Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe

[referees]

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

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

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

RULES

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

PROMPTING

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


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

FILLING

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

• Prompt squares are labeled as follows:

  A1	B1	C1
  A2	B2	C2
  A3	B3	C3

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

FORMAT

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

Required Work Minimums:

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

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

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

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

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

SCORING

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

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

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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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

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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A2, T

[glassnorouyadeunazuku]

Ship: Oshitari Yuushi/Fuji Syusuke
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: Death
Other Tags: None
Square: square A2
Word Count: 417

Reposting to correct title D=

Title: Poisoned smile

***

His fast steps could be considered a run, the best he could do with the gala clothes he wore. Blindly after the man in front, half of his brain warning it was a trap, but the smiles directed to him and the dance they had shared telling Yuushi all would be fine, that the masked man that picked his curiosity was just another guest and not the killer after his life.

A shout for his name was heard coming from one of the corridors they passed but he did not look back, the silver accessories on the man’s coat keeping his gaze. He would repeat again on his mind and again that this attraction the mindless chase was pure curiosity for the pure smile of this man that invited him to dance and that stole a kiss. A kiss in the middle of their waltz, with all the other guests looks on them, the beautifully decorated room shining while that man smiled at him.

He fixed his glasses in the middle of the fast pacing, he wore them over the mask, a way to make him recognizable. The silver wearer made a turn and entered on a room that Yuushi was sure it should have been locked for the masked gala. It was his music room.

The room was illuminated only by the blue moonlight coming from the large open window on the right side, the smiling man was facing that light in a way it was as attractive as it was scary, his smile brightened by those pale lights and the eyes partially covered by a white mask. Yuushi thought he saw a blue blur on those eyes but it there may have been his imagination.

“How did you know this room was opened?” Yuushi spoke, trying to maintain his smug grin but his lips were lightly trembling.

“Can’t you guess?” The man’s smile turned to him.

Yuushi finally noticed the trembling of his lip had spread to his cheeks, he tried to speak but his throat looked too dry to let any sound escape. His hand went to his neck, trying to spit it out, while the beautiful man in front of him stopped smiling and started removing his mask. Yuushi saw the blue blur again, this time on the form of two deep blue eyes that stared at his soul while his body crumbled to the ground.

The last thing he saw was the silver of the killer’s coat jumping out of the window.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, A1, T

[glassnorouyadeunazuku]

Ship: Oshitari Yuushi/Fuji Syusuke
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: Character Death
Other Tags: None
Square: square A1
Word Count: 426

Reposting to correct title;

Title: His tears.

***

Against everything Yuushi had ever read on his favorite novels it was not raining during this funeral. People were not completely silent, there were no black umbrellas or shy tears. Even he being closely acquainted with the family for a long time, there were many people there he did not know and a small group of familiar faces from his middle-school but he knew they had lost touch with most of them. They had lost touch with each other also but Yuuta’s treatment made them reconnect and everything else after that.

Syusuke strengthened the hold on his hand when Yumiko, started crying once more, he held his lover’s hand while his brain tried to come up with something to say but nothing went out. Syusuke let go of his hand and hugged Yumiko, letting her cry on his shoulder, his expression a complete blank. Yuushi did not remember when was the last time he saw Syusuke smile, maybe it was a few months after they had re encountered, in the corridors of the hospital he worked. Him going to the Neurosurgery area and Syusuke returning from accompanying his brother to oncology. There was a bright smile on that day, a smile that made him invite his old rival out.

Some old face from Hyotei, maybe Shishido, maybe Jirou, touched his shoulder in a pitiful attempt at a goodbye, he just nodded, while his attention was still focused on Syusuke, on Yumiko’s cries and on the grave in front of them.

One by one the guests were leaving, those louder ones he did not know left at start, now only close family left, each of them hugged Syusuke and Yumiko, some shook his hand but most ignored his presence there. Yumiko stopped crying, she had dried all her tears by now, she left with an excuse of having something to pick up on the car. Yuushi knew she just wanted to cry even more but on a place without their gazes on her.

When she left, Syusuke took his hand once more but still did not look at him.

“If there was a way…” Syusuke’s voice was out in a whisper.

“There was no way, everyone and, specially, you, tried everything they could.” Yuushi tried to assure himself while he assured the man he loved.

Syusuke did not speak again until they reached their apartment. The first tears Yuushi saw where cried on that same night, when he hugged Syusuke. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep hugging his lover, his eyes also wet in tears.

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, B3 T

[yrindor]

I don't think I have words to describe just how much I love this fill. I've lost track of how many times I've re-read it at this point, but I know it's at least fifteen. The messed up power dynamics are so well done with Akashi treating the right to hold his hand as a gift he's giving to Kuroko, but then it also gets turned around a bit at the end with Kuroko once again showing he's stronger than he looks and almost breaking Akashi's hand.

And of course there's the self-indulgent side with the piercings in general (I do like the set that Akashi picked out). Though for Kuroko's sake, I hope he manages to get some endorphins kicking in soon, because it's only going to get worse from here, and there are still a lot of holes left to poke.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, B2, M

[glassnorouyadeunazuku]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Oshitari Yuushi
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Ice, bad language
Square: B2
Word Count: 695

Reposting for formatting D=

Title: Predictable Cold

***

"Pick the ice, Atobe" Yuushi’s voice was heard on the kitchen on his apartment

"Why do I need to?"

