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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

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

An oldie but a goodie—in this round, we draw inspiration from famous words said by other people.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
- The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
Remember to 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)
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. (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.) <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>	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] 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!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <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>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"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ 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, [RATING] 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!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <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>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"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ 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.

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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 each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

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First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each

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Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 403

***

Tatsuya can’t believe it sometimes, a lot of the time, really. Why should he have gotten this chance? It had felt like he’d used up all of his options on love, burned all of his bridges before he’d even hit seventeen, and yeah life isn’t fair but that doesn’t mean it’s ever going to be unfair in his favor. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel guilty when he gets something he knows he doesn’t deserve, like this, at first.

“Stop it,” Atsushi had said, kissing away the neutral expression on his face. “Who cares about that?”

Tatsuya does; the world has always been unfairly divided, and why should he be the one who gets more chances here? Why should he be the one who keeps hurting the people who love him and get something clean, something where after punches and arguments and unhealthy one-sided competition, Atsushi still loves him, still wants him like this? And yet, he wants; he wants Atsushi; he wants those warm hands cupping his hipbones, the slow kiss tasting of processed sugar, the warm way Atsushi smiles at him, the weight of Atsushi draped over his shoulders, reading the book Tatsuya’s reading at twice the speed. He tries not to say how broken he is, until he does, until he feels too bad, until Atsushi stops him, finger to his lips.

“Don’t say that shit about yourself.”

How can he believe it’s not true?

This used to be the kind of dream he’d fall asleep waiting for, where his faults were forgivable, or not there at all, where someone could see him as better than he is, where they could love that. Where he could forget about all the things that are still so wrong with him and fall asleep nestled close to Atsushi’s chest, only he doesn’t want to fall asleep.

This reality truly is better than dreams, and sometimes Tatsuya doesn’t believe it. But it’s grounded by their differences, by their fights, the twisting rough road of their relationship, the wars of passive-aggressiveness they get locked into until they’re too sick of that to keep going, until Atsushi captures his hands, his mouth, until he kisses Tatsuya so hard that he has to believe it.

Maybe this will all fall away, as transient as a very long dream. Maybe this isn’t forever, but by some strength of will, somehow, Atsushi’s made Tatsuya believe it can.

this was really sweet- the list form works really well and the last one is great

Ship: Aomine/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 403

***

Aomine’s got no rivals, no peers, when it comes to himself. He knows that all too well, like the lines in his palm, when he falls into another universe, a mirror of this one. In this one there’s the same house with the same front door key; the him who lives here keeps his bed the exact same way (or maybe there’s a different inhabitant, some other kid, born differently, but Aomine doubts that, especially when he reaches under the pillow and finds the same gravure that’s under his own pillow). He falls asleep in the bed, and wakes up to a dark sky and rustling around him.

“Oh, you’re awake,” says the other him, from the other side of the bed, gravure magazine flipped open. “You didn’t jerk off in my bed, did you?”

“It’s my bed, too, asshole,” says Aomine.

He looks at the magazine, then at his other self’s face. “I could get you, though, if you get me.”

The expression on his other self’s face turns to a grin. “Sure.”

He knows himself well, feelings, thoughts, body. He’s never come this quickly when he jerks himself off; he’s never felt this warm with just the body he’s inhabiting as he does now, the covers pulled up on top of both of them, Aomine and his other self. It’s hard to misunderstand one’s own self, Aomine supposes, even if he’s different, even if things here are different in some way. He wakes up in a bed with only himself, no dent in the blankets from another occupant.

The only one who can beat Aomine is Aomine, and the only one who can love Aomine is Aomine. Sure, there are times when he hates himself, when he looks in the mirror and looks away, when he doesn’t want to be like this, the way he’s made himself, the way the world has made him. But there are more times when he falls into bed with a person who looks and acts and thinks the same as he does, who falls asleep in nothing but socks, who drools in the same spot on the pillow, who hugs him when he needs it but doesn’t want to ask, doesn’t want to admit it, when both of them need it. It’s like getting caught in a rough surf, the waves washing over and around him. (The only one who gets him is him, too.)

