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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: FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] helwolves 2017-08-28 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
oh no, I love this.
wino: (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] wino 2017-08-28 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kagami/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: (spiritual) incest
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 632

***

They slip out of the palace in the dead of night, while the moon is hidden by clouds and darkness shrouds the kingdom like spilled ink. Few things are carried on their backs for their horses are a distance away, unable to afford the noise of hooves beating against cobblestone. Like this, their steps are light, their shoulders unburdened by anything apart from the looming separation. But this is unavoidable, and one might even say this is the only path their lives could have taken, the two of destined to entwine and later forced to untangle.

("My father thinks you'll usurp me," he'd told Taiga, after hearing the king's ravings. Never mind that he had once taken in Taiga for his own; it seems that, when it comes down to it, he still only has one son.

Taiga takes a moment to reply, realizing what Tatsuya is implying. What used to be home for him must have suddenly seemed like hostile territory, because he's nervous when he looks up at Tatsuya and asks, "do you?")

Tatsuya knows it is futile to regret this, just as it is futile to have ever avoided loving Taiga. Taiga, whose red hair seems almost black under moonlight, making them seem more like brothers than their appearances belie. Taiga, who is saying nothing—out of necessity, out of grief—as they take back roads and shadowed alleys, none of which befits two princes such as themselves. Taiga, who refuses to look at him, though Tatsuya also knows that this is Taiga's way of holding it together when it is so easy to fall apart.

Sometimes something stirs in the quiet, and Taiga would press Tatsuya against the wall, in some hidden corner, neither of them breathing until there is nothing but silence again. Tatsuya takes in Taiga's warmth, the press of their bodies together, Taiga's face tucked into his shoulder, the smell of him that he hopes will linger on his clothes. When the threat subsides, so does their proximity, as they return on the move.

After what seems like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than an hour, they finally reach the outskirts of the forest. Taiga, perhaps without really meaning to, reaches for his hand; Tatsuya squeezes it in return, and chooses to hold on so they wouldn't lose sight of each other in the tress. The moon shines bright now, and it is the only thing they can rely on to light their way. They reach the clearing faster, and and Taiga turns towards Tatsuya when he sees that there is only one horse standing in wait.

"No, Tatsuya," he says, shaking his head. He's the one squeezing Tatsuya's hands now, both of them. "I can't do this alone."

"I'm afraid you'll have to," says Tatsuya, his smile rueful but his voice resolute. "I can't leave the people to weather my father's madness."

"Tatsu—" Taiga's eyes are filled with tears, which Tatsuya doesn't see as much as hear in his tone. Tatsuya pulls a hand away to take something from his pocket and press it into Taiga's palm.

"I'll always be with you," he says, when Taiga glances down at the first prince's seal ring. This time, Tatsuya doesn't hear Taiga's tears as much as he feels them, when Taiga pulls him in for a kiss.

It's their first. It might as well be their last.

"Be safe," says Taiga, as he mounts his horse. Tatsuya is still smiling when their hands finally let go, though his eyes are burning too.

"I should be the one telling you that."

Tatsuya doesn't miss the look Taiga gives him, full of longing, and he's grateful to the moon for it. But when the horse starts running, he also doesn't miss that Taiga doesn't look back.
Edited 2017-08-28 22:31 (UTC)
gionkenji: macaron with "eat me!" written on it (Default)

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-08-28 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
oh nooooooooooooo
gionkenji: macaron with "eat me!" written on it (Default)

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-08-28 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
;o;
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Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-08-28 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
omg WHY!!!
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-08-28 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himura Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: nudity, bathing together
Word Count: 424

***

"Muro-chin, it's tangled again," Murasakibara called from the bathroom, and Himuro could hear the pout in his voice. He picked himself up from the couch and went to see how bad the problem was this time.

He resigned himself to ending up with wet feet, and probably wet pants, again as he stepped into the shower. In the grand scheme of things, it definitely wasn't the worst he had seen Murasakibara's hair, but it still looked like a challenge.

"Did you forget to comb it out before you got into the shower again?" Himuro asked.

