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

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Required Work Minimums:

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• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Miyahara at the opera with a bouquet.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: kanzaki miki / miyahara
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: mention of bodily fluids (blood), brief mention of death (both of these are from an operatic text)
Other tags: mention of performance anxieties
Word count: 517

it's ok miyahara, I love opera too


***


Miki draws them to her like the sun.

Miki dies beautifully. Miki walks through the fire and is reborn in a garden under the golden light. Miki is driven mad and stands upon the stairs with blood on her hands and blood in her hair and blood all down the white silk of her dress, and she is still beautiful, and the crowd loves her.

Miyahara has followed Miki through seven cities in the last two months, with her carefully coloured-coded clipboard of stage directives, and she has seen the Miki that the crowd doesn’t, the one quiet and considerate when Imaizumi had broken down under performance anxieties, the Miki that sits with Aya all through the night when she failed auditions for the new dance company.

“Thank you for all your hard work!” Miki calls out brightly to every stage hand as she walks past them. Miyahara just nods in acknowledgement but something burns bright and warm under the bones of her breast as Miki’s smile alights on her. “And thank you especially, Miyahara-san, for the care you put into each show.”

Miyahara frowns. “Of course, Kanzaki-san. This is my job.”

“I meant in all the other little ways,” Miki smiles. Sweat glows on her brow from the stage lights and she’s still tightly corseted in her silk skirts, but the backstage traffic flows around her as she leans into Miyahara’s space to talk to her over the clamour. “You watch every show like it’s your first. You always throw a bouquet on the stage.”

“I,” Miyahara stammers. She can feel her cheeks flush pink. It’s so hot even here in the shadow of the curtains. “I like opera very much. A lot. I like it a lot.” They only have thirty minutes for intermission and Miki needs a costume change and Miyahara suddenly feels all the this time slip through her fingers.

“I like opera a lot, too.” Miki laughs at that, tilts her head prettily like she’s flowing through the motions of an aria, but it’s just her and Miyahara in the alcove off the stage and there is no act here except for the Miki that the crowd doesn’t know, and before Miyahara can reply, Miki is whisked off by stage hands into her dressing room.

The second half is a wonder. The second half is where Miki shines and love triumphs as it descends from the clouds to overcome all things, and Miki’s voice is like a thing that transcends even in the dark. The thunder of the crowd is overwhelming and Miyahara almost doesn’t have the courage to throw her own bouquet into the pile that is quickly growing at Miki’s feet as she bows, but when Miki tilts her head prettily, an aria that soars in just the small movement of her beauty, Miyahara sees her smiling that smile, the backstage smile, the tired smile, the smile at the end of the day, and it’s all Miyahara needs to toss the bouquet of roses from behind the curtain.

Miki sees her and winks, and catches the roses before they land.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: midorima/takao
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

takao outside midorima's bedroom window with small rocks.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midorima/Takao
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 547 words

***

Plink. Plink. Plink!

Throwing rocks at Midorima’s bedroom, Takao had discovered, was actually quite soothing. It never woke Midorima up but there was a certain thrill to the thought that it might and then Takao would actually have to explain what he was doing outside Midorima’s house at 3AM with a basketful of glow in the dark rocks.

Originally, he’d just used normal rocks that he gathered from other people’s driveways but he’d stopped that after Midorima complained that somehow, there was gravel in the garden and it blunted the blades of the lawnmower.

Now he dipped the pebbles in glow-in-the-dark paint instead so each small chip of rock shine with a white-green hue. During the daytime, he scattered them over a towel on the windowsil so they’d absorb plenty of sunlight and then in the night, he folded up the towel carefully and placed it in the basket he carried over to Midorima’s garden.


The towel was black so the stones shone brightly against it, just as brightly as they did against the grass. Takao had been doing it for nearly a month and he’d yet to leave a single painted pebble behind as evidence.

Not that what he was doing was a crime or anything. Well. Maybe it was trespassing. But if he stood at the gate and threw the rocks, he’d have to throw much harder and then he might break the window. Destruction of property or vandalism were far more severe charges than just vandalism!

As long as he didn’t break anything, as long as he didn’t leave behind any signs of his midnight vigils, it was okay. He could stand there and Morse code messages through the plink of the little rocks against the glass of Midorima’s window. He could--

“Why,” Midorima asked in a voice that was sleep-clotted and thick, “Are you throwing rocks at my sister’s window?”

Takao whirled around, eyes wide. Even the sight of Midorima in adorable frog-patterned pyjamas didn’t stop his heart from beating hummingbird-fast.“Your -- sister’s window?!”

“Yes,” Midorima confirmed, scratching the top of his head. “We changed rooms three months ago.”

“...” Could he claim he had a crush on Midorima’s sister? He hadn’t never even met her! She could be a child for all he knew!

