bus every morning bc it's always cramped and I like the music u listen to...also u laughed at a meme on my phones screen once are we best friends im handing our fliers at town square for a bit of pocket change and u keep coming by and taking more do u like me or is it really important to you to protect these rare endangered flowers found you asleep in the hallway of the dorms I live in and u wont wake up so I kinda drag you into my room wouldn't want u to catch a cold but then u wake up and u keep crying holy fuck are u ok what happened to u here's some hot chocolate u can stay over
you came into my clothing store and u started trying on a ton of shit asking my opinion each time which is a little annoying but the way your face lights up to praise is real cute mmm you saw my ridiculous request to form a comedy duo which has been my dream for years now and honestly your puns are the best I love you lets do this we won the lottery and are now buying a shit ton of bubble wrap and cacti also other useless shit. this is so sweet bro love you
we both have to spend a night in prison for a small time crime and are now exchanging our stories and holy shit are ur genius??? are u my soulmate we always pick up our little siblings from kindergarten at the same time and hey bro can u take my lil sister home this one time I have something important to do k thx. I owe u one (cue distressed call that lil sister refuses to go home with strangers) you brought home a box of stray kittens and really I should be mad I guess but I love cats and I love you is there any vet that's open at this hour
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-19 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

I caught u planting flowers in my garden and why are u doing this no don't stop ily Our teachers think I'm you and you're me because we thought it'd be a funny joke to trade names but now were about to graduate we got ourselves banned from every Ikea in our area... wyd
can we try to finish each others sentences I've always wanted to do that and you're the one I feel I could do it with we just moved in together and our sole mission is to make this place as colourfully ugly as we can thank god we agree on this we just adopted and we're great parents and all but what's with all these diapers omg please stop playing with the toys in this store and be a responsible adult or I might join u
Bro We Are Teens . Its Ok To Cry Around Me . Im Ur Best Friend . I Love You . ... Bro We Are Kiss ing Now . . No Dont Stop Bro .. Bro ... I keep leaving notes on your cars front window and one time you catch me im sorry but your number plate is so ridiculous I cant help myself we discovered a hole in the fence around a local public pool and now we get in for free every day it's our hole bro. we hole bros now

Edited 2017-06-19 16:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2017-06-19 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kinjou Shingo &/ Makishima Yusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, religion?


Lifemates Coven Grimoire
Evocation Sword & Sorcery Shaman
Shapeshifters Cartomancy (tarot) Palmistry

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[personal profile] garciraki 2017-06-19 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Ace of Diamond
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: extreme lack of good taste


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[personal profile] multilinear 2017-06-19 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: sonora &/ honoka &/ karila &/ yachiyo &/ rento &/ yura (mix and match, its up to you)
Fandom: stella c3
Major Tags: none.

never running from a real fight what can brighten the night sky and dispel the darkness? light. winning love by daylight
fighting evil by moonlight you’re not just giving us back our hope. you’re becoming hope itself! everything will be all right
don't forget: always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. magic idol singers witches

Edited 2017-06-19 21:29 (UTC)
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FILL: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru, C2, G

[personal profile] aicqt 2017-06-20 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sonora/Yura
Fandom: Stella women's academy: c³
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Square: C2 - Everything will be all right
Word count: none


Can't have you lying about on the job
Edited 2017-06-20 08:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ryekamasaki 2017-06-19 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (/Ushijima Wakatoshi and/or /Sugawara Koushi)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: A/B/O, NSFW

kissing creative getting off non traditional a/b/o roles
friends helping each other through heat cycles cuddling/nesting scent kink
defending a friend against unwanted advances sleepovers polyamory

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[personal profile] notallbees 2017-06-20 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: A/B/O, O2 (omega/omega), temper tantrums, platonic-but-not
Square: cuddling/nesting
Word Count: 1602

I accidentally hit like five of those in one go but oh well. THANK YOU, RY.


"Mom! I'm staying at Iwa-chan's house!"

Tooru's mother stepped out into the hallway and regarded him with a narrow-eyed look. "Have you finished your homework?"

"Of course!" Tooru said with the proper amount of indignation. "Anyway I can finish it at Iwa-chan's house, we're just going to be in his room."

She glanced at the bag slung over his shoulder, and understanding washed over her face. "I see," she said, with an encouraging smile that just annoyed him. "But make sure you invite Hajime over here next month, alright? It's not fair to always expect Mayumi-chan to feed you both."

"I'm not that bad," Tooru protested, ducking out of her reach when she tried to ruffle his hair. "Mom!"

"Oh, my apologies," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "Give my love to Hajime, alright?"

"Alright, alright," Tooru muttered, turning away before she could tell him off for being grumpy. He really couldn't help it; the lead up to his heat just made him restless and cross, and he was exhausted from practice. He couldn't wait to crawl into a nest of Iwaizumi's blankets and take a nice, long nap.

