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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-08-15 08:01 pm
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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

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.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

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


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

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


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

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

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

All scored content must be created new for this round.


Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
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Re: PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[personal profile] marks 2017-08-23 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
cuuuute
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Re: FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[personal profile] wino 2017-08-23 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
this is full of so many good observations and striking lines *__* i love that you brought up the 'light' imagery early on because it sets up the entire mood, and makes it so satisfying to reach the end line. but i'm getting ahead of myself.

i especially love a stupid teenage boy, too thoughtless by half and painfully honest if you know how to read him just right because it's so fucking true and i think something about aomine that not everyone gets right? his attacks aren't malicious, he just doesn't realize how painful they can be.

Aomine’s ahead of him now and Kise knows the lines of his back so well from spending so long chasing after it please god this is so good, the familiarity of the ache, that he can't shake off if he tried. it hurts so good but it's even better that resolution is right around the corner

and the entire paragraph this bit is from what he looks like when there are no lights at all. Aomine Daiki is not a god, he is a boy. is transcendent tbh. the frantic way the sentence comes together, the realization in it, and how that realization doesn't stop him from loving -- how he thrives in it, is so organic as a get together fic

Kise would swear that this is where he falls in love again hello 911 i'd like to report a MURDER. THE VICTIM IS ME
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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[personal profile] wino 2017-08-23 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
AAAAAAAAAAHH I LOVE YOUR MAMORI CHARACTERIZATION -- how she still has enough conscience in her to feel guilty, enough shame to feel flustered, but just enough bravado to keep doing what she'd oing anyway. how momoi is her opposite in style and personality is so delicious

Mamori’s file on Satsuki is more comprehensive, but Satsuki’s file on Mamori is larger this, too, is a really good, tiny piece of characterization :')

Satsuki smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “I like me like this too.” god so often in knb fic momoi is the 'nice' one, robbing her of her capabilities for stuff like this too. depth, loose morals, she has everything here that i love

AND SHE LEAVES!! HOW DARE YOU. i suppose i should be glad no one dies like the video but im still huffy

how dare you make me descend farther into this ULTRA RARESHIP HELL
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 456

***

There’s a lot Tatsuya used to hide from Taiga. The way he felt, what he did about those emotions, the ways they’d shaped how he acted towards Taiga, towards himself (and some of that was probably stuff he couldn’t see, because even when you spend as much time as Tatsuya thinking about yourself and your emotions, there are blind spots only clear from a distance). There’s a lot of intangible stuff like that, and then there’s the emotional glass eating, the signs Taiga had only begun to recognize because he’d been so used to hiding them on himself. Swollen lips, cut on the inside, the way Tatsuya would look for a second too long at the crack on a store window, at a broken bottle or the shattered cover of a phone booth on the street.

There had been a time when they’d both known, a time when neither of them had said, but then Taiga had, because the relief is worth it. Going from trying not to think about Tatsuya to thinking about him and what he’d think about Taiga doing this to kissing his rough lips to imagining him with shards of glass stuck between him to, well, this, had been a lot of things. Amazing, really, when they make themselves wait a week and then dig through their own recycling, smashing bottles of beer and picking up brown and green and transparent shards off the labels they’re stuck to, tasting the residue at the bottom, the texture of the ring at the base against their tongues. A kiss, a transfer of shards against teeth and gums and lips, one mouth to another, the sounds of sucking on the curved shapes, unable to hold a flat plane. Perfect for the caverns between cheeks.

This had started out as something else, but maybe it had always had to converge here. The two of them, Tatsuya’s apartment, miniature nicks on their fingertips from handling the shards, holding them between each other’s teeth, each other’s mouths warm and wet on flesh and glass.

They don’t do it to excess, just a bottle or two, the one night a week; they don’t need to lean on it as much, use the crunch beneath their teeth to ground them. They don’t talk about that part, either, but they don’t need to, really; it’s passed under them like a train deep underground, now so far off they can’t hear it or feel it.

“A little more?” Tatsuya says, and how can Taiga deny him (how ever, how when he so rarely asks for things like this)?

There’s only a few shards left; Taiga picks them all up, inserts them between Tatsuya’s parted lips, and seals them inside with a kiss.
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 401

***

It is a point of contention at the time, who exactly had lost who. Both of them agree that one of them had gotten lost, and they’d gotten separated from each other in a crowd. However, though it’s obvious it’s Tatsuya who had gotten lost, given that Tokyo is fairly unfamiliar to him and it’s Atsushi’s hometown and this had been a neighborhood he’d spent a lot of time in during middle school, and the fact that in general Tatsuya’s sense of direction is horrible. Even if by sheer dumb luck he’d ended up in the right place, there’s no way he’d know it without Atsushi telling him, and Atsushi had been on his way to the right place when he’d turned around and, well.