"It was already wet. It was all sweaty."

Murasakibara tried to yank his fingers through his hair again, but Himuro stopped him. "Gentle," he said. "Be patient with it."

"Muro-chin's better at this."

"Okay, sit down."

Murasakibara sat on the bench in shower, and Himuro took the shower spray and the conditioner and set to work. It would have been easier if Murasakibara didn't have such a tendency to turn into a giant cat whenever Himuro played with his hair.

After about thirty seconds of trying to juggle a very wet, very floppy Murasakibara without getting soaked, Himuro gave up and stripped out of his own clothes, throwing them in an untidy pile outside the shower door. Now Murasakibara could lean back against him as much as he wanted as Himuro slowly worked the knots out of his hair. Sometimes, Himuro swore Murasakibara did it on purpose just for an excuse to convince Himuro to join him in the shower.

Himuro couldn't really say he minded most of the time, especially not when he finished and Murasakibara wrapped him up in a tight, wet hug and whispered, "the bath should still be hot," in his ear.

The bathtub definitely wasn't meant for two people, especially not one of Murasakibara's size, but they somehow made it work with a minimum of flailing and water spilling out onto the floor. They were pressed close together, and Himuro let himself float, supported by the water and by Murasakibara wrapped around him. When Murasakibara hummed happily, the deep sound resonated through the water into Himuro's skin. Murasakibara's hand slid over his, working out the tight knots that always seemed to form in his shoulder, and if Murasakibara kept that up much longer, Himuro thought he might lose the ability to move entirely.

"See, Muro-chin gets tangles too," Murasakibara said, digging a thumb into the base of Himuro's spine. It was Murasakibara logic, but Himuro couldn't really find fault with it.
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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-08-28 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so glad you liked it!! thank you so much for your kind comment and the wonderfully evocative prompt ♥

true story an earlier draft of this had it end with oikawa telling tobio "let's blow this joint we'll go to the combini and i'll buy you ten milkboxes"
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Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-08-28 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
APPROVED. oh man. Haha I am glad this summoned you because now I am down for this whole entire thing in a way that I am not at all when JJ is a dude. That's so weird!

anyway, yes, this is hot and good and this poor boy is in a lot of trouble.
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Re: Fill: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, E

[personal profile] tsunderekita 2017-08-28 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god. I know I prompted this but I still was not prepared.
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Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[personal profile] pugglemuggle 2017-08-28 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay! I'm glad you like it! Lmao, it's been so long since I've written genderswapping, like, years. So this was fun. :) It really does change the dynamic, doesn't it?

(and yes, poor otabek is in so much trouble. The best kind of trouble. ;) )
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FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, M

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-08-28 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 568

Literally added the last part for you so you wouldn't get disappointed at the lack of terribleness.

***

It ended as badly as he thought it would. They argued, said unforgivable things to each other. Rin, frustrated beyond anything Sousuke had ever seen him, finally burst out and said, “What do you want from me, Sousuke? Do you think because of your shoulder that I owe you something? That I owe you my ass?”

Sousuke stopped arguing and stared at him. Rin grew pale but didn’t back down. “Don’t contact me anymore,” he muttered, looking down at the floor. “We’re done.”

He left quickly, after that. Typical of Rin to do that, to dump something and leave. Sousuke hated that about him. He hated so many things about Rin. He had to remember them all, and keep track of them all. Make sure he didn’t forget.

“That fucking little prick,” Sousuke muttered to himself, “his ass wasn’t even that great.”

*

Sousuke couldn’t imagine living in Iwatobi after high school and told his parents that. If they left the house to him, he’d sell it. If they left the business to him, he’d sell it too. They said they understood, but judging from the looks they gave each other, they really didn’t. What did we do to have such a troubled son? They seemed to ask each other. They didn’t know, and neither did Sousuke.

*

He still followed Rin on social media -- they’d long unfollowed each other by their wallet names, but that wasn’t much of a problem. Sousuke picked a name from the Samezuka roster and made up a profile for them. Perfectly made up, perfectly real. He sent a friends request to Rin and Rin had accepted. He saw what Rin was doing every day, what his exercise routine was, what he ate, how late he went to bed. Who he dated -- a succession of good-looking but somewhat generic blondes -- not that Sousuke paid attention to that.