“I thought it was your window,” he said finally and held out the basket of little rocks. “I wanted to show you these.”

“...Rocks that glow in the dark? At 3 in the morning?” Midorima asked. Dark as it was, Takao could still see the expression of ‘are you stupid?’ that Midorima so often wore.

“Well, you wouldn’t have seen them glowing during the daytime!” Takao said with a laugh. “Anyway, now that you’ve seen them, I’ll be on my way.”

In all his fantasies, he’d never thought that this was how it would go if he got caught. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or depressed. He headed for the wall, ready to vault over, then paused when he heard Midorima’s voice.

“Wait,” Midorima said and Takao turned with his heart in his throat, hope once more singing in his heart.

“Pick those up before you go,” Midorima said, jerking his head towards the shining pebbles. “They’ll ruin the lawnmower otherwise.”

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[hibari1_chan]

Ship: Tsukishima Akiteru/Tanaka Saeko, Aomine Daiki/Momoi Satsuki
Fandom: Haikyû!! or Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Implied sexual content
Other Tags: Teen Pregnancy

Prompt:

Saeko or Satsuki in her high school's girl toilets with the positive pregnancy test.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[hibari1_chan]

Ship: Nijimura Shûzô/Haizaki Shôgo, Nanase Haruka/Matsuoka Rin, Kimishita Atsushi/Ooshiba Kiichi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke or Free! or DAYS
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Aged up characters

Prompt:

Haizaki or Rin or Kimishita in the living room of their home with the (signed ?) adoption papers.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Haizaki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 471

***

Shougo still can't fucking believe it. He looks down at the papers in his hand, all signed, thinks back at how they’d walked into the courtroom, taken a picture with the judge, all three of them. It’s official now even though they’ve been family for a long time, family with the caveat that the foster system could rear one of its uglier heads and move Heaven to some other house, the care of her birth father’s family even though they want nothing to do with her.

Heaven’s always been ambivalent about her name, and so she can be a grouchy kid a lot of the time—but Shougo’s going to be as sappy as he damn well pleases today, because she’s brought a hell of a lot into his and Shuuzou’s lives since they’d decided they were going to try another foster kid, hope that everything turned out okay, and this is more than okay. They’d ended up with a great kid, a great kid who’s theirs officially and forever. Shougo had tried not to break down in the courtroom or the car and mostly succeeded, turned around to ruffle Heaven’s hair in the backseat and tell her how proud he is and see her halfway roll her eyes. But now, shit; he doesn’t have to keep it together in front of his kid or his partner; he’s just. God. So fucking overwhelmed—more than draft day, more than any stupid basketball thing, more than anything with Shuuzou even.

“Hey, there’s more cake,” Shuuzou says, pulling Shougo in for a hug and smacking his cheek. “You okay?”

This is so embarrassing, but Shougo doesn’t even care; he buries his face in Shuuzou’s shoulder and squeezes his eyes shut.

“I know,” says Shuuzou, his voice a little hoarse. “I know. But hey, they’re legit. You’ve been looking at those papers long enough, and your daughter’s kind of on a sugar high.”

“Whose fault is that?” says Shougo, blinking the tears back.

“Well, I’m not the one who ordered it with double buttercream icing, just saying,” says Shuuzou, lightly bumping Shougo’s hip.

The TV’s on in the den, baseball again, Jays-Braves; Shougo sits down on the couch and scoops Heaven into his lap.

“Hey,” she says. “I can’t reach my cake.”

“Guess I’ll have to eat it then.”

“Dad,” she whines, but he picks up the plate and hands it back to her.

The sound of Shuuzou’s camera shutter goes off; they both make faces at it—Shuuzou loves taking pictures, and neither Shougo nor Heaven has the patience for too many of them. But Shuuzou smiles at both of them anyway, and Shougo smiles back; he can’t see Heaven’s face from this angle but she’s probably smiling, too, and they might as well let Shuuzou get away with taking another one.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[hibari1_chan]

Ship: Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya(&Tetsuya Nigô)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, basically Kuroko going to America to see his boyfriend

Prompt:

Kagami at the airport with flowers (and dogs' treats).

Prompt: Team [Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo]

[krankran]

Ship: Fukutomi Juichi /(or &) Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Injury
Other Tags: anything goes but no death please?

Prompt:
Fukutomi in the Hakone tent with the bent bikeframe.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[hapaxlegomenon]

Ship: Fukutomi/Toudou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Injury (blood and broken bones)
Other Tags: Toudou's famous mood shifts, Fuku's famous stoicism
Word Count: 479



***

Fukutomi gritted his teeth and focused on his breathing. He was used to muscle pain, from long days of riding, but this was something else. Sharper. The trainer bent his elbow, and he failed to suppress a hiss.

“Right here?” she asked, and he nodded stiffly. “I’m going to take a closer look, it might hurt,” she warned, and he braced himself.