Tatsuya’s fairly hard to lose. He’s on the tall side (if still short), and people always look at him; still he’d managed it somehow, and it had taken several phone calls and about three quarters of an hour for them to find each other again. Tatsuya’s the one who had gotten lost, even if he’d had the nerve to ask Atsushi about how he’d gotten lost, and, well.

“I didn’t get lost; you did,” Atsushi had pointed out, and Tatsuya had asked him if he’d wanted to hold hands.

An impractical solution, and Tatsuya would probably figure out how to get lost anyway, but it’s not like he can think of anything better, so he hooks his pinky through Tatsuya’s, and no matter how Tatsuya strays or gets distracted by a window display or what looks like a distant street court Atsushi can always tug him along or notice the minute it stops and receive a fake apology (those times, he actually does grasp Tatsuya’s hand in his, small but sure; Tatsuya smiles up at him like he’d planned this and Atsushi kind of wants to punch something because of how infuriating Tatsuya can be).

And this way, no one gets lost or left behind (even if it’s only Tatsuya who had been in danger of having that happen, anyway). The feeling of Tatsuya’s pinky hooked in his, even when they’re the only two people in the next block, is familiar, reassuring (not that Atsushi needs to be reassured that Tatsuya’s there, but it’s better than checking and not finding him). And when it’s one hand locked in the other—that can be nice, too, sometimes.
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 436

***

All things considered, the only appropriate reaction in this situation is to stare. All things consist of this particularly attractive man revealing that he is, in fact, the minor noble in charge of teaching Atsushi how to behave as a royal (a prince, which he’s learned about approximately ten minutes ago from his very distant mother who is, in fact, the queen, and mother of the four older siblings he’s never met) , that this particularly attractive man had definitely been checking him out in the coffee shop last week and they had talked and this man had kissed him (so Atsushi had made it pretty obvious he’d wanted to; he hadn’t been the one to actually make that move).

“You knew,” Atsushi says. “Last week."

“Yes,” says the man (Himuro Tatsuya, if that’s really his name). “I was sent by your mother to check up on you.”

“Did my mom tell you to kiss me?”

“Nope. That was all me.”

“I bet I could throw you in jail for that.”

Himuro shrugs and grins, like he’s fearless, like he’s trying to get Atsushi to take the bait. He’s pretty sure kissing a duke or lord or whatever Himuro is isn’t the worst thing he could admit to his mother, especially if Himuro had been the one initiating it, but, well. Maybe if Himuro’s a terrible teacher.

*

“Don’t spill crumbs,” Himuro says.

“I’ve seen you eat,” says Atsushi (he thinks, briefly, that this might be the ideal job for someone like Midorima, who enjoys instructing others on the proper way to do things and derives some satisfaction from seeing them present themselves to his standards).

“I’m not a prince,” says Himuro. “Take dainty bites.”

“My mouth can fit more,” says Atsushi.

Himuro catches his eye, and Atsushi wonders if that sort of humor is stirctly allowed by the palace. He’s not sure he wants to find out, or if he really cares either way.

*

“Why’d you kiss me?” Atsushi says.

“I wanted to,” says Himuro. “I thought you wanted me to.”

“Do you want to kiss me now?” says Atsushi.

“I thought you were threatening to have me thrown in a dungeon for that,” says Himuro.

Atsushi rolls his eyes. “Just answer my question.”

“A prince does not roll his eyes.”

“I don’t have to worry about impressing you,” says Atsushi.

“Oh?” says Himuro.

Atsushi leans across the table and ksises him, properly this time, not too long but with just enough emphasis. He leans back and folds his arms across his chest; Himuro’s eye is wide. He certainly looks impressed now, whether he needs to be or not.
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi/Mayuzumi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 437

***

One of the many fine things about Chihiro is that he has taste. He doesn’t go for the gaudy and tacky, except at notable times to embarrass Seijuurou, but he prefers the understated elegance of the finest tea rooms, complemented with a cheap novel well bound in a hard cover, where he can sit on the edges and see but not be seen , dressed to impress Seijuurou but leave no impression on anyone else. He really is the finest spy in Seijuurou’s arsenal, adept at going unnoticed, blending in without being conspicuously absent, a blurred memory at best in anyone’s mind.

“You’re late,” Chihiro remarks as Seijuurou sits down in the chair across from him.

Seijuurou shrugs; there had been an obvious agent on his tail and he’d had to take two long ways around and he’s still only a minute late, which isn’t as bad as it could be. Perhaps not up to Chihiro’s standards, but Seijuurou could say a lot about the book Chihiro’s wearing or the sneer on his face as he stares down the society types he pretends to be above while enjoying the same services on the government’s check.

“Enjoying your tea?”