Ship: Aomine/Murasakibara
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 406

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/67351.html

Ship: Teshima Junta/Manami Sangaku
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Manami's the only one who gets Teshima's humor

***

DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE

she has to learn a language somehow ;>
thank you!!

AAAA IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT :>>> and yeah, hiruma tries not to mention musashi period so like, having agon to also scream about him is so good for him? but also they're just awful?! i Feel you

Ship: Murasakibara & Midorima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 401

***

Bad things are unavoidable, even when you follow Oha-Asa completely. You can do everything humanly possible and still come out on the bottom; even the luckiest and the strongest people get sick, lose loved ones, die someday. They are all dragged toward the center of the drain like roaches caught in a bathtub, and they’ll all get whipped around and hit by the water. At least Midorima’s got a usual companion in his suffering, although he’d prefer, especially when bad things happen to him, that they don’t happen to Murasakibara.

It had been like that in middle school, the whole team, the two of them and Akashi and Aomine and Kise and Momoi and Kuroko and Coach Shirogane, even Haizaki to an extent. Yes, much of this had been their own making, pushing and pulling from one or two in the wrong direction or too carelessly. It had been unavoidable, all of them breaking through, but they had. They had suffered, though it all gets laughed off by people outside the situation (oh, yes, they say, unbearable talent, what a trial to have undergone). Of course it could have been worse, but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t been bad, that it hadn’t felt like a wrenching from deep inside Midorima, taking out all the things he had so carefully gathered in his arms.

There had been less major things to suffer through, moving to a new country, several time zones away from each other but talking on the phone, meeting up when they’d been in the same city, both of them looking for a bit of home in each other, the years they’d spent in some form of shared experience, the same language, the same knowledge of each other. There had been the playoff losses, tough to swallow, tougher to stomach, like giant pills of poison they could not rid themselves of.

And there is this, this mutual injury, Murasakibara’s shoulder and Midorima’s torn ACL, the surgery they’ll both have tomorrow, the team trainer who’s getting them both home, back to their shared apartment where they’ll argue over the television because they can’t work out, where they’ll sulk because they can’t play, where the end of next October feels like a lifetime away, the start of a new season, new pins and stitches holding their bodies together. But as long as it’s the two of them, they can handle it.

THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL FILL, I DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE AT LEAST 4 TIMES ALREADY

Yes, I buy this completely. Thank you for the fill. <3

This is so sweet that it gave me diabetes??? Thanks 😍

Hanamiya as a cagefighter! He's living the dream, isn't he? 😂

Also I like the idea of a slightly seedy Imayoshi coming to see him. Just looking out for his favorite kouhai, really 💅🏾

i'm yelling, damien this is the manamido of my DREAMS?? they are just... startlingly gentle to each other and it is making my heart hurt. of course midousuji understands this horrifying angel boy. and a proof of love that no metal detector or surgeon will ever make him remove - i'm so weak to romantic scarification how could you do this ;o; thank you for filling!!!!!!

Oooh, thank you for writing me Riki/Kiyoshi! I appreciate it. :3

I'm sure they'll be reunited soon. ❤️

I, a disinterested stranger, approve of this message.

Ship: Aomine & Momoi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 411

***

Daiki wears shorts a lot, even when the weather isn’t quite appropriate. Satsuki’s first thought is that it’s unfair; her parents make her swap out her own shorts and short skirts over bare legs for pants and thick stockings as soon as they see the first red leaf in the fall. The second is, why does he? Even in the summer it’s occasionally cool enough for something longer, and even when they’re playing basketball they don’t have to wear shorts.

“Why do you wear shorts so much?” she asks.

“I like shorts! They’re comfy and easy to wear,” says Daiki.

Satsuki supposes he’s got a point. They’re easier to pull on than something longer; he’s a boy so he doesn’t have to wear skirts but they’re usually more trouble than they’re worth, blowing up and earning Satsuki a scolding from her parents to be more careful not to show her underwear to the world. Shorts are cool in the summer; the kind they wear for basketball are light and breathable and not too tight around the waist. Daiki grows fast, and the same pair of basketball shorts last him all summer even though he has to get his pants let out or swapped for the next size up.