“Fuku!”

The shriek broke into Fukutomi’s concentration, and he flinched, then grunted in pain at the jostling to his elbow. The trainer jumped, too, and swore under her breath.

“Tou--”

“Fuku!” Toudou yelled again, hurrying from the tent entrance. “Fuku, oh my god, they said you got hit by a car! Oh my god, ohmygod, are you okay? Are you hurt? Sensei, is he okay? Is that his bike? Oh my god, Fuku…!”

“Toudou,” Fukutomi said, but Toudou didn’t seem to hear him through his rapidly accelerating hysteria.

“Jinpachi,” he tried, and reached out with his good arm to catch Toudou’s hand.

“And they -- what?”

“Relax.”

Toudou looked down at him with wide, frantic eyes. “But --” he started, and then he made an aborted movement that looked suspiciously like he wanted to fling himself into Fukutomi’s arms, and instead sat down beside him with exaggerated gentleness. His grip on Fukutomi’s hand, though, was iron-tight, and Fukutomi could feel him shaking.

“Relax,” Fukutomi said again. “I’m fine.”

The trainer chimed in. “You might have a fracture in this elbow,” she said, “so I’d like to take you in for x-rays and to get checked-over by a doctor, but other than that, the road rash seems to be the worst of it. You were lucky.”

“Lucky?” Toudou said indignantly. “He got hit by a car!”

Barely clipped, Fukutomi thought, as the trainer answered Toudou with raised eyebrows and a flat, “Yes, and you wouldn’t consider getting away from that with a break and a few scrapes lucky?”

Toudou gaped. “Yeah, but… a car.”

“I’m fine,” Fukutomi repeated. He tried not to think about the lost training time, the damage to his bicycle, the feeling of his skin dragging across concrete. “I’m fine.”

He felt Toudou’s hand on his cheek, gently turning his head, and he twitched in surprise.

“Were you scared?” Toudou asked. His voice was calm, now, low and serious, and Fukutomi willed himself not to panic as he looked into Toudou’s dark eyes. It happened. He’s fine. He’ll be fine. Better to concern himself with keeping in shape while his arm heals, no point in thinking over the event any more than he had to.

He heard the grinding echo of his bicycle’s frame accordioning in on itself, and he gulped.

“It’s okay if you were scared,” Toudou said. “I’m, I was scared for you.”

“Jinpachi, I --” Fukutomi broke the words off, and gritted his teeth and focused on his breathing.

Prompt: Team [Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo]

[krankran]

Ship: Ishigaki Koutarou & Ihara Tomoya & Tsuji Akihisa
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags:
Other Tags:

Prompt:
Ishigaki in the classroom with the highschool diploma.

Prompt: Team [Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo]

[krankran]

Ship: Urakubo Yuusaku / Niwazuma Shigenori
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags:
Other Tags: Up to the writer, but no death please lord

Prompt:
Niwazuma in the middle of the ocean with the broken boat motor.

Prompt: Team [Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo]

[krankran]

Ship: Fukutomi Juichi /(or &) Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags:
Other Tags:

Prompt:
Toudou in the clubroom with the Training Menus

Prompt: Team [Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo]

[krankran]

Ship: Aoyagi Hajime / Koga Kimitaka / Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags:
Other Tags: POLYSHIP???

Prompt:
Koga on the rooftop with the love letter.

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING G

[besania]

Ship: Teshima Junta / Koga Kimitaka / Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi pedal
Major tags: None
Other tags: cheese, the ghost of Murphy haunting Teshima (note: this is a joke no ghosts in this fill)
Word count: 1751

i think you can tell that i worked on this with a week between each part? so the narration style probably changes? idk bcs i didnt proof-read/beta it and the round finishes in 30 minutes lmao? i hope. i hope you still like it though!!!

***

To be fair, they hadn’t been to the rooftop before. They were all the kind to hang either in the classroom or the green spaces near the clubroom if not the clubroom itself. The weather report had also clearly stated it’d be clear, showers to be expected past the time club activities ended if at all (and even that had sounded alright, too, because if things went well they might get to share an umbrella and—)

Koga takes off his glasses and attempts to dry them against a shirt that was already visibly damp, a testament of how little coverage the stair’s doorway offered against the wind carrying buckets of water, for what was maybe the uptenth time.

“They did say it’s been windy lately”, he says over the noise of the rain as the sets the glasses over his nose again. Funny enough, it’s his grunt Teshima hears better, though maybe it’s just easier to feel it reverberate in his chest when they’re all standing side to side and close like that. “It must have carried rain clouds over here faster.”

