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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!
greenowl: (Default)

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

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-17 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You're my hero 😭
directorenno: koharu and nene (p9) hug (koharu&nene)

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

[personal profile] directorenno 2017-06-17 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
i am y e l l i n g
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C1, E

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Square: first time
Word Count: 638

***

here
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, B2, E

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Square: public place
Word Count: 565

***

here
fickle: (Default)

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

[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-17 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)

This might just be my favorite of all your fills.

kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

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

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Square: morning sex
Word Count: 474

***

here
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

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

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Square: rimming
Word Count: 506

***

here
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

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

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content, Bestiality, Bodily fluids (blood)
Other Tags: Xenophilia, breath of the wild au…? I just wanted an excuse to write Sidon!Murasakibara
Square: rough/biting/scratch
Word Count: 1055

***

here
Edited 2017-06-21 01:19 (UTC)
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

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

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Unsafe Sex
Square: against the wall
Word Count: 604

***

here
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

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

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: AU in which Murasakibara is a detective and Himuro is a gangster
Square: on the desk
Word Count: 688

***

here
qingtian: (fuckdotpng)

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[personal profile] qingtian 2017-06-17 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Oikawa Tohru/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Haikyuu!! x Daiya No Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: SPACE., aliens, Nier:Automata, Alice in Wonderland, bad (Malaysian) puns

Prompt:


you're in love with a deadly beautiful robot; meanwhile your companion is screaming at you to /fucking dodge the lasers/ alien abduction au kingsman au (just for those stylish specs. And maybe the firework splatters. Yeah.)
"Ayam yours"
melodramatic Japanese commercial in cold/warm lighting

Ridley's Alien au

melodramatic Malaysian commercial in mute lighting.

changeling au Alice In Wonderland au. Chase that white rabbit down the hole.

kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, A3, E

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Square: voyeurism
Word Count: 447

***

here
aurum: (tenipuri :: gaydar)

FILL: Team Grandstand, C2, G

[personal profile] aurum 2017-06-17 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Robo/Youzan
Fandom: Robot x Laserbeam
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: Pretending To Be Married
Word Count: 1,308

I don't know anything about the golfing experience, sorry if I got stuff horribly wrong. But I'm not sorry about the title.

***

Putt a Ring on It

"Sorry, we're having a 'couples only' day," says the bored looking receptionist at the golf course.

Robo can feel frustration well up inside him, a feeling familiar through repetition, happening very often in conjunction with Youzan and the prospect of a rematch. If he subscribed to Tomoya's idea of fate, he might be inclined to think it's solidly against them.

Every time it looks like they may finally meet in a competition, something happens to prevent it, things ranging from bad luck of the draw to just short of natural disaster. Last time, unexpectedly, it was Youzan's team that failed to qualify far enough for them to play each other. At this rate they may not get to settle the score before graduation, and if there's something Robo learned about himself, it's that he's not actually a very patient person.

Their latest attempt is a little desperate. They've left unsatisfied after the competition and by mutual agreement decided to head to another course nearby in the hopes of playing an unofficial match. But even that seems to be beyond their reach thanks to the unforeseen limitation.

Robo starts deflating, ready to give up for today. But then, instead of thanking the receptionist and turning back like Robo expects him to, Youzan clears his throat and straightens up.

"Actually," he says, putting his arm around Robo's shoulders, "we are a couple."

We are?, Robo thinks, suddenly worried that he's missed some major social cues.

"You are?" the receptionist echoes his thoughts, peering at them in what's probably suspicion.

"Yes," Youzan says, his hand squeezing Robo's arm. "It's, uh. It's our honeymoon and I promised we'd have a golf match, so."

Oh, it's a lie then. Youzan is trying to save their opportunity by pretending they do in fact meet the criteria. A morally questionable plan, but Robo can't disapprove, not when it might give them a chance at the rematch after all.

Only it seems that Youzan has gone too far in trying to establish the legitimacy of their fabricated relationship. It's not outside of the question for two high school students to be together, but claiming they're married stretches the credibility. As expected, the receptionist narrows her eyes at them, looking unconvinced.

"Uh, but if we can't..." Youzan continues, seemingly lost now that his first attempt didn't end in success. He looks at Robo, his eyes wider than usual.

It does seem like their only chance to play here today, so Robo decides to go along with the plan. He may not have any romantic experience to draw on, but he did spend his whole life near a very affectionate couple (his parents), so he should be able to reasonably fake it. With that in mind he leans heavily into Youzan's side, putting his arm around his waist.

