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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

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

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

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Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

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400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)
8 tracks (fanmixes)

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man stop pulling me into this chriszaizen hell...... I'm falling hard

Firstly: ZAIZEN. The first thing he says is ""your hair looks dumb" ??? please???? he's totally into the hot accountant look omg

"reminisce a little, maybe have a laugh over missed opportunities if chris was going to push him" how dare

"i know," chris says, hand on naoyuki's elbow, not quite pushing but still urging him forward." cries because of the action itself, but also it's what's happening now, that chris can see what zaizen can become and wants him to take that opportunity... characters not having a direction and finding one, or being presented it and grasping it is one of my favourite themes and I'm DYING. The banter in here is fun and leaves you wanting more, an opening scene to something Big

Oh dear, poor Takeda. His first day is going to be an adventure, isn't it? I love Ukai's affectionate snark SO MUCH. Please look out for our nervous teacher and make sure he remembers to eat, prickly convenience store clerk.

(and good luck with your first week back!)

Ship: Makoto/&Rin || Rin/&Rei || Rei/&Nagisa || Kou & Rin || Kou & Nagisa || Haru/&Rei || any permutation, combination
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Time keeps on looping.

They may be a disaster, but somehow they're such a well-meaning disaster they make it fluffy. Poor Suga, being roped into helping with the volleyball team before he even has his teaching feet under him. Now Ukai's really going to have to get involved; maybe between the three of them they can manage a passable impression of a put-together adult. Thank you for filling!

Aaaaahhh, this is so sweet! Thank you! I love Suga being the Champion, and Daichi working his way toward challenging him. And Suga still finding time for breeding and his eggs even as Champion.

Fluffy Bikes are so good, and this is so cute! Poor Naruko being caught between Fukutomi and Kinjou though; that has to get awkward sometimes. Fukutomi's choice of distraction is excellent, and I love how Naruko goes along with it, even though he knows exactly what Fukutomi is doing.

This is one of my favorite things about Haikyuu!! The adults are trying their best, but they're kind of lost too (aren't we all sometimes), but they still make it work somehow. I could happily read these two being adorable adventures in adulting struggles all day.

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Mihashi
Fandom: Daiya no Ace/Big Windup
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None

Thank you for this prompt - this was a ton of fun to fill!!

***

Ship: Zaizen Naoyuki/Takigawa Chris Yuu (hinted at /Tanba Koichirou, + Miyuki appearance)
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Major character death
Other Tags: Mentions of injury, Zaizen's pottymouth
Word Count: ~1250

i figured id post this bc otherwise i'll run out of time in the br BUT I HAVE PLANS FOR MORE OF THIS it's... sad... but i will eventually make it not sad, just probably not in time for this fill ILU MEL DONT HATE ME

***

"Loccent, this is Indigo Lune."

The comms render all the Rangers’ voices flat and impersonal, but there is no way in hell Zaizen would ever mistake that familiar baritone, the tight, heavy professionalism masking what is almost certainly an injury. Almost as soon as Chris’s voice tapers off, Zaizen hits the button to respond.

"Copy, Indigo Lune." His heart is beating adrenaline-fast in his chest but his voice doesn’t shake at all. Small mercies. "What’s your status?"

"Systems are nearly down and mobility’s shot. It’s not looking good."

Not looking good is an understatement. Indigo’s stats are up on the main display, along with the other Jaegers currently involved in Operation Pitfall. A malevolent red glow has overtaken most of its functioning limbs, evil beeping signs proclaiming imminent failure over several of its systems. A cold fist lodges itself under Zaizen’s heart.

For Chris to call it in, he must have exhausted all his other options.

"Can you make it back to base?"

"Negative, Loccent."

Two words, Zaizen thinks blankly. Two words, and also the sound of his world beginning to end.

A large hand reaches into his peripheral vision— Marshal Kataoka, leaning over Zaizen’s shoulder to speak into the mic. "Can you see any of the others?"

A moment of silence, and then a different voice comes online, rasping with pain but just as hard. "We can, sir."

