Bonus Round 5: Clue

[referees]

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

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!

This round closes on 5 August @ 7PM EDT. (Countdown Timer.)

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
  • Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
  • The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
  • Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
  • The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
  • Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
  • 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 Clue-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> [Character] in the [location] with the [item].	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

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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: violence to eyes
Other Tags: medical horror

Prompt:
Murasakibara in a hospital corridor with an eyeball.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 416

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/73533.html

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: niou masaharu/yagyuu hiroshi
Fandom: prince of tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
niou in the bathroom with yagyuu's glasses.

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[doxian]

Ship: Ebumi Masaru/Ise Natsuki
Fandom: All Out!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Ebumi in Ise's room with the mascara

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[saccharinescorpion]

Ship: Tadokoro Jin / Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: remember when someone asked Watanabe asked what Makishima's favorite part of gravure was and he *instantly* answered "thighs"

Prompt:

Tadokoro in Makishima's London flat with a pair of thigh highs

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: sanada/yukimura(/yanagi)
Fandom: prince of tennis
Major Tags: medical issues
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
yukimura in the emergency room with his freshly written diagnosis.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: violence/gore
Other Tags: so who else played lollipop chainsaw

Prompt:
Momoi in the Touou gym with her boyfriend's severed head.

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, M

[moetushie]

Ship: Momoi/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Character death, Bodily fluids/functions (blood), violence/gore
Other Tags: zombie au
Word Count: 558

this is a wholesome fill;;


***

Satsuki had been putting some finishing touches on a new dossier on all the promising first years from rival schools when she heard a crash behind her. It was late, practice was long over, so who was struggling in the leftover volleyball nets?

She ventured closer to see that it was Sakurai. But not Sakurai as she was used to seeing him. The boy was deathly pale and there was blood caked around his mouth. His belly was also slashed open, but he was still moving, trying to grab Satsuki from where she stood. Immediately Satsuki knew what happened and what she should do.

The Touou Zombie Extraction Plan was a go.

*

She found Dai-chan sleeping in his dorm room seemingly without a care in the world. He didn’t seem to register the screams and yells coming from outside at all. Satsuki had always told him that he could sleep through the apocalypse but here was the proof. She slapped him awake and his eyes bulged out when he saw what she was holding.

“... Satsuki, why do you have a chainsaw?!”

“It’s not a chainsaw,” Satsuki said patiently. “These are hedge trimmers. I also have baseball balls and helmets. We’re going to have to fight our way out.”

“Out …? Of where?”

“Honestly, Dai-chan, take look outside.”

“I don’t want to, tell me what it is already.”

“The end of the world,” Satsuki said, and tried not to grin too broadly.

*

It wasn’t that she wanted the world to end, not really. But fighting through a horde of zombies with Dai-chan was incredibly fun. Their years together had given them almost a sixth sense around each other -- Satsuki could always tell where Dai-chan was, and vice versa. They took out a lot of zombies just from the dorm entrance alone.

Satsuki was used to watching the action from the sidelines and while she knew her work was important, it got boring, after a while to see Dai-chan and the rest get all the glory. She kicked Imayoshi-senpai out of the way -- all the while as he was trying to gnaw at her shoes -- and shouted for Dai-chan to follow her. Their meandering escape route out of Touou took them through the gym, and that’s when she noticed that Dai-chan had slowed his pace.

Already feeling the first feelings of dread, she turned to look at him. Dai-chan was pale underneath his brown skin.

“Satsuki,” he said, “that bastard Imayoshi bit me.”

“Oh. We’ll stop the bleeding and keep going!” Satsuki said brightly, but Dai-chan only shook his head.

“I’m already -- Satsuki, you have to do it before I attack you.”

Satsuki shook her head. She wouldn’t. Not Dai-chan. Not him.