Youzan goes stiff against him, his fingers digging into Robo's arm. It doesn't seem very conducive to giving off the impression of a long-time couple. Hopefully it's just a result of surprise and not the level of participation Robo can expect from him from now on.

"It's not your fault, honey," he says, trying to inflect his voice with feeling. It's a lie to match Youzan's — in fact, everything is Youzan's fault, starting from getting Robo interested in golf in the first place. Even now, Youzan just makes a faint strangled noise and doesn't do anything to sell their case better, leaving all the work to Robo.

Robo takes off his visor so it doesn't get in the way and raises up on his toes to press his lips against Youzan's cheek. "Although I did very much hope we'd get to play this match," he adds. That much is true.

"Um," Youzan says, unhelpfully. Robo has to repress the urge to sigh.

A glance out of the corner of his eye reveals that the receptionist is still watching them, her eyebrows raised. Youzan's just looking down at Robo, cheeks growing more red with each passing second. If it's embarrassment due to the poor quality of their act, it could be greatly helped by taking action to follow up on his own plan.

Youzan's hesitation is starting to hurt their case, or so it seems to Robo. To offset it, Robo rocks up again to fit his mouth to Youzan's. If there's one thing that may sell their act, an unambiguously couple-y thing to do, it must be a kiss.

That's another thing Robo doesn't have experience with, but the basics seem simple enough. Although calculating the angle proves more tricky than expected with their noses in the way. Still, it's a success — his lips touch Youzan's, if a few millimeters off-center, both compressing lightly between their teeth.

It's pleasant, though perhaps not as much as Robo believes it should be. That may be partly due to his inexperience, but he's happy to assign the rest of the blame to Youzan, who just breathes in sharply at the contact and then stays perfectly still, his lips unmoving beyond parting slightly. It hardly seems like an ideal kiss, but it will have to do in the circumstances.

They stay like that until Robo draws away, lowering himself to the ground. Youzan continues to stare at him, his face edging past just flushed and into a shade of red that may be unhealthy for humans. Robo is the first to look away, turning to the receptionist to check if their charade had a desired effect.

It's very hard to decipher the expression of a person he's just met, but she doesn't look particularly convinced. If Robo had to put a name to it, he'd says she's closer to amused. He's reading to admit defeat, but when she speaks it's to say: "Okay, wouldn't want to ruin your honeymoon."

"Oh," Robo says, taken over by surprise for a moment. "Thank you."

"No problem. Your name?"

"Hatohara," he says when it seems like Youzan's not about to speak anytime soon.

The receptionist collects their money and hands the keys to their lockers to Youzan with a smile and a "Here you go, Hatohara-san."

"Uh," Youzan says, looking startled. "Right. Thank you."

Robo starts for the locker room, his spirits rising now that it seems like they'll finally be able to get their rematch. Youzan trails after him, jangling the keys in his hand.

"Why was it me that ended up with your name, anyway?" he asks once they're alone in the locker room, with a laugh that sounds a little forced.

"Oh," Robo says, turning back to him as he realizes his mistake. "I apologize. I should've asked before I gave my name as ours." It does seem like something one should agree on beforehand, even if they didn't exactly get a chance to discuss the details.

"No, it's not actually a big deal," Youzan protests, somewhat urgently.

It's kind of him to excuse Robo's blunder, but it was still one, and it would be bad to leave it hanging between them. "I promise to be more considerate next time," Robo says.

Youzan opens and closes his mouth a few times before he settles on an "Okay" and turns to fumble his key into the lock.

Robo does the same, relieved that he's been forgiven. "I confess I didn't really expect this to work," he says.

"Yeah," Youzan replies, clearing his throat. "I didn't expect this either."

He seems distracted when they head out to the course, almost forgetting his soil bag and tripping over a seemingly flat plane of grass on the way. Robo watches him a little worriedly as he sets up for his first shot.

Hopefully Youzan will manage to collect himself for the game so they can play the whole match in optimal condition. Robo would hate it if they didn't get to finish this time.
kiyala: Impa (Himuro)

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

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-17 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Selfcest, handwavey dimension-crossing
Square: Threesome
Word Count: 489

***

here
Edited 2017-06-21 01:20 (UTC)
directorenno: koharu and nene (p9) hug (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[personal profile] directorenno 2017-06-17 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
are you looking for all the chars to feature in all the prompts are can it also be a variation of the listed chars? :o
kythen: (kurodai 1)

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, C2, G

[personal profile] kythen 2017-06-17 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: None
Other tags: Fluff, flowers on a first meeting
Square: flowers (C2)
Word count: 505

***

He buys him flowers before he even knows his name and this isn't like Iwaizumi at all. He isn't impulsive or romantic or usually prone to falling for nameless strangers on the street. But he has seen this particular nameless stranger on the same street for days, weeks, months and it takes him everything he has to walk into the nearest flower shop on their shared street and buy the prettiest bouquet he sees on display.