"Just open the fridge and pick up the damn ice so I can make your strawberry juice"

He did not want to, this entire day he had been doing things he didn’t want. He had not wanted to go greet the golden pair of Seigaku on their marriage, he had not wanted to dance those stupid electronic songs on the party, and he had not wanted to go back to Oshitari’s apartment because somehow today the other man wanted to exercise his culinary skills. They could have just gone to his house, and by now they would be already on his room fucking. Maybe today Oshitari would start on top first, or himself, it did not matter.

And now he was forced to get up from his chair and go to the fridge and pick up some goddamn Ice.

He looked at Yuushi’s back, his hair was tied up but he was still wearing the social pants and the gray social shirt he had wore at the marriage. Atobe liked that, the way his butt looked on those pants was nice.

“The Ice, Atobe! Come on, my hands are full here.”

He murmured a bit in disgust but got up from his place and opened the fridge. Atobe did not take long to find where the Ice form was but removing it from there ended up making two ice fall on the ground, even that small noise attracted the other man’s attention.

“Atobe, please, don't flood my goddamned kitchen.”

“Anh, not my fault that your fridge is not used to Ore-sama’s touch.”

“Now just put the ice on your glass and done the juice is ready!”

Yuushi said still not turning to look at him. He fidgeted a bit with the ice from before finding a way to remove one ice, but he instantly dropped it when the extreme cold reached his fingers.

“Don’t flood my kitchen!”

That last angry shout gave Atobe an idea, an idea to turn that not so nice day into a better time. Picking up one ice cube and holding it between his teeth he got close to Yuushi’s back. The back of his neck would be an amazing spot to try to check the reactions. Putting his hands on the other’s hips, he heard a small complaint but his target was already set and his mouth was oh so close to scoring

The first reaction he got was Yuushi trembling a bit, and then came a moan. Was a really small moan but Atobe heard it what made him move a bit with the ice on the other man’s neck.

“What do you think you are doing, Atobe?” His name was said in a moan. He chuckled on Yuushi’s neck and lost focus for a second, what made him to get pushed back and the ice on his mouth to fall on the kitchen floor.

“You are flooding my kitchen.” Yuushi turned to him and held his arms, he smiled back, knowing he finally had gotten the other’s attention. Now he would have two options, to fall for his tricks and have sex with him, or to argue and then to have sex with him, it was a beautiful plan that somehow always worked with his Okinawan friend.

Yuushi leaned in for a kiss and pushed him a bit more on the counter behind them, where the ice cubes were. The warm lips touched his cold ones and his hands instantly went to his friend’s apron, moving it out of the way so he could open his shirt, the other’s hands were on his hips, pushing his butt firmly against the fitment.

“I had the impression you were not gonna let me cook today, but isn’t ice a bit predictable?” His words were carried with disdain but his eyes showed the desire Atobe needed to see.

Atobe’s hands reached for the ice behind but he touched one of Yuushi’s palms on the way, now as cold as his.

“I thought my idea was predictable, Oshitari.”

“Predictable is not necessarily bad.”

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, B1, T

[glassnorouyadeunazuku]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Oshitari Yuushi
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mirror, shard, maybe a bit based on kagami No naka no Ore
Square: B1
Word Count: 440

Re-posting for formatting

Title: Glass Shard

***

A mirror is only a glass with a metal amalgam in one of it’s sides.

Atobe repeated it loudly in his room while staring at his golden mirror, on the mirror he could only see blue locks and glasses always the same stupid glasses, the closest thing to his hand was his phone, which he trowed in the mirror’s direction and fell back on his bed.

In Yuushi’s eyes, Atobe was the epitome of honesty. He was one of those rare person’s that did exactly what he said he would do, as soon as he could. He always spoke up his opinions and he truly believed he was always doing the right thing, he did not lie to himself or to others. In Yuushi’s eyes, Atobe was naive and honest, the perfect dumb hero figure.

Yuushi cut his finger when he touched the crackle that had opened on his bathroom’s mirror, the red of his blood switched to gold and the red and gold turned on the clothes he liked to wear, his short golden hair and the smirk on his face, the smirk Yuushi liked to turn into a frown.

In Atobe’s eyes, Yuushi was the perfect liar. He was able to switch and lie to everyone around him but to never lie to himself, he smoothed his words and delayed other’s plans in a way his objectives were fulfilled faster. He was able to harbor affection to people and he would only care about those, the rest of humanity was of no consequence to him. In Atobe’s eyes Yuushi was dishonest and cunning, a charming villain.

The former mirror, now a piece of glass, fell to the floor, together with their momentary thoughts. Thoughts blinded by anger and by passion, painting those glass shards with everything they saw as a vice on the other.

Anger in both of them was always fleeting, neither was very spiteful, they got easily hurt but did not cultivate any spite.

Atobe shared his heart with everybody but he was never hurt by people he did not care for, but, by those he truly cared about, anything they said was able to hurt him. He would run away injured and angry everytime it happened.

Yuushi shared his heart with almost no one, he only showed true anger and his despair to those he cared for, and those could easily break him. He would never show them, but they could.

He left the bathroom and went for his home phone.

He got up from bed and picked up his cellphone in the middle of all the former mirror’s shards.

Both re-dialed the first number.

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

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Liu/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: Destiny is cheap
Word Count: 685

***

It makes it worse to say that maybe they just weren’t meant to have this. Tatsuya forgets who volunteers that, one of the other third-years as a balm to the bitterness of defeat; he balls up his fists under the table and no one notices because they’re all crying, all focused on their own insides, their own grief and loss. Basketball is a team sport, but it hurts them all separately; perhaps it’s oddly fitting that after this loss they will go their separate ways. But that’s too much like thinking about fate all over again, and Tatsuya takes another breath.