“Indeed,” says Chihiro, placing his book down and rolling up the sleeves of his dark grey suit. “You ought to try the chai.”

Seijuurou nods; he’ll be having the extra fine sencha as usual but he’ll take that into consideration when recommending teas to others here. He trusts Chihiro’s opinions on most things, like the proper attire for committing high treason (though treason is such a vulgar word; Seijuurou would prefer to think of this as government assistance, perhaps not strictly in tune with the policy of a foreign body, but their laws hold no water here, and they’re at war--all's fair).

Chihiro glances up, almost sharply but refraining himself at the last moment. “The ambassador.”

Shit. The waitstaff has not made their way over yet, and Seijuurou reaches up to fist one hand in Chihiro’s shirt, pulling him across, strategically placing his head to cover Seijuurou’s from view.

“Kiss me, Chihiro.”

“Must you be so demanding?” says Chihiro.

(Another fine thing about Chihiro is the way he does what he’s told, however begrudgingly he pretends it is. But Seijuurou can read the pleasure in his lips, the way Chihiro continues to move his tongue long after the ambassador must have looked away at the disgusting couple, or his eyes sliding over Chihiro’s head the way people’s always tend to do when Chihiro is in such extraordinary company—except for Seijuurou’s eyes, of course. But then, he’s always looking.)
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Murasakibara/Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count:

not quite free for all but that’s probably the next step after this

***

The recipe for chocolate cake looks fairly simple on paper, sugar and butter and chocolate and flour and all the usual things, despite Daiki’s protests that a peach cake would be easier and they could make both because they’re going to end up eating it all anyway, the latter of which is a very valid point. Atsushi keeps that thought to himself because it’s no use dredging up the argument just as it’s beginning to settle beneath them like sand at the bottom of the ocean. When it’s just him and Daiki, they can make peach cake. He likes chocolate just as well, and for now Tatsuya and Taiga can have what they want (and, even though Daiki claims he doesn’t, he’s going to end up eating some).

The recipe isn’t the problem, and Atsushi supposes that finding out there’s only one cake pan in the middle of mixing the batter isn’t the problem, either (though he’s certainly not going to go out and buy one). Rather, it’s the four of them combined with the lack of room in Tatsuya’s kitchen, which is always kind of an issue when they’re here but sometimes Tatsuya says it’s cozy and Atsushi lets it slide. Sometimes all of them are here, though, and it’s fucking hot with the oven on while one layer of cake is cooling and the rest is in the oven and Atsushi’s been tasked with making the frosting and his elbows keep getting bumped. And even that’s just annoying until frosting starts getting everywhere.

“What the fuck, Atsushi,” says Taiga, as a piece of frosting hits him in the face and hangs off the end of his eyebrow.

“It’s not my fault Daiki bumped me.”

“Not my fault,” says Daiki. “There’s not enough room.”

“You’re not even cooking,” says Taiga.

“You aren’t right now, either; wait for the damn timer.”

On his way by, Tatsuya bumps into Atsushi and that may or may not be on purpose, but Atsushi’s taking no chances. He turns off the mixer, reaches into the frosting, and smears some on the side of Tatsuya’s face. Tatsuya makes a startled sort of sound, and he looks pretty cute l like that even though Atsushi knows they have less frosting with which to cover the cake (but they always have too much anyway, and he’s going to end up eating it some way, so off Tatsuya’s face like this isn’t any different from straight out of a bowl where it’s hardened up in the refrigerator.

“Atsushi—you—” Taiga starts, because of course he’d take offense at that.

“Want some?” says Atsushi.
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 417

***

Tetsu still hasn’t come back to school. Daiki doesn’t need Satsuki or Akashi to tell him that; it’s not like Tetsu’s here and more invisible than usual, hiding in dark corners. Daiki had always known how to look for him, where to turn his head and see Tetsu as if by some trick of light, a shock of pale hair and a small figure with the uniform done up correctly, a book or a basketball in his hand. The near invisible, near but not quite, places and things and ways Tetsu had of taking up space, of announcing his presence if you knew the right way to tilt your head, all the things that had remained constant in the background, that even after everything Daiki had continued to check, that he wan’t going completely off the deep end—it’s all gone, as if Tetsu had never even existed. As if Tetsu was a stranger who had passed through Teikou and away already.

But Tetsu’s not a stranger; they’ve hurt each other in the most intimate of ways, refused to pull their punches (okay, it was Daiki who had struck first when Tetsu was just trying to help—Tetsu should have known, part of him says, but should he have been punished for not knowing, for knowing and trying anyway, for reaching out without flinching until he’d been blinded by the eclipse? Daiki already knows the answer to that one) and ended up here. Destruction, burn scars fading into their skin, except sometimes they wake up and feel it on them raw. And if Daiki were to see Tetsu, reappearing in the same spots, standing at the top of stairs under a certain slant of a sunbeam, carrying his schoolbag, it would hurt just as much as squinting into that light and looking for him when he knows he won’t find anything does. Were Daiki to find a stranger there instead, he’d just shrug and look away and forget, and he can’t even pretend to do that with Tetsu.

