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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

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.

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.

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

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


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

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


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

For prompts: 5 points each (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

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 HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Seto/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 414

***

Knowledge is power; that’s the way the saying goes. Power can be intoxicating, though, humming sweet with poisoned honey, poured into your veins; it’ll kill you before you know you’ve been hit at all. But if you’re smart enough, you can avoid that; it looks like a paradox but there are other ways of getting power, the way of the crude and stupid, the way to easy corruption and falling on your face with no aid from anyone else. Hanamiya enjoys watching that, even though he doesn’t have a hand. It’s too easy, too cheap, but a pleasure nonetheless.

But knowledge is power, and power is good if you’re well-equipped to use it. Hanamiya would assume he and Seto are, even though Seto acts like a lazy piece of shit sometimes, drinks all of Hanamiya’s coffee and then falls asleep on him, arms around Hanamiya’s waist (and when he wakes up, the stale taste of coffee on his mouth is disgusting, but Seto never seems to care that much).

Seto doesn’t even know basketball that much, but his insights are useful; he plays his position exactly right, keeps up with Hanamiya because that’s really all that’s necessary (that, and tripping up the opposing team completely by accident, of course, but you don’t need much in the way of basketball skill for that). But the more he knows, the more useful he becomes, the more Hanamiya can unleash him. A center in the spiderweb is good; a center in the spiderweb tripping up the flies is better; a center in the spiderweb who can trip up the flies, grab a rebound, and throw in a dunk is a weapon that would be unique to Hanamiya’s arsenal. After all, people fear him when they see him tripping someone, but they cower when they see him shoot a three right afterwards and get nothing but net.

Hanamiya keeps pushing Seto off when Seto tries to fall asleep on him; it keeps not working (well, it works for the moment; Seto slumps back onto the bleachers and falls back to sleep but the next time he goes right back to Hanamiya’s shoulders as if his way too perfect memory has suddenly failed him with respect to this one highly important—much more important than the dates of some war—detail). Maybe he’ll never know better, but he already knows better on so much. Hanamiya’s not going to cut him any slack here, though; he doesn’t deserve it.
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FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[personal profile] mousecat 2017-07-20 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Implied sexual content, mentions of sex
Other Tags: this is basically nonsense, BOOONE!
Word Count: 549


***


Hajime reflected on all the terrible decisions in his life that brought him to this moment. He'd suggested that Ushijima bring Tendou along to help to help even out the numbers in his favor, but he hadn't considered how that would play with Hanamaki and Matsukawa. Together they were like evil triplets ready to start a food fight at any given moment.

They were nothing compared to Shittykawa and Ushiwaka though. Hajime had assumed they'd be thrilled to see each other again after months apart, but Oikawa kept sniping as he picked at his food, and Hajime knew Ushijima well enough now to detect the subtleties in his tones. And Ushijima was being a real dick.

“This rice is undercooked,” Oikawa complained, and Hajime tried to find his center. Oikawa was exhausted from his long flight, which is why he was being more of a brat than usual.

“You could always try cooking for yourself,” Ushijima said, “rather than openly insulting the friends who have arranged this dinner to welcome you home.”

“Oooh,” Tendou said. He looked like he was seconds away from pounding his fists chanting FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT.

“Friends and guests,” Oikawa said with a glare at Tendou. Hajime suspected he meant to somehow wound Tendou, but he just cackled. Like a witch. Hajime kinda didn't like the guy.

“Tooru, you are being unpleasant and ruining what should be an enjoyable reunion for us all,” Ushijima said, and Hajime couldn't help but think scolding Oikawa in front of everyone wasn't really going to improve the situation. “Please apologize to Satori.”

“Do you think you're my mom?” Oikawa snapped. They would probably go on like this all night if someone didn't intervene. Unfortunately for Hajime, the other three assholes present seemed to be enjoying it too much. Hajime massaged his temples for a moment, letting the argument wash over him.

“You two just need to bone,” he said, interrupting whatever Ushijima had been saying.

Oikawa looked around wildly for a moment, before fixing his murder eyes on Hajime. No one in the room was remotely intimidated.

“What did you say?”

“I said you two need to bone,” Hajime repeated. He glanced at Ushijima, who looked uncomfortable. Or maybe unperturbed. Hajime was still learning to decipher his facial expressions.

“How dare you? I'm your captain!”

“Former captain,” Matsukawa corrected. “From high school. About fifty years ago.”