Wei is looking at him, eyes red and puffy but sharp on the back of his neck; he’d felt Tatsuya’s fist move against his leg and Tatsuya doesn’t feel like explaining. He doesn’t feel like anything, really, other than sending his rage in crashing waves the way he knows he’s not supposed to.

The bus ride back to Akita is quiet, the sound of the tires on asphalt and then, as they go north, salt, preparation for the storm, the hum of the diesel engine. The lights are off; everyone is asleep. Across the aisle from them, Coach’s head is leaning on the window, her suit jacket on the empty seat next to her. She looks worn down but at least she gets another crack at this, more years and more teams and more Winter Cups (more disappointment too, perhaps, so maybe it evens out).

Wei’s hand is on the inside of Tatsuya’s leg, just above his knee. He’s been looking out the window the whole time, letting Tatsuya lean against his shoulder; he turns his head now and looks at Tatsuya’s face.

“What was that about?” he says.

It’s ambiguous enough that Tatsuya has room to deflect if he wants; it’s a courtesy Wei’s been extending him about which Tatsuya feels almost guilty. It’s good to have the room, especially when he’s tired and miserable and the thoughts are careening and bouncing across his mind like pinballs in a machine, rocked from side to side about what he could have done, what he should have done.

“Blaming it all on fate,” says Tatsuya. “I don’t like it.”

Wei lifts his arm, dropping it around Tatsuya’s shoulders and pulling him in against his side, a position all-too-familiar but one that hurts just a little bit; they haven’t officially resigned yet but they’re no longer really captain and vice, first and second.

“Control?” Wei guesses.

“It’s more like…agency. What does anything you or I do matter if we were meant to lose?”

Wei hums; he doesn’t get it, really, but he lets it rest. Tatsuya closes his eyes; he feels the brush of Wei’s lips against his forehead. It doesn’t soften the blow, much. Blaming everything on destiny, sitting in the comfort of being meant for something, is the easy way out, something that eases the blow of bitterness right now. Is it worth the price of denying your own agency, your own efforts? Tatsuya’s never seen the point of it; it always sounds to him like an excuse not to try. It’s so easy to be tempted to give up, to throw everything away, but it cuts deeper and longer, regret burning the smoother scar. Everyone’s dealt a hand, but anyone can bluff their way into house money. Just because someone else has a royal straight flush doesn’t mean they’ll play it right; just because they’re meant to win doesn’t mean they will. Destiny is cheap; victory is expensive, and victory is earned, not predisposed (such a victory would feel mediocre, taste sour on his tongue, not a victory at all because there would be nothing to defeat).

It’s hard to express, hard to think about, even; he ends up going in circles. Fuck fate. This is his defeat, the fall he’s taking. This is his own doing, this moment, the bitter hurt and the steady rise and fall of Wei’s chest, the two of them fitting together like bridge beams. There is no higher power behind this, only them.

FILL: Team Grandstand, C1, T

[geniuskaktus]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Momoshiro Takeshi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mildly canon divergent AU where Momo was sitting in the front of the helicopter instead of the back
Square: Bicycle
Word count: 540

Seeing these prompts with this pairing really made me laugh. It’s awesome! :D

***

Atobe’s helicopter hit some unexpected turbulence, causing Atobe’s pen to fly under the seat. Momo leaned over to grab it, but so did Atobe. Their heads clunked together, hard, so hard Momo had to take a moment to close his eyes. Just as he was beginning to recover, something soft and warm, smelling faintly of limited edition rose apple chapstick pressed briefly to his lips.

At the time he had been positive it was a kiss, but when he opened his eyes Atobe was sitting up straight like nothing happened! It didn’t seem right to ask about it then, seeing as they were supposed to be on their way to rescue Echizen.

A few days passed, and although Momo had started to wonder if the maybe-kiss had been a figment of his wild imagination, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. At night he liked to close his eyes and try to recreate the sensation, imagining Atobe’s lips zeroing in on his. Sometimes their hands were in each other's hair, other times they weren’t wearing shirts... But, something was always missing.

The weekend rolled around and Momo decided to check if the nearby corner store had any of that limited edition rose apple chapstick. He’d only biked a couple blocks when he spotted Atobe walking alone in the scorching summer heat.

“Atobe?” Momo called out, biking over to the curb.

“My servant’s car broke down,” Atobe scowled. Sweat dribbled down his brow, soaking through his nice silken shirt. “Since today’s Sunday, it’s going to take at least 24 hours for someone to take a look at it.” Atobe spat out the word Sunday with such disdain Momo had to wonder.

“What’s worse, now I have to take the commoner’s tube!”

Momo nodded in sympathy, the subway really was a drag on crowded Sunday afternoons. Especially for someone like Atobe, who was probably used to having his own personal seat everywhere he went.

“Hop on,” Momo said, patting the back end of his bike, “I’ll give you a ride to the station.”

Atobe looked offended at the very idea of riding on a man powered vehicle, but seemed to realize he had no other option unless he wanted to walk. With a heavy sigh, Atobe swung a leg over the side of Momo’s bike. As Atobe’s tightened his grip around his middle, Momo felt as if his chest were about to squeeze his heart right out of him.

“Um. The station isn’t far. We’ll be there in like 5 minutes,” Momo sputtered out, trying awkwardly to keep his balance.

The wind billowed, carrying the ever faintest scent of rose apple. Atobe’s shirt rippled against his bare arms, and Momo realized he doesn’t want to stop.

He opened his mouth to say something before they arrived at the station, before Atobe got off and they didn’t run into each other for who knows how long.

But Atobe beat him to it.

“You saved me from walking in this terrible heat. I owe you.”