Satsuki stays over at Daiki’s house a lot; they stay up late in the back yard catching bugs and looking at the stars, trying to pick out constellations and planets through the city lights, because even when all the houses on the block are dark there's still enough from the rest of the city to block it. Or at least, that’s kind of how Satsuki’s grandmother had explained it to her; she’s not sure if that’s the truth or the kind of lie adults tell children when they don’t know something or don’t want to explain.

She forgets pajamas and a change of clothes; she’d been sent over with everything else, a fresh-baked cake as a thank you from her mother; her favorite teddy bear. It’s too late to go back over, so she just borrow’s a shirt and a set of Daiki’s old basketball shorts. Already, she has to look up to look him in the eye, but the shorts still fit her, soft and loose, easier to sleep in than her own pajama sets. Shorts are definitely the way to go, she thinks, as she drifts off to sleep next to Daiki, who’s already drooling and hugging her teddy bear.

Ship: Ryo/Hikaru
Fandom: Princess Nine
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 453

***

They lose their first year, but that’s expected. They’re a bunch of nobodies (only two of whom had played actual baseball before), no one on the bench except for maybe Nene, and their star hitter is feuding with their captain. They weren’t even supposed to make it as far as they did, and maybe it had just been beginner’s luck (certainly, Coach’s questionable strategies and their over-reliance on the lightning ball from their one pitcher aren’t going to be repeatable). But now they have experience; they know what they don’t know and they’re getting there. They have pitchers, plural, backups, better facilities because now that the school knows it can be proud of its baseball team, the money’s starting to flow.

They lose in the same round, to a different team, only this time in a less dramatic fashion. Yuki leaps to rob a homer; Seira steals home; it’s still in a lot of ways a thriller, tight score into the final inning. And then Hikaru boots an easy grounder that gets the go-ahead run on, the tying run at third on what should have been the third out. Ryo’s too tired for this; she gives up a long triple to right, a liner that’s way over Hikaru’s head but she leaps for it anyway.

Hikaru’s the third one up in the home half; she strikes out swinging on what was probably ball two.

Baseball is a team sport. It takes nine to win, nine to lose. Other people could have done more; Ryo could have located that pitch a little differently; Izumi could have been more patient at the plate; Koharu could have hit the ball a little farther, scored another run. But they’d been one out away from winning, one out away from the next round, and Hikaru had literally kicked their chances away, so of course she fucking feels like crying. It sucks. It worse than sucks; it’s all her fault; she could have tied it (she’s not much of a power hitter); she could have. Something.

It’s Ryo who hugs her, Ryo who of course knows the same feeling, giving up the winning run, making a stupid mistake, trying to do too much and getting hung up on it. Some phrase from an old movie about no crying in baseball swims through Hikaru's head, but what do those writer types know? They’ve probably never struck out in their goddamn lives. Hikaru sobs a stain into Ryo’s jersey, because she’s taking advantage of this; she knows it’s never going to mean what she wants it to but she’s going to let herself throw a pity party for a little bit before she lets go of this stupid crush.

Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: intense texting relationships, long-distance, unclear boyfriend status, Otabek toying with his friends
Word Count: 1126

Amy did something a little like this for shiritori and i just wanted more over intense yurabeka.

***

The intensity of what happens with Yuri at the Grand Prix doesn't alarm Otabek as much as it probably should. In all the places Otabek has moved it usually happens at least once, a connection that feels stronger than everything, not entirely explained either by mental wavelength or teenage hormones or even the common goal of working themselves practically to death together (which, Otabek is quick to point out, is always an excellent way to bond people quickly together; when he and his brothers fight, their father sends them out to chop wood, cleverly making himself an outside enemy they can complain about together). But Otabek finds, for better or worse, the more intense those connections are, the more he needs to remain in that person's physical vicinity to maintain it. He texts his university-aged friends in Almaty multiple times a day, but old rinkmates only good lucks before competitions, if even that.

Yuri isn't like that. The further they get from each other in physical space, the most Yuri texts, instas, pokes. After the radio silence of first Yuri being on a plane and then Otabek, Otabek's phone practically vibrates itself off his coffee table from the force of being blown up by hours of pent-up Plisetsky.

