sportsanime | Bonus Round 7: Free For All

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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

Let's finish SASO 2017 with a bang. This bonus bonus round allows any kind of prompt imaginable in any format. The sky's the limit!

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

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 literally any kind of prompt, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms, with the following caveats:
- Large image prompts should be thumbnailed and linked to, as explained here.
- Fanart/fanfiction/fanwork prompts are only allowed if you created the fanwork yourself or if you have explicit permission to use it, and proof of permission must be linked to in your prompt header.
- Quote prompts can come from almost anything, but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Reposting prompts is fine, but be respectful and keep crediting in mind. A prompt belongs to the person who posted it to this round, and who can fill it is determined by whether or not they are on that person's team.
  - If reposting a br2 (tic tac toe) prompt, please post each prompt square as its own individual comment. Posting tic tac toe boards wholesale will crash our br scorer and the bonus doesn't apply for this round, anyway.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Akira & Hikaru). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Akira/Hikaru). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Besides that, if you want to prompt something, regardless of format—even formats not previously allowed in SASO—go right ahead. If you're unsure you can ask us for clarification, but tbh just go for the gold.
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with a 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)
8 tracks (fanmixes)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

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

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SCORING

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

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

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

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Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Ship: Akagi Mako/Hiyama Chinatsu/Hanaoka Shizuku
Fandom: Ballroom e Youkoso
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 580

***

For a moment, Chinatsu felt relieved to see Mako on the other side of the dueling arena. Then Mako stepped forward, light glinting off her sword, and the relief vanished. Of course; why not? It wasn't like Chinatsu didn't have anything better to do than fight people she actually liked.

“Oh, Mako,” she sighed. “What are you doing here?”

For a moment, Mako didn't reply. The duelists had been...weirder, lately. Weirder than normal, which was saying something, considering.

“I won't be left behind,” Mako said. Chinatsu didn't think she'd ever heard her sound so determined, so fierce.

“No one's going to leave you behind, Mako,” Chinatsu replied, confused. Mako laughed, and the sound was so bitter and unlike her that Chinatsu couldn't help but flinch.

“I don't expect you to understand, Chinatsu.” Mako turned to Shizuku, who had been standing quietly next to Chinatsu all this time. “But you do, don't you Shizuku?” Chinatsu turned to catch...something flicker across Shizuku's face, before being replaced by that bland half-smile. Chinatsu liked to think she was getting better at catching Shizuku's real expressions. Was that pity? Regret? Understanding? She wasn't sure, and she didn't have time to think about it, not with Mako laughing that awful laugh again and bringing up her sword.

It's amazing what a person can get used to. Things like pulling a sword out of another human being stop being fantastic by the fifth time, and fighting people for some mystical power that Chinatsu isn't sure she believes in was old by the first time she'd finished climbing those awful stairs. But she was caught up in this mess, now, so she reached into Shizuku's chest and pulled forth her sword and faced Mako.

She really didn't want to fight her. Mako was too sweet to be pulled into this. Maybe if Chinatsu ended this early, one quick strike?

Mako lunged, and the fight was on. She moved quickly, gracefully, and Chinatsu was surprised at how good she was. And then she was irritated with herself, because why wouldn't Mako be good? Just because she was overshadowed by her ass of a brother? Just because she was quiet and kind?

In the end, though, Chinatsu was better. She stepped in close and plucked the rose from Mako's chest, tossing it to the ground. She felt exhausted. At least she didn't have to climb down all those stairs anymore.

Mako sunk to her knees, curling her arms around herself. She began to sob, quietly, but the sound seemed loud in the arena.

“I'm going to get left behind,” she said. “I know it.”

Chinatsu was tired; tired of this weird school; tired of Shizuku's fake expressions; tired of these duels she didn't understand but couldn't, apparently, stop fighting. She didn't know why Mako thought she would be left behind, but maybe that didn't matter.

She knelt down and put a hand on Mako's shoulder.

“I won't leave you behind,” she said gently. Mako hiccuped and looked up at her.