Tanba. Zaizen has a moment to think he’s completely failing at his job as their communications officer, but he can’t help it. It feels like his entire chest has been encased in ice.

Chris comes back on, sentences locked down tight. "With your permission, sir… We’ll detonate the payload. Clear a path for them. Crimson’s core is nuclear; she can close the breach."

A beat, another, and Kataoka’s hand closes on Zaizen’s shoulder with something that feels almost like sympathy.

He reaches over, hits the button.

"Do it."

There are three more Jaeger teams in the field, and each one has their own control team. There are at least forty people stationed in the command centre, with more hurrying in and out every minute, but at those two words all movement stills.

Fitting, Zaizen thinks. Fitting that they should be quiet, since two men are about to say their last words.

He can’t breathe, can’t think. Everything he wants to say to Chris, to Tanba, is all wrapped up in his throat, choking him, and in a moment of weakness he thinks, I can’t do this, but just as quickly he pushes that thought away. He doesn’t have a choice. They’ll be gone before he knows it; burying his head in the sand isn’t going to change a thing.

The transmission crackles on the sound of a distant explosion, and then Chris says, "It’s been an honour serving with you, sir."

And Zaizen can’t do it. He isn’t that generous, he can’t let a room full of people listen when the man he loves is going to die. With a choking, desperate breath, he scrabbles at the controls, bringing the feed into his personal headset instead. It’s against protocol, but fuck protocol, fuck it up the ass, because Zaizen can’t, he can’t—

"Chris," he croaks, curling over the mic to grasp for some semblance of privacy. "Chris, Chris—"

"Nao?" Chris says, and finally that veneer of professionalism cracks, and Zaizen hears fear and grief leaking into his voice. He squeezes his eyes shut fiercely, as the tears start. "Nao, are you— I’m sorry. I wish I could— I wish."

"I love you," Zaizen chokes, so softly he’s not sure the mic picks it up, until he hears Chris murmur the sentiment in return. He wants to say it a thousand times more, as if it could make up for all the hateful things he said and did after they were injured, after Zaizen lost forever the ability to even walk unassisted, much less get back into a conn-pod.

But he doesn’t have a thousand more chances, he only has this.

"Zaizen," Tanba’s voice is soft and sad, and every second they linger is another second the kaiju could get the upper hand, but Marshal Kataoka says nothing. His hand on Zaizen’s shoulder is support and protection at the same time, but Zaizen knows their time is running short.

"Tanba," he says, forcing the words out past the lump in his throat, past the grief that has sunk painful claws into his chest. "Take care of him. That’s an order. Understand?"

"I will. I promise."

Zaizen’s breath escapes him in a shudder, and the Marshal’s hand squeezes on his shoulder. With his eyes shut, he switches the transmission back to public.

Chris says, "Thank you," and the feed cuts to static.

—

They close the breach. They save the world.

Zaizen’s world has been reduced to rubble at his feet.

But hey, he’s just one fucking person. An ant, in the grand scheme of things.

—

They find Tanba’s escape pod bobbing gently five kilometres from shore. He’s unconscious, still bleeding sluggishly from a handful of wounds, has an impressive collection of broken bones and radiation poisoning on top of it all.

Sawamura nearly hammers Zaizen’s door down to relay the news. Afterwards, he makes sober up, and splashes water onto his unshaven face. Then, he limps to the med bay as fast as his bum leg will carry him, and spends a week camping at Tanba’s bedside until the other man finally wakes. The first person he asks after, of course, is Chris.

Miyuki, who’s been haunting Tanba’s bedside just as often as Zaizen, only shakes his head, grim-faced, when Zaizen looks to him, so it falls to Zaizen to tell Tanba that no one’s managed to find Chris’s escape pod. That maybe he never got out at all.

Zaizen has had a week to steel himself for the conversation, and it still feels like losing Chris all over again.

Tanba stares at him, then turns his face towards the ceiling. "Get out."

Zaizen grits his teeth and reaches out for his cane, but Miyuki forestalls him with a hand.