Sousuke didn’t know when exactly his regret and longing had tipped into obsession. Maybe it had always been that way and he’s simply never noticed.

*

He had a life outside all of that, though. He’d gone to university in Tokyo and gotten a job there. He dated sporadically before getting a boyfriend -- an easygoing guy who didn’t seemed to mind that there were vast swathes of his boyfriend’s life and past that he would never talk about. They even talked about adoption, but Sousuke knew that it wasn’t likely to happen.

Then he messed up -- lost the boyfriend, whose parting shot was -- “Get over that guy, Sousuke-kun. He doesn’t love you and he never will.”

*

It was ten years on from high school when he saw Rin again. It was almost long enough forget the bitterness of their parting and remember their shared childhood instead, made brighter by nostalgia.

“Rin, how are you?”

Rin’s smile was brighter than anything Sousuke had seen in years. “I’m good. How about you?”

Sousuke still wanted him. He knew it could only end badly this time too. But his heart, the dumb beast, still beat hopefully in his chest, panting maybe this time, maybe now, maybe, maybe --

*

He couldn’t do it. Not again. Not after all of this.

He watched the shadows move gently across Rin’s sleeping face. It would be over in a few minutes, no need for a struggle. The sedative he’d slipped into Rin’s wine would’ve taken effect by now and everything waited for Sousuke to act.

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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] wino 2017-08-28 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: aomine/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst
Word Count: 475

***

Aomine supposes that if there's anything that rubbed off on him after dating Himuro, it'd be the masochistic streak. He doesn't have any other explanation for staying in on a Friday night, still in last night's stained boxers and nothing else, with no one on his bed for company save from his laptop. While seemingly everyone else is in the city and painting it red, he's indoors, wallowing in misery and the static from the speakers. The concert hasn't started yet but the livestream has, so it's only white noise from the chatter and sound tests that's filling up his walls. It's grating, but he knows that he'd prefer this to what's coming next.

Not that the thought's enough to keep him from closing the tab, or getting up and going out, or literally anything else apart from subjecting himself to this. By this, as if on cue, he means the stage lights dimming, the crowd screaming in anticipation, and the first few chords from an electric guitar reverberating through the stadium and, by proxy, his bedroom.

And after the chords comes a voice, and Aomine nearly shuts the laptop screen then and there. He doesn't, though, because he's got this notion that all he needs is closure to get over something that ended months ago. The faster he feels nothing over watching this, the faster he can move on, or whatever the fuck that means.

Not that it seems to be working, because the longer he stares at the screen, at the spotlight crowning Himuro as he croons into the mic, the tighter his chest seems to feel. And the longer he listens as Himuro sings about lost love and last smiles, the more he wants to hurl the laptop, or himself, out of the window.

But he stays, gaze intent, as Himuro starts to move across the stage, picking the mic stand up from the floor, reaching his hand out to fans, and, in a move that has Aomine swearing aloud, draping himself over his lead guitarist.

Nothing about the performance indicates that he's doing this to spite Aomine personally, but that's how Aomine takes it, however irrational it is. He's not a rational person in the first place, and Himuro's always made him a little stupid.

So here he is now, putting himself through watching someone he hasn't gotten over tell the world that he'd gotten over Aomine, in songs that are a bit too mournful, in lyrics that hit a bit too close to home. Aomine hadn't listened to the album at all before now, which is another mistake on top of everything. He's not ready for this at all.

He's not ready, and as the camera gives him a close-up of Himuro's face, smiling in a way Aomine hasn't been able to manage these days, he doubts he will ever be.
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FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[personal profile] pugglemuggle 2017-08-28 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Hinata & Kageyama & Tsukishima & Yamaguchi & Yachi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: voltron au, team bonding, shenanigans, banter
Word Count: 643

yasssssss this prompt is such a good prompt! just for reference, i've put yams in black, hinata in red, kags in blue, yachi in green, and tsukki in yellow. thanks for allowing me to write this shameless voltron crossover <3

***

"Guys."