*

An hour later, Satsuki was ready to move on. She had taken as a weapon everything that could be used as a weapon from the storage rooms, including the rifles and birdshot from the hunting club. She also had food, some bottled water and a cellphone wrapped in plastic. And finally, in a backpack, snugly protected under layers of towels, was Dai-chan’s head. He could still blink and move his mouth, but of course he couldn’t speak -- he had no vocal cords, after all.

Satsuki had never thought of herself as a sentimental girl, but she supposed life was full of surprises.

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[transmiyuki]

Ship: miyuki kazuya/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Kuramochi in Serenity's hold with a mysterious cryopod.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[kazuyas]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no a
Major Tags: offscreen abuse of the psychological, emotional, and physical variety
Other Tags: cryostasis, firefly au, trauma, trans character (trans masc miyuki)
Word Count: 847 words

***

When Sawamura had suggested they take on passengers to cover costs, Kataoka had been against the idea.

But then Chris had agreed, and reminded Kataoka in no uncertain terms that they needed the coin, and that was that (Kataoka had reminded Chris of his soft spot for the boy, to which Chris had laughed and reminded Kataoka that he was far from impartial himself when it came to their boisterous engineer).

Still, that didn't keep Kataoka from feeling wary.

He just wishes that sentiment wasn't vindicated mere hours later after he kicks open the strange crate one of those suspect passengers reveals a human being in cryostasis.

They all stand in dumbfounded silence, collective gaze fixed on the figure huddled on the floor of the cargo hold.

Kuramochi takes advantage of Isashiki's jaw-agape shock and wrests himself free of the mercenary's grip, moving to crouch in front of them.

"Hey," he murmurs, hand reaching out. "Miyuki. It's me—Kuramochi."

The figure—female?—inhales and exhales in ragged breaths, but otherwise doesn't show any sign of movement, no indicator they heard Kuramochi speak.

"Miyuki," Kuramochi says. He pauses, then: "Kazuya."

Something shifts in their awareness, eyes snapping up to Kuramochi. "Youichi."

Kuramochi pushes Miyuki's hair back, and now he smiles, a tender thing that Kataoka can barely look at.

He realizes, suddenly, that this moment was meant to be private, somewhere much further away from the Core, and definitely not in the hold of a smuggling ship with several witnesses of questionable moral integrity.

Miyuki doesn't seem to notice, though. "You came," he says, quiet with awe.

"Of course I did," Kuramochi says, and in his voice Kataoka can hear the conviction. "Did you really think I wouldn't?"

It's there that Kataoka decides he's waited long enough; he clears his throat.

They both look up, and the fear that appears in Kataoka's eyes tells a story—one he doesn't quite understand yet.

"Care to explain?"

———

It's only once they have Miyuki in the infirmary (sedated, for precaution's sake) that they all gather in the mess, Kuramochi shifting on his feet as they settle in to listen.

"Start from the beginning," Kataoka says.

"Don't leave anything out," Jun grumbles.

"Jun," Chris warns, and as always Kataoka finds himself grateful for his first mate's steady presence. He turns to Kuramochi. "Just help us understand."

Kuramochi clears his throat. "Miyuki is—well. He's been my best friend for years, and there was always this—sense—that everyone had that he was different. Nothing held his interest long, nothing kept him occupied or challenged for more than a few weeks, maybe months." He pauses. "At least, not until a letter came to his house a few years ago, talking about an elite program the Alliance was facilitating, something that would put his mind to use. So he went."

He sighs. "At first, things were fine, but then letters started getting weird—references to things I didn't remember, people we'd never met."

"They were coded," Chris says. "We used a similar system during the war."

Kataoka shifts. "Continue."

Kuramochi nods. "Eventually I was able to figure it out, and then, well—Miyuki was in trouble." He says it as if the conclusion was obvious, inevitable.

"So you fronted an escape from an assumedly highly-guarded Alliance facility on your own?" Jun asks.

Kuramochi meets Jun's eyes evenly. "I'm not a genius like Miyuki, and I don't have this crew's experience with less-than-legal enterprises—" Ryousuke snorts "—but I'm not fool. I found the right people, pulled the right levers. And Miyuki's father isn't a poor man."