Iwaizumi's little brother opened the door for him, and beamed when he recognised Oikawa.

"Tooru-nii!" he yelled, leaping at Tooru, who caught him by sheer luck, though he dropped his bag in the process

"Chiakkun!" came an admonishing voice from the next room.

Laughing, Tooru hoisted Chiaki onto his hip and kicked his bag through the door. "It's okay, Auntie!" he called out, nudging the door closed behind him. "Chiakkun was just excited to see me."

"You haven't been here all week," Chiaki whined, wrapping his arms around Tooru's neck. He leaned forward and flopped against Tooru's shoulder. "It's not fair."

"Chiakkun," Tooru said, laughing again. "I was here two days ago."

Chiaki and Iwaizumi's mother appeared in the doorway to the living room, looking harried.

"Tooru-chan, I'm so sorry," she said, reaching to take Chiaki from him, but Chiaki yelled and clung on more tightly to Tooru's neck. "Chiaki! Stop being so rude, Tooru is here to see Hajime, not you."

"Hajime's mean," Chiaki mumbled, burying his face in Tooru's neck."

Mayumi groaned and pinched her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "Honestly," she said, glancing at Tooru with an embarrassed smile. "Don't have children, Tooru-chan," she said, sighing. "Or if you do, just don't have omegas."

"Yes, Auntie," Tooru said, shifting Chiaki in his arms. He was short for his age, but at eight years old he was still a little too heavy to carry comfortably. "Come on, Chiakkun," Tooru urged, bouncing him gently. "Be good for your mom, okay? If you behave, maybe Iwa-chan and I will take you swimming at the weekend."

Chiaki sat up in Tooru's arms, almost slipping free in his hurry. "Really?" he yelled, grinning in Tooru's face.

"Chiakkun, enough," Mayumi said sternly. "Get down now, Tooru is tired."

"It's fine," Tooru said, but he set Chiaki down on his feet and nudged him gently towards his mother. "I have to go and cheer up Iwa-chan," he said, reaching down to ruffle Chiaki's hair, and feeling guilty when he'd gotten annoyed at his own mother for doing exactly the same thing. "But I'm staying over, we can walk you to school tomorrow."

Mayumi sighed again and gave Tooru a weary smile. "Thank you, Tooru-chan. Hajime's in his room." She herded Chiaki into the living room and glanced back over her shoulder. "I hope you really can cheer him up, he's in a wretched mood."

"I'll do my best!" Tooru said, saluting her.

Iwaizumi's bedroom door was closed when Tooru reached the top of the stairs, but he could smell Iwaizumi's scent before he was halfway up. His stomach churned pleasantly as he crossed the hallway, and knocked on Iwaizumi's door before sliding it open.

"Iwa-chan!" he said brightly, stepping inside. The moment he opened the door, Iwaizumi's scent engulfed him. His bedroom always smelled strongly of him, but especially so when he was in heat. Tooru gladly filled his lungs with the familiar smell.

"You're late," Iwaizumi said, not glancing up from his computer.

Tooru pouted. "I had to help Mama with the dishes. What's your excuse, grumpy-chan?"

Iwaizumi glared at him. "My excuse for what?"

"Iwa-chan!" Tooru whined. He threw his bag on the bed and gestured at Iwaizumi's room, which was a mess of schoolbooks, volleyball detritus, and Chiaki's toys. "Look at this place! And you call me messy."

"You are messy," Iwaizumi said, but he got up from his desk and kicked a few things aside so that he could cross the room. "I wasn't going to do it all on my own."

Tooru huffed, but in truth he wasn't that put out. He enjoyed the process of nesting down with Iwaizumi, no matter which one of them happened to be in heat at the time. "Are you going to tell me what you did to upset Chiakkun?" he asked, unzipping his jeans and wriggling out of them.

Iwaizumi swore. "He started it."

"How mature, Iwa-chan," Tooru said, turning to pull a pair of sweatpants out of Iwaizumi's laundry. They were too short for him, but he pulled the ankle cuffs up to the crooks of his knees. "Did you know that you're twice his age, or haven't they gotten to addition yet in Class 3?"

"I'll hit you," Iwaizumi growled, shouldering him out of the way and forcing him back against the nearest wall.

Tooru swore under his breath when he stepped on a piece of lego, but he stayed to one side and watched Iwaizumi wrestle the spare futon out from under his bed, and tug the sheets from on top of it.

"Do you want a hand?" he asked after a minute, when Iwaizumi had laid the futon out beside his bed and appeared to be struggling with his duvet.

"Fuck!" Iwaizumi yelled, throwing the duvet down. "Whatever, I don't care, do what you want with it."

"Iwa-chan," Tooru said, reaching out to touch his arm. Iwaizumi flinched away from him, scowling, and Tooru tried again. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi from behind.