Momo's heart leapt at Atobe’s words, it wasn’t often Atobe admitted to owing people.

“It’s no biggie,” Momo waved as he casually rode off in the complete wrong direction.

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[tsunderekita]

Ship: Your pick from: Team Karasuno, Team Fukurodani, Team Shiratorizawa, Koganekawa (also a Midousuji is Always Fine)
Fandom: Haikyuu, Yowapeda
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Food, gross

Prompt:

human flavored tofu	potato salad loaf	savory gelatin
ham and bananas hollandaise	long egg	bacon milkshake
soft serve chicken	perfection salad	deep fried cola

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

[greenowl]

Dude you didn't have to hurt me like this 😭

FILL: Team Grandstand, B2, T

[geniuskaktus]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Momoshiro Takeshi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Licking, but only a little bit, CRACK
Square: Hot Air Balloon
Word Count: 849

Fun fact: there really is a hot air balloon restaurant
***

After Momo heroically saved Atobe from having to walk to the subway station in the blistering heat, Atobe decided the only way to properly thank him would be with with a decadent 5 course meal.

In his hot air balloon.

Momo had only seen hot air balloons in pictures and had imagined riding in one would be purely exhilarating. Something akin to blasting off in a rocketship or reverse skydiving. In reality, the ascent was more like being in a slow, open air elevator. He could hardly tell they were moving until he looked down and everything looked tons smaller, like a model lego set.

Atobe led Momo to a small stand up bar at the edge of the balloon basket, while his personal chef got straight to work preparing their dishes using excess heat from the balloon burner. Atobe had explained beforehand that they would have to stand and eat their food; if they sat down they wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate the beautiful scenery.

Before long Atobe’s chef brought out two teacups of soup and placed them on the bar.

This is too small! It better not count as part of my 5 course meal, Momo thought, drinking the soup up in one single gulp. Meanwhile, Atobe was eating his soup very gentleman-like with a dainty little spoon.

The chef cleared away their teacups and promptly brought out the 2nd course, salad, which didn’t look much like a salad to Momo. Where was the lettuce? This so-called ‘salad’ only had cheese, a slice of tomato, and a leaf. Momo didn’t know if he was supposed to eat the leaf or if it was just decoration, so he eyed Atobe carefully out of his peripheral.

Not only did Atobe eat the leaf, but he cut up the salad into smaller pieces with his fork and knife! Momo followed suit. Although the leaf was difficult to skew onto his fork, so, when Atobe and the chef weren’t looking, Momo quickly picked it up with his fingers and ate it.

“I had my chef prepare the appetizer with you especially in mind,” Atobe grinned as the chef set down two golf ball sized burgers.

Momo was about to plop it in his mouth with his fingers when he spotted Atobe-- cutting it with his knife and fork!

Why?

Why was all the food so small? Was this some kind of practical joke?

That’s when Momo remembered something he once heard Inui say, that the price of food negatively correlates with it’s portion size. Or, in other words, the more expensive the meal, the smaller the plate.

This was a disaster! He should have asked Atobe for 5 meals, instead of one measly 5 course meal!

The chef cleared away their plates and utensils, setting down a slightly larger fork. Momo got his hopes up that the next course would also be slightly bigger.

But he was wrong.

The chef returned, serving them both what was probably the world’s tiniest steak. It was small enough to fit between two normal sized hamburger buns. It was in that moment Momo decided he could do without the frivolities of finer food and had best stick to his main staples from now on.

For dessert, the chef set down one pot of chocolate sauce and about 10 or so skewers accompanied by various assortment of items to dip in the chocolate.

“Allow me to show you my fondue dipping prowess!” Atobe said, swirling a strawberry around in the chocolate.

Momo’s stomach rumbled as he watched Atobe eat his chocolate covered strawberry. He couldn’t wait to try it for himself. He grabbed a skewered piece of cheesecake and swirled it around in the chocolate. But when he took it out, the chocolate dripped all over the table, all over him, and even a little on the floor.

Momo quickly licked the chocolate off his fingers before remembering he was at a nice ‘restaurant.’

“You got some on me too,” Atobe said, splaying his chocolate drizzled hand in Momo’s face.

“Uhhh, sorry!” Momo said, tossing Atobe his gently used napkin.

But the napkin just fell to the floor as Atobe took one step closer, shaking his head.

“No, I want to try the commoner’s way.” Atobe nudged Momo’s mouth with his hand.

Momo tentatively licked the tip of Atobe’s pointer finger, glancing around to make sure the chef’s back was turned before taking the entire finger in his mouth. Momo sucked gently, not wanting to miss a spot of chocolate remnants as his tongue twirled over each of Atobe’s calloused fingers.

Once Momo was finished, Atobe gestured to his neck. “There’s some here.”

Momo licked away the drip of chocolate.

“And here,” Atobe pointed to a spot on his upper lip.

Heart pounding, Momo could feel the blood rush to his face. If he licked him there it would be like they were kissing!

“Master Keigo!” The chef’s exasperated voice cut them off. “Just use your napkin!”

“Looks like we’ll have to continue this another time,” Atobe whispered as they exited the hot air balloon.

FILL: Team Grandstand, C3, G

[rielity]

Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: NONE
Other Tags: mixed media, established relationship
Square: Epistolatory Fic: Emails/Letters/Etc. (C3)
Word Count: 405 (inclusive of text in image)

Click on the images for the full-sized version!

***

“Hey, what’s this?” Tetsurou asks, pulling out a small chest from the box he’s just unsealed. For its size it’s heavy, a heavy metal clasp holding it closed, but it’s not locked - he opens it to check its contents, just as Morisuke turns around to squint at him from the other side of the room stacked with half-open boxes.