“I think you already have,” she replied, smiling. Another tear slid down her face. Some distant thought of Chinatsu thought it was unfair Mako looked pretty even like this, but she ignored it.

“No, I haven't,” Chinatsu insisted. “I'm not going to leave you behind, and neither will Shizuku. Right?” She turned her head to see Shizuku looking at them, wearing a look that was definitely pity.

“As you say, Chinatsu.”

Edited (forgot to change the subject line to show this is a fill whoops) 2017-08-20 16:08 (UTC)

Ship: miyuki kazuya/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: into the woods, im on a musical kick

Prompt:

Once upon a time, in a far off kingdom, there lay a small village at the edge of the woods...

Ship: Ishido Natsuo & Kirido Haruka
Fandom: Teppu
Major Tags: stabbing
Other Tags: this works for either of them i feel

Prompt:

Ship: Aoyagi Hajime/Doubashi Masakiyo
Fandom: YowaPeda
Major Tags: sexual content; injury
Other Tags: reprompt because this won't leave me alone

Prompt:
Thumbnailed bc whole comic strip possibly too big/nsfw to post

Ship: Ebumi Masaru/Hanadate Mitsuo
Fandom: All Out
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: this is extremely self indulgent

Prompt:

Ship: Kenma/Tsukishima or Kenma/Kuroo or Kenma/Lev or Kenma/Tora
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: spoilers (screenshot of manga ch 266)
Other Tags: dinosaur date, or just Kenma's imagination, or adventuring AU

Prompt:

Ship: midorima shintarou/aomine daiki
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: post-grad setting. midorima brings work home with him. aomine just wants him to give it a rest for one damn day

Ship: kagami taiga/himuro tatsuya & alex garcia
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: taiga and tatsuya are getting married and they don't know whose side to have alex stand on

Ship: aomine daiki/aomine daiki
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: selfcest

Prompt: [aomine voice] the only who can fuck me is me

Ship: Taiga/Alex
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 530

***

The Bulls don’t come to LA until the end of February Taiga’s first season, after the all star break (which he’d ended up spending nearly all of in Florida), and he almost cries it’s so good to be home. He takes a left, excusing himself from the team (there’s one other guy who had been traded from the Lakers early in the season, catching sight of his wife and teenage son and launching off). He’d texted Alex when he was going to get in, and then—there—he sees her. She hasn’t seen him yet, peering around, and they've talked and she’d come out to visit before but Taiga suddenly feels a longing, like the longing to be back here (like the beginning of the season, like when he’d first gotten to Tokyo) only different.

She drives him to three different In-n-outs, anticipating what he wants before he asks, running down the gas in her car and filling it up at a crowded station but hearing people shout at each other, seeing traffic as a mass of inching cars, feels so fucking good, and he almost cries again as he shoves animal style fries into his mouth.

“You want a shake?” says Alex.

Taiga nods, and she takes him to a fourth In-n-out. This time, she pulls over to parallel park on the street and they eat together, passing the neapolitan shake back and forth between sips of the Sprite they have left over from the visit before. This time, Taiga realizes he just might be a little bit in love with Alex, as impossible as it is, as long as they’ve known each other and as much as she’s been like a much-older sister, the fact that he’s nineteen and she’s in her mid-thirties right now, that she’s bought him thousands of dollars worth of fast food over the years, probably, and he’s the one making the money now but has yet to really return the favor.

“Next time, my treat,” Taiga says.

“I’ll hold you to that,” says Alex.

*

It comes and goes; Taiga’s convinced he doesn’t love Alex like that, that it’s just a blur of emotions, homesickness and being pitched forward into adulthood, but it’s not, really. It’s like he’s bridged across a barrier, because Alex had once played pro ball, too, a different league in different circumstances, but the long logged miles are the same and the ache and exhaustion are the same and the homesickness is the same, too. It's been building up for years where he couldn’t see it, and only now is it becoming visible, real, a volcano lurking below the ground and bursting forth.