That sits for a moment before Ryousuke asks: "He's that Miyuki?"

"If you're referring to the steel magnate, yes," Kuramochi answers.

Jun straightens from his place against the wall, ignoring Tetsu's placating hand on his shoulder—"You mean to tell me the man's daughter—"

Kuramochi bristles. "Son," he corrects.

"I thought—"

Ryousuke clears her throat meaningfully.

Kataoka isn't interested in laboring over this particular conversation. "His son," he prompts, hoping Kuramochi will understand the cue to continue.

"Miyuki senior was more than willing to have Miyuki out of his hair," Kuramochi mutters.

"But he let you use his fortune to get him out?" Chris asks.

Kuramochi scratches the back of his neck. "He doesn't realize, strictly speaking, that Miyuki is out. It was a small amount, in the grand scheme of things."

The room falls quiet, everyone processing the implications.

Finally, Jun asks: "You pulled a con on the owner of Miyuki Steel to break his own son out of Alliance captivity?"

Kuramochi shrugs. "Basically."

Kataoka stands. "I'd be a mite more impressed if you didn't bring the full weight of the Alliance's scrutiny onto my boat."

"I never intended—" Kuramochi starts, but a raised hand from Kataoka stops him short.

"I'll ask you to rejoin your friend in the infirmary. Our medic, Haruichi, is helping him how he can, but I need to confer with my crew."

Kuramochi swallows. "Of course."

He leaves without another word, and Kataoka sighs.

Passengers were trouble, he'd told Sawamura. Nothing but trouble.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: alex/masako
Fandom: kuroko's basketball
Major Tags: violence?
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
masako in the ballroom with the thigh holster.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Alex/Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 441

context what’s that

***

Alex jams the door shut behind her; there’s no one else in here for now, and it’ll stay that way until they get done (even if someone calls maintenance, it might take them a while to get there, long enough for the two of them to finish up this phase).

“Why do I have to carry the purse again?” says Masako.

“It goes better with your outfit. You can show up with a suit and a big bag like you’ve just come from work. I, on the other hand…”

Alex gestures at her dress, long and slinky, sculpted around her ass and then letting out just enough with a slit up the side that ends halfway up her thigh. Enough to catch anyone’s attention, but not in a way that’s more than looking at a gorgeous woman (not that Masako’s so fond of other people looking at Alex like that, but it’s not like Alex is going to do much with them other than maybe blow their head off). She pulls the thigh holster and the revolver out of her bag, searching for the bullet case before loading the revolver, thumbing the magazine from chamber to chamber, pointed at the stall ahead. From the other side, Alex watches her, leaning on her elbow (her neck looks so damn long with her hair done up like that). She reaches for the holster, but Masako stops her wrist.

“Let me.”

She doesn’t need to see Alex’s wicked grin to know it’s there, but it’s not like Masako’s not smiling, either as she places the loaded revolver on the edge of the sink. Alex nudges the slit on her dress upward and raises her left leg up onto the counter. Masako unbuckles the holster, holds it firm to the top of Alex’s thigh and winds it inward (if her knuckles brush against Alex’s other thigh and her underwear, well, it’s just because it’s close quarters they’re working in; she can feel Alex suck in her breath and see her bite her lip. They don’t have time to do much more than that (Masako buckles the holster in place and then leans across to kiss Alex quickly before she stuffs the slim gun in, right where the dress will skim over it, a few risky centimeters above where the slit begins.

“You ready?” says Alex, taking her leg down (there’s barely any indication at all of the metal and leather underneath her dress).

“When you are,” says Masako, hoisting the purse over her arm and turning toward the door.

Alex pretends to adjust her makeup in the mirror; Masako unjams the door and heads out.

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: Oinoya or Iwaoi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Possible injury

Prompt:
Oikawa in the pharmacy with the knee brace.