"For Christ's sake, get off me Kageyama, you're a leg."

"I thought I was an arm."

"No, Hinata and Yachi are arms. You and I are legs, idiot."

"Wait, Tsukki, I'm an arm?!"

"Yes, Hinata—"

"Hold on, I'll switch right away!"

"No! No! Please don't, Hinata! I'm right on top of you! If you move I'll fall!"

"Oh, sorry Yachi!"

"Guys. Stop it," Yamaguchi interrupts. "This isn't working."

"No kidding," Tsukki mutters under his breath. They all hear it, though. These coms don't miss a thing.

"Well, Tsukki," Hinata says, "if you'd opened up during the mind melding exercise, then maybe we'd already be able to form Voltron!"

Tsukki tsks. "Do you really want to blame me? You're the one who couldn't even follow basic instructions to get through that maze."

"Yeah, well, Kageyama was only watching out for himself during that one where we were supposed to be stopping each other from getting shot—"

"At least I can fight! Yachi can't fight at all—"

"Leave Yachi out of this, you meanie—"

"Guys! Shut up!" Yamaguchi yells. "We're taking the lions back to the hangar, okay? We're all tired and hungry and irritable. We'll get some food and try again. Sound good?"

They all grunt in approval. Yamaguchi counts that as a win.

Ukai and Princess Kiyoko have a meal prepared for them when they get back, which Yamaguchi finds at least mildly concerning. They've been working them into the ground for days now, so he's skeptical of any offering that doesn't have an obvious catch. Still, the food looks delicious....

Just as he's about to dig in, handcuffs come out of the table and clamp onto his wrist, connecting his right hand to Tsukki's left. The others are similarly cuffed together.

"Now you have to work together to feed each other," Ukai says deviously. "Itadakimasu."

It does not go well.

Ten minutes in, Yamaguchi has had barely three bites, and he has far more than three bites spilled all over his clothes. The others are faring even worse. Kageyama's face is covered in green goo from both Hinata and Tsukki, and Yachi keeps accidentally spooning food into Hinata's hair instead of his mouth. They're at the end of their rope.

"Princess," Yamaguchi says. "I think this exercise has gone on long enough. We're hungry, and tired, and we could really use a break."

"We don't have time," she replies. "You need to learn how to form Voltron quickly if we're going to have any chance of defeating Zarkon."

"She's right, you know," Ukai says. "Listen to your princess and stop complaining."

"Our princess?" Tsukki bites out. "We're from Earth. She's not our princess."

Kiyoko moves before Yamaguchi has a chance to process what's happening. The next thing he knows, Tsukki has a huge glob of food goo spattered across his face, and Kiyoko is looking smug.

"That's it," Hinata says. He and Yachi pick up his plate. "Food fight!"

It turns into an enormous mess. Yamaguchi has food everywhere—in his hair, on his face, inside his shoes, down his shirt. By the time it's over, though, he almost doesn't care. There's laughter bubbling up in his throat, and pretty soon all five of them are laughing. God, they look ridiculous.

"I can't believe it," Kiyoko says. They all go quiet, waiting for the scolding. "You're finally working together as a team!"

"Oh," Yamaguchi says. She's right. He doesn't think they've had teamwork that seamless since they got to the Castle of Lions.

"You think we can form Voltron now?" Hinata asks, practically vibrating with excitement. Kageyama actually manages to smile at him for once.

"Yeah," Kageyama says. "We should go try."

They form Voltron. It's the best feeling in the world, and Yamaguchi thinks it's worth the effort. Finally, they're starting to feel like a team.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] hibari1_chan 2017-08-29 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Nijimura Shûzô/Haizaki Shôgo
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Underage, Sexual content ? (Mention/Implied) violence
Other Tags: Age gaps, smoking ?