Oikawa was not deterred. “Bone! What happens in my bedroom is none of your business!” he ranted.

Hanamaki had turned on the tv and was scrolling through Netflix. He selected an action movie and began dialing up the volume.

“BONE? Don't ever speak to me like that aga--”

“They can use your room, right?” Hanamaki asked Hajime, half shouting over Oikawa and the deafening intro of the movie.

“Everything’s in the bedside table,” Hajime told Ushijima, who was already getting up. “Oikawa knows. You two can figure it out.”

Ushijima dragged the still bellowing Oikawa toward the bedroom as Tendou threw himself onto Hanamaki and started to wrestle him for the remote. It upset the table for a moment, but Matsukawa managed to deftly save his beer and scooched away from them, turning to focus on the tv.

Hajime rested his head on the table. He was never inviting these people over again.
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: GoM
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 408

***

Kuroko is the first to leave the NBA, but not the first to retire. His contract is up; the Spurs have no use for him and no one wants to pay him the veterans’ minimum for his years of service. So he leaves for Japan, welcomed as a hometown hero in Tokyo.

Kise is the first to retire; he was supposed to burn the brightest of them all and he did. But the brightest stars are the shortest-lived; his weak ankles and elbows and knees did him in. One surgery followed another and another, until he’s barely held together with medical tape, pain numbing his mind. The Warriors buy him out, and he retires, letting his endorsement deals carry him over.

Akashi plays for five NBA teams; he stays with each for a season or two. It’s not notable for him, but it’s notable for being a longer NBA career than most, despite difficulties in the locker room which some call his entitlement issues and others call his coldness. He has a company to return to, a father who’s always been neutral at best to his son’s basketball aspirations, and several Olympic medals (he could never win in the NBA but he could always do alright on the international circuit).

Murasakibara retires for a year but comes back again, his mind not totally made up. It’s only one last year, but in the end he says (in different words) that he’d realized why he’d retired in the first place.

Midorima retires the same year as Murasakibara, the second time; they’d been playing on the same team. Traveling is a grind; traveling alone is a grind; he doesn’t command much money even as a lifetime Celtics member. There have always been other things for him; there will continue to be other things for him.

Aomine holds on until they pull his fingers off with pliers and they bleed into the net he’s hanging from, until they collapse the net and he’s lying on the floor. He’ll sign anywhere, for minimum money; he just wants to play as long as he can. Basketball is a young man’s game, though; age has worn down every bit of him; jumping has wrecked his knees (and, almost paradoxically, his jump itself).

Kuroko’s still playing in Japan when Aomine retires. He sends his regards and signs his new one year contract with the same team he’s been playing with since he’d left Texas.
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Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING M

[personal profile] babster 2017-07-20 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
oooh thank you! this is so raw, and you really are so great at turns of phrase that convey their weird, antagonistic relationship ("the edge of 'priceless' and 'a waste'" SO GOOD). thank you!
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FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T

[personal profile] besania 2017-07-20 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sanae Sawamura/Natsuo Ishido
Fandom: Teppuu
Major tags: None
Other tags: None
Word count: 566

i ended up straying from the prompt a little too much i think but.... i didnt notice until i wrote it all down. i hope you still like it o|-<

***

On the day they reach a ceasefire, Natsuo asks her to not let go of her old anger. It made fighting with her fun.

Sanae knows Natsuo doesn’t know of consideration nor guilt, not that the request doesn’t serve as a reminder. When she agrees, it’s only because declining would’ve read as backing down, and because she’s learned by now that closure and resolution aren’t reached in clean cuts. She knows that, but when she walks she still feels a weight less.

There’s weights that you learn to carry and there’s weights that you learn to let go, Sanae realizes. This thing between them is a little of both. She realizes it around the time she gets used to Natsuo again, the thought of her no longer an encumbrance. Not easy, not safe. Just not riddled by knots of discomfort tying the same old memory over and over again right in the pit of her stomach.

Natsuo’s timing was selfish, like her. She wonders if she did it on purpose, saw in her eyes the moment the thought almost reached her brain — A moment of quiet, catching their breaths after training, the way the words started to string themselves together in a ’It’s almost as if we had never—“, when

She doesn’t say, “I love you”. She doesn’t ask, “do you love me?”. She asks her if she’d choose her.