[Pent-up Plisetsky would be a good name for your band] Otabek texts Yuri, instead of responding to any of the literally dozens of notifications that are Yuri's doing.

[u think everythings a band] Yuri snipes back. He sends a pictures of his cat, lolling on its back with its paws in the air on what he assumes is Yuri's bed, and then a selfie of Yuri in essentially the same position, phone up in the air to take the shot.

Otabek barely ever uses Instagram, but it seems like there's nothing he can do except for to post the two pictures side by side with the caption [I see no difference.] He gets a blistering string of invective from Yuri in response, and Otabek can't do anything other than stand in his living room, starving and only half out of his grubby airplane clothes, laughing helplessly at his phone.

Two weeks later, it's become a steady part of Otabek's daily rhythm, the gentle buzz of his phone in his pocket as he walks to the rink, reads on his couch, hauls groceries home. Otabek doesn't mind it, and he leaves his notifications on. Yuri amuses him, and the attention is flattering. When he's out for dinner with his friends, they hassle him about the frequency of it, and of his clearly quite high-maintenance new girlfriend.

"Boyfriend," Otabek says absently, occupied replying to Yuri's question of spotted hoodie purple leggings or zebra stripe everything. It's not even close to true, but it causes a ripple of surprise around him that Otabek enjoys. Just because he's not running his mouth every second doesn't mean he doesn't like causing trouble just as much as Yuri, maybe more. [Don't mix stripes and plaid] he replies to Yuri.

[fuck u] Yuri responds. A picture follows of Yuri with his cheetah-print armed jacket over an improbable pair of blue zebra leggings, Yuri flashing Otabek the middle finger and making a rude face straight out of shounen anime. [ur a plaid]

"Cute," the girl next to Otabek says, shamelessly reading over Otabek's shoulder. "But I call bullshit you're dating Yuri Plisetsky. He's got room in his head for one gold, and it's not you, Altin."

"Ooh, so clever," Otabek retorts. He could pull up any one of the more cutesy selfies Yuri has sent him, but instead he goes to his videos and pulls up the one of Yuri's Exhibition, hands over the phone, and then sits back and waits, arms folded.

[do i text u too much] Yuri asks a week later. Otabek blinks at it when he checks his notifications; the time stamp says Yuri sent it when he'd known Otabek would already be practicing, and he hasn't sent anything else in the hours since. Otabek barely knows what to do with himself without a sea of messages and pictures to wade through. He doesn't know what would make Yuri ask that, and then starts to second-guess how often he's been messaging Yuri as well. Come to think of it, in the last week, he's initiated more of them than usual.

[can we Skype in an hour?] Otabek asks instead of answering the question; they've done it once before to test it out, so it isn't that weird. Otabek watches patiently as the typing dots appear, disappear, appear, disappear.

[yea]

Otabek tries not to think about it in the shower, on the way home, reheating some leftovers. When he opens his laptop, Yuri's username is already logged in green, and Otabek clicks it. Yuri is scowling at the screen of his netbook when his face appears, hair hanging over half of it, legs crossed in front of him and gripping his ankles.

"Mila said I text you too much," Yuri says without preamble, and he's not even scowling at Otabek so much as somewhere off to the right. "She said if her phone buzzed as much as mine does she'd put her fist through her phone and strangle the guy. Are you just humoring me or what?"

"Can you even be humored?" Otabek wonders out loud before he can stop himself, and then when Yuri's expression turns nuclear, quickly adds, "Text me."

"The fuck, I'm TALKING to you!" Yuri snarls. Otabek stares, impassive, and Yuri grabs for his phone, grumbling the whole time he thumbs an irritated message. "There."

Otabek's phone buzzes on the desk, loud enough that Yuri raises an eyebrow. Otabek glances down, and his screen says [ur a fkkn asshole] for the second before his lock screen goes dark again.

"That's loud," Yuri says. His rage melts away as quickly as it comes, and now he's picking at the hem of his leggings. "You could turn it off."

"I like it," Otabek says, blunt, although he doesn't explain what exactly it is that he does like, the attention or the texts or Yuri himself. "Am I texting you too much?"