Prompt: (I'm so stupid for not prompting it sooner *cries*)

Hitorijime My Hero AU (Haizaki is Setagawa and Nijimura is Kousuke)

GIMME THE FLUFF

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FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, M

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-08-29 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Sousuke/Haru, onesided Sousuke/Rin
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: hot mess
Word Count: 511

Forgive this messy fill.

***


Far from being the shy, retiring virgin that Sousuke had assumed that he’d be, Haru was surprisingly vocal and surprisingly critical about what he saw were Sousuke’s flaws in fucking.

“Why are you so quiet when you climax?” he said, sliding a plateful of fried mackerel at Sousuke’s direction. A ball of rice got stuck on Sousuke’s throat and he coughed and he coughed until he couldn’t avoid the situation anymore.

Haru merely looked at him, impassive.

“What are you talking about?” Sousuke said, wiping off his sweaty forehead.

“You can go home if you’re not having fun,” Haru said.

“I’m not here to have fun, Nanase,” Sousuke said, glaring at him.

Haru considered this. “Then why are you here? Is it because you want to get revenge on Rin?” Without Sousuke really noticing it, Haru had inched closer to him. “If Rin was here, would you moan? Would you beg him to fuck you?”

“What are you saying…”

Ah! Rin! I’ve been love with you forever! Take me now! That’s what you’d say, right?”

“... You’re horrible, Nanase.”

Haru was practically in his lap. He’d carefully taken the mackerel away from Sousuke and pushed him to the floor. Sousuke looked up at him, curious at what he’d do now.


“I don’t like,” Haru said, a little haughtily, “to be compared to Rin in things we can’t compete against.”

“You don’t?” Sousuke said, running his hands up under Haru’s shirt, feeling the smoothness of his skin.

“If you think fucking Rin would be better, than do it. But I know you’re wrong.”

“How do you know that?”

For the first time, Haru looked a little annoyed at himself.

“Nanase, are you saying that you’ve slept with Rin?” Sousuke tried to keep calm, but his heart was pounding like crazy in his chest.

“Only one time,” Haru said sulkily, and it all went to hell.

*

Rin hadn’t expected Sousuke to be back in the dorms so soon -- he’d said that he was going to spend the weekend at home and then had failed mysteriously to extend the invitation to Rin (which he would always do if he really was spending the weekend at home) -- so Rin had assumed he’d be out with his girlfriend or boyfriend the whole time.

“Haha, did you get dumped?” Rin said as soon as Sousuke stalked in.

“Shut up,” Sousuke muttered sullenly.

“You never introduced me to your lover,” Rin said, not put off by Sousuke’s bad mood. “Why not? Are they ugly or something? Do I know them?”

“You know him,” Sousuke said, pulling off his shirt. Rin couldn’t help but notice that there were several scratches and bites across Sousuke’s back.

“Hah? Who is it? You’re not tupping one of our adorable kouhais, are you? Sousuke! That’s wrong!”

Sousuke glared at him for a moment before he sighed and looked away. “It’s Haru.”

“Aha -- what?” Rin stopped laughing and fell out of bed. Luckily, he was on the bottom bulk and didn’t have far to fall, but still, it was a painful discovery -- literally.

marks: little orphan annie (intimidation tactic (saso yoi))

Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] marks 2017-08-29 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
marks, i love you, but how could you give me a keppeki danshi aoyama-kun screenshot without giving me a keppeki danshi aoyama-kun prompt????

BELIEVE ME I WANTED TO BUT IT WASN'T NOMINATED THIS YEAR!!!! Next year, for sure, count on it.

BUT THIS IS GOOD, TOO, JESUS TAP-DANCING CHRIST.

"If you're doing it to try and seduce me or something," Yuri says, eyes dipping down again, "it's sort of working."

yesssss.
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Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] pugglemuggle 2017-08-29 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
wHAT? how was it not nominated???? gahhh, serves me for not checking the nominated list, i just ASSUMED that all the new summer sports anime would be nominated... gahhhhhhhhhh #sad

i'm glad you liked this though! lmfao, i love otabek being casually really hot and this gave me the perfect opportunity <3
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FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-08-29 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kagami/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 419



***

“Oi, Taiga-kun, gimme a lick,” Daiki whined and Taiga was so startled that he let him do it. Daiki pulled away with a smug, satisfied look on his face and Taiga huffed indignantly.