(There’s definitely some cruelness aimed at someone else in the way she words it, not that she would’ve expected different from her (she hadn’t expected anything like this in the first place). It was not malicious, even if it wasn’t right. It was the way she liked to play.)

it occurs to Sanae that there’s nothing as careless as love. that there’s nothing that cares less than love. They’ve got that much going for them, at least, not that she knows if it’s much at all.

Natsuo asks her if she’d choose her, the undertone of what she means clear as a bell, ringing in the air like a siren. A warning for whom, she wonders, too used to the risk between them to even imagine what it’d be like to move if it lacked. She’s chosen her before, just no like this—if there’s a thread linking them together it’s black with old blood, too thick to break—, she’s seen herself unable to forgo this risk before. She’s never been here out of unawareness, she’s just always known herself too capable to leave any space for fear (fear, Natsuo? please), any other possibilities an afterthought.

So they’re bound, and she’s given a choice, as if there’s a choice to make. As if either of them have a choice in the first place, when stubbornness hold is stronger than fate’s. They may be looking at each other but their feet are firm on the ground, a path well worn-down.

Natsuo’s not smiling. This is not a confession, it’s hardly an invitation, it may be her playing a game. And she’s not smiling either, her heart doesn’t swell, her eyes don’t waver, and if she knows far too well that she could say anything at all and nothing would change—

(Right? When she opens her mouth, however, it almost feels like their shadows merge just a little more together.)

(if i say i love you, is that a fact or a weapon? the answer is both)
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 437

***

Momoi is infuriating. It’s not just that she’s good at what she does; it’s that she’s really good and she knows it. It might be worse if she acted like she didn’t. Scratch that, it would definitely be worse; fake humility tastes like garbage when she breathes it in, screeches in her ear. This is better than that, almost definitely. It’s good to have someone to compete against, but not someone like this who seems like she always wins even when she loses. How does she do that? How does she always get what she want, and what is she looking for?

Maybe it’s that a tiny part of Riko wishes that Momoi was looking for someone like her, but when it comes to that stuff, well. Momoi’s looking for someone like Kuroko, and that’s even more infuriating. Kuroko’s a good basketball player, a polite kid who does most of his homework. There isn’t anything in particular that Riko finds wrong with him, but compared to her? This isn’t conceit; she knows she’s better. She’s smarter, more talented, better looking. Love is blind, and that explains a whole lot (and then there’s the what if Riko doesn’t like girls, but she could still pick a better boy). Why, of all people, Kuroko? Is it that he doesn’t seem to like her back, playing hard to get or actually uninterested?

Momoi can see everything; that’s what she claims; she writes it all down in her notes, comparing and contrasting and managing on the fly. But if she can see everything, why can’t she see Riko? why doesn’t she like Riko?

“Why Kuroko and not me?” Riko says, and it comes out just as bitter as she means it from deep within.

“Oh?” says Momoi, her eyes sparking, and she’s going to fucking make Riko say it.

“Why do you like him?”

Momoi hums, a grin spreading across her face. “I like Tetsu-kun well enough, but don’t think I don’t have my eye on you, too, Riko-san. I was just waiting.”

Riko glares at her; if this is a prank it’s a fucking awful one.

Momoi sighs, placing her pen behind her ear. “Fine then.”

She leans forward and places her mouth on Riko’s; her tongue is in Riko’s mouth and Riko’s waging a fight right back, her tongue in Momoi’s mouth, scraping Momoi’s teeth. It’s well worth the long wait, but did Momoi have to wait for her so long when she’d been ready the whole time? Damn it; once again she feels like she’s lost, though this is a hell of a way to lose.
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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-07-20 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: shimizu kiyoko / yachi hitoka
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: tags omitted
Other tags: supernatural elements (mythology)
Word count: 523

yachi goes to find her girl.


***


Flowers twine about Hitoka’s feet where her footsteps fall upon the frozen earth; the star aster, the chaste lily, the carnation that grows trembling and white under the winter sun.

“Just one step at a time,” Hitoka whispers fiercely to herself. She’s trying not to trip over her long linen skirts and the green vines that plead in their new spring voices for her to stay; but she doesn’t want to bow her head for even a single moment. She wants to walk this path with her eyes wide open. “One step after another! What’s the worse that can happen anyway? I’m already here! They can’t do anything to you anymore! How can you die if you’re already dead! Better than dead! You got this! You got this!”