The next time they meet, if it ever happens, if Tetsu’s not done with him and basketball and all of this (and if that’s possible, but Daiki’s not sure he knows Tetsu as well as he thought he had) it will be awkward, as if they don’t know anything about each other, the familiarity fallen away and rusted out. Like strangers, but with a history, visible, something they can never go back to. Worse than strangers, less than enemies.
marks: little orphan annie (he's fine (hq))

FILL: TEAM Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[personal profile] marks 2017-08-23 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol, Coercion in drinking that alcohol
Word Count: 757

i feel like I’m cheating somehow here.

***

Kageyama thought he fucked up somewhere in another life. He wasn’t, like, super-sure about the rules of reincarnation, but he must have been a bad dude to not only have to put up with three years of Tsukishima in high school, but in university, too. But the thing was Tsukishima wasn’t annoying the way he used to be – Kageyama could have dealt with that. No, Tsukishima was annoying now in a new way, a way that left Kageyama frustrated and confused.

“Tsukishima’s so nice!” one of the other guys on the volleyball team said into Kageyama’s ear. They were about an hour into their first team party ever, and to Kageyama’s annoyance, Tsukishima really did look pretty friendly. Just then, he was laughing and talking with a group of people, who all had horrible looks of adoration on their face. He gestured with a red cup in his hand and accidentally spilled some of his drink on a girl, who apologized to him when he went to help clean it up. “Wait, he's a relaxed guy, so I bet he likes being called Kei, right? That’s easier to say!”

“Kei,” Kageyama said, rolling the word around in his mouth and glaring across the room. Tsukishima made Kageyama feel feelings he didn’t have words for, and that made him feel stupid. At least Tsukishima’s talent for that hadn’t changed. Before he realized it, his feet were pulling him across the room, scattering Tsukishima’s admirers like a flock of geese as he did it.

“Your Highness,” Tsukishima greeted, but he sounded almost friendly when he said it, the same way Hinata did when he called Kageyama a big dummy. Then he smiled, a real one, a nice one that made some of the people he’d been talking to edge a little closer again. Kageyama was pissed off. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Tsukishima asked.

“What is up with you?” Kageyama spat. “Did you lose a bet?”

Tsukishima’s smile dropped, and he stared down at Kageyama. “I’m just trying to make new friends. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Yes!” Kageyama said. “No!” He screwed up his face. “I don’t know!”

“It’s a party,” Tsukishima said, a little bit of annoyance seeping into his voice. He leaned against the wall and slouched down a little, narrowing his eyes. That was a relief because Kageyama knew how to deal with this Tsukishima. “You could use a little lightening up, too, King. Talk to a stranger. Dance with a girl. Have a drink.” Tsukishima waved his cup in Kageyama’s face.

Kageyama pushed the cup away. “I don’t drink,” he said. He didn’t want to dance with a girl.

“Oh right,” Tsukishima said, “I forgot. Your body is a temple, and nothing can sully it. It doesn’t matter that all your teammates are here, and most of them know how to have fun. But you know what?” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Kageyama’s traitor eyes flicked down to watch it. Tsukishima slouched down more and leaned close to Kageyama’s ear and, to Kageyama’s horror, his stomach flipped. “I think you’re scared to lose control, even a little. You’ve got this whole intense genius setter thing down to a science now, and you don’t want anyone to know what a chicken you really are.”

Kageyama should have punched Tsukishima in his face – so nice, his ass – or at least stepped back and walked away. But Tsukishima just made him so mad – that hadn’t gone away just because they knew how to work together now – and he needed him to know that. “Intense?” Kageyama growled. “Grow up. You think I’ll drink something just because you call me a chicken?”

Tsukishima didn’t say anything. He didn’t even move, and Kageyama could hear him breathing quickly, right next to his ear. Kageyama swallowed, hard.

“Just give me the cup, jerk,” he grunted.

Kageyama tried to grab Tsukishima’s drink out of his hand, but he wouldn’t let go, so he just yanked Tsukishima’s arm close, his fingers pressed against Tsukishima's skin. He tilted the red cup to his lips and drank every drop down. And here was the weird part: Kageyama’s eyes locked with Tsukishima’s as he did it and neither of them blinked, not even once.