“Don’t touch that,” Morisuke says, voice suddenly an octave higher than usual, tight with some emotion Tetsurou has hardly ever heard before. “Kuroo.”

His warning is too late - Tetsurou’s already seen the inside. It’s full of notebooks and paper. Sitting at the top is a single envelope, creased and wrinkled, slightly yellowed around the edges. He pulls it out, ignoring Morisuke’s indignant yelp and the way the other practically sprints the few paces across the room to grab at him.

Tetsurou’s name is written on it. The scrawl, he recognises as Morisuke’s handwriting from their high school days.

“What’s this? It’s addressed to me,” he says, but doesn’t make to open it. If Morisuke does protest, then he won’t. Curiousity may be getting the better of him, but he’s not about to intrude on his boyfriend’s secrets either.

A heartbeat of silence, then a resigned cluck of a tongue.

“You can open it, I guess.”




He’s read it three times over before Morisuke finally says, “I meant to give that to you on graduation day.”

He looks over at Morisuke, who’s biting his lip and glaring a little at him. It’s out of embarrassment, Tetsurou knows. Wait, wasn’t graduation day -

Understanding dawns, and he feels his mouth pull into a smile. “You’re saying you wanted to confess to me, but I confessed first.”

Morisuke flushes scarlet.

FILL: Team Grandstand, A3, T

[geniuskaktus]

Ship: Atobe Keigo/Momoshiro Takeshi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Underage driving
Square: Car
Word Count: 597

Thanks for the nice prompts <3

***

Tuesday morning Momo turned on his phone to find he had a couple of unread texts from Atobe:

I bought Sebastian, my personal servant, a new car.
It’s a next year’s model.
I’ll take you for a new spin after school tomorrow.

When Atobe texted ‘take you for a spin,’ Momo had assumed Atobe’s servant would be the one behind the wheel. So, he was naturally quite shocked to see Atobe in the driver’s seat. Atobe was still only 15, what business did he have driving? But then, Momo remembered Atobe piloted a helicopter and even got to school by hang gliding on occasion. Driving a car was probably child’s play for a him.

The door to the passenger’s side opened automatically and Atobe beckoned him inside.

“You have permission to drive this?” Momo asked.

“Permission? I have the receipt!” Atobe loftily waved a piece of paper in Momo’s face. The amount was more than Momo would likely make in his entire life.

*

Atobe didn’t suck at driving, but he wasn’t exactly what Momo would call an expert. As soon as they got out of the narrow neighborhood streets, Atobe slammed his foot on the gas and zipped down the road at full speed.

“This car can go over 350 kilometers per hour!” Atobe boasted, darting in and out of the lanes, always trying to be first in line for the red light.

“Woah.” Momo said, torn between thinking Atobe was really really cool and feeling as if he might die.

“Don’t worry. I’m in complete control,” Atobe assured him. “I know exactly what all the cars are about to do because of my insight.”

And, for a couple seconds, Momo felt confident Atobe was in control. All up until another car dashed into their lane, causing Atobe to slam hard on the brakes.

“He changed his mind out of nowhere!”

“I think we should pull over,” Momo choked out.

Atobe noticed Momo was looking a little green, so he brought his speed down a couple notches and pulled into a semi-vacant lot. Momo had better not toss his cookies in Atobe’s servant’s new car!

“Perhaps I was trying a little too hard to impress you,” Atobe said as he put the car in park.

“Impress me? Why me?”

“I admire your simple nature.”

It felt almost like a backhanded compliment, but Momo jumped at the chance to lean over and plant a kiss on Atobe’s lips. Atobe kissed him back, tongue traveling around in Momo’s mouth. Lips still locked, Momo fondled Atobe’s chest hair under his shirt, while Atobe seemed to be aiming to rip Momo’s shirt right off.

Just as Momo tossed his shirt in in the back seat, there was a soft tap at the driver’s window.

“Master Keigo!”

It was Atobe’s personal servant, Sebastian!

“Damn it! I forgot to turn off the gps!”

“Master Keigo! Open the door this instant!” Sebastian kept rapping on the window pane, until Atobe opened the door. Momo’s shirt was still trapped somewhere in the back, so he just sat there awkwardly half dressed as Atobe opened the front door.

“Sebastian, please don’t tell my father,” Atobe pleaded, which made him look more his age than Momo thought possible.

Fine, but I’m taking away your transportation privileges for the month. No boat sailing, helicopter piloting, and definitely no being a passenger in my car.”

“No hang-gliding either.” Sebastian quickly added.

“Then that means…”

“You’re only allowed to take the commoner’s tube, bus, or bicycle, just like all the other youths your age.”

Momo’s ears perked up at the word bicycle and he gave Atobe a subtle wink.

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, B2 T

[yrindor]

I love this whole emperor-slave AU you've been creating, and what happens to the KnB power dynamics when they get pulled into a setting where Akashi has a lot more power and authority than he does on a high school basketball team. There's a really nice tension between the softness of the moment, the terrible things Kuroko has endured before, and also the knowledge of what's to come (which Akashi sees as a gift, but Kuroko sees as something unwanted (and yet another reminder that his body isn't his own)). Kuroko wanting to flinch at the reminder of Hanamiya, but trying not to for Akashi is also a very nice addition (especially with the underlying implication that what Akashi would do if disturbed is worse than the memory of what Hanamiya has done). Thank you for this lovely fill!

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

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, implied break-up, poetry fill
Square: here's to my belief
Word Count: 20 lines


***


here's to us,
broken and ruined
gone.
for good.

here's to you,
you and your belief
that it's okay to let go
like we were nothing to begin with.

maybe it wasn't.
maybe you never thought
this was worth anything.
that we were.