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, G

[yrindor]

Ship: Nishinoya Yuu/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: injuries
Word Count: 421

***

Oikawa stared at the row of shelves in front of him. He had been standing there for the better part of five minutes already, but when a clerk came by to ask if he needed help, he had brushed them off. He was something of an expert on knee braces himself after all; he was just trying to decide which one would be best for this particular situation.

He'd been watching Karasuno's libero again, like he usually did (people often commented they were surprised he could date someone from a rival team without getting jealous; he'd never figured out how to explain that that had never been an issue, but getting distracted by how beautiful and graceful his boyfriend looked on the court definitely was), and he'd noticed that Nishinoya hadn't seemed quite as graceful as usual.

Nishinoya had tried to brush it off as nothing after the game, but Oikawa was more than slightly familiar with that particular brand of evasiveness. When Nishinoya had come over later, Oikawa had silently apologized and then poked him hard in the side of the knee just as Iwaizumi had used to do to him. Nishinoya had yelped and jumped back into the couch, and Oikawa crossed him arms and waited until he finally had the full story. He'd left Nishinoya with an ice pack on his knee and strict orders not to move until he returned from the pharmacy.

Which was why he now found himself staring at the familiar wall of knee braces even though his knee had been doing fairly well recently. Nishinoya could complain all he wanted, but there was no way Oikawa was going to let it slide. He'd been down that path himself once upon a time, and he wasn't going to let his boyfriend make the same mistake.

He finally settled on a brace not too different from the one he had worn when his knee had been at its worst. It was supportive enough to do its job, but without being too restrictive or having any rigid parts that would hurt if the hit the floor of the volleyball court.

He paid and practically ran back to his apartment with the bag.

"Noya-chan," he called when he walked in, "I'm back, and I brought you a present."

"I'm fine," Nishinoya grumbled from the sofa.

"And now you're going to be even more fine," Oikawa said, taking away the ice and replacing it with the new brace. "See, I'll even give you a kiss to make it all better."

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[doxian]

Ship: Sekizan Takuya/Hachiouji Mutsumi, Sekizan Takuya & Komori Shingo
Fandom: All Out!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Sekizan in the classroom with strawberry cake

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[saccharinescorpion]

Ship: Tadokoro Jin &/ Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: (whispers) unrequited is fine

Prompt:

Aoyagi inside the clubroom with a box of handmade chocolates

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[yrindor]

Ship: Haiba Lev &/ Shibayama Yuuki
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Lev in his apartment with the toys for the cats he's catsitting for Kenma and Yaku.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Koga Kimitaka/Teshima Junta, G

[jeilovesyou]

Ship: Haiba Lev/Shibayama Yuuki
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: Eating mention?
Other Tags: Cats and cats and cats and cats
Word Count: 670 words

I slightly misread the prompt so they're in Kenma and Yaku's apartment instead of Lev's but gfuiojdlfk okay it's still soft,, ty so much for this good prompt.

***

Lev was doing fine. He was doing just fine, you see, so there is no reason—none at all—for Yaku to be coming back to check on him for the third time.

It had been Kenma’s idea to leave Mocha and Mugi, two extremely fluffy ragdoll cats, in Lev’s care while he and Yaku went off to some sort of game-related event which would keep them out past 2 in the morning, and which Lev didn’t understand at all.

The first time Yaku had returned, it was to make sure Lev knew not to feed them too many treats and spoil their dinner (and Lev did remember what to feed them for dinner, didn’t he?). The second time it was ostensibly to retrieve his forgotten scarf, but Lev strongly suspected that was just an excuse to check on him again.
And this time, when the knock at the door came again, he probably—

Lev opened the door—

This time, it isn’t Yaku.

“Why are you here?”

Shibayama smiles up at him sheepishly, ruffles his own hair. “Please don’t look that upset to see me. I’ll get depressed, you know?”

Lev does not stop pouting. “Yaku-san sent you to spy on me.”