“Thanks,” Kageyama said after, pushing the cup into Tsukishima’s chest. He licked his lips. “Not bad,” he said, and gave Tsukishima a smile of his own before he turned around and walked away. He didn’t bother looking back; he knew, somehow, that Tsukishima would follow.
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 441

***

“I don’t get why you like that podcast so much,” says Midorima. “It’s just a guy talking about basketball once a week.”

“I don’t like it so much,” says Murasakibara.

“You download it as soon as it comes out,” says Midorima. “You listen to it several times.”

“You don’t like any podcast,” says Murasakibara.

“I prefer reading."

“Is that why your eyes are so bad?”

Midorima doesn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, and if that means Murasakibara has time to listen to this week’s Talking the Game again it’s no great loss. It’s nice to be able to close his eyes, stick his headphones in his ears, and lean back at his desk to listen to the host’s smooth voice, calm and charming, as he dives deep and slow into advanced statistics and speculation and things Murasakibara doesn’t usually care about or have the patience for. And just because he’s listening doesn’t mean he suddenly loves basketball. It just gives him something to do, new avenues of an overly familiar topic, something that may or may not be useful while he polishes off a box of pocky.

Truthfully, Murasakibara doesn’t like podcasts all that much, either. Downloading new episodes is a pain; it’s like a serialized version of talk radio, which he’s always hated hearing. And the hosts always love to hear themselves talk, taking too long to tell a story he could have read in a few minutes elsewhere. This one’s different, though, the easy conversational tone and the valid insights, unfolded and explained in a way that works better than it would laid out on a page. Sure, there are no pictures and diagrams, but Murasakibara doesn’t think he needs any to understand this.

(“Is it a voice message from your crush?” Murasakibara’s sister asks him.

Murasakibara’s face does not get red; he does not have a crush. It’s just a podcast he’d rather listen to than do his homework or read something else; that’s all there is.)

Murasakibara’s never going to be a basketball superfan. He’s never going to look up statistics, the implied homework that the host is clearly dangling in front of listeners, encouraging to go for. If there’s a trivia question that Murasakibara knows the answer to (or it’s easy to look up, just a few searches) he’ll send out an email to the provided address and wait. But the only satisfaction he gets from hearing his name (Atsushi in Tokyo again getting the correct answer, nothing quite so pleasing as the again) is only satisfaction from knowing he’s right—despite what Midorima or his sister might say, it’s nothing else.
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PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-08-23 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: arakita yasutomo/kinjou shingo OR furuya satoru/hongou masamune OR sakurazawa midori &/ inokuma haruka
Fandom: yowapeda, daiya no ace, chihayafuru
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Other Tags: none

Prompt:

My mother said I could be anything
I wanted— but I chose to live.
[...]
I am ready. I am ready
to be every animal
you leave behind.

— ocean vuong, thanksgiving 2006
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] chameleonskin 2017-08-23 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
HI would you be okay with the Shinkai brothers for this?? _(┐「ε:)_
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 447

***

This food is pretty fucking good, even if it’s a little overpriced. Aomine can afford it, but he’d still really rather not pay, a thought that seems to fly out of his mind and settle over the next table, where the one waiter in the small restaurant gives a sappy smile to the couple sitting there.

“It’s your wedding anniversary? Please, enjoy this creme brulee on the house.”

Fuck, that creme brulee looks good (they were probably going to have room for dessert anyway), and there’s a lot of it, too. Aomine looks back at Kagami, who’s already almost polished off his sandwich. Aomine coughs, trying to be subtle.

“What a coincidence that it’s their anniversary, too.”

Kagami gives Aomine a funny look; Aomine tries to wink without scrunching up his face and then jerks his head in a completely non obvious way at the next table and their creme brulee. Kagami shrugs; he’s heard but he makes a face—and then reaches over to grab at Aomine’s hand. Aomine’s little remark had definitely caught the waiter’s attention, and he comes over to smile a little suspiciously at them.

“I’m so glad we could be here, baby. I’m glad we can, uh, do away with traditional hallmarks of marriage like wedding rings and still have these.”

The waiter still looks suspicious, and Aomine figures they have to play along. “Aw, babe.”

He leans across the table to kiss Kagami, quickly, but that seems to almost do the trick (and, well, it’s not bad, what Aomine gets of it). “Could I have another water?”

“Certainly,” says the waiter.

Kagami’s kind of staring at Aomine, and his face keeps getting darker and darker red; his hand is still covering Aomine’s on the table.

“What?”

“Why’d you have to kiss me?” Kagami hisses.

“Why’d you have to say we were married?”

“You’re the one who said it was your anniversary.”

“I could be married to someone else.”

“I don’t think the free dessert works this way,” says Kagami. “Especially since you’d be spending your anniversary lunch with someone other than your spouse, apparently.”

“Whatever,” says Aomine. “I had to sell the waiter on the premise.”