(but i did.
i thought that more than anything.)

and here's to me.
for falling.
for my stupid belief
that i could ever hope for more than what we got.

(i wish i could say
i still do.)

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, A2, T

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Wei Liu/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: bodily fluids (blood), death (reanimated dead people?), body horror,
Other Tags: rot and decay (potentially)
Square: vampire au
Word Count: 494

domestic intercultural vampire life

***

It’s nice that they can stay up together throughout night, unlike all the others Tatsuya had encountered in the past.

(Although Wei is always quick to correct any mutual friends when someone says the v word around him, it’s not exactly a false statement. Tatsuya isn’t usually one to tease him on semantics, but—well.)

“I’m home.”

“Hey.”

Wei waves to him lazily from the couch, which he takes up the entirety of. His laptop’s open, playing some Chinese gaming show that Tatsuya’s glanced at a few times but could never tell what’s going on. It’s just beginning to get light outside—the shift at the hospital today had been tiring, but at least Tatsuya had gotten something out of it.

He takes out the blood bags from the cooler and walks into the kitchen.

“Can you get me some water?”

“Yeah, sure.”

The bags go into the fridge, and Tatsuya reaches for a glass from the dish rack. He’s got a moderately well-stocked supply of nutrition now, though Tatsuya—some baser part of him—still would not say no anyone if they offered themselves up.

Though that’s not something Wei can help him with. When Tatsuya brings him the water, setting it down on the table beside the laptop, he feels an insistent tug at his shirt hem. “Yes?”

“Wanna watch with me?”

“You don’t seem like you’ve eaten yet,” Tatsuya says, sitting down next to—well, on top of, considering the size of the couch—him, a hand resting on Wei’s knee. Skin against skin, Tatsuya’s unnatural coolness against Wei’s clamminess, especially telling now that Tatsuya can tell nothing’s gone to his stomach in a while. Ever since Tatsuya had started getting busy again, in fact. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Wei shakes his head. Even after so long (a good few months, mere drops in the bucket of the time they would have together) Tatsuya still doesn’t quite get how jiangshi work. The rules are easy enough for Tatsuya’s kind: avoid the sunlight, avoid the pointy ends of sticks, take blood whenever they can and need. He can readily pass as human at night, especially after a good feeding to give him the radiant glow of almost-but-not-quite-alive.

One look and Tatsuya can tell Wei misses being outside, much more than he’s hungry. “We should go out tonight. It’s the holidays, there aren’t that many people around to see.”

(Even after he is done feeding, Wei’s condition stays the same, just with more control of his body. It makes their makeouts a little awkward otherwise, but Tatsuya has done more for less. Much more, in fact, that he finds it a little endearing when he arrives home to see Wei shuffling around in the kitchen to prepare something for him.)

Wei sighs, looking at him with a wry smile. “Yeah, good idea.”

Tatsuya leans over, but it is Wei who pulls him down, stiff joints be damned, any mentions of food and the video promptly forgotten.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, A2, G

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, post-break-up, poetry fill
Square: here's to your emptiness
Word Count: 24 lines


***

there's a gap
in my life and in my heart,
you're meant to fill
that you did

but not anymore.
not now.

your absence,
you leaving
once, it felt like a joke
a game we'd play.

at first,
i thought you might come back.
you'd fit right where you once did.
we'd repair the tiny cracks together.

(you didn't.)

later,
the emptiness,
the space you'd left
became impossible to ignore.

pretending it didn't exist
that was the easy part.
trying to fill the hole, the space
you left in my heart?

i'm still trying.

Fill: team otabek altin/yuri plisetsky, B2, G

[marks]

Ship: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: None
Other tags: None
Square: “It’s two sugars, right?”
Word count: 718

sorry about the tooth-rotting fluff. while this is definitely a coffee shop, it's only sort of an AU.

***

Yamaguchi waited at the end of the counter for his order, studying the floor because the hot barista was in today. Actually, this store had an unreasonably high number of hot baristas working there, both women and men, and it was kind of a bisexual minefield. Maybe beautiful people always flocked together like birds. Of course, Yamaguchi really had no idea. But this one barista was the hottest of the hot. Blond, tall, glasses, a permanent expression that looked like everyone in the world was beneath him, and somehow unfailingly polite with the customers, even when he was acting like they weren't worth his time. He was completely and totally Yamaguchi's type. He'd had a weakness for blonds for as long as he could remember.

"It's two sugars, right?" hottest barista asked as he poured Yamaguchi's coffee. Yamaguchi nodded. "Good. I hate getting orders wrong and you never get the same thing twice." Hot barista had never said so many words in a row to him.

"Is that unusual?" Yamaguchi asked.

"Most people have regular orders."

"Oh." Yamaguchi scratched the back of his head. "I guess I'm just kind of indecisive, you know?"

"No." The barista handed Yamaguchi his coffee. "But you were always like that."

Yamaguchi shot him a confused look. "What?"

The barista laughed and crap, he looked even hotter when he smiled. "Oh, wow," he said and shook his head. "I wasn't sure at first if you were you, but I figured it out eventually. You really don't recognize me, do you? I suppose it has been a while." Hot barista dug into his apron and pulled out the nametag he was supposed to wear, but never did, at least not whenever Yamaguchi went looking. It read Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi's mouth gaped like a fish's – which was good because he felt as gutted as one.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi said, and the barista smiled again.

"It's been a long time since anyone's called me that."