“We should’ve double-checked with a different forecast”, says Aoyagi quietly, maybe too quietly for Koga to hear him. Maybe he wasn’t meant to, in the first place. And while he knows it wasn’t meant to be an accusation either, a wave of guilt still raises in his chest. Saying he had been the one in charge of the planning was making it sound more grandiose than it deserved to it, but he had been the one to come up with the whole rooftop confession idea.

Listen. He knew Koga well enough to be way more aware than the average acquaintance of his thing for somewhat dramatic gestures. A rooftop confession simply seemed to be the kind he’d like.

(Either that or one under the falling petals of cherry trees in spring, as Aoyagi had suggested. But that season was still a few months away; Teshima had openly dismissed for being so distant a date, and secretly for being too close to graduation — They couldn’t time it like that, what if things went south? There was a risk of things getting weird as it was, but the risk of things getting weird and they never speaking to Koga again was greater and more intimidating.)

He has to laugh at the situation now, half amused, half defeated. So much for avoiding awkward situations and finding the perfect place and looking at the weather in order to have all the bases covered. His luck really was something else, huh?

Maybe they should’ve gone with Aoyagi’s idea. What if they had figured out how to exchange buttons? That sounded like something Koga’d like too; Even if it turned out that they’d been reading him wrong he doubts the guy would just pull away after something like that.

“Do you think the message went through?” Koga speaks again. Aoyagi shifts a little closer to him.

“Don’t know… The screen went white before the “sent” animation appeared, but maybe…”, comes the quiet answer, somehow calm despite the situation.

Teshima stifles a sigh. Koga doesn’t.

What were the odds of all three people in a group either forgetting their phone or having it discharge on the same day?

Probably about the same of neither of them knowing that the rooftop door can only be opened from the inside
The wind blows with stupid strength again, pushing them against the doors that remain cruelly unmoving even when they're being needled by big cold drops of water for all but a few very long seconds. Koga tenses but faces the attack without budging, Teshima

After a few seconds, Koga, for the uptenth + 1 time, tries to dry his glasses—

"It's not working, Kimitaka", he hears himself, annoyance clear in his voice. "It's raining too much and you're soaked. It makes no difference—"

"It does too? It's better than looking at it through droplets of—"

"I have a napkin you can use", interrupts Aoyagi, all for the sake of avoiding a fight. "A little damp but not as wet as… uh, you are.”

Koga nods, throwing him a soft look that lasts about a second. A look directed at Hajime, of course. He’s never caught him looking at him like that (but then, he almost didn’t catch it at all, though that’s another story).

“That's fine, Hajime, thanks.”

“Junta, pass it over.”

Right. Right, they were all stuck in this situation, arguing would help it in no way even if the smug, low chuckle that escaped Koga at Aoyagi’s ‘do this’ tone easily tempted him into biting the unintentional bait.

It'd be as good a distraction as any. Hell, it might even be fun! It often was.

He doesn’t though. He’s just, feeling a little… under the weather. So he passes it over to Koga, a low ‘you’re welcome’ escaping him before he even has a chance to say thanks.

Koga snorts.

“Thanks for the crucial part you played in this exchange”, he says, sounding throughly amused at Teshima’s attitude. He doesn’t have to look up to know that his eyes are glinting, and if he shot some kind of retort at him he’d probably indulge him with banter.

He's seen Koga taunt people, but apparently that glint is only there for him. Yes, he knows it sounds lame.

Lamer still is that he hopes it means simmering.

“Well”, Teshima starts, placing his hands on his hips. “Aoyagi wouldn’t have offered a napkin in the first place if I hadn’t said anything, so technically—“

"Huh? I don't think this is a napkin.” What. “It looks more like a note"

Hajime freezes besides him. He does too, though he still looks at him for confirmation. Confirmation comes in the form of Hajime slowly taking out a napkin from his other pocket, staring at him with wide eyes.

Alright. Okay. Goddammit.

Teshima ponders for a second how suspicious it’d look to snatch the note from Koga’s hands, and if it’d be worth it considering it’d avoid him readi—

“Is that my name?”, asks Koga, squinting at the smudgy characters through wet lenses. Teshima throws his hands in the air, surrendering before the ghost of Murphy that obviously set to haunt this ass today. Alright! You win! It could get worse and it did get worse, what a victory, congratulations.

A hand slips into his, grounding him. He looks at Hajime who just motions with his head at Koga.

Yeah… that was right. Might as well see this blow in his face. If they got rejected the awkwardness of this unavoidable post-rejection hang out would echo through the ages. If they didn’t… they’d… still be stuck with this guy under the rain?

Koga reads fast. Then again, he probably can’t read half the letter. Teshima thinks he sees the moment he realizes what it is about though, a micro-expression that said ‘what––?’ all over passing through his features before he goes over that part a couple of times. He shifts a little, straightens a little, and the way Aoyagi squeezes his hand tells him that he had no idea how to interpret that either.