He glances over; the waiter’s returning with more water, stopping to take a request from another table. Aomine leans over again and places his mouth on Kagami’s. This time, he tastes enough of the kiss to really get a fill, and it’s pretty goddamn nice.

“Early anniversary, huh?” says one of the people from the next table as she gets up to head to the restroom.

“It’s our second,” says Kagami.

“Can’t believe I missed the first,” says Aomine, before Kagami kisses him this time.
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[personal profile] marks 2017-08-23 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I hate you both so much
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FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, T

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-08-23 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: character death
Other Tags: it's a pacrim au, so
Word Count: 481

SORRY HAYLEY THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT THE SCENE YOU PICKED BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY. also the jaeger's name is probably something silly like "diablo chopper" bc all jaeger's have silly names but i ended up not really picking one bc it felt like it would break the mood to use it, LOL.

***

"i was supposed to protect him," ryousuke says, the light from the jaeger's construction rig painting his face hazy blue. he looks pale, washed out, the bright rose sheen of his hair flattened into a night grey ghost of itself by color and shadow. youichi reaches for his hand. there's nothing to say, after something like that, youichi living every memory ryousuke's ever had of his little brother in a matter of seconds. everything, from the very first time he ever saw haruichi, red-faced and apple-cheeked in their mother's arms, to the very last, the tumult of anger and fear rebounding between them before haruichi was just gone, ripped from the jaeger out into an angry sea. "he was better than me," ryousuke says, cheek resting against the arm he has folded on the lower platform railing, legs dangling out over the edge. "i used to resent it."

youichi shifts closer, lifting ryousuke's hand to press a kiss to his knuckles. he knows that too, felt it in his gut, white-hot and piercing before it was swallowed by the dull ache of shame. ryousuke's eyes are closed now, long lashes casting faint charcoal shadows on his cheeks. the jaeger retrofit is nearly done, twin reactor core tuned and ready to burn, two tons of metal and carnage brought to bear against the breach itself. two tons of metal piloted by two soft human bodies, two beating hearts, two sets of shoulders to carry the weight. guilt, fear, hope, vengeance, survival.

"i'm glad you came back," youichi says, and ryousuke laughs, a soft, tired little sound.

"i didn't want to," he says, tugging youichi closer until they're shoulder to shoulder, pressed against each other in the blue light. this far above the shatterdome floor, the clamor is all but inaudbile, even the sound of metal on metal from the retrofit seeming distant and quiet, their own little bubble of space.

"i know," youichi says, smile crooked. i felt everything, is what he means, as much as anything, but that he knew even before. there are a lot of things, he's realizing, that he didn't need the drift to know. ryousuke's never been as much of a mystery as he pretends to be, and youichi's learned him better than most.

ryousuke shifts to lean against him without answering, his weight familiar and warm, head settling against youichi's shoulder same as ever. his palm is calloused against youichi's, rough with years of manual labor, high up on the coastal wall, the penance of surviving. "i'm glad it's you," he says, finally, watching the light change as the jaeger's reactor core comes online, both of them bathed in its violent sunset red.

"who else would it be," youichi says, pressing his lips to the whorl where ryousuke's hair parts. "we're going to fight the apocaplypse. i wouldn't want to face it with anyone but you."
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

[personal profile] snowysatoru 2017-08-23 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
S C R E A M S
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-08-23 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
SASUGA

Yeah, fine, go wild XD
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-23 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kise/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 421

i don’t bnha so this is probably wildly inaccurate wrt how quirks work

***

Kuroko doesn’t have a quirk, blending in on the outskirts and fringes, falling into the crowd, almost through the cracks until he’s noticed. And while it makes him ordinary, weak in comparison (having nothing extra to boost his strength, the absence of the baseline that Kise and the rest consider normal) it doesn’t mean he’s not special. Not when Kise looks at him, and he supposes some of the way he hovers and drags Kuroko into the spotlight when his heels are firmly planet in the ground is to—not negate that, make up for a lack of something he doesn’t need. It’s not something Kise thinks all that deeply about, as a topic, or even on a smaller level; his life is dissected enough.

Maybe, if he had thought about it more, he would have realized sooner, but that slipperiness is part of it. Not quite being able to think about it deeply, the way Kuroko disappears when he, quirkless, should stick out among them. Because he’s not quirkless at all. Because that’s his quirk, disappearance. It’s not true invisibility, but that’s a paradox, stealthy; this is hiding in plain sight, a meta stealth of some kind. You don’t realize he’s there in the first place when he strikes; he’s got no superhero costume and no title, no way to announce himself. He’s both there and not, special in the way that he’s not special at all.

“You’re amazing, Kurokocchi,” Kise had said, and he’d meant it then; he means it just as much now that they’ve all realized it. “Really amazing.”