He doesn't even know if he likes flowers.

He waits on the corner of their street where Iwaizumi's workplace, the stranger's house and the flower shop are all lined up in a row and like clockwork the stranger appears in the distance. It is just past six in the morning and the sky is a dreamy, dusty blue, barely awake to witness the meeting of Iwaizumi and the nameless stranger.

The nameless stranger has a dog, an enthusiastic golden retriever, which accompanies him on his morning runs unfailingly, and it notices him before the stranger does, pulling excitedly on its leash and dragging the stranger in Iwaizumi's direction. Iwaizumi gives it a smile because it only seems right and he loves dogs and the stranger comes to a stop before Iwaizumi with a warm smile on his face, approving of Iwaizumi's reaction.

"Hi," the stranger says and even his voice is warm, a low pleasant sound in the early morning hush. "Hinata seems to like you. Do you want to pet him?"

Iwaizumi stoops to run a hand through Hinata's fur and scratch between his ears, acutely aware of the flower bouquet he is holding behind his back. He probably looks vaguely suspicious, as does anyone who hides anything behind their back, and when he straightens up he has a brief moment of uncertainty about this whole flower thing.

"Thank you," Iwaizumi says and his hands obviously have more courage than his heart because he whips the flower bouquet out from behind his back. "These are for you."

The stranger looks confused. "For letting you pet my dog?"

Iwaizumi coughs in embarrassment. "No, um, I work around here and I've seen you around and I was wondering if I could get to know you better? If you're alright with it, that is."

"I've never been hit on at six in the morning before," the stranger says, sounding amused even as a flush spreads across his face. "With flowers, no less."

"It seemed right," Iwaizumi mumbles, feeling his face heat up, probably burning brighter than the stranger's.

The stranger's hand brushes a stray flower poking out of the bouquet, considering. Then he seems to come to a decision, his eyes snapping back up to meet Iwaizumi's gaze decisively. "Alright. Let's give this a try. Hinata seems to like you and he usually has good taste. What's your name?"

"Iwaizumi Hajime," Iwaizumi blurts out quickly, a light emotion, something between hope and disbelief, rising in his chest.

"I'm Sawamura Daichi," the stranger no more says. "It's nice to meet you, Iwaizumi."
ouroboros: (Default)

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, B3, E

[personal profile] ouroboros 2017-06-17 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Jean-Jacques Leroy/Victor Nikiforov
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Alcohol, Questionable Decision Making, Sexuality Crisis
Square: I don't know 'bout me but I know about you
Word Count: 2816

JJ isn't sure if he's into dudes, but he is positive Viktor is. So. Uh. Time to do some experimenting.

***

Read on Ao3 here!
cherrysalmon: (Default)

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, B3, G

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-06-17 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine Daiki/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: sexual content (?)
Other Tags: hydrophobia (maybe?)
Square: behind the bike shed, chain-link fence digging into my back
Word Count: 554

i feel like ive written sth similar before but i tried to go about it a different way...? o)-<

***

「the sea」

the first time ryouta sees daiki he sees the color of the sea, dazzling and distant and far too much for him to handle. it doesn’t even matter what words had come out of his mouth in that instant—no meaning could be ascribed to the emotions he felt upon seeing ball connect with hand and the electricity of their sneakers against the hardwood floor.

a lighthouse, its everlasting flame upon the shore drawing ryouta in from the stormy waters of his mind.

(i had wanted to come in, so badly)

「bedazzled」

the first time they kiss it had been an accident on the stairs; ryouta had been running late, and he’d stumbled into daiki’s unsuspecting arms taking the steps two by two.

as fate would have it—he’d tasted exactly like ryouta had least expected, salt and the remains of the day’s lunch.