Tsukishima had been Yamaguchi's best friend in fifth grade. His big brother had taught them both volleyball, and that was when Yamaguchi had gotten hooked. He still played casually, even with his university schedule. But right before sixth, Tsukishima's dad got a transfer to another prefecture for a better position with more money, and the whole family had moved, even though his older brother played for a powerhouse and was going into his last year in high school.

For a little while, they kept in touch, Yamaguchi drinking the stories of Tsukishima getting to see his big brother play games at his new school as a regular, but they were twelve and twelve year olds were really bad at keeping up communication. Yamaguchi thought of Tsukishima sometimes – a lot, really – but he was twenty now and hadn't seen him in eight years. He also hadn't thought he'd turn into the hottest guy he'd ever seen.

"I can't believe it's you!" Yamaguchi said eventually, once his tongue untied itself. "Would you, I don't know, want to go somewhere after your shift and catch up?"

"Tsukishima, there's like eight orders waiting," the cashier interrupted impatiently.

"Shut up," Tsukishima told him pleasantly. "Anything but coffee," he said to Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi nodded and grinned. "Of course. How about dinner then? A movie? Or both! Both is good."

"That sounds like you're asking me out on a date," Tsukishima said. He didn't sound too upset about that idea.

Yamaguchi shrugged and sipped his coffee. "So what if I am?"

"So the answer's yes. Meet me back here in two hours."

Tsukishima turned to start on the orders of the angry, decaffeinated people who were closing in all around Yamaguchi. He pushed his way through the crowd, pausing at the door to look back at Tsukishima, who was looking back at him, a blush high on his cheeks and the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Now Yamaguchi could see the Tsukki from years ago, didn't understand how he'd missed it before even. When he finally got outside to take a breath of fresh air, he realized how hard his heart was pounding because he couldn't wait for them to catch up. He also couldn't wait to see what the future held.

This was going to be a long two hours.

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Isashiki Jun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: pitcher and catcher chrisjun :3 ur welc

Prompt:

the distance between mound and home plate	trust	injury
aiming for the world	communication between battery partners	off day
establishing signs	koushien	no practice days

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

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Liu/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: I know you're here to spy on our secret evil organization im actually tired of being here lets take em down from within
Word Count: 707

***

There’s no mistaking that this is Liu’s target. Bangs over his left eye, drop-dead gorgeous, smirk on his lips, the right height and weight. He doesn’t look much like a higher-up in a terror organization, but that’s perhaps what makes Himuro so effective, a silent killer, evil disguised as sweetness. Liu tells himself not to look to hard, that it will give him away, but he still ends up looking a little too long. Himuro meets his gaze, steady and appraising. The smile spreads on his face; he flicks an eyebrow as if he like what he sees. Liu swallows. He’d been sent here to destroy the organization from within, point a gun at this man’s heart, not to flirt with him.

Then again, honey traps can be quite effective, and even though that’s not part of Liu’s plan it might be a quicker way than trying to work his way up. He’s just got to work his way into Himuro’s bed, skip the sweet-talk part (because he’s always been too blunt to get information out that way) and show the weapons, get him to spill and go in for the kill. With someone like Himuro, it’s never that simple, but Liu will make it work.

“Liu Wei,” says the chief, Okamura, a brawny man with a beard who bears an uncanny resemblance to a gorilla. “Police defector.”

Himuro’s whole body shifts; Liu steadies his gaze. “That’s right.”

“Don’t think I’ll trust you right away just so you can go ratting out all of our secrets to your police buddies.”

“What police buddies?” says Liu.

“He’s got a point,” says another man (Fukui, if the piles of information Liu had been given are correct). “Swapped partners three times. Had a nasty exit.”

(The exit was part of the setup; the partners who’d quit and retired were accidental but what led him to be chosen for this operation in the first place.)

Both Okamura and Fukui are peering at Liu now; Himuro remains placid.

“Show him the ropes,” Fukui says, pushing him over to Himuro.

Himuro is as gracious and charming as he is attractive, and Liu feels himself loosening, opening up just a little bit. The stakes are still high, but he might as well try to have some fun and flirt back. He finds, soon, that he likes hearing Himuro’s laugh, and even when he’s trying to dig out useful information (or something that might lead to it) sometimes he finds himself putting in an aside or diverting the subject, just a little, to make him do it. It helps the ruse; Liu reminds himself of that seemingly more and more each day.

He’s the one who invites Himuro back to his own room, weeks later. It’s bugged; he knows that much, but he can get them where they’re out of view of the cameras, for the most part, and where the sound of their voices carry less to the mics, make it look like an accident. Even if showing this would give them more of a reason to trust him, they still know it’s going on. But this is too much to show them, too much to let them have it.

“You’re not subtle at all,” Himuro says, lying on top of his chest after, and Liu tries to slow his pounding heart by telling himself Himuro’s talking about the flirting. “How long are you planning on staying before you give it all away?”

He’s not.

Himuro looks at him carefully. He’s been talking low enough that the microphones probably haven’t picked him up, unless he’s got one implanted in his body without a scar (or unless that other eye is one giant camera).

“I don’t know,” Liu says.

“I know you’ve got a bad track record, but are you looking for a partner?”

“What do you mean?”

Himuro shrugs. “I’m sick of the way things are here. I’ll help you take it down.”

It doesn’t sound like the truth, but Liu’s too unsure, wants it to be true so badly (fantasies of running away with Himuro are now trying to wrench their way through the door to his mind).

“Deal,” says Liu, pulling Himuro in for another kiss.

Himuro doesn’t object.