"Have you MET me? That's not even a thing," Yuri grumbles. He bluffs, "I knew that hag didn't know what she was talking about, geez. Tomorrow I'm telling her to fuck right off."

"You didn't tell her that today?" Otabek asks. He's trying not to smile too hard, but he doesn't think it's working.

"Obviously," Yuri snaps, flopping back onto his back. Distance makes his next sentence indistinct, and then his cat appears and digs claws into Yuri's thigh, purring happily at Yuri's shriek.

Otabek knows kind of how the cat feels.

Ship: Aomine/Momoi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 420

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/67735.html

Ship: Aomine/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 412

***

They meet the night after Touou’s loss. It’s cloudy, but not threatening rain, too warm for snow (they never get much of that here, anyway). Their breath is visible, clouds in the air, and Daiki thinks about the first winter of middle school that they’d been friends, right before they’d gone a little further than that.

Daiki would have lent Tetsu his jacket if he wasn’t so damn cold himself (he hadn’t expected to be out this late, and he knows Satsuki always tells him to listen to the weather report, but still) and if Tetsu had seemed cold at all. But he’s placid, hands in pockets, comfortable. Comfortable with the way things are now, this ending of whatever, of everything between them. That’s what this is; Tetsu’s gotten the win he needed in order to shake this off of him, to move on from Daiki. Sure, he's not free of Teikou, but he’s got another couple of years to beat Murasakibara and Akashi, to settle his personal beefs with them, but they’re nothing like this (or at least, Daiki would like to believe he’s special in this regard—of course he was; he’d been Tetsu’s fucking boyfriend, and neither of them is going to say this has anything to do with basketball).

“So this is it, huh?” says Daiki.

He’s always the one to crack and say things first; Tetsu’s got the patience of a glacier, of a rock waiting for something to fall so it can start an avalanche. Daiki’s the one who pushes it off the mountain and watches the snow fall.

“What do you mean, Aomine-kun?"

“You. Me. We’ve got nothing to do with each other now, right? That’s what you were waiting for. You beat me; I lost.”

“Why would I want nothing to do with you?” says Tetsu.

Daiki shrugs; he’d had a whole thought process mapped out but it's all falling out of his mind, off a cliff. “Uh. Because you want to move on from the past?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you in my life,” says Tetsu. “I was thinking of this more as a beginning.”

“Of?”

“This,” says Tetsu, and he brushes his fingers against Daiki’s, so much more confidently than he had the first time at Teikou.

“Oh,” Daiki breathes. “Shit. Yes. Please.”

Tetsu’s fingers latch onto his; they’re warm from being in his pocket, close to his stomach. Tetsu’s warm, Daiki thinks, and his stomach does a flip.

Ship: Aomine/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413

***

When Daiki has the late shift and Taiga’s not at the firehouse, he stays up late to wait for him. Some nights he’s more successful than others; this night is one of the resounding failures, but at least he’ll get some long-needed sleep. Taiga stretches out on the bed, his arm draped across Daiki’s spot, the spot he’ll be, crawling under as a half-awake Taiga cuddles him close and falls back to sleep before he can ask how the night went.

At least, that’s the plan; that’s how it usually happens. Taiga wakes up at three in the morning to take a leak, and Daiki’s still not back; he doesn’t feel uneasy but maybe he should, and he psychs himself up enough to lie awake in bed, exhausted but unable to get back to sleep. He checks his phone, no new messages. Sometimes they get held up late on busts, difficult suspects, too much paperwork, any number of things. It doesn’t feel this scary when it’s the morning shift, though; maybe it’s because the night is so quiet. The trains outside have stopped running and Taiga closes his eyes, pleads—there’s a sound outside; his eyes snap open. The key is in the lock, and Taiga’s already at the bedroom door.

“I’m home,” Daiki calls softly.

“Welcome back,” Taiga says, enveloping him in a hug and—ew.

Daiki smells like a strip club, cheap alcohol and sweat and dirty money; that’s got to be the cause. A bust somewhere, someone hustling drugs or some criminal frequenting some place a little too frequently, and someone had tipped off Daiki’s squad.