“Because I have a quirk, too?” says Kuroko.

“No. You’d be amazing if you really didn’t have one, too,” says Kise, even though that’s impossible to quantify; he’s never known Kuroko without this particular quirk, even if he hadn’t thought it existed.

Kise’s no romantic. There’s a lot to be said for small gestures, for reminding Kuroko all the time that he’s here and willing to pay attention, no matter how many other pairs of eyes slide over and around him that Kise’s eyes will focus on him. That he’s ready to listen to what Kuroko has to say, even if he takes a while to say it or doesn’t verbalize it at all, keeps it in subtle gestures, nearly invisible. That’s just his way of doing things, and Kise’s pretty adaptable after all—and he’d like to think, even if both of them had been perfectly ordinary, not extraordinarily so, they would have found each other anyway.
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FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, T

[personal profile] lysithea 2017-08-23 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Shiraishi Kuranosuke/Kirihara Akaya
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 1066 words

this ended up more in the mild discomfort zone than the completely awful zone oops i'm too accustomed to writing mindless fluff

***

You experience victory together before you first experience loss.

Tears fall hot and wet from your face, nearly as hot as the blood boiling beneath your skin, anger at your opponents, anger at your loss, anger at yourself. But not anger towards him. Never him.

He brings your head gently to his chest and dabs at your tears with the collar of his jersey. He runs his hand through the hair he compliments so often, the edges of his bandages catching on errant strands of curly hair. He cups your chin in his hand, bringing your tear-stained face up to look into his.

“Kirihara-kun,” he says, a reprimand laced with affection. You wait with bated breath for a slap that never comes. His hands are always gentle, far gentler than any of those of your old teammates. But you know that he doesn’t need to tug at your leash to get you to heel.

You don’t know if your loyalty is borne of respect or something deeper.

He pulls back and turns around, and you follow without a single signal from him. You wish, deep inside, that he would take your hand to lead you, that he would lace his fingers through yours. But you know that (for now) this half meter of space that separates you is necessary.

He leads you back to the bleachers, back to where the rest of the national team is waiting in complete silence. He sits down and pats the bench next to him, and you bury your face into his shoulder, not wanting to see the looks of disappointment on everyone’s face, on Yukimura and Sanada’s faces. He slings an arm around your shoulder.

“You lost control.” There’s an almost chilling lack of disappointment in his voice. “You let them hurt you. You hurt yourself.”

You tilt your head upwards to look at him. He’s staring off at the courts, away from you.

“Shiraishi?”

“You know that I only want the best for you, right? And that means keeping you out of Devil Mode.” Your eyes twitch in irritation. He doesn’t have to explain things to you like you’re a child, like you’re that one particularly screechy first year on his team. He turns to look at you and smiles softly, squeezing your shoulder, and your annoyance evaporates.

“Do you trust me?”

With your life.

———


The red has faded from your eyes by the time you sit cautiously at the edge of your bed in your shared hotel room.. It would be good, they had said, to have the doubles partners bond like this. Marui and Kite share the adjacent suite, but you can never hear a single peep from their room, nor they from yours.

Shiraishi sits across from you, crossing his left leg over his right.

“You need to learn patience.” You need to learn loyalty goes unsaid. “I try my best to keep you in line—to keep you safe. But you also need to make an effort.” He stands up and crosses the gap between your beds. You tilt your head back to look up at him, as he looks down on you.

“It would be a shame for something so beautiful to go to waste.”

You pout. “You don’t need to try to butter me up every time you want me to do something.”

He laughs and the warmth of it washes over you. “I don’t know about that. They do say that it’s better to rule through love rather than fear.”

“Love?”

“Yes,” he says, and he ruffles your hair again. “And you’re so cute anyways.”

“Doesn’t matter if I’m cute if I can’t win games,” you scoff.

“There’s more to life than tennis. This for instance.” He grabs your shoulders and pushes you back against your bed, continuing to stand over you. You sigh and sink back into the mattress, your hair spreading around your head like a halo.

“You’re an angel.” His angel. Child of God or not, Shiraishi is your true saviour, and you are his apostle. One that he would be better off without, whispers a traitorous voice in the back of your mind. You push it away. He needs you after all, as surely as you need him, right?

The voices in your mind are hushed as he leans over you, his shadow falling over you, blocking out the flickering lights of the hotel room. He strokes your face gently and the frayed edges of his bandages are rough against the smooth skin of your cheek.

He closes the final gap between you (finally) and his lips are warm against yours. You lick into his lips and his mouth tastes richer than any wine. He pinches your cheek and pulls back, a string of saliva connecting you.

“Patience,” he repeats simply.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and presses your lips together again chastely. You whine and squirm beneath him, desperate for more, and he pulls back again, laughing.