“You do.” A black crow alights in the forked branches of the withered pomegranate tree by the side of the road. It tilts its head to the side as it contemplates Hitoka quietly; the strange knowledge that only moves in the heart of birds. “It’s a very long way but you’ve never looked back once. You’re brave to come here alone.” The crow sounds charmed as its little black claws grip the branch hard enough to knock a pomegranate to the ground. It breaks open, spills its heart red and raw across the path; still somehow fresh.

The tree is the only thing that grows from the grey earth and the grey rock of this place, and the way its old trunk withers grey bark in long strips that curl daintily around the shadow branches, makes Hitoka think that maybe this tree is made of the rock of the underworld, too. But Hitoka is not afraid. The pale yellow sun might be just a faint patch of warmth at the back of her head, but her summer heart and her summer hair that crowns her, carries with her all the summer she will ever truly need.

“I know what the stories are,” Hitoka announces loudly. Her voice carries and fills this space like the grey skies are low enough to touch. “But if someone like me can do something, I will! You can’t just--” Hitoka curls her fingers into fists. “You can’t just do this alone all the time! It’s not fair. It’s not right!”

“People are afraid of me.” The crow sounds distant.

“I’m not!” Hitoka blurts out. She flushes pink at her forwardness and something red hot curls inside of her chest to sleep there. She thinks maybe that would be a good place for it to call home. “Kiyoko-san, I can bring summer here, too.”

Yachi bends to pick up a bite of the pomegranate’s heart. The seeds glisten wet on her fingertips like blood that wells under a needle prick and when she tastes them, lets six of them touch her tongue as she swallows them slowly down, they taste like copper and salt and not like any fruit at all. The crow caws in alarm. “Hitoka, please, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” Yachi says resolutely, and she’s summer, and she’s gold, and she’s so, so brave.

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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 464

***

The first time Daiki can get out to visit Taiga is Golden Week. It feels like it’s been for fucking ever that their relationship’s been made out of skype calls and LINE messages and emails, Daiki thinking of Taiga when he passes Maji Burger or sees some kid eating an entire sandwich in one mouthful or sees a particular arrangement of red and white and black. He’s pretty fucking pathetic about Taiga, all this length and distance later, but Taiga’s pathetic about him, too.

They’ve talked late on Taiga’s night when he’s in a hotel room on a prep school trip, his school blazer draped over the chair behind him, whispering as to not wake up his roommate, some American kid named Kevin who’s apparently a guard and Daiki’s already jealous of this guy he’s barely seen because he gets to play with Taiga and room with Taiga and he knows there’s nothing even going on, they might not be good friends, but still. He wants to be there; screw being in a place where he knows the language and has friends; Taiga’s all he needs (okay, that’s pretty shortsighted, but that’s how he feels sometimes, when the school days drag on and it’s not the way it used to be where he’s got a date with Taiga to look forward to, or even calling him on the phone and knowing he’s in the same city).

The flight sucks; it drags on worse than a day at school; Daiki forgets all of that once he’s over. He’s scanning the terminal for a familiar face, and then there he is; holy shit he’s gotten taller and he might be taller than Daiki—he definitely is, as he throws his arms around Daiki, smelling like the same soap and vaguely of fast-food grease; he doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to. It’s like all of the tightness in Daiki’s chest, the worry that everything would be ten tons of awkward, has gone away.

Taiga drives him back; he makes a fuss about spilling the fast food they buy (it’s fucking delicious, but Daiki’s starved) and drives the long way back, supposedly to avoid traffic (though, really, there’s a lot). Aside from the bigger highways, LA isn’t that much different than Tokyo. More sprawl, bigger houses, maybe, but not much else, Daiki thinks. It’s a little bit comforting, to be where Taiga is, to know the similar sights he’s seeing.

At night, though, it looks different; the lights are sharp and bright and glow white and yellow, not the multi-neon of downtown Tokyo. There’s no sound of trains to lull Daiki to sleep, only cars and people yelling, but he’s falling asleep next to Taiga, and that’s enough like home to get him there.
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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-07-20 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I'M CLUTCHING AT MY HEART... Kunikage is one of my very very favourite rarepairs and I'm so happy to have anything for them ;__; and you've really nailed one of the things about them that always makes me weak: the recognition that they've both changed, that they're not who they were before when they clashed, that maybe they can find a different way forward now, that even if they weren't meant to mesh on the court at that time, they can come together and understand each other with a different perspective now that they've grown. I love your Kageyama, struggling so hard to put his feelings into words; and the way Kunimi gets him and helps him out. Thank you for this!!
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Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-07-20 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so here for anything with Kuroko appreciating Kise's surprising depth ;___; it's one of my favourite things about them and you nail it so beautifully with that last line, that they would find each other, mistake each other for something else at first. Kise's growing realisation that Kuroko is more than he seems, and his subsequent adoration of him, is so well documented but we don't really see it from Kuroko's POV in canon so I really love it when fic goes there. I'm weak for mundane scenes that say a lot, comfort of domestic routines, and sharing food, so this was really lovely to read. Thank you!
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Riko/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 412