“Not at all! Yaku-san just said you might be busy with the cats so maybe I should bring over some food to save you the trouble of figuring out dinner and—“ He grimaces, realization dawning on him. “And actually, on second thought, that totally does sound like he sent me to spy on you doesn’t it.”

Lev’s shoulders droop, and Shibayama marvels at how tall he still looks, even like that. “I have everything under control, Yuuki. You can go.”

“Wait!” He wedges his sneaker in between the door and frame before Lev can shut him out. “I don’t doubt you’re doing fine, but um…” He holds up a bag. “I brought the food all this way, so maybe… maybe we could just. You know, hang out?”

Lev looks at the bag, which has some serious heft to it and is giving off a really delicious scent. And at Yuuki’s cheeks, tinged pink (from the cold, surely.)

Mocha mewls at Lev’s heels, and he steps aside to let Shibayama in.

Lev lies on his belly on the floor and rolls a ball back and forth for Mugi to bat at, while Shibayama takes to the kitchen and tries to get curry on plates while dodging Mocha as she weaves between his legs.

The cats get their dinner too, which Shibayama takes a picture of and sends it off to Kenma and Yaku to ease their minds.

“Seems nice,” Shibayama says later when he and Lev are resting on the couch watching a variety show, each with a warm fuzzy ball of contentment on their laps.

“What does?” Lev asks.

“Living like this… do you think Yaku-san and Kenma spend every day like this?”

Lev isn’t sure what Shibayama is talking about, until he looks at his face and suddenly he does—sharing the burden of household chores, moving easily in the same space without unnecessary conflict, resting in each other’s company.

“Do you think…” Shibayama averts his gaze to stare straight ahead at the TV, clears his thoat. “Next year, when we both graduate—“

“You want to live together?” Lev blinks, just as surprised that he said the words as he is that Shibayama led him to them.

“Well, yeah.” Shibayama laughs. “Man, I get really uneasy when you finish my sentences like that.”

“You don’t look uneasy, though?” Not with the way he’s grinning. “Yuuki, you finish my sentences too.”

“I guess I do, sometimes.” Shibayama watches Lev’s long fingers pet down the line of the now-dozing Mugi’s back.

“If we live together, I’ll look happy to see you every day.”

Shibayama stares at him in wide-eyed surprise.

“Yuuki will get depressed otherwise, right?”

“…Yeah.” Shibayama laughs and nudges his shoulder against Lev’s arm. “Yeah, I’ll be happy to see you every day, too.”

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[yrindor]

Ship: Haiba Lev/Shibayama Yuuki OR Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possible injuries

Prompt:
Shibayama or Makishima in the club room with a jar of muscle rub.

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[mousapelli]

Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: beka being adorbs on insta.

Prompt:
Otabek's hamster in the new apartment with a tiny hat.

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[yrindor]

Ship: Manami Sangaku/Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: needles

Prompt:
Toudou in the bedroom with a needle and an earring

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[lordonisyr]

Ship: Manami Sangaku/Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Blood, Puncturing the skin
Other Tags: Needles, Age gaps, slight masochism
Word Count: 1,086

***

Toudou laid his tools out like he was about to perform a sacred ceremony. He pulled a pair of purple rubber gloves methodically over his slender hands then he laid out a tea towel on his dorm desk. He lit a tea candle in a sturdy votive then put down a cup of ice and a stand mirror followed by a cork, a felt pen, a wrapped alcohol wipe, and then the long needle went down like a sword being presented. It was a thin doll needle, long enough to have a good grip and roughly the size of a proper piercing needle. A small, plastic box went down next.

The items on the table shifted with light clunks against the desk, Toudou shot an ugly glance to the one in the opposite chair. Manami was kicking his foot against the side of the desk; that light smirk still plastered on his face.

“Could you stop that, it’s affecting my concentration,” Toudou scolded.

“Sorry, Jinpachi,” Manami responded, the singsong tone told Toudou he wasn’t that apologetic though he did stop.