(So it started with him looking at a picture of the three of them hanging out, and one of them had Koga giving Aoyagi what had to be the most endeared look he’s seen on the guy in his life. He pointed it out at Aoyagi, of course, wanting to poke fun at him; Instead Aoyagi beat him to the punch by saying “I know. He does it often”, and then adding once he saw his confused expression: “He… does it for you too. I thought you knew…? And were just, uh, ignoring it.”

He had never noticed. But once he did, he started noticing a lot of things, too, about Koga and himself and heard some from Aoyagi, and then he started noticing those too.

He hoped that whatever happened wouldn’t leave him confirming that ignorance was bliss.)

Koga cleared his throat. He folded the letter neatly but kept looking at it as if he could read its' contents like that nonetheless.

“Is this why we’re here?”, he asks. He sounded uncertain. Maybe they still could—

“Yes”, says Aoyagi. “We wanted to give it to you, but… not like this.” He sounds motions at the rain with his head. “Sorry about that.”

Koga opens his mouth. He closes it. He massages his neck with a hand and they’ve both known him for long enough to be aware that he did that when he was nervous, and Teshima can already feel the blow they just dealt to their friendship. Imagine that, receiving a card where your two best friends assume you have a crush on them, where they tell you that you can join in if you want? He was probably mad––

“Was it that obvious?”, he asks instead, and though he clears his throat belatedly they already heard it. Was that… uh.

Embarrassment maybe?

“Yeah”, says Teshima, out of habit and maybe a little dumbfounded.

“Not really”, says Aoyagi at the same time, a little quieter and immediately pulling his hand so he’ll behave. “We’ve just been paying attention.”

Koga nods. And doesn’t say anything.

He feels Aoyagi get impatient, and honestly he’s feeling it too.

“Well, is that a yes or a no? Say something.” It came out more anxious that he would’ve liked, not that he cares given the situation and all.

"I was thinking of what to say–– It’s hard to come up with something when all I can think about is how you were going to do a rooftop confession and it…” He sounds a little less exasperated for a moment, is the guy seriously swallowing a laugh? Rude, Kimitaka. “It really started raining, huh? Hey, whose idea was it?”

“Junta’s.”

“Throw me to the sharks, why don’t you.”

“Huh. That’s kind of cheesy.” Teshima wonders what Koga would have said if it had been Aoyagi’s idea. The way he bumps against him doesn’t tell him much other that he’s supposed to take that as a joke. “I think I would’ve liked that. Under other circumstances.”

Eh. Really?

“We also thought about waiting for the cherry blossoms”, chimes in Hajime again, getting closer. “And do something with our second buttons.”

“That would’ve been nice too”, muses Koga, pocketing the letter in his pants. “But we would’ve had to wait a couple of months for that, right?”

He shrugs.

“This one’s better.”

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[mousapelli]

Ship: Kageyama/Hinata or Hinata/Kenma
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: sexual content, sex toys
Other Tags: clueless first times, be safe boys

Prompt:
Hinata in the dorms with the toy neither one of them knows how to use.

Re: PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[helwolves]

oh god

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Iwaizumi at a concert with a glowstick.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kuramochi in a room full of chess boards with a king in his pocket.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[kazuyas]

serena.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Miyuki in a room full of chess boards with a queen in his pocket.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[kazuyas]

SER E NA

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[hibari1_chan]

Ship: Yagami Tomoe/Kuga Kyôsuke(/Hasekura Heath), Onoda Sakamichi/Imaizumi Shunsuke/Naruko Shôkichi, Tôdô Jinpachi/Makishima Yûsuke
Fandom: Prince of Stride : Alternative or Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None ?
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

Tomoe or Onoda or Makishima at a festival with a yukata.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kyousuke & Heath/Tomoe
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 462 words

***

It’s strange to see Tomoe in a yukata, not because it doesn’t suit him but because in a yukata, Tomoe can’t run. Anything that infringes on Tomoe’s ability to run just seems wrong on some instinctual level, like a picture frame hung askew.

It’s a nice yukata though and it does suit Tomeo well. The outer layer is a deep, rich blue, more vivid than the usual grey-blues used for men and it’s lined with snowy white cotton of incredible purity. The obi cinched around his waist is black silk, embroidered over with black so subtly that in the lantern-lit night, it looks like black silk with an odd sheen to it.

Kyousuke can’t take his eyes off him or the pale triangle of skin exposed where the yukata overlaps itself. The hollow of Tomoe’s throat is just a little above that, the precious indent of skin above the stark wings of his collarbone, and Kyousuke’s thoughts keep wandering to what it would be like to kiss Tomoe’s slim throat and suck a fierce kiss to the skin. The bruise would bloom like a crushed pansy, red deepening to purple, and stand out as clearly as a tattoo.