(he’s not a romantic—never has been, even if he takes himself to be. that’s daiki’s job to be horrified, after all, but only after an indefinite amount of time and childish petulance has passed.)

the umpteenth time they kiss it’s behind the touou dormitories, behind the rusted chain-link fences that open up to a whole new world to them of deserted courts and little streams. daiki is country child at heart after all, but neither the inquisitive insects or the sweltering heat matter anymore when ryouta’s pressed up against the metal, daiki’s lips on his after a particularly good match.

“you put on enough chapstick for the both of us,” he would say, and ryouta would be inclined to voice his agreement were it not for the hunger compelling him to pull daiki in, pulling at his hair, biting down until he can’t remember where memory stops and fantasies begin—

「torn」

he won’t think of those times that summer when everything had been lost, oh, oh, when the thunder rolled in and stayed and stayed and—

“i’m glad.”

maybe he’d been wrong choosing this path, but well, ryouta’s never been one to dwell on the past. and he’s not wrong, maybe for the other flares in his life, smaller, dimmer, but this—never this.

even if it were to kill both of them basketball is a song with no end and he would not know any other until the heavens come crashing down between them.

(and if we were lonely, we were lonely together.)

「summer」

when graduation comes they take the train south, to get away for a while because that’s all daiki had ever wanted—or so he grumbled, only after kurokocchi and kagamicchi and the rest of them had happily dropped them off at the station without so much as a “can’t i come along too?”

(daiki would’ve said yes eventually, ryouta knows he would’ve, but secretly he’s glad their friends know better.)

they make it as south as atami and because neither of them are the kind to plan ahead, hop out and never look back as soon as they see the signs pointing to the sea.

later, a photograph from behind a fence: walking hand-in-hand along the shore, daiki waving a half-eaten dango in ryouta’s face, ryouta turning towards him to lick the mitarashi sauce off his lips, the chain-linked circles perfectly framing their smiles and the never-ending blue behind.
Edited 2017-06-17 18:32 (UTC)
whimse: (the mountain god and his antenna)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] whimse 2017-06-17 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Jinpachi Toudou/Yuusuke Makishima
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Manga spoilers (past the 2nd day of the 2nd IH)
Other Tags: Toumaki as interpreted by unwitting (or perhaps not) observers

Prompt:
Shuusaku the Hakogaku guys in the "ask me anything about girls" gag† Kinjou
the actual mountain god of Mt. Hakone that poor sap who loaned Toudou a bicycle and jersey so Toudou could bike with Makishima in the middle of the night‡ Toudou's sister (this isn't canon but whatever)
Onoda Fukutomi Toudou's fanclub

† See here and here.
‡ See here. (spoilers for Ride 421)
transmiyuki: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-17 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

steampunk the x files 1930's mobsters
figure drawing model school play bakery
strip club snowed in fake dating

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

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-06-17 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: midorima shintarou &/ takao kazunari
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: little sensation prompts

Prompt:
fluttering eyelashes against skin long sleeves over slender fingers picking out earwax
kitten sneezes leaning in until our foreheads touch fingernails digging into your thighs
head thrown back in laughter tracing the lines on your palm holding onto the back of your shirt

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

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-17 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nene/Koharu
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: will we meet again?
Word Count: 612

***

It feels like they’re almost already gone before graduation. All nine starters had departed from the baseball club in the fall; Nene, too, had resigned as manager officially (in reality, she’s still the one doing the recruiting because Coach knows she will and is too lazy to do it himself; he’ll probably do it himself next year after Izumi’s mother bugs him enough). She stays away from the clubhouse; it feels weird and empty without everyone there, with the resignation that they’re all on their way to some future that, if it’s involved with baseball at all, will be very different.

Koharu’s made her own intentions abundantly clear; she’ll be going back home to catch fish in that seaside town and take care of her sick old father. She’d gotten professional and college interest, but it’s all petered out by now. She stands, staunch, a rock against the sea; she’s played her baseball as herself and now she’s done with that.

Nene wishes she had that kind of confidence in her own direction. She’s thought about becoming some kind of professional sports manager or a manga editor, but the reality of those careers is more grueling than it is worthwhile, and with a degree from an elite high school like Kisaragi the world is Nene’s oyster. She refuses to indulge the stupid fantasies that keep worming their way back into her daydreams, like playing housewife for Koharu. She’d get too bored; Koharu might want to go back and settle down but it’s with her tackle box and her old family home, not with Nene. It might be an easier fantasy to let go if Nene had any idea what else she wanted, but instead her mind is dwelling on this, preventing her from choosing a path. Maybe it’s because there’s safety in dwelling on something you can’t have and might not even want, that you don’t have to fear because it’s make-believe.