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, C2, G

[winterstuck]

one day maybe it'll get as popular as kuroko haha~

no one is prepared for robo tbqh

omggggg i can almost see tomoya's hilarious reaction faces can you imagine if this rumor gets big enough that youzan gets asked on live television in an interview about it pfttttttttttttt

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, A3, T

[winterstuck]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

both of them still being hung up on one another and falling back into old habits, how is this so short yet still seemingly so long??? thank you this was a great read~

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, A1, T

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: slight canon divergence (or a missing scene type thing, i guess), pre-relationship, mentions of injury/hiding an injury
Square: don't fall down (i'm not the ground)
Word Count: 834

at this rate i'm gonna black out your whole card rip

***


"hey."

kazuya looks up to find youichi standing in his doorway, leaning against it, and waiting to be acknowledged, invited inside.

"you rang?" kazuya grins, leaning back from where he'd been seated on his bed, careful not to give any signs of the painful ache in his side away. he doesn't want youichi to see. doesn't want anyone to know, really, so he'll hide it as best as he can.

youichi takes him leaning back and setting the notes he'd been looking over aside as his invitation to come inside and shut the door, takes it as his chance to sit next to kazuya on the bed. "yeah... i did."

he doesn't say anything after that. just looks. looks and keeps looking at kazuya, his eyes checking him over.

"did you come here just to stare at me?"

youichi's eyes dart away from his, as he mumbles, "sure. because i enjoy torturing myself."

"uncalled for." youichi's usually a lot easier to embarrass and get a reaction out of. no fair.

"you set yourself up for it."

(normally, this is how a scene like this would go:

they'd throw joking insults and teasing words at each other, back and forth for x amount of time. they'd laugh, because after a certain amount of time in a comeback war, their comments to each other become stupider and stupider, more hilarious than when they'd started as they're struggling to keep this game up.

youichi might push kazuya's shoulder or kick his thigh, punch his arm. some sort of physical gesture to indicate his exaggerated annoyance, but also demonstrate their closeness. kazuya might kick youichi so he falls off the edge of the bed, ending their 'conversation' with them both on the floor, then, as youichi drags kazuya down with him, laughing loudly.)

but not tonight.

kazuya keeps his hands away from youichi, and youichi doesn't seem to be initiating any type of touch at the moment, besides the closeness of how they're sitting. his reasoning for being careful tonight so not to aggravate and reveal his injury, might be different from whatever youichi's thinking. maybe it's nerves. maybe he wants to have a serious conversation before the match tomorrow--captain to vice-captain.

(it's more like best friend to best friend, but neither of them readily admit that.)

"wanted to see how you're doin'," youichi finally mumbles, eyes on kazuya again.

"me?"

youichi sighs, and for once, kazuya can't tell if it's with practiced annoyance or something more real--worry, concern. "yes, you. you're the only one who took a hit like that today."

he pauses. answering right away would seem too dismissive--like he's trying to hide something. (which is exactly what he's trying to do, so he doesn't want to give himself away.) acting like he's taking a moment to consider is better. so he answers, slow, "i'm good."

youichi doesn't look convinced. "you sure?"

youichi always seems to work his way through kazuya's calculations, his actions he presents for everyone else's eyes. it's terrifying. no one's been able to do that before.

"does this look like a face that would lie?"

youichi snorts. "don't even get me started."

"you're two for two in hurting my feelings tonight, kuramochi. are you going to take responsibility when my heart breaks?"

"hell no." he reaches out, not very far due to the minimal distance between them, looks like he wants to touch kazuya. like he wants to press his fingers to his side, to check and see for himself--real proof--rather than just play a guessing game about kazuya's injury. and kazuya's torn between wanting youichi to touch him and not wanting him to find out. makes it easier if he doesn't know...

youichi doesn't touch him. at least, he doesn't touch kazuya's side. he settles for resting his hand near kazuya's, instead. close enough that their fingers brush, brush and curl together.

"okay," youichi says, but he doesn't sound completely satisfied. "please don't do anything to hurt yourself worse tomorrow. i don't..."

ah... so he does know. kazuya isn't surprised, honestly. but youichi's taking a different approach than telling him off for hiding it, than wanting him to admit it. he's being careful, hinting that he understands, but also telling kazuya that he'll be watching, that he'll have his eyes on him to make sure he's alright. to make sure he doesn't fall and make this worse than it already is.

well, maybe youichi doesn't want to admit that's not much different than a normal day, but kazuya knows youichi always seems to be looking at him.

but he doesn't say so, only looks down at his lap, directing a small smile at it as he says, "don't think i'll let that keep me down."

"you'd better not."

he's not down and out yet, after all. and he won't let himself fall down without putting up a fight until the very end. kazuya knows it. youichi knows it. he won't let himself quit so long as the team still needs him.

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, C2, G

[earlgrey_milktea]

gosh i love this so much, i love how you write them, there's always this sort of... tender, ethereal quality, like there's so much unsaid but if spoken out loud it might ruin the quiet softness between them... your imagery is so vivid, i love that, i can see teikou's gates and i can see how much time has changed them, i can see how deeply teikou has affected them... quiet introspective kise is my fave kise, and watching him through kuroko's eyes gives me such Tender Feelings towards this boy...
"Those battle lines, those assurances they threw about so callously, filled to the brim with youth wasted on the young. A hollow gash of an old scar that never healed right." i love this part, i love the words you chose to use here, it's so. idk i have no words, it just struck me in all the right places
how brightly glowing and warm kuroko sees kise, hnnn and the end, the "We have time now" i'm yelling!!!!!!

thank u so much for this fill, it's so beautiful

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[chromatic_coma]

I'm so, so glad you liked it!!

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[kiwiaste]

just the prompt alone have me in stitches, bless