Iwaizumi growled and shoved at him, but Tooru wasn't discouraged. He hugged Iwaizumi tightly, pressing his face against the back of Iwaizumi's neck and holding him until he finally started to relax.

"It's been a long week," Tooru murmured, finally releasing his hold somewhat. He ran his hands down Iwaizumi's arms and caught hold of his fingers. "Let's cuddle up and watch something stupid, okay?"

Iwaizumi shrugged. "Fine."

Tooru nuzzled the back of Iwaizumi's neck again before releasing him. "Go get something to eat," he said. "And apologise to Chiakkun. I'll finish up here."

"Don't tell me what to do," Iwaizumi muttered, but did as Tooru suggested, and moments later Tooru heard the thunder of his feet on the staircase.

When he was gone, Tooru pillaged the bed and the closet for every spare blanket and pillow he could find, and set about arranging them into a cosy nest for the two of them to snuggle into. He stacked up the scattered books, and cleared out a few of Chiaki's toys from underneath the futon, and by the time Iwaizumi returned, Tooru had pulled the desk around and arranged it so they could watch a movie from their den.

"Um, thanks," Iwaizumi said, lingering in the doorway. He had half a pastry in his hand, flakes of it clinging to the corner of his mouth, and a bag of crisps tucked under his arm. "Sorry. You were right, I needed to eat something."

"Mm," Tooru hummed, fluffing a few pillows without looking up. "I'm always right, Iwa-chan. You should trust me a little more often."

"Don't push it." Iwaizumi shoved past him and dropped to his knees on the futon. "I brought you a snack too."

Tooru made a happy noise and crawled over to him. "See, I knew you liked me."

"What did I just say," Iwaizumi growled, but there wasn't any bite to his voice. He tugged another flaky pastry out of the pouch of his hoodie and shoved it at Tooru's face.

"You're getting crumbs everywhere," Tooru replied, though the words were fairly indistinguishable with his mouth full.

Iwaizumi didn't seem to care in any case; he pushed and pulled the pillows and blankets around for a minute while Tooru sat and chewed his pastry, and then finally settled down, gesturing impatiently for Tooru to join him. Grinning, Tooru curled against Iwaizumi's side and threw an arm over his waist. Iwaizumi smelled so good when he went into heat; Tooru buried his face in Iwaizumi's neck and breathed in deeply, sighing it out again with a pleased noise.

"You're too heavy," Iwaizumi mumbled, but he clearly didn't mind as he pulled Tooru closer at the same time.

"And you're a disgusting slob when you're in heat," Tooru replied gleefully. He opened one eye, and realised that Iwaizumi still had flakes of pastry around his mouth. Pushing himself up, he leaned over and licked the corner of Iwaizumi's mouth.

Iwaizumi stared at him. "Everyone's still up."

"You're covered in crumbs," Tooru said with a slow smile. "Besides, you can be quiet, can't you?"

Iwaizumi finally smiled, his eyes bright with the challenge. "You've got crumbs on your face too, messykawa."

"Oh no," Tooru said, grinning. "You'd better help me get them off."

Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi grabbed him and rolled him onto his back. "Just keep your voice down," he murmured, as he lowered his mouth to Tooru's.
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Ship: Kobayakawa Sena & or / Shin Seijuurou
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
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I couldn't help it. Since this involves Shin, I had to go to my exercise randomizer for prompts!


Extension in Prone With Dumbell The Bridge Lateral Rotation Side Lying
Single Leg Stretch Lateral Rotation Front Lying Tricep Lifts
Reverse Straight Leg Raise Bouhler Exercises Scapula Upwards Rotation

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Ship: Ayase Chihaya & or / Wakamiya Shinobu
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81: When I turned my look tpward the place where I had heard the cuckoo's call, thee only thing I found was the moon of early dawn 71: When the evening comes, from the rice leaves at my gate gentle knocks are heard and into my round rush-hut enters autumn's roaming breeze 89: Like a string of gems grown weak, my life will break now - for if I live on, all I do to hide my love may at last grow weak and fail
76: Over the wide sea as I sail and look around, it appears to me that the white waves far away are the ever shining sky 48: Like a driven wave dashed by fierce winds on a rock, so am I: alone and crushed upon the shore remembering what has been 25: If your name is true, trailing vine of "Meeting Hill", isn't there some way hidden from people's gaze that you can draw her to my side?
35: The depths of the hearts of humankind cannot be known, but in my birthplace the plum blossoms smell the same as in the years gone by 78: Guard of Suma Gate, how many nights have you awakened from your sleep at the cries of sanderlings flying from Awaji Island? 69: By the wind storm's blast from Mimuro's mountain slopes, maples leaves are torn, which turn Tatsuta River into a rich brocade