It’s still five years before they’re sitting in the parking lot of a Red Robin, having found the bottom of bottomless steak fries (even considering all the burgers they’d ordered) and strawberry lemonade, neither of them really ready to start driving, when Taiga leans over to kiss Alex, short and simple and clear. Not overdue, but he’s been waiting.

“I’ll take you out for dessert,” Taiga says.

“Get me ice cream,” says Alex, her fingers twining in Taiga's on the console.

Edited 2017-08-20 02:48 (UTC)

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 488

***

It doesn’t rain very often in Los Angeles, but it rains buckets all through their first summer together in New York (technically, not their first summer, but the first summer that they’re officially back together together, and Shuu’s moved into Tatsuya’s place). It’s like every day through June, half of July and most of August they’ll wake up to a grey sky and pouring rain, or a drizzle and a fog that only burns off late in the day. Sometimes it’s a welcome relief from the humidity; other times it’s just as much of a signifier of an incoming heat wave, the temperature climbing like a cinematic ape up a skyscraper downtown.

They get caught in it without umbrellas, because even after a year or two of being here on and off they still don’t carry them, and, well, it might work to their advantage. Like how everyone deserts the streets, crowding under awnings and bus shelters and into the stores and subway stations, or pulling out umbrellas and anoraks that can’t be pleasant in this heat. The rain splatters down on them, soaking them through; Tatsuya barely has time to spare his phone much of a thought before he realizes there’s nothing he can do about it, and he can always afford another one anyway. He catches sight of his face reflected in a floor-to-ceiling window; he looks the same as he always does wet, bangs sticking to his forehead and, well, he does look nice like this. Something someone had said to him once about not being conceited if it’s true, and Tatsuya will admit (to some degree) that he’s a little bit vain. He turns to look at Shuu; the rain is kind to him, too, Water making his shirt stick to his chest, cold enough so that his nipples are poking through. Tatsuya drags his gaze back up to Shuu’s eyes, waiting for the snappy remark that never comes.

Shuu’s looking at him, awestruck, like he’d set the world on fire, like the first time they’d met reflected a million times over, an infinite set of mirrors or the facets on a molecule that he’d barely paid attention to in college chemistry. He’s looking straight at Tatsuya’s face, and Tatsuya feels like the water saturating his hair is about to evaporate, curl into steam, that the humidity that’s been slightly relieved is all going to come back.

And then Shuu kisses him, in the middle of the sidewalk blocking anyone who would pass, except there’s no one. There’s no one on the other side of the window, only cars honking their horns as they go up the side street, too focused on narrowly avoiding running down pedestrians, and then Tatsuya’s not even thinking about any of that, his mind blanking out in the feeling of Shuu’s hand on the side of his face, Shuu’s wet nose against his, Shuu’s mouth, washed clean.

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya/Kiyoshi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 416

spiders, body horror, etc

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/95858.html

Edited 2017-08-20 02:50 (UTC)

Ship: Kagami/Himuro, Himuro/?
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 441

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/96208.html

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 477

***

“You can tell me if you change your mind,” says Shuu, brushing his lips over Tatsuya’s. “Anytime.”

“I want to keep this separate for now,” Tatsuya says, and takes a step back. “But thank you.”

He’d passed control over to Tatsuya; that’s the way Tatsuya likes things, generally, but not when it’s something like this, not when he has to deny and lie like this. Tatsuya tells a lot of half-truths and untruths, but he doesn’t like to, not like this. Just because he’s good at it doesn’t make it easy, even in the moment. He doesn’t want to keep this separate; he wants to let it all spill over the sides; when’s he going to get another chance like this? (Anytime, Shuu had said, but that means’s it’s better to let Shuu’s feelings wane like the moon—the moon comes back, but this won’t, not until Tatsuya’s gone, not that that’s a sure thing, but it’s close enough to it.)