“Adorable.” You blush a deep pink, so deep that it almost looks like you’re going to enter Devil Mode, and he pinches your cheek again. “You’re so easy to tease.”

You start to whine in protest and he lays a finger against your lips. “This is all part of your training. You need to learn not to react to provocation.” He runs his finger down your chin, your neck, across your collarbone. “You need,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, “to learn how to resist temptation.”

He pulls off of you and you whimper pathetically. You’ve played this game with him before, but you never know how far he’s going to go. You never know how far you want him to go.

This time, though, he cuts the game too short for you, leaving you wanting.

“Patience,” he reminds you as he walks away. He stops at the door to the bathroom and gestures for you to follow him. You stand up obediently.

You don’t know if your loyalty is borne of respect or something deeper.

But you think, later, as he wraps his bare arms around you in your bed, carrying you down to sleep, as your eyes close and darkness rises over your vision, that it doesn’t matter. You are his, you think, as you lace your fingers through his, and that is all that matters to you in the end.
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Re: FILL: TEAM Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[personal profile] helwolves 2017-08-24 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
ahahaha GOOD.

(it might have been cheating if you asked, but... :D )
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Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] chromatic_coma 2017-08-24 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
It was definitely weird writing that part because it's Tsukishima's POV but if I switched to first person it would have felt very out of place, so the narration ends up inadvertently fangirling. I'm glad to hear you could relate :P

That "NAME NAMES IMMEDIATELY" mindset makes so much sense for someone who is as... controlling? Anal-retentive? as Tsukishima lol. It just made sense that he'd want to size up the competition (maybe literally?)

I'm so thrilled you like this, it's such a relief. I had a lot of fun writing it for you so thanks for the excellent prompt :D

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FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, M

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-08-24 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 1731

This got stupid long.

***

Read on AO3

Edited 2017-08-24 00:43 (UTC)
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-08-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content (not explicit, implied, up to interpretation, could just be kissing, who knows)
Other Tags: sometimes i just want to write intense makeouts
Word Count: 503

this quote really caught my eye :')

***

He remembers the first time he saw Atsushi cry. He will not remember the second.

He will not remember it, for Atsushi will swear afterwards, in the daylight, that it had never happened, that Muro-chin had mistaken the sweat on his brow for something else. What Tatsuya knows he has not mistaken is the awkward way they fit together behind locked doors, Atsushi’s chest heaving under Tatsuya’s palm, the heat of him. Tatsuya had half-expected rejection, built a beautiful glass wall around his heart in readiness. It had shattered.

Atsushi had bent his own prickly angles against Tatsuya’s, inhaled all of him, all of his hard-edged diamond dust ground fine beneath heels in American streets, stretched thin across miles and clouded skies. He had trembled with his face buried in Tatsuya’s neck, and then there had been no more space for breathing.

It’s not how Tatsuya had ever imagined, if he’d ever imagined such a thing. Perhaps he had dreamt it. He couldn’t say, now.

Atsushi, even from the corner of his eye, is an unmissable presence. He doesn’t try to catch anyone’s notice. He simply cannot help it. And it is this, thinks Tatsuya, that has made him pliant in surprising ways; for all his protestations and languor, he’s never said no to Tatsuya when it counts. It is as if some part of him is paying a wilful penance for how much space he takes up.

So Tatsuya had made a point of not asking, and Atsushi had not said anything.

A kiss, Tatsuya’s learned, can be a savage thing; teeth and tongue against bottom lips dry from the sun, the tang of lemon popsicles and cola and salt, a strange cocktail that made Tatsuya smile, for no one but Atsushi would taste like this. There had been a candy wrapper still lying on the floor from where Atsushi dropped it, a crinkle that echoed like a guilty whisper as Atsushi moved his feet, tried to shift his weight back, only Tatsuya had not let him.

That was not when the tears started pricking. That had come later. This—a fistful of Atsushi’s jersey in his balled up grip, his hair loose around his shoulders, brushing Tatsuya’s cheeks—

This was a low hiss between Atsushi’s mouth, a furnace simmering, something uncoiling, waking. Tatsuya had never seen Atsushi quite so alive, heard him make a sound like that. He had not known his own pulse could rage in his ears like this either.

Atsushi, he knows, will ask him about the bruise under his shirt when he notices it. He will not talk about many things, about Tatsuya’s glass-shard laugh when he pushed him up against the wall, about coming undone, and that suits Tatsuya fine. They don’t have to talk about it. They don’t have to talk about this either, the fingerprints he pressed into Tatsuya’s skin, the saltwater streaks he left there.

Tatsuya keeps his sleeves rolled down, thinks of tonight and the lights going out.
Edited 2017-08-24 00:57 (UTC)
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Re: PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-08-24 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
omg wow this quote with midori/haruka??? wow