“Take a shower,” Taiga says.

“Too tired,” says Daiki. “You didn’t wait up, did you?”

“Nah,” says Taiga, and Daiki still smells absolutely awful but all of a sudden the sleepiness is weighing down his body and he can just sleep with his mouth open or something.

When Taiga wakes up, he realizes what a shitty decision that had been. Daiki smells even worse, and now that’s all over the sheets that Taiga had just washed the other day,

“Take a fucking shower,” Taiga says.

Daiki groans and buries his face in the pillow. “We got the guy, Taiga; gimme a reward.”

“Can you smell yourself? The shower’s your reward."

Daiki flips him off, but it’s only a few minutes before he heads off, dropping his clothes as he goes, to clean himself off. Taiga supposes he’d better change the sheets now.

Ship: Aomine & Momoi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 429

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Daiki’s made her angry, sad, desperate. He’s made Satsuki cry more times than he can count, on purpose (shoving frogs in her face) and accidentally (pushing her too hard to the ground) and on purpose but when he feels bad about it because he feels like he’s about to cry, like his eyelids and throat are permanently swollen, like he’s got to drag someone down and it might as well be Satsuki. They can share victory; they can share memories; there’s no one else Daiki trusts to share his pain.

He’s made her unhappy, unhappy as when your pet dies, as unhappy as as when you’ve been ditched in the middle of the city by your friends and you have to scrounge up change on the floor of a fast-food establishment to afford a subway ride, as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn. Not that any of that’s happened to Daiki, but he can fucking imagine, and even that isn’t quite getting at the sorrow and pain he’s heaped on Satsuki over the years.

It’s just. It’s no excuse (a shitty one, anyway) but he loves her like a sister; she loves him like a brother. There’s never been any need to think their love was anything but conditional. Everyone else leaves; Tetsu leaves and Kise leaves and all of them fucking leave. Satsuki stays with him, even when he’s rotten to the core, which is all the time now. That’s no reason to do this; it’s even less of a reason to do this. She’ll love him no matter what and he lashes out at her, even though lashing out at someone who sees him as disposable would—well, they’re all going to leave in the end; this just speeds the whole process up.

If he keeps this up, she’ll leave. She can love him with all her heart and still step away, tell him not to do this, that he can’t do this, that he can’t do this to her. That she deserves better, because she does; Satsuki deserves a best friend who’s kind to her and puts up with her the way she puts up with Daiki, who does things with her instead of sulking in his room, who goes to basketball practice if only to hang out with her. Who doesn’t make her sad and angry all the time, who doesn’t make her cry.

Ship: Yuri/Otabek
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: mentions of bodily fluids/functions (Blood)
Other Tags: war, ambiguous army "camp", just sharpening your bro's sword, no that's not an innuendo
Word Count: 530

so i haven't actually read tsoa yet, or the iliad, but i really fuckin love achilles and patroclus and ancient greece in general so...? have an ambiguous ancient greek au?

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"Stupid fucking sword...."

Otabek looked up at the sound of Yuri's sword and whetstone clattering into the dirt. There was a small stream of blood running down his finger where the sword bit into the flesh.

"Do you want to use my whetstone instead?" Otabek asked, setting down his own sword.

Yuri shook his head sharply. "It's not the whetstone."

They were camped for the evening on a hill overlooking the valley below—an easily defensible position, if the enemy was to attack. Not that they would. Gods willing they wouldn't have to face the them until they laid siege to the citadel itself. Still, Otabek felt on high alert, his body taught like a bow string.

Yuri was still staring balefully at his sword when Otabek got to his feet. "Here. Let me," he said. He knelt to the ground and retrieved Yuri's weapon.

"You don't have to baby me, I know how to sharpen a goddamn sword. I'm not five."

"I know," Otabek replied, "but you're distracted."

"I'm not."

The lie was too weak for Otabek to bother pointing it out.

He sat next to Yuri and got to work running the edge of the blade over the smooth surface of the whetstone. They were silent, no noise between them aside from the metallic drag of the sword on stone. Yuri's eyes lingered as he worked, watching his hands. He'd called Yuri distracted, but honestly, Otabek was no better. The heat of Yuri's gaze kept dividing his attention, and didn't that make Otabek the worst kind of hypocrite?