Tatsuya’s the one who has to say it, and Shuu should know him well enough to know he won’t. Maybe a diplomatic solution, but the larger part of Tatsuya says it’s vain hope, the idea that maybe Tatsuya will be in it for real, that Tatsuya will escape his screwed-up insides and then, what? Every time Tatsuya tries to get close enough to Shuu to show him that this isn’t what he wants, Shuu refuses to see it. It’s like he looks at it and it’s not in his visible spectrum, stares straight at it and somehow.

(Don’t throw it away, don’t fuck it up, you’ll be gone in a few months, call him your boyfriend. You’re going to let him in too much; don’t let him in, keep pushing back firmly; it’s only for a few more months.)

He doesn’t say it when he clings onto Shuu a little bit too long, that he wants it. When he gets up in the middle of the night to leave, he takes an extra second, an extra minute, an extra five until he’s been staring into space and the clock’s moved too much and Shuu is still asleep beside him. He knows where the spare key is, always locks the door behind him and sticks it back under the mat, tucked into the lining. He doesn’t say it, and then Shuu wakes up and blinks at him in the half-light.

“I meant that, you know,” he says, sitting up to look Tatsuya square in the face. “The offer’s still open.”

It’s like somehow he always knows, even when he doesn’t know, even when he doesn’t see. Like he’s the ocean waves tirelessly wearing down Tatsuya’s stone defense. This time, Tatsuya nods and lets Shuu pull him back down, lets himself settle down into Shuu’s arms. He falls asleep much sooner than he expects to.

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 456

***

Seven days. Modern technology means that Shuuzou can calculate the distance between them to startling accuracy, down to the meter (to the foot; he’s over here now even though none of this damn measurement makes any sense, especially fahrenheit temperature) from where he is now, straddling a motorcycle that seems empty with just him on it, the one he returns to the same place at the end of every night, that no one’s realized goes missing yet (looks like no one ever rides it except for him, anyway) to where Tatsuya is, feet buried in the snow in Akita. Shuuzou’s got the weather report up on his phone, the city added right after LA, so he can just open the app and swipe to the right and see, because some days they don’t talk and Tatsuya doesn’t tell him.

Seven days. They haven’t spoken, and Shuuzou feels his fingers fraying, wearing thin like they’re stretched across the ocean and Tatsuya won't touch them, pulled too taut and eroded by the waves, rusted out by all the salt in the ocean. A week isn’t that long, not in the scheme of things, the time they’ve spent apart, some fights they’d had when Tatsuya had still been here. But Shuuzou had known where to find him, then, more than just a GPS location, a street view of his school grounds, the gymnasium where he plays basketball. But now, the silence could mea anything; there is nothing to remind him that he and Tatsuya are of the same world, the same universe. It’s as if Tatsuya has willingly freed himself from orbiting the same sun, a rogue planet that you only see in the vicinity of another star once before it's gone forever.

Shuuzou doesn’t want that; he wants to follow Tatsuya in his orbit, keep chasing him or orbit him if need be, but Tatsuya’s beyond the horizon, vanished, unreachable, and Shuuzou can only hold out his hand so far, for so long.

Eight days and he gets a call. Two in the morning Tatsuya’s time, ten in the morning Shuuzou’s, when Tatsuya knows he has a free period he usually spends outside on the school lawn. They’re not technically allowed to use their phones, but no one cares enough to enforce it, and as Shuuzou picks up his from where it vibrates in his pocket, a few feet away a girl is playing candy crush and two of her friends are trying to find the best angle for a selfie.

“Hey,” says Shuuzou.

“I’m sorry,” says Tatsuya.

A quiet admission, a start.

“How have you been?” says Shuuzou (because with him there’s always a reason, a trigger).

Across the ocean, Tatsuya breathes, and then begins to speak.

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 444

***

The first time Tatsuya cries in front of Shuu, he doesn’t mean to. But he never means to cry, never in front of anyone else; even when he’s alone and the pressure is building up behind his sinuses it’s always too much trouble to deal with and even though he’s overheard strangers on the bus say that they could use a good cry that sensation’s foreign to Tatsuya. His tears track down his face red, the crimson of blood, leaving stains without the rusty scent, tracks he has to scrub at in the mirror to rid from his face. More trouble than they’re worth.