Manami was a university student now and still acting like a kid, it was annoying and cute at the same time. Hearing Manami say his given name always made Toudou’s cheeks warm up.

“Now stay still,” Toudou advised.

Manami’s smirk widened and he had this look in his eyes that was a little too excited. Toudou picked up the pen with one hand and the fingers of his opposite hand took a delicate hold of Manami’s left earlobe. He focused the tip carefully and made a small black dot on Manami’s earlobe. Toudou capped the pen and put it on the table, then brought up the mirror and showed it to Manami.

“Is that where you wanted it?” Toudou asked.

Manami studied his image in the mirror, slowly his mouth opened and he nodded.

“That would be perfect,” Manami said.

“Okay, let’s get started,” Toudou declared, putting the pen down.

“This is going to be so amazing, you’re so great for doing this Jinpachi,” Manami responded.

Toudou just had to smile wider and flip his hair back with the back of his hand. He knew by now the kid was kissing up to him, but Toudou didn’t exactly mind being kissed up to no matter what the reason was. It took a while for Toudou to tell the difference between when Manami wanted something or when he was legitimately signing his praises, though his intentions were always pretty innocent.

Toudou picked up the cup of ice and took out a cube, holding it to Manami’s lobe.

“Now I want you to hold this on your ear for a minute or so,” Toudou advised. “This will numb your ear to take the sting out.”

Manami’s eyes widened in sudden surprise, lips bowed down into a frown.

“Will it hurt that much?” Manami asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a pinch and a little burn,” Toudou assured, tapping him on the shoulder.

Manami cocked his head and looked at the dresser.

“Do I have to use this?” Manami asked. “I think I’d rather have the whole experience.”

Toudou looked at him blankly and blinked, then shrugged and put the ice cube back in the cup. This wasn’t exactly a surprise either.

“That’s no problem, San-chan, if that’s what you’d prefer,” Toudou answered. “I guess it is part of the experience; teasing that primal pain instinct.”

“Exactly, I want to feel everything!” Manami beamed.

Toudou was used to this by now, though it didn’t sound any less creepy.

“Well let’s get right to business,” Toudou declared. He took up the gauze wrapper, tore open the package, and swabbed Manami’s earlobe with alcohol. “I will just remind you again I’ve never done this before.”

“But you watched your sister do it, isn’t that right?”

“Most certainly,” Toudou motioned to the silver ball in his own earlobe. “The members of the Toudou family have exceptionally nimble fingers and strong constitutions. There are few ancient arts we can’t master.”

“That’s amazing,” Manami lightly chuckled.

Toudou put down the alcohol swab and picked up the needle, passing it through the candle’s flame to sterilize it. Manami was watching the needle with a wide smile. He then picked up the cork and positioned it behind Manami’s earlobe, then aimed needle’s tip right over the drawn circle.

“Don’t worry about hurting me, I’m pretty tough,” Manami stated.

And he has this thing for pain, Toudou finished in his head.

“I’ll certainly remember that, Manami,” Toudou said. The thought made him feel a tiny bit less nervous about this but it didn’t allay all his fears about mauling his special friend.

The tip of the needle was gently pressed against Manami’s skin, Toudou got a firm grip on the end of it and the cork. He took a breath and drove the needle through. Manami shivered a little, though Toudou saw that little smile. The tip of the needle was now embedded in the cork and the needle was through his ear with a little dribble of blood. Toudou carefully pulled the needle back and extracted it from the cork and Manami’s earlobe. There was a reddening hole left right in the area where the mark had been.

Toudou put the tools down and collected the little plastic box, opening it and taking out the starter earring he and Manami had picked out together. He placed the stud into the hole and carefully put the backing on. Toudou moved his fingers and admired his handiwork.

“Masterful, truly masterful,” Toudou boasted.

“What does it look like?” Manami asked excitedly.