Nene puts down business as her field of study, goes to cram school, and tries to make the most out of her remaining time with Koharu. If Koharu notices any extra effort on her part, she doesn’t say.

Graduation is harshly sunny. Next to Nene, Mao is already crying; Nene squeezes her hand and Mao smiles through her tears and that’s what pushes Nene over the edge. She can barely see the student speaker through blurry vision; she barely remembers what happens she’s so preoccupied with trying not to cry.

Koharu waits for her behind the clubhouse, tossing a baseball in her hand, looking like she could go out there and play in her school uniform right now, and Nene wants to cry again. She jumps into Koharu’s arms; Koharu's only half-prepared and she drops the ball onto the grass as Nene kisses her.

“Hey,” says Koharu. “It’s, uh.”

“You’re horrible at this,” Nene sobs. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Hey,” Koharu says. “I’m not going to forget you just like that, you know.”

“Will we meet again?” (Sometimes Nene can’t help emulating the shoujo protagonists she’s spent so much of her life idolizing, even if shoujo protagonists don’t usually have baseball-playing, fishing, girlfriends who are leaving them behind.)

“You know where I live,” says Koharu. “And I wouldn’t mind if you visited. We’ve got manga and baseball; you won’t get too bored.”

Nene wants to roll her eyes, but she can do that from a distance. She can’t hug Koharu again a plane ride away, so she does it again; Koharu’s elbows are pressing against her awkwardly but she doesn’t care right now.

“Of course I’ll come,” says Nene. “Tomorrow, if you want me.”
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A3, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-06-17 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nene/Koharu
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: don't go
Word Count: 701

***

It’s a hell of a lot easier for the chair to get funding for the baseball team this year, so their training camp’s gotten a major upgrade. It’s hard not to be a little nostalgic for the rough outdoors of last year’s camp, but the facilities are supposed to be the premier thing for athletic training or something (Izumi had tried to explain that she’d had something similar for tennis, Ryo and Yoko hanging on her every word, but Koharu had tuned her out). Either way, they’ve got private rooms and weird dietary restrictions, and it’s hard not to be a little skeptical.

At least the weirdness is something Koharu can share with her teammates; even though Ryo’s impressed she’s a little awestruck with strangeness, and it’s been pretty overwhelming for both Mao and Seira. Nene, on the other hand, seems to take it all in stride; her bubbly sense of wonder balances everything out and as she runs around trying to help the freshmen there’s something about it that feels right and good, that this is the same (slightly swankier) Kisaragi team. And they’re still doing the same drills; the field’s a little greener and the dirt’s tamped down just right but they’re still training damn hard (Coach and Nene have apparently decided that since they’re sleeping on these overstuffed mattresses, they can push each other even harder, and there’s a certain logic to that—which would make more sense if Coach did more than lie around and ask Ryo how to get with her mom).

And Koharu and Nene, well. They’ve been this sort of thing for a while, since the off-season, through the school year. It’s mostly been stolen kisses after class, lunchtime out by the clubhouse where they can just be, bumping each other’s shoulders and arguing about pro baseball, Koharu stealing from Nene’s bento. She can’t say she’s not looking forward to this trip for that kind of reason, too, but that soon departs from her mind when she’s so tired after dinner the first day she crawls into bed and can barely wake up, feeling sore and heavy, the next morning.

After a few days she gets used to it, though; her muscles are still protesting and she’s still weary, but it’s the good kind of feeling when she knows she’s going to get results. Already her bat speed’s up; her line drives are going harder and faster; her throws feel good and solid. It’s the same with everyone; Mao had gunned down Seira going for second the other day, and the next time up Seira had beaten her out, running harder and smarter. They’re pushing each other to do better, with Nene as their backbone, coordinating all of their skills and taking them from drill to drill.

Nene’s pretty tired, too; she’s still no baseball player but she’s good enough to demonstrate, and she’s yelling her lungs out every day and taking a microscope to everyone’s stance, swing, throwing motion; she makes the new outfielders do crow’s hops all one afternoon, watching their legs while rattling off instructions about the drop in Seira’s shoulder when she throws and how Kanako’s taking too many shortcuts in the field.

She and Koharu are talking about hitting a curveball all through dinner, and even when it’s over they’re far from finished. Their voices fall softer as they walk through the halls to Koharu’s room, and Koharu pulls it one.

“Come in?”