"He means me," the other man says, with a crooked grin. "Stay, Zaizen-san. Someone’s gotta stay with him, but he doesn’t want it to be me."

"But you’re his partner," Zaizen says dumbly. He hears the echo of Chris beneath his words, and draws a sharp breath.

Miyuki shrugs like it doesn’t matter, even though Zaizen’s pretty sure it does. "I was never his first choice."

When he’s gone, Zaizen stares at his hands where they’re folded in his lap. It takes him a long time to realise that tears are sliding silently down Tanba’s cheeks, his arms too encased in bandages to hide behind.

And Zaizen knows, just like Chris knows— or knew. Once upon a time, he had even been jealous. Now, it just seems like here, at least, is another person who feels the Chris-shaped hole in the universe as keenly as he does.

"We saved the world," he says quietly, staring at his hands instead of at the shining tracks carving their way down Tanba’s cheeks. "but without him in it, I sometimes don’t know if it was even worth it."

Tanba sucks in a horrible, gasping breath and shakes and shakes, and Zaizen’s used up all his tears, but he puts his hand over Tanba’s anyway, and just holds on.

Edited 2017-08-29 13:20 (UTC)

Ship: Kominato Haruichi/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Japanese folklore, yokai

Prompt: Eijun likes to brings flowers from his village to his favorite fox boy

Ship: rin/haru
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: That One Angry Rinharu Scene has some aggression in it y'all
Word Count: 17 lines

***

the first law of motion
the chainlink fence has more give in it
than rin has had for four years
and it clink-swings haru back
to the seething heave of
rin's breath in his mouth like it knows
about haru

just get it over with he thinks
crowded in heartbeat close
tracing the wet along the curl of rin's snarl
the low dark smouldered coal glow of rin's eye
the chain link quivers with the clench of rin's fists

haru feels so impatient, listening,
tired
of flinching
and holding his ground,
tired of guessing which way he'll be hit

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: hogwarts AU
Word count: none

i imagine these two getting their hands on an invisibility cloak would be just a little bit chaotic

***

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 418

***

Taiga is not exactly thrilled. The proposition of going on a ghost hunting trip is nothing he’d ever be excited about, but something that involved paranormal activity in broad daylight he could maybe handle. This, though, a trip full of nights in the woods and deep rural areas, sounds like a horror movie combined with that stupid test of courage he’d had to do back in high school multiplied by some insane factor. Yeah, it’s Tatsuya's thing but definitely not his.

“Nope. Not gonna do it.”

“Okay,” says Tatsuya. “I figured you wouldn’t, but thanks for considering it.”

“Sure,” says Taiga.

Taiga puts the brochure aside, and Tatsuya resumes digging through the fridge; it’s decently organized but Taiga’s not sure what he’s looking for or if they even have it.

“Are you going to go anyway?” Taiga says.

“On the ghost trip? Nah. Wouldn’t want you worried about me.”

Taiga makes a face. “Tatsuya.”

“Sorry,” says Tatsuya, turning back to look at him, smiling in a way that says he means it at least halfway (and that he’s not trying to make Taiga feel bad about either of them missing out on anything).

*

The weekend of the ghost trip comes; the brochure’s long since been placed out with the rest of the recycling. Tatsuya had circled the date on the calendar, though he hadn't marked anything on it, or maybe he’d circled it because his credit card bill’s due, too, but the date had stuck in Taiga’s mind like a loose sheet of paper sucked onto an open air vent, flat against the metal and too big to fit.

“I wouldn’t have been mad if you’d gone,” Taiga says.

“Huh?” says Tatsuya

“That ghost hunting trip.”

“Oh,” says Tatsuya. "I'm sorry I made you think it was a big deal.”

He kisses Taiga soft and slow and sweet and, okay, yeah, this isn’t a distraction kiss or a rather be searching for paranormal activity kiss. It’s a real one, where Tatsuya presses his chest to Taiga and wraps his arms around Taiga’s waist and Taiga feels like his heartbeat’s the same pace but a little deeper, rattling harder against his ribcage.