***

By the time Riko is twenty-five she has seen herself do many things. To be entirely accurate, she has seen other selves, other possibilities, divergent versions of herself, do many things that she, the Riko in this world, has not. She has seen a version of herself become the leader of an idol group, prancing around on stage, muscles used for dancing instead of running. There is a Riko who is training to be an astronaut, a Riko who had survived a nuclear disaster, a Riko who had gone to Todai, a Riko who had become a professional basketball player on the national team.

Riko has yet to see a version of herself fuck another version of herself, but there’s a first time for everything (like the time she’d kissed the astronaut self, when it had been just the two of them in the same room between dimensions and something had filled her torso, something she hadn’t known she was missing). It’s the astronaut self who’s making eyes at the nuclear survivor; Riko wonders if the astronaut’s kissed her yet. who else she’s kissed. How can you be jealous of yourself? That’s a sensation Riko’s long since grappled with; she wants to be all they are and she feels like the most ordinary, least interesting of the bunch.

But here they are, Riko and the astronaut and the nuclear survivor and the idol.

The idol raises a plucked eyebrow. “Are you two going to do it, and can I watch?”

“Bold,” says the astronaut.

The nuclear survivor coughs, a blush flowering over her face; it’s a bit disconcerting to see all of these expressions at once (Riko hopes she looks better than that and doesn’t blush as easily).

The idol looks at Riko; Riko shrugs. She hadn’t come here to do that, but how often do you have the opportunity to see this? Astronaut Riko grabs Nuclear Survivor Riko, but it’s the nuclear survivor who initiates the kiss, long and deep. The idol sighs next to Riko, loosening the belt of her skirt.

“I’ll do you if you do me.”

What—oh. Riko can definitely feel her own cheeks burning now. She nods, quickly, fiddling with the button on her own jeans. Idol Riko grins, reaches over, and undoes her fly.

“No time like the present, huh?”

It’s a line from one of her hit songs, one that hasn’t been written in Riko’s world. Riko rolls her eyes.

“Easy there, Tiger.”
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, M

[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-07-20 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Toudou Jinpachi & Manami Sangaku / Onoda Sakamichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Light sexual content
Other Tags: Toudou has 0 shame as expected
Word Count: 489 words

I've struggled a lot to figure out what I'd write in this fill and Toudou as the mom who goes around handing condoms struck me XD Set at Toudou's inn :3

***

The muffled kissing sounds echoed a bit in the room. Manami gently pushed back the other boy until his back made contact with the soft futon beneath them and then instantly separated their mouths to straddle the boy lying.

“Is it really okay, Manami-kun ?”

Said boy chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Sakamichi-kun. Even if the walls are thin they aren’t many guests at this time of the year and Toudou-san will be too busy with his ‘Maki-chan’ to come interrupt us.”

“Thin walls ?!”

The protests of the bespectacled boy were immediately shut down by the pair of crushing lips launched at his neck. Manami let his hands wander down from Onoda’s shoulders to his waist. There, he slowly pulled the string of his yukata’s obi, letting progressively more and more skin for Manami’s hands to caress. He started by teasing Onoda’s nipples and marveled at the soft moans it elicited. It was exactly at the moment his hands had left the chest to head lower down Onoda’s body that the door slid open with a loud sound that startled both boys and an obnoxious, familiar laugh filled the dark room. Upon gazing at the figure in the doorway, Manami let out a sigh while Onoda squealed, blushed a shade darker and hastily put his yukata back in place to cover himself up. Not even five seconds had passed and Manami was already irked by his teammate’s interruption.

“From what I can see, my deductions were correct.”

His smile widened.

“Fear not, kids ! I’m certainly not here to prevent you from having some fun !”

“Go away then, Toudou-san !”