The thing is, Tatsuya always feels like crying at the last appropriate of times, like when someone’s nice to him and he doesn’t deserve it, when the force of that kindness, extended without price or expectation, unconditionally offered to him, who hardly deserves it, especially from someone like Shuu. He doesn’t want to cry, but the adrenaline from the fight is crashing down on him and Shuu with his busted lip and bloody knuckles is worrying over Tatsuya, who’d started the whole damn thing, known exactly what he was doing but let his impulses take control anyway and Shuu had still had his back.

“I’m fine, Shuu,” he says, and his voice breaks and his eyes are filling and here it comes, revulsion, worry, neither of which he can deal with right now.

“Holy shit, Tatsuya—”

“It’s not blood; they’re always red,” Tatsuya says, as the tears streak down the side of his face, probably bright even in the darkness of the alley.

He’s not expecting Shuu to hug him to his chest. “Oh, Tatsuya.”

The way his voice breaks, in a different way, not the harsh way Tatsuya does, like glass broken pressed over the edge of a table, crunched with shards flying everywhere. It’s a soft crumble like sheet cake, light and sweet, and Tatsuya sobs. He hasn’t let himself cry this much in years, not over anything, only empty sobs or spare tears he couldn’t keep back every once in a while; even at the worst moments he’d turned his sadness to anger but now he just doesn’t have the energy to do that, not to hold it all back. Shuu’s shirt is already bloody, damp and sure to bloom with a red stain under where his eye is. It all comes out of him like a flood, loud noises wrenching from his throat; he pulls back and sees it like some mockery, blood mixed with grease, soaking through to Shuu’s skin.

“My face—“ says Tatsuya.

“We’ll get you home,” says Shuu. “We’ll take care of it.”

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 408

***

It is their hands that have built this up before, built it all wrong, constructed it in spires on a faulty foundation. This isn’t how it was supposed to go, but it doesn’t matter how it was supposed to go, only that it hadn’t gone. That it had fallen, collapsed in on itself, the salt pillars of Tatsuya’s fragile self worth toppling and dragging down their relationship with it. To be washed away by the sea, blown away by the wind.

(It had been his fault, too, for hanging on too long to something that wasn’t, for ignoring the foundation shaking beneath their feet, to let them both fall, like all those years ago in the abandoned gym multiplied by every second since then—Tatsuya’s the worst kind of man, the worst kind of brother; he never learns; instead of protecting he’s the one who hurts.)

But it’s Taiga who wants to build it all back up again, who extends his hand, holds it steady over the gravity of the earth, who says with his face, to please trust him again. Tatsuya can’t help but do that; he’d never stopped trusting or loving Taiga (and Taiga whispers, into the side of Tatsuya’s neck, that he’d never stopped trusting or loving either, even when he was at his angriest, even when he’d hurt). It’s Tatsuya who doesn’t dare hope, but it’s Taiga who places the possibility in front of him, bright and shining like a pearl, until he can’t not look at it, can’t not begin to believe.

And they build it back up again, every kiss, every touch of their hands; it’s work. To cross the gap, to repair what they had broken (because they trust but not completely, because they love without caution but not without reservation). To build it back up, reinforce it as a certain chain. It’s work, but then they forget it is. Toward a someday, many somedays, multitudes of possibility spilling over the edge, but just them, two hours on a Sunday night playing NBA Jam on the couch, Tatsuya’s shirt riding up on his stomach until Taiga turns to him with darkening eyes and they let the controllers lie on the table as their virtual players stand in the middle of the court and skin touches skin. And they are each other’s firsts, of nearly everything, but Tatsuya hopes without letting himself that they will be each other’s only, each other’s last.

Ship: Ushijima Wakatoshi/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Non-graphic implications of violence
Word Count: 682

this caught my eye when you first posted it, i'm glad it's back ;) hope you like it!