No, not a hypocrite, but a liar, maybe. He'd rather spill his own blood than Yuri's. A demigod's blood would always be more precious.

"There," Otabek said quietly when he was finished, testing the edge of the blade with the pad of his thumb. "Better."

"Good. Now I can nick myself even easier..." Yuri muttered. He took back his sword from Otabek's waiting hand and ran his finger over the flat side of the sword.

"A sharper sword is safer, you know," Otabek said. "Cleaner cuts."

"You know what else is safer?" Yuri glanced up at him through his lashes. "Not going to war."

Otabek let out a huff of a laugh and stood, holding out his hand to help Yuri to his feet. Yuri ignored the hand and stood on his own. He always did that.

"We should rest," Otabek said. "It's almost nightfall."

Yuri shrugged, then fixed him with a heavy look. His eyes flicked down to Otabek's hands again and he bit his lip. "We'll rest tomorrow."

Gods. Otabek never had been able to tell him no.

As they walked back through the camp to their tent, passing soldiers and weapons and horses and shields, he prayed to every god and goddess he could think of that it would be enough. No matter how strong Yuri looked walking ahead of him, no matter how fearless, Otabek knew better than most how deep his human roots ran. Yuri was not invincible.

But the war wasn't here, not in this camp, not yet. They had time. When the war did come, they would fight—for better or for worse.

Edited 2017-07-22 01:13 (UTC)

Ship: Akashi/Mayuzumi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 433

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“So, which of your eyes is the natural one?” says Mayuzumi.

Akashi doesn’t answer, both eyes glancing up and down Mayuzumi with mild disinterest, as if now that basketball is over he has no use for people of Mayuzumi’s ilk (that’s rich, coming from a first-year, even if he is the student council president). Mayuzumi can’t see that either eye has the telltale ring of a contact, but to have heterochromia when neither eye is a very natural color—Mayuzumi will be generous and say he’s simply skeptical.

“How long has your hair been grey?” says Akashi.

Mayuzumi sneers. It’s been that way his whole life, but he’s always thought it made him look distinguished. His face is young; he doesn’t act like an old man, certainly. And it matches his eyes, which are also fairly unusual, but less so than fire engine red and canary yellow. They’re dark grey, almost brown-black, usual enough not to get him picked out of a crowd.

So this is a draw, then, as Akashi walks away. Maybe he can’t always win; maybe sometimes he’s only half-right.

*

The eyes, that brilliant red hair; they’re captivating. They probably would be even if Mayuzumi wasn’t trying to figure it out. Akashi’s got to have a hairdresser at his beck and call at that mansion he lives in, because his roots are always the same bright crimson. He’s never not wearing his contacts, either; even when there’s pollen in the air (though of course seasonal allergies don’t seem to affect him at all) and even when they’re at training camp, first thing in the morning Akashi’s eyes are still red and yellow. That can’t be good for his health, but Mayuzumi’s not going to bother.

“Why are you looking at Sei-chan?” Mibuchi asks.

As if he’d ever deign to speak to Mayuzumi beofre all of this, as if he’d ever seen the world beyond himself and Hayama and Nebuya. Still, Mibuchi’s the vice captain; he seems to want to be friends with Akashi even if he’s not.

“I’m trying to see the color of his roots.”

“His hair is natural,” says Mibuchi with a sniff.

Mayuzumi snorts (as if).

*

He’s close enough to kiss Akashi but there’s still no telltale blue ring around either iris, no indicator of any kind of contact lens. They don’t make them this well, do they? (Though, if they do, Akashi would have a pair.) And then Akashi’s lips are on his, and Mayuzumi forgets all about contacts and hair roots. Who gives a shit right now when the kiss is too good?

Ship: ayamiki and sugimoto is there also
Fandom: yowapeda
Major Tags: sexually suggestive content
Other Tags: implied alcohol? mild gender and sexuality issues? (idk the context of the original quote that well sorry), lesbians wearing plaid

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [G]

Re: FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, T

Re: FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

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

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

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

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

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

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetky, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, T