Toudou picked up the mirror and grandly handed it to Manami. Manami snatched it up and positioned it over one side of his face. Manami’s sparkling eyes and widening grin shot warmth through Toudou’s heart capped off with his little yell.

“Ahhh that looks awesome!” Manami yelped, kicking his feet.

Manami and Toudou both admired the little emerald that stood against Manami’s skin. Toudou’s hand gently cupped Manami’s jaw and his thumb rubbed under his chin.

“You are more than welcome, it was a service I was glad to perform,” Toudou replied. “You were such a good sport too.”

Toudou pecked Manami on the lips, Manami let out a little moan and kissed him back.

“You’re truly amazing, Jinpachi,” Manami hummed, kissing him again.

Toudou hummed a little and kissed his cheek, feeling his boyfriend’s fingers caress the side of his face. That was reward enough for doing this.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[lysithea]

Ship: Shirabu Kenjirou &/ Yahaba Shigeru &/ Futakuchi Kenji &/ Ennoshita Chikara
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: meta

Prompt:
Futakuchi in the miyagi training camp with a copy of the game of Clue.

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[doxian]

Ship: Ebumi Masaru/Oharano Etsugo
Fandom: All Out!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol

Prompt: Ebumi sitting underneath the bleachers with a six pack of beers

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[mousapelli]

Ship: Yamaguchi/Yachi or Yamaguchi/Hinata or Yamaguchi/Tsukishima or Yamaguchi/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: fictional sports, marks is going to beat me up.

Prompt:
Yamaguchi in the Quidditch Pitch with the Golden Snitch.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: yamaguchi tadashi / yachi hitoka
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: hogwarts au
Word count: none

yamaguchi = dynamite
yachi = chiharu


***

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[doxian]

Ship: Iwashimizu Sumiaki/Miyuki Atsushi
Fandom: All Out!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Iwashimizu in the training camp inn with a photo of Miyuki in his wallet

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[transmiyuki]

Ship: miyuki kazuya/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: trans character, that sweet sweet bait

Prompt:

Miyuki in his private chambers with his coronation dress.

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[doxian]

Ship: Ashikiba Takuto/Kuroda Yukinari
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Yuki in Ashikiba's backyard with cat treats

remember that trivia of Ashikiba owning a cat :3

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[chameleonskin]

Ship: Kuroda Yukinari / Ashikiba Takuto
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Animals
Word Count: None

Thanks for the adorable prompt! I'm not sure if there's any canon breed for Ashikiba's cat but hope you'll like this one♡

***

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[mousapelli]

Ship: Saeko/Tsukishima Akiteru or Yamaguchi/Tsukishima Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: nostalgic teenage crushes

Prompt:
Tsukishima in the Karasuno shoe locker area with the mix tape.

Re: PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[marks]

if we weren't on the same team, i would have written both into one fic.

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[yrindor]

Ship: Fuji Shuusuke/Inui Sadaharu OR Fuji Shuusuke/Inui Sadaharu/Kikumaru Eiji/Oishi Shuuichirou
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Fuji at the kitchen table with his cactus.

Re: PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[blueminuet]

wOW

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[yrindor]

Ship: Sanada Genichirou/Yukimura Seiichi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: illness, hospitals

Prompt:
Sanada outside the door to Yukimura's hospital room with a string of (somewhat lopsided) paper cranes.

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: is this an american gods reference yes no maybe? but feel free to take it wherever

Prompt:

Kagami at the geographic center of the contiguous United States with a cold McDonald's apple pie.

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[moetushie]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: road trips, totally plagiarizing my own travels thru KS, police stops, weird feels that come from long road trips
Word Count: 800

It's been too long since I read American Gods so the reference is lost on me, but I hope you like it regardless???

Read on AO3

***

The apple pie he’d bought outside of Omaha had cooled to the point that the crust was chalky and the filling was sweetly acidic to his tongue. He bit off another chunk of it and chewed it determinedly. It was better than talking, anyway. Tatsuya, whose turn it was to drive, glanced at him for a moment, his lips curving upwards into a cool smile.