She doesn’t mean necessarily to do anything but, well, if it happens it happens. They sit down on the bed, Koharu twining Nene’s fingers in hers, continuing to explain the way a curve looks when it’s coming in, the way she swings over it and it seems to bend the light around it. Nene shifts closer, looking into her eyes. Now is the moment in one of Nene’s cheesy comics that the love interest kisses the heroine, and Koharu doesn’t mind playing that kind of role. She pulls back; Nene’s smiling, her legs swinging on the edge of the bed.

“Should I go now?”

“Don’t go. Talk with me more about curveballs.”

It comes out weird, but Nene laughs, not in a bad way. “Sure.”
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PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] transmiyuki 2017-06-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

Be Here Now Forgive Healthy Touch
Worship Hugs Slow Dancing
Positive Affirmations Respect Limits Singing

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FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, B2, G

[personal profile] miyukitty 2017-06-17 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major tags: None
Other tags: mention of alcohol and drinking, all the domestic fluff you can shake a stick at, otp levels of sap
Square: B2 "we make a really good team"
Word count: 753

iwachan is sentimental ~

***

Hajime knew it would be an adjustment to officially move in with Tooru, but he also knew what he was getting into.

They'd been together practically their whole lives, and when were they not sleeping over at each others' houses or crashing on each others' couches? Hajime knew every inch of Tooru; knew how to handle his mood swings and his sleepless nights, knew the way his feet always got cold when he slept so he needed extra blankets, that he needed a solid hour in the bathroom every morning to blow dry and style his hair and if he was running late he would sulk about it for the rest of the day, that he'd rather eat junk food from a convenience store than take the time to cook for himself but he'd eat healthy if someone made it for him, that he needed to be reminded to rest sometimes but he was getting better about it, and more. There was no one in this world who knew Oikawa Tooru better than Iwaizumi Hajime.

The key to their first place together rested heavy and warm in his palm. Hajime couldn't stop staring at it. Tooru had insisted on adding little volleyball keychains to them both right away, so they matched. Issei and Takahiro helped them move all the boxes in, and the four of them sat on the floor that first night with pizza and beers reminiscing for hours about Seijou.

The first week was a whirlwind of kisses and unpacking. Ever the captain, Tooru made a chart with color coded squares organizing what needed to be done as if chores were a training menu. (There was some of that, too – jogging, weight training, a daily workout listed along with all the regular things like washing dishes and taking out the recycling.) He had a roll of sparkly emoji stickers to mark off each accomplishment. Tooru took over all the decorating after a while, claiming he had an eye for aesthetic (and what would his Iwa-chan know about beauty, anyway).

Hajime found it more satisfying to scribble over the completed tasks, although every time he glanced at the chart afterward, his unsightly scribbles were carefully covered up by stickers with judgmental faces.

Their first big fight was about a stupid potted plant. Hajime forgot to water it while Tooru was in Miyagi for the weekend, despite the overly cheerful and demanding list of instructions left for him in his absence. He would have just apologized if Tooru had been understanding, but instead he'd been a petty brat and accused him of killing the plant on purpose, and they were both too pigheaded to let it go for the rest of the week. (The emoji stickers on the chart were quietly replaced with little flower and plant ones.)

When they were younger, they would have solved a spat like that with a punch to the arm and a quick scuffle. It was different now. He hated how quiet the apartment was when Tooru wasn't talking to him. The stalemate finally broke one morning when Hajime admitted over coffee that he hadn't slept well that weekend without Tooru there, and maybe he'd let a few things slide because he missed him. Tooru hugged him, then, and whispered that he'd been so stressed the while time he was away that he blew up over the slightest provocation.

Just like that, the tension between them dissipated as though it had never existed in the first place.

Where Tooru was flighty and spontaneous, Hajime was a creature of habit. It made him happy to cook most nights. He'd learned how from his grandparents, and even when he was younger, found cooking to be calming and methodical. It was a way to unwind after a long day, even on the shoestring budget they were starting out with.

He learned quickly that it was better if he was the one picking up groceries, too: Tooru was an impulse shopper with a sweet tooth who always came home with takeout after work, or more snacks and sugary drinks than were on the list. Hajime blamed his stupid high school fan club that used to ply him with homemade cookies and chocolates; they'd spoiled him, and now he whined any time Hajime tried to make him cut back for the sake of their bills.

Issei and Takahiro had jokingly called them an old married couple, but Hajime couldn't keep the amused smile off his face every time he heard it. He and Tooru were a pretty good team. He wouldn't mind growing old together.