“No need to be shy, Manami. These wants are perfectly normal to have at your age. I remember with -”

“No one cares, Toudou-san ! What are you even doing here ? Don’t you have anywhere else to be ?”

That seemed to get the intruder’s attention.

“Indeed, I don’t have much time. Maki-chan didn’t want me to come so I pretended I had to go to the bathroom and came here instead. So I guess my story will be for another time.”

Manami rolled his eyes. He was starting to lose his patience.

“So ?”

Toudou rummaged through his pants’ pockets and his face lit up. He then threw something at his protégé.

“Stay safe, kids. And try not to make too much noise. Just in case, I told the receptionist not to give out the rooms nearby. See you both at breakfast.”

He winked at them then left, carefully closing the door behind him.

Manami cursed. His teammate sure was annoying sometimes. He felt a tug on his yukata as he was prompted by Onoda to look down at the foreign object given to them. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room after looking at the figure in the floodlit hallway. He smiled when he recognized the bottles of condom and lube. Maybe Toudou wasn’t that bad, after all.

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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-07-20 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
thank you ;__; akaken can be such a tricky dynamic to write and balance their quiet with their equally blunt savagery BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOR THAT REASON <3

i also enjoyed "your heads" a lot so i'm glad you did too haha
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Re: FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, G

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-07-20 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
AAAWWWWWW THIS IS SO CUUUUUUUUUUTE AAAAAHHHHHH

so pure. thank you omg. I love it.
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Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T

[personal profile] babster 2017-07-20 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
ahhhh this is lovely! natsuo asking sanae if she'd choose her and their relationship being something that will always be there but they don't have to keep every last piece of it...good stuff good stuff
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 408

***

There’s a picture on the end table in Alex’s apartment, right by the side of the couch that looks like it’s been clawed out by a cat. Shuuzou hadn’t noticed it the first few times, more than just the frame, but once he looks closer he can’t stop. Tatsuya’s in it; he looks like he’s ten or elven and he’s grinning, a wider smile than Shuuzou’s ever seen on him in person, pure and wonderful; even in a faded photograph from that long ago it does something to him (boy, does he have it bad). Alex is there, too, a matching grin on her face; she looks younger, too (though Shuuzou would never tell her). And there’s another person, too, a boy who looks roughly the same age as Tatsuya, dark red hair and brilliant smile. Around his neck is a copy of the ring that’s around Tatsuya’s, the ring he won’t let Shuuzou touch.

All of a sudden Shuuzou feels like he’s violated something, like he wasn’t supposed to see that, but that he wants to know more, too. That boy is at least a piece of the puzzle to Tatsuya’s necklace, to the way Tatsuya is, closed off and cagey and miserable, the reason Tatsuya hates himself. Something had happened; Shuuzou thinks for a second that he might be dead, but—that’s bigger. This is something a little bit different, something Tatsuya won’t let go of, that he’s afraid to let go of in a way that’s almost familiar to Shuuzou. He thinks about asking Tatsuya, about asking Alex (she knows him, too, or knew him) but that’s cheating. Tatsuya doesn’t want to talk about it, and going behind his back will do no one any favors. Whatever had come to pass between Tatsuya and that boy, from when that picture had been taken and now, has run deep crevasses into him (and Shuuzou’s got no idea what had happened, but part of him wants to hate that boy, blame him for everything, for Tatsuya’s misery, even if it’s mostly self-inflicted).

Shuuzou can’t do much with this knowledge that he shouldn’t have; he can hold Tatsuya tighter, cradle him close, whisper what Tatsuya will let him and try not to let him leave that night, kiss him tenderly though it always makes him look so sad. Maybe it’s futile, but Shuuzou hopes he’ll open his eyes and see Tatsuya smiling like the photograph, someday soon.
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FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

[personal profile] putsch 2017-07-20 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima/tendou
Fandom: haikyuu!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 409

***

"you know you don't have to do this wakkun, i can make it to the nurse on my own perfectly fine."

"you've sprained your ankle."

"it's not a sprain, i just landed a little wrong, i'm fine."

ushijima does not entertain tendou on that notion, made very clear by the very flat stare he gives him. with that he knows he's lost, just like he knows his ankle actually is more messed up than he wants to believe. when he jumped to block goshiki's spike he jumped in at a terrible angle, and fell at a worse one, but still. it's about the principle of the thing.