***

Oikawa knows the jig is up when he hears the rustling of the shower curtain.

It’s soft. Barely a whisper, barely louder than the breath from his own lips, but in the carpeted hush of the hotel room, everything echoes like a death knell. Careless. Careless.

He weighs up his options, makes a split-second decision; when Ushijima Wakatoshi emerges from the bathroom a moment later, smelling of baby shampoo and that cologne he’s always used, Oikawa’s lounging back on his bed with his jacket unbuttoned, falling open over one shoulder. He greets him with his most devastating smirk.

“Ushiwaka-chan, the quality of pillows in this establishment leaves much to be desired.”

Ushijima doesn’t look in the least ruffled to see Oikawa there, which pisses Oikawa off just a bit.

“Oikawa. Might I ask you, at least, the courtesy of removing your socks?”

Oikawa scowls. He makes a big show of wiggling his toes. “They’re very stylish Tikachu socks.”

“They certainly are,” Ushijima agrees, with a solemn nod.

Oikawa sniffs and removes his socks, tossing them one by one across the room. They land in a balled up heap near the coffee table. Ushijima remains standing, silent, a towel round his shoulders.

“I assume you are here to dispatch me,” he says. His gaze never wavers. Oikawa feels it burning into him, pinning him down to the bed where he lies, and it’s only the ice-cool glass of the vial in his hand that keeps the smile on his face.

“It’s always business with you, isn’t it, Ushiwaka-chan?” says Oikawa, the corner of his lip curling.

Ushijima tilts his head. “What else is there?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just thought you might have some feelings about me taking this assignment. Ironic, isn’t it?”

“Not at all. It makes perfect sense to send you. An analysis of my weaknesses would show—”

“Your weaknesses?” Oikawa laughs, leaning forward. His fist is clenched so tight it hurts. “Me? Are you joking?”

Ushijima finishes drying off his hair and sets the towel down neatly over a chair. When he turns to face Oikawa again, he takes a step to close the distance between them, a careful, measured pace; Oikawa can’t help noticing he still keeps him at arm’s length, and it’s another pang twisting in his gut.

“I do not joke,” says Ushijima, and Oikawa laughs again, for he of all people should have known that.

He sighs, slides over to the edge of the bed and crosses his legs. In his lap, his palm’s still balled up. He unfurls it slowly, deliberately, looks down at the swift release that swirls within.

“Well, it looks like I’ve botched the job,” he says lightly. “And I have certain… instructions. I’m delighted we got to meet one last time, at least—the conversation’s been scintillating—”

He doesn’t even see it coming, and that’s why, that’s why, he’s always failed with Ushijima; he doesn’t see Ushijima move to knock his palm away and send the vial softly to the floor, doesn’t see him drop to his knees in front of him and trap his arm in a grip he cannot break, knuckles pressing old imprints where Oikawa still wears their memory. He doesn’t see any of it coming at all. Ushijima’s always been fast, for his size, and armed with unerring game sense.

“What’s this?” Oikawa breathes. “Getting in my way again?”

“I do not wish to see you take your life,” says Ushijima, and in this moment, his voice is a raw thing, its own kind of poison, ringing clear and true. “I should be sorry, to see you die.”

As Ushijima’s hand circles round his wrist, unexpectedly tender, it occurs to Oikawa that he had wanted to be caught, all along. How silly, that he did not see it before. It is so obvious to him now, in the light of Ushijima’s honesty, stripped bare. It would have been tragically romantic, to go like this.

But he is once again thwarted, and it is always Ushijima who leaves him with nothing else to say.

Bonus points if one of them researches jokes on the Internet and completely fails to find them funny. Or ends up looking at meme culture and why those are funny.