“Buy your own cone, asshole,” he said, cramming the rest of his ice cream into his mouth before Daiki could trick him again. It was his fifth cone but the first that had been strawberry and the cool, pink sweetness trickled down his throat almost like a kiss.

“I don’t even understand how your stomach doesn’t burst open,” Daiki said with a sigh. “Are you even human?”

“Whatever. ‘M normal,” Taiga said, a touch defensively.

“You are a lot of things, but normal isn’t one of them,” Daiki said with a laugh.

“Are you food shaming me? I’ll kick your ass!”

“I don’t even know that that is,” Daiki said, leaning against Taiga’s shoulder for a moment. “Come on, give me another lick, Taiga-kun. I want to taste you.”

“You’re so gross,” Taiga said, wrinkling his nose. Daiki grinned and licked into Taiga’s mouth, tasting the sweetness within.

*

“Ugh, there’s another one,” Daiki said miserably, picking at an ant bite on his leg. His arms and legs were covered in little ant bites and they burned. He winced as Taiga put ointment on them, even though the coolness of the ointment did feel good against his hot skin.

“Hold still,” Taiga muttered, his attention completely focused on the task at hand. Daiki stopped squirming to watch Taiga. Taiga was … really gentle, outside the basketball court. It was like he reserved all his fierceness and anger for the times it would serve him best, and the rest of the time he was -- like this. Calm. Caring. A better lover to Daiki than Daiki could ever deserve.

Taiga looked up to see Daiki staring at him. “What’s the matter? Do I have something in my nose?”

“No, I --” Stupidly, Daiki felt flustered, like there was a part of himself that he didn’t want Taiga to see.

“I hope you learned your lesson, anyway,” Taiga said, letting Daiki’s hand go. “If you steal my ice cream, ants are going to try to eat you alive.”

“I know it already,” Daiki said. “Do we have any more ice cream left?”

*

They did (because Taiga would never run out of something like that) and they ate it standing in the kitchen with the container and one spoon between them. It was weird and it was gross and it was perfect.


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FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[personal profile] horchata 2017-08-29 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kageyama/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 26 lines


***


pain makes a shape in you

i. a truth
an enzyme is a catalyst
which hastens
chemical reactions in the body
and changes the substrate forever
irrevocably

they often act alone
but can work in larger complexes
gathering necessary components to
begin its permanent change

each enzyme bonds to one
particular part of another molecule
they are perfectly paired
one lock and one key
an instant match

enzymes, like any catalyst
are never consumed in the reaction,
they only accelerate its process
create a result
and release themselves



ii. a lesson
when kageyama hears
‘tobio’ on the court
his first instinct is
to flinch
Edited ((I'm sorry I edited this so many times; thank you for your patience)) 2017-08-29 00:57 (UTC)
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, G

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-08-29 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Niou Masaharu/Yagyuu Hiroshi, Fuji Shuusuke & Niou Masaharu
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: injuries, angst
Word Count: 421

Niou is terrible at accepting help. Someone should probably hug him anyway. I'm sorry I made this sad; Niou was being difficult.

***

It was a stupid mistake when it happened. It was in the second match of the Kantou tournament, and he started to move left, realized at the last second he was about to fall for a feint, and drove hard to his right. Or at least that's what should have happened. It's what would have happened if he hadn't already gone too far. Instead, he overbalanced. His ankle took all of the strain and gave out under him.

Adrenaline carried him through the rest of the match. It wasn't until later, after they'd changed and visited Yukimura in the hospital with news of their victory, that his ankle really started to hurt. But it was still early in the Kantou tournament, and they had to win―for Rikkai and for Yukimura. With the rest of the team focused their own battles, it should have been easy to hide his injury.