"can you at least not carry me around bridal style? what will the masses say about you with lil ol' me in your arms."

ushijima shrugs. "this is the most efficient way of getting you to the nurse."

"i think you're missing the point here miracle boy."

"a fireman's carry would just be cumbersome. and if people will talk about anything, i imagine it will be the color of your ankle."

"hey!" tendou scoffs and dramatically puts his hand to his chest. "one, we've already established that i am fine, at least fine enough to get to the nurse. and two, even if you don't care about what people say, aren't your arms getting tired? you can put me down for a little while to walk."

"not really." ushijima shifts tendou a bit in his arms though, which ends up with tendou pressed closer to his chest. and boy howdy, he sure is getting acquainted with the amount of soft give ushijima's pecs have, which is something that's starting to get him a little hot and bothered. are they at the nurses yet? maybe they should take a hard right toward the dorms instead and tendou can get to really know what ushijima's musculature is like. "you're not very heavy."

fuck it, tendou decides right then and there, as he rests his face on ushijima's shoulder. "you should be careful, if you say things like that i'm gonna ask you to carry me around a lot more."

he's joking, of course, but he can't miss the way ushijima feels suddenly warmer against his cheek.

"i wouldn't mind that."

tendou jolts to look up at ushijima, who is steadfast looking dead ahead and no where near him.

it's almost like he's embarrassed, and tendou's eyes go dinner plate wide.

oh.

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

[personal profile] babster 2017-07-20 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
this is beautiful! the mythology aspects are gorgeous, and i love yachi being brave. what a wonderful girl
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Re: FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, G

[personal profile] helwolves 2017-07-20 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
haha oh noooooooooo
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PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-20 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Haizaki &/ Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Swearing, pls someone draw me zaki in 90s raptors im beggin u its so perfect for him?

Prompt:


"The cartoon-themed claws and stripes just scream '90s. These get a bad rap but what's more badass than huge Raptor playing basketball in the middle of a jersey?"

-Rafael Canton
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FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

[personal profile] putsch 2017-07-21 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kuroo/daichi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: big sappy metaphors
Word Count: 453

***

way out here, miles and miles from where anyone could find them, they sit on the roof of her car and watch the stars twinkle above their heads.

out here, tetsu can cup daichi's face with all the tenderness it deserves and kiss her in all the soft angles that make her the most beautiful woman she's ever seen, slow and sweet until the remember they still need to breathe. daichi runs her hands through her curls, twisting the strands between her fingers and pulling tetsu so close that she can see every little freckle that dots her sun-kissed skin. it's like the sky decided to lay a delicate map of itself across her, one daichi only allows tetsu to see. she wants to kiss every freckle every inch of her, to make sure daichi knows exactly how much she means to her.

daichi would smack her for getting sappy, but all tetsu can think about is how lucky she is to have fallen in love with a galaxy right here on earth.

kissing all of her freckles feels like an impossible feat but she does her damnedest to kiss all the constellations on her cheeks, the ones across her nose, her temple, her jaw. she kisses down her neck and loves how she can feel the vibrations of daichi's laughter settle into soft sighs, warm and content. she nuzzles at where her neck curves into her shoulder, smelling the faint scent of her shampoo that still lingers through the fresh night air. she wants to envelop herself in the moment, in daichi, where she's safe and happy and never needs to worry about anything else.

she feels daichi kiss the crown of her head, and she smiles against her skin.

"you're not going to see the stars hiding there darling."

tetsu laughs, but she does pull back, resting her forehead against daichi's. "you don't know that."

"of course i do, the stars are up there." daichi taps the bottom of her chin, making her look up. "not on me."

"don't be ridiculous daichi." she runs her hand over her jaw. "i have all the stars i want to see right here."

as if on cue, daichi does smack her on the arm, her face and ears now a magnificent crimson color. "stop being such a sap."

"no." tetsu says, giving another kiss on her cheek and the biggest smirk she can muster when she's so honest-to-goodness happy. "it's impossible, i'm far too in love with you to not be sappy."

"oh my god." daichi laughs, at least, before grabbing her face. "i love you too, but you better go back to kissing instead of being so lame."

"it would be my pleasure."
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FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-07-21 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ooshiba Kiichi/Kimishita Atsushi
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: lol i'm sorry here is yet another fill, but I had to Try
Word Count: 519

***

Atsushi pushed Kiichi against the wall and kissed him, biting hard against the soft curve of his lower lip. He couldn't help himself, he was overcome with a deadly cocktail of lust and frustration and hormones and -- Kiichi was just the most convenient option. That was all.