Every time he thinks of it, he buys Tomoe something else a wordless apology. So far, Tomoe’s eaten several delicacies including karumeyaki, bebi kasutera, taiyaki with chocolate filling and now he’s nibbling on ichigo ame.

The candied strawberry shines beautifully under its transparent sugar coating; Tomoe bites into it with his small white teeth and the glass-like shell cracks, revealing the tempting red of the strawberry underneath. Bit by bit, Tomoe nibbles at the coating, taking it off deftly until he can crunch into the strawberry instead.

Tomoe’s mouth must taste like sugar by now; if Kyousuke were to kiss him, the kiss would be almost too sweet to bear.

Kyousuke spies a vendor selling mikan ame and stops to buy one of the small, candied oranges to make up for that thought.

“Here,” he says, holding the stick out to Tomoe who’s looking for a bin to throw the stick from the ichigo ame. “Give me that and take this instead.”

“Not a very fair trade,” Tomoe says with one of those slight smiles, as delicate and lovely as a wisp of cloud against the night sky. “Isn’t it my turn to buy you something?”

“Later,” Kyousuke promises and doesn’t let himself think about laying Tomoe down and opening the yukata, peeling it off to get to the milk-pure sweetness underneath. “You can get me something later.”

“Okay.” Tomoe’s teeth break the shell of the mikan ame and besides him, Kyousuke hears Heath sigh.

Tomoe is a terrible person to love but at least Kyousuke is not suffering alone.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Miyuki in the parlour with a rigged pack of playing cards.

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Yurio /& Victor
Fandom: Yuri!! On Ice
Major Tags: emotional manipulation, gore (?), violence
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Yurio in the pentagram with the book of necromancy.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Miya Atsumu &/Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Incest (optional)
Other Tags: eyes glazes over at the thought of the boys in tuxes/any sort of fancy formal wear

Prompt:
Atsumu at the masquerade with the mask that Osamu dropped.

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, M

[myn_x]

Ship: miya atsumu/miya osamu
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content, incest
Other Tags: *sticks middle fingers up at sky*
Word Count: 489

i have nothing further to add.

***

read on ao3

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[themorninglark]

Ship: Miya Osamu & Miya Atsumu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Osamu outside the laundromat with the Premium Pudding vending machine

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

[hyalinee]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: teensy bits of magical realism, food, late night laundromats and feelings
Word Count: 711 8)))

gently mixes sibling feelings and magical realism into a pudding for you, with an aftertaste of liminal spaces

***

There’s something surreal about being at a laundromat at 1am, but it’s where Osamu is as he yawns, waiting for his laundry to finish so he can shove it in the dryer. Atsumu’s no help as usual, Osamu’s not even sure why he’s here really. There are claims of missing my beloved twin and I don’t even see you during holidays now like, the last time I saw you was during New Year’s and it’s already May but Osamu frankly believes it’s more likely boredom that brought him over. There’s barely enough space for him in Osamu’s tiny dorm room, never mind squeezing in Atsumu. Nonetheless, Atsumu is more than welcome to stare at the swirling cosmos of laundry.

Osamu? Well, he has a date with the Premium Pudding vending machine outside the laundromat.

It’s a curious thing, the vending machine. Osamu’s not sure if it’s only him who sees it, but he doesn’t much care. There’s only ever three choices despite it being a regular sized machine, and Osamu’s never really questioned it. It promises pudding, and it always delivers unusual flavours. They’re different every time Osamu comes, but he’s seen pudding labelled first snow, sunlight through the windows, middle school graduation, mum’s smile, as well as more run of the mill flavours like chocolate, matcha, and calpis.

Today’s options are summer’s wish, new year’s morning and strawberry cream. He stares at them a while, wondering what each might taste like. Finally, he settles on new year’s morning and inserts 300 yen. The pudding comes out with a clang, perfectly ordinary if faintly redder than it should be. He takes the pudding back inside with him where Atsumu is still watching the clothes spin, a blur of colours and bubbles. He looks up when Osamu sits next to him, and starts pouting at the sight of the pudding cup in Osamu’s hand. Osamu can almost hear the unspoken questions as Atsumu eyes his pudding, where’s mine and can I have some.

“No.” Osamu cuts him off before he can ask, and the pout gets bigger. Osamu wonders how is it that Atsumu’s the older of the two of them, when he behaves more like a five year old despite being almost half an hour older than Osamu.

“Just a tiny spoonful?” Atsumu wheedles, but Osamu’s focus is on his pudding. It gleams under the fluorescent lights, and the first spoonful is like waking up too early, when the horizon is still dark and you can hear the steady breathing of someone sleeping in the same room. The next mouthful is the cold floor through your socks, chill of the window pane as you lean your face against it to peer outside.