It would have been if it wasn't for his doubles partner. He and Yagyuu became one another on the court, and to do so convincingly, they had come to know each other as well as they knew themselves. It was impossible to hide anything from Yagyuu, just as it was impossible not to notice how Yagyuu worried. It would have been impossible not to notice even if Yagyuu hadn't taken to hovering over his shoulder before practices or sneaking surreptitious glances at his ankle after every game.

Even vicariously, Niou couldn't stand the vulnerability. Rikkai didn't have room for weakness, and this was their chance. This was his chance. They were third-years now; if they wanted to make it onto a good high school team, they had to prove themselves now.

In Nationals, he played singles.

He faced Seigaku's Fuji Shuusuke; the same kid who had managed to beat Akaya despite not being able to see. It was hard not to admire how smoothly Fuji covered the court, and Niou wondered if he'd be able to copy it one day.

There wasn't much time for admiration though, not when there was a match to win. He switched rapidly between Shiraishi and Tezuka, two people he knew Fuji had been unable to defeat. From time to time, he'd land on his ankle wrong, and his illusions would waver. He could rarely see Fuji's eyes, but somehow he knew Fuji had seen through them, and through him.

He didn't look back at Rikkai's bench. He didn't want to find out how in sync he and Yagyuu still were. He couldn't afford to falter now.
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Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] serpheat 2017-08-29 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
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Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] serpheat 2017-08-29 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
^0^
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Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] serpheat 2017-08-29 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
GALAXY BRAIN

sorry lmao your comments came into my inbox minutes within each other and had such parallelism i couldn't resist the meme... but hello :^)
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FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-08-29 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ukai/Takeda
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: adults trying to hold it together, established coach on teacher fluff
Word Count: 491

five will get you ten they go to bed only to stay up too late making out anyway.

***

The second year is so much harder than the first year. Last year no one expected much of anything out of them. Last year just making it to regional finals would have been enough. This year the principal has already stopped by twice to see how it's going, there are twice as many wide-eyed freshmen, and the second years have already promised Captain Ennoshita that they're going to take the seniors to Tokyo or die trying.

It's a lot of pressure for all of them, but Ukai in particular is straining under the weight of it. He's straining twice as hard not to let any of it show in front of the kids, but here in Takeda's apartment, staring at rosters for their first regional tournament, Ukai doesn't bother with the front. It's like a secret between the two of them, how the adult front they're both putting up is held together with spit and sports tape and Febreeze.

"Keishin," Takeda says, the third time he's called his name in a row. Ukai isn't listening, eyes glued to the papers in front of him even though he doesn't even seem to be seeing them anymore, fingers wound so tightly in his hair that Takeda's a little worried he's going to start pulling out chunks of it. "Keishin."

"Eh?" Ukai finally answers. Takeda reaches over and grasps both his wrists, pulling them down.

"You'll go bald," Takeda teases. "Let's stop. The line-up's fine. Glaring at it won't help."

"Yeah." Ukai heaves a sigh that sounds too big for his body. Takeda gets up to make them some tea, herbal because they should try to sleep at some point. When he comes back, Ukai is right where he left him, eyes back on the roster, hands buried in his hair.

"That's enough of that," Takeda says crisply, the voice he uses to break up first years roughhousing in the hallway, and Ukai looks up in surprise. He opens his mouth when Takeda sweeps the papers into a pile and flips them over. "Enough. Let's watch the match you've brought."

They start out sitting side by side on Takeda's couch, but it only takes half the set for Ukai to slump against his shoulder, and then by the second set he's sprawled on his side with his head in Takeda's lap. He's muttering to himself about counters and players, Takeda only half-listening as he drags fingers through Ukai's hair. He likes the bleach-rough texture of it between his fingers, but more than that likes the way that the touch makes Ukai start yawning at regular intervals.

"You're doin' that on purpose," Ukai grumbles, not that he makes any move to sit back up.

"Oh no, you've caught me," Takeda answers, yawning himself. He's giving it the rest of the set before either Ukai is out cold on his lap, or Takeda rolls them into bed himself.
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Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-29 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
cute! you got their dynamic down pat all through the story, well done...nice interpretation of the prompt!

“You’re so gross,” Taiga said, wrinkling his nose. WHERE IS THE LIE