Then he turned his attention back to the road, saying nothing.

Taiga had thought … Well, when Tatsuya had suggested this cross-country trip to celebrate Taiga’s high school graduation, Taiga had agreed instantly, without thinking too hard about it. After all, if he was going to school in the US, he had get used to being here again, didn’t he? And what better way to refamiliarize himself with his adopted country than a couple of weeks on the road with his favorite brother?

But things had gone wrong almost as soon as the rubber hit the road. Nothing seemed right, or feel settled. As the miles piled up, Taiga realize that he hadn’t spent such an extended time with Tatsuya since they were both kids. In some ways he didn’t know the new Tatsuya, and Tatsuya didn’t know him. They both wore the ring around their necks, but that didn’t mean… No, that meant something, all right. It was just Taiga wasn’t sure exactly what it was, not anymore.

“Is it good?” Tatsuya’s voice jolted out of his reverie and Taiga almost choked himself on his seatbelt.

“What?”

“Your pie, Taiga,” Tatsuya said, faintly amused.

“Oh, yeah, no, it’s horrible. Want a taste?”

Tatsuya wrinkled his perfect nose. “I’ll pass. We’ll be there soon.”

There was the geographic center of the contiguous United States. There wasn’t exactly a lot of things to do in Kansas anyway, but Taiga thought take a picture and putting it on Instagram wouldn't be too bad. But the sky was getting dark -- they would probably have to stop and find a motel soon and might not get to Lebanon until tomorrow.

“Tatsuya, I wanted to ask --” Taiga began, but he never got a chance to finish that sentence. Behind them, police lights flashed and Tatsuya swore quietly under his breath as he pulled over. They hadn’t been speeding, Taiga knew that -- he wasn’t sure their tiny, dust-streaked rental car could speed, actually, and getting up the Rockies was a real worry -- so he tried to relax and put on his best face forward.

The policeman, when he ambled over to their open window, was hard to make out in the gather gloom. His mirror sunglasses reflected back what little light there was, and his skin was ruddy under the dust of the highway. He tapped against the glass of the half-rolled down window, staring at Tatsuya.

“Kid,” he said, “do you know know how fast you were going?”

“About fifty, sir,” Tatsuya said and the officer blinked at him. Taiga wanted to grin. He’d probably marked the both of them as a couple of foreigners, easily scared. But Tatsuya always had nerves of steel -- that didn’t change.

“Well, you were going a little faster than fifty, according to my scanner. What’s a couple a guys like you doing in Kansas?”

“Just passing through,” Taiga said.

“Where to?”

“California,” Tatsuya said. “Officer, are we free to go?”

“California, huh. Well,” the officer said, hitting the top of the car with flat of his hand. “Well, this’ll be your warning. Watch your speed, all right?”

Tatsuya nodded and they were off again, driving in silence for awhile until Taiga sighed. He tossed the congealed mess of a pie into the plastic bag that served as their trash bin and looked over to Tatsuya. The fine line of tension that had been present in the corners of his mouth and eyes had finally begun to dissipate. He glanced over at Taiga and for some reason, he began to laugh.

Not knowing what else to do, Taiga began to laugh as well.

“You looked so worried back there,” Tatsuya said, in between giggles. “Like that cop was going to haul me away or something.”

“I don’t know, I was -- I was thinking of all those crazy situations and I -- I’m glad you’re okay. We’re okay.”

“Yeah.” Tatsuya paused. “Taiga, do you want to stop or should we keep driving?”

“Keep driving,” Taiga said decisively. “Straight outta Kansas.”

“Yeah,” Tatsuya said, smiling at him and Taiga felt warm. Maybe the distance between them wasn’t as great as he thought. Tatsuya had grown up, but so what? So had he. They were still brothers. And Taiga still loved him. And he was pretty sure Tatsuya loved him too. They were going to be all right.

As soon as they got out of Kansas, anyway.