Ship: Kenma/Kuroo or Makoto/Haru or Sousuke/Rin or Tomoya/Robo
Fandom: Haikyuu!! or Free! or Robot x Laserbeam
Major Tags: Sexual content (innuendo)
Other Tags: childhood best friends being bros being pals

Prompt:

Edited 2017-08-20 03:26 (UTC)

Ship: misaki hana/shirofuku yukie
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: supernatural elements
Word Count: 496 words

who you gonna call (not the ghostbusters, probably)

***

Hana flops down on her bed with a sigh, tired from unpacking her new dorm room. A knock sounds and she sits bolt upright, whipping her head around to the side. Not to the door, but to the wall. She knocks back, curious, and she hears a man's laughter resound through the wall.

Frowning, she shuffles next door and knocks. A sleepy looking girl with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth opens it.

"Mmmmfh?" she asks.

"Hi! I'm Misaki Hana, and I guess we're neighbors!"

The girl takes her toothbrush out of her mouth and sticks out her free hand. "Shirofuku Yukie."

"Shirofuku-san, would you happen to have anyone over still to help you move in? I just wanted to give you a heads up that visiting hours are ending soon and this is a women-only floor!"

"My parents left three hours ago."

Hana frowns. "Are you sure there isn't anyone else in your room? Someone on this side of my wall knocked and I heard a man laughing."

Yukie taps the corner of her mouth with her toothbrush, thinking, before sticking her finger up in realization, toothpaste splattering against the wall.

"Did his laugh happen to sound like—" she makes a familiar hooting noise "—this?"

Hana nods. "So do you know him?"

Yukie sighs and turns around. "Yeah, I do."

She gestures to Hana to follow her into her room and she knocks twice on the wall, pauses, then twice again. The same pattern echoes back through the wall. From Hana's side of the wall.

Yukie heaves another sigh. "Kou-chan, I thought I told you to stay at home."

"Is that your brother?"

"Something like that." Yukie knocks on the wall again and the boy laughs. "C'mon, Kou-chan, just come out I don't have time to play any games with you today."

A boy with light and dark striped hair suddenly sticks his head through the wall and Hana throws herself back with a scream.

"Kou-chan!" Yukie scolds. She turns around and helps Hana up before glaring with lidded eyes at the boy now floating in front of them.

"Is that—is that a ghost?"

Yukie pats her on the back. "Yeah. He's been haunting me since I was a little kid, but I didn't expect him to follow me to college, y'know?"

"No," Hana says, still shaking slightly, "I don't know."

The boy pouts and crosses his legs, still hovering in midair. "C'mon, Yukie. I was just having fun."

"It can talk?"

"He can talk," Yukie corrects. She points her toothbrush accusingly at the ghost. "I thought I told you not to drag other people into this."

He flips over in midair, hovering with his stomach to the ground, chin resting in his hand, grinning. "I thought you might want to meet this girl sooner though. She's your type."

Yukie hushes the ghost furiously, and Hana thinks that maybe, just maybe, this isn't the worst way for her to start the school year.

Ship: Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: prompt repost, it's such a good one, maybe Rin doesn't even LIKE swimming in this universe because his dad's so into it

Prompt: Canon divergence AU where Rin's father doesn't die and Rin has to find a dream of his own. (And Sousuke follows him in his own way.)

Edited 2017-08-20 03:28 (UTC)

Ship: Sousuke/Haru
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: prompt repost, woke up married whoop whoop, the best way to deal with heartbreak is to break more hearts

Prompt: The morning after Rin's wild Las Vega bachelor party, Sousuke woke up in an unknown hotel room, with a splitting headache and legally married to one Nanase Haruka (who is drooling beautifully on a pillow beside him.)

Ship: Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: prompt repost, pls fill this, bad at directions, as featured on buzzfeed,

Prompt: This 18-Year-Old Thought He Had Booked A Holiday To Australia But Ended Up In Canada.
Mental note: There's more than one Sydney in the world.

i love how simply they get together, like nothing's really changed at all. i love the local feel of this fic too, what with the animal style fries and what not. god taiga mustve missed them like nobody's business when he was back in japan. thank you for such a short and sweet fill! this made me feel so fond over taiga, and alex, and taiga and alex together

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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Grandstand

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

Re: PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

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