They hated each other. Everyone knew that. Atsushi knew that. Kiichi knew that. The whole team knew that. They'd been playing against each other for years before coming to Seiseki and nothing about Kiichi had impressed him -- okay, so he was talented, okay, so he was handsome. So what?

His personality was shit.

Screaming tantrums on the pitch when your team had won but the captain hadn’t praised you enough was what Kiichi had been known for. Atsushi might have his own problems (a bad personality, a strong tendency towards resentment, and a megalomaniac when it came to passes -- was how some of his past teammates would have described him) -- but at least he was self-aware. He knew his own flaws, even if he saw no reason to improve them.

Kiichi, meanwhile, was always the same. And Atsushi had never once suspected that Kiichi was even capable of even thinking of anyone but himself, until their second year at Seiseki. By then Tsukamoto Tsukushi had joined the Seiseki Boy’s Soccer Club and everything had changed.

*

They didn't hook up very often -- Atsushi had many other obligations besides school and the team and his parents’ shop and Kiichi probably had things to do too. At least Atsushi assumed he did. So he was surprised when Kiichi had said, after practice, that he should come over to his house.

“I'm not tutoring you on your math, moron,” Atsushi jeered. “For non-team related cramming, I charge a high rate.”

“I don't want you to, idiot,” said Kiichi, his face red. “I thought we could … hang.”

“Huh?” Atsushi said intelligently, staring at him suspiciously.

“You’re such a dick,” Kiichi said exasperatedly. “I’m trying to be your friend.”

“Huh?!”

*

They weren’t friends. Atsushi was pretty sure he wouldn’t do this with any of his friends. He wouldn’t want to pin them down and feel their strength against his, he wouldn’t want to make them cry and make them come. He wasn’t messed up enough for that.

In between angry kisses, exchanged on the floor of Kiichi’s annoyingly well-appointed bedroom, Atsushi got to thinking. He pushed Kiichi away roughly and sat up. “Why do you want to be my friend?” he demanded.

Kiichi pouted. Actually fucking pouted. Atsushi hated how cute he found this.

“Tsukamoto made me realize -- ah, forget it, it’s stupid.”

“Of course it’s stupid, it’s you,” Atsushi said sharply. “Tell me anyway.”

“He made me realize that I wasn’t out there alone. That I had people beside me. I had … you.”

“You needed a fifteen year old kid to make you realize that?”

Kiichi tried to cuff him behind the ear, but Atsushi caught him and they began to scuffle, still on the floor. Atsushi felt something light and strange at the bottom of his stomach, blooming out. Later, he realized that this was happiness.


Edited 2017-07-22 20:12 (UTC)
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Re: FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

[personal profile] babster 2017-07-21 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
this was absolutely adorable
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PROMPT: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS

[personal profile] multilinear 2017-07-21 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: souharu, sanrai, eijun&/raichi
Fandom: free, daiya
Major Tags: graphic description of mental health issues
Other Tags: it's radiohead
Prompt:

i am the
devils son and i wish i could be good for you and make you satisfied if i could keep on
the straight and narrow and not have broke your heartwicked child
and i am a wicked child i am a wicked child
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Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] multilinear 2017-07-21 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
HOLLERS

okay so i have been a bad person and not commented back on any of your wonderful fills but NOW I HAVE THE TIME and yet i have no time, my life is fading awayf rom me, this fill is everything

HOW DO YOU DO IT???????????? HOW?? i am consistently in awe of the way you use words to weave not only atmosphere but substantive conflict. the phrase "they go hard, they go long, they go into the zone and regret it later" it's got just such a perfect rhythm, it makes me breathe faster with them like athletes might because of how compelling it is, like a violent dance. im clawing at my face here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lordt

also ?? the !! dynamic shift from aomine usually the one bathed in awe to kise being the !!! confident "keep up with me" child, there's sometimes an imbalance i think in aokise relationships and i feel like this one really nailed the one i love most, where they are rough-edged equals. kise not giving too many fucks about aomine EXCEPT HE IS EXCEPTIONAL and hwo sjfkldsajfm they are so wild and energetic together, this seamless story and this perfect capsule of how these two work, separately and apart. ughskdflajsdf ♥ thank you, i am so grateful, this is so wonderful ....... thank you thank you thank you!! ♥
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