He eats it slowly, and it’s like watching the sunrise, air cold enough to see your breath, huddled next to your twin because it’s a thing you do every year, never mind that he whines and complains it’s too early to be up and you know it’s because he only went to bed an hour ago. It’s sitting there until you can see the sun edging over the horizon and taste something like hope on your lips, something like anticipation. It’s contentment and restless energy simmering under your skin, waiting, waiting.

The last spoonful he saves for Atsumu, but he knows what it will taste like. It will taste like sun warmed cheeks but cold noses, something faintly sweet and nostalgic mixed with the breathless beginnings of a new day. There was a hint of it in his last mouthful, and he watches Atsumu’s face scrunch up and still suddenly as he takes the last mouthful. It will taste like a secret, a smile and a promise, like the tea they make to share, until their mother comes down and has a cup too, then the smell of breakfast cooking. French toast made by their mum, because that’s what they have on New Year’s mornings even though they’re both capable of making it themselves now, then crawling back to bed.

Maybe Osamu doesn’t know why Atsumu’s really here, but he thinks he’s grateful for it, leaning against him in a laundromat at 1am, watching the laundry spin in endless circles and the taste of pudding lingering like a memory.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ioo]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: m-marriage proposals,,

Prompt:
Iwaizumi in the kitchen with the ring.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ioo]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru&/Mizoguchi Sadayuki
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: age gaps, one sided attraction (mizoguchi > oikawa), dirty thoughts lol, forgive me?, im not sorry tho

Prompt:
Oikawa in the gym with a water bottle.

PROMPT: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[snowysatoru]

Ship: tsukishima kei/yamaguchi tadashi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: fluff fluff GALORE

Prompt:
yamaguchi in his room with tsukishima's headphones and a laptop

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

Ship: tsukishima kei/yamaguchi tadashi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 449

it's been literal ages since i wrote them but this was so soft i couldn't resist

***


they sit comfortably.

tadashi's on kei's bed, laptop set out and opened in front of him, the headphones kei let him borrow on his ears.

it's another quiet evening. a simple one after a long day at school and walking to tadashi's house together after practice that day. they'll do homework together. kei will stay for dinner at tadashi's mother's insistence--but even without it, he would have stayed anyway.

they've done this routine many times, after all. after they first met, they'd become friends pretty quickly. inseparable a few months after that. so this--walking home together after school and practice, spending free time at each other's houses--it's nothing new.

it's also something tadashi has never once tired of.

he doesn't think he ever will.

(once while they were sitting together, doing homework, kei had his headphones on, listening to something--softly enough that he could still answer anything tadashi might say, and still partake in any steady, comfortable conversation between them.

once, tadashi had rolled over where he'd been seated on his bed, only half focused on the work in front of him and in need of a distraction. he'd leaned over the edge of the bed, face lingering near kei's.

"what are you listening to, tsukki?" he'd asked, then. the words had been soft and quiet, in case kei hadn't wanted to answer and could pretend to ignore the question, then, but loud enough that he can still hear him over any noise.

kei had been silent for a moment and tadashi thought that maybe he didn't want to answer or explain it or talk about it. but then, kei had pulled off his headphones and held them out so they were in tadashi's reach. all he had to do was take what was being offered to him.

"you can listen, if you want," kei had said, just as softly as tadashi had.

so tadashi did.)

ever since then, it's been something like a tradition between them. a routine. kei likes to listen to different types of music. likes to pick different tracks or artists for them to listen to. sometimes, he'll hand tadashi a cd of different songs he'd put on a mix, put together because he thought tadashi might like them.

those days, when they're in tadashi's room, working on their homework or just being, just existing together, in this comfortable space, kei will give tadashi his headphones. just like that first time they'd done this. and tadashi will plug them into his laptop, will listen to the cd kei took the time to make him.

it's relaxing. it's comfortable. it's something they share, something they do together.

and tadashi doesn't think he'll ever tire of this.

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Mizuki/Indou
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: sexual content, non-con (in terms of Narukami recording them w/o their knowledge, not the sex itself)
Other Tags: .... voyeurism, invasion of privacy

Prompt:
Narukami in the clubhouse with the camera.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Indou/Mizuki & Narukami & Ubukata
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 419 words

Warnings for female-on-male violence, voyeurism, mild sexual content and Plans Going Wrong.

***


According to all the other schools, it was impossible to film any footage of Seiseki at practice because of the manager. Ubukata had taken on legendary proportions amongst other teams, a girl who was so violent and brutal that to go up against Seiseki was to take your life in your hands.

Indou and Narukami, however, weren’t the type to be frightened by mere stories! They would go spy on Seiseki and come back with precious footage of the other’s team practice.

Their plan had been very carefully thought out by Indou himself!

“We go to Seiseki,” he said and Narukami nodded enthusiastically.

“And then I talk to Mizuki and distract him,” Indou continued, “And the girl will be so busy watching me that she won’t see you sneaking around!”

It was a brilliant plan, their team had agreed. With the synchronicity between Narukami and Indou, they could surely get in and out without being caught!

*

Narukami had never been in so much pain in his entire life. The tales of Ubukata’s fighting prowess had not been exaggerated. Trying to suggest to her that she quit being the soccer team manager and join the kendo club to get rid of her aggression had not calmed her down in the least!

Painfully, he limped towards the clubhouse which was the last place he’d seen Mizuki and Indou heading. Their plan had been on track until Indou disappeared from sight and Narukami was going to give him a good scolding about why didn’t he take Ubukata with him?!

He pulled his camera up to rest on his bruised shoulder, thinking that maybe he could at least get a few shots of the inside of the clubhouse. Maybe they still had plays written up on whiteboards or something. Looking through the window, he tapped the button - and got a perfect picture of Indou half-sitting on a table, shirt open, hands back to support himself and his mouth being fiercely attacked by Mizuki’s.

Without thinking, Narukami snapped more shots as Indou’s shirt was pushed off his shoulders and his trousers opened. Mizuki kneeling on the floor made him realize he was using the wrong format so Narukami switched from photos to videos.

Yeah. Good. He zoomed in on Indou’s flushed face, then let the camera pan down to where Mizuki’s head was bobbing back and forth with Indou’s fingers tangled in Mizuki’s hair.

This was useless for practice but with this video for blackmail, Indou could never refuse to pass to him again!

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ioo]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: potential sexual content

Prompt:
Oikawa outside the konbini with a melting ice cream.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[dynamite]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: sexual content
Other tags: food (oikawa is eating a rocket popsicle), language
Word count: 568

love this classic summer look.


***


Summers are awful. Iwaizumi maybe loves summers best.

Oikawa has finally finished the white section of his popsicle to move onto the blue one and Iwaizumi has been painfully hard for almost ten minutes now. Ten minutes of the worst boner he swears he’s ever had in his, quite frankly, rather prolific teenage career of boners, feels like a lifetime when everything is this hot and sweaty and awful.The cicadas are noisy as fuck, and Iwaizumi is pretty sure the street pavement is hot enough to melt through his sneakers, and every time he looks over he wonders if there’s a word to describe the immense anger and regret he feels. Oikawa looks too good with his lips suctioning slowly around the popsicle, his eyes hazy with the heat. Iwaizumi can’t remember when Oikawa became this pretty. Has he always been this pretty. Summer is truly awful and Iwaizumi wants to die, maybe.

“Melting, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa mumbles around the stupid thing in his mouth as he waves a lazy hand at the neglected popsicle that Iwaizumi is holding, and the way his damp bangs stick to his forehead despite the little mint hairclip that pins them back makes Iwaizumi want to either jump into the goddamn ocean or grip that little wild tuft of hair that’s sticking straight up and... and what. He’s never even kissed anybody in his entire goddamn life. Iwaizumi stares straight ahead. They’re sitting on the curb by the corner store under the sparse shade of a single, sad looking tree, and Iwaizumi is glad for the way he can spread his knees and let the loose fabric of his shorts drape carefully.

He takes a careful lick of his popsicle and tries to think of it only as a popsicle. “Shut up, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi grunts half-heartedly. Sweat sticks to the inside of his thighs and everything feels too tight and the inside of his boxers are damp with all kinds of things he doesn’t want to think about, either. Iwaizumi is somewhere between miserable and in love. It’s probably the same thing at this point, and god, it’s fucking hot today. There’s a droplet of sweat that’s making its slow, careful slide down the side of Oikawa’s neck, and Iwaizumi can’t stop staring at the elegant arch of his best friend’s throat, and he settles on the feeling of being completely miserable. Completely in love.

“So are you even going to eat that at all,” Oikawa asks as he finishes his popsicle with one last suck. “Or can I have it.” His mouth is pink from the red section of the popsicle and his tongue is now bright blue, and Iwaizumi doesn’t think he can get any hotter in this dumb stupid idiot summer heat, but the moment he idly wonders if the blue on Oikawa’s tongue would rub off on sweat-slicked skin, he feels himself flush red and burning hot all the way down into his chest.

Oikawa’s eyes narrow. “Iwa-chan,” he smiles, and that smile is so sweet and sharp and knowing, Iwaizumi wants to just punch him right in between those beautiful summer heat eyes. “You can share with Oikawa-san you know.” Oikawa slowly touches his blue tongue to his pink lips and looks him right in the eye.

Iwaizumi just glares right back, and burning hot, sticks the remainder of his popsicle into his mouth all at once.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ioo]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Oikawa in the hotel room with the national team uniform.

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, M

[notallbees]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Masturbation, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Pining, Stealing Clothes, Post-Canon
Word Count: None

this probably wasn't what you had in mind BUT HEY

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