“You don’t get scared by Supernatural, right?” says Tatsuya.

“Ha, ha,” says Taiga. “You can watch your show.”

Tatsuya smiles and kisses him again, and Taiga follows him to the couch. It’s cold with the air conditioning on this high, or maybe that’s just an excuse to snuggle under the blanket but whatever. Taiga’s going to take it.

Ship: Aomine/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413

***

They buy an apartment in LA that they’re only ever going to use in the offseasons, but it’s not like they can’t afford it and it’s not like the condo has any strict policy about how many days out of the year you have to be there. And it’s as good an excuse as any for them both to go through their shit, throw out what they don’t need, and figure out what they’re going to take to reside permanently in Califormia.

Obviously, Daiki’s collection of Mai-chan magazines and photo books are making the move. Obviously, according to Daiki, anyway.

“Why do you have those?” Tatsuya says. “You know you can get the same things—and videos—online for free, right?”

“I like having a physical copy,” says Daiki.

“You bought those in high school,” says Tatsuya. “Do you even get off to them anymore?”

Daiki shrugs. It’s hard to put it into words, but he’s had these magazines for a long time. Sure, when you say it like that, like they’re just things he’d jerked off to in high school, that’s a little bit sleazy and there’s no reason to build a spank bank archive or be reminded of being fifteen and lonely again, but he’s always had them.

“Are you jealous?” says Daiki.

Tatsuya snorts. “Yeah, I’m jealous of a gravure idol.”

“I’ll let you watch me get off to them,” says Daiki.

“No thanks,” says Tatsuya. “I’d rather actually have sex with you.”

Daiki sighs. If that’s not the point, then what is it?

“Please just keep them here if you’re going to keep them,” says Tatsuya.

Daiki shrugs, trying to think about the week they’d spent cleaning Tatsuya’s apartment in New York, all the clutter they’d cleared away leaving them with not very much at all to stick in the back of Tatsuya's SUV on the drive across the country. There hand’t been anything like this; if there had Daiki wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Maybe the closest thing is, like, some of Tatsuya’s sex toys that Daiki doesn’t want to use himself, but Tatsuya hadn’t even looked like he was considering bringing those with him. But that’s it, isn’t it? It’s not like he’s sharing Mai-chan with Tatsuya (that would be hot but, no).

“Okay, they’re staying here,” says Daiki. “What was that about actually having sex, though?”

“Well,” says Tatsuya, stepping a little bit closer and tugging Daiki away from the stack of magazines.

Ship: Aomine/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 406

idk what direction this went in

***

“You’re not there yet,” Aomine says.

Kise pouts, even though it’s true; even though he can copy anything but the other starters’ moves he still wants to be on Aomine’s level already. Soccer had been easy, swimming and tennis laughably so, but basketball is hard. There’s a steep learning curve, the jagged edge of the mountain and Kise has no one to copy to figure out how to climb it. He can only grasp at a little more every day, slowly think less and less about the day when basketball will fail to interest him.

“Keep trying,” says Aomine, dribbling a ball between his legs, and Kise watches him, fast across the court, the relaxed posture, the easy moves like it’s easier for him tow alk with a basketball in his hands than without, like he was born to do this.

Kise’s not as optimistic as he pretends to be, but it’s hard for him to take this badly. Even though basketball is a challenge and even though it seems like Aomine’s growing faster than he is with less room at the top for growth, Aomine’s still letting Kise face off against him. They still have their one on ones; Aomine says he’s not good enough, not there, but it’s not yet. Because he will be, and Aomine’s already recognized that, his potential, the place they’ll someday meet. The time when Kise won’t be looking up at him and when it won’t be weird to confess his crush, like he won’t be coming into anything (if anything happens, but from the way Aomine looks at him—if it’s still anywhere close to that in this future, then something ought to) with a disadvantage, like the scales are uneven.

It still seems far off, though, like when he was a kid and his older sisters got to stay out late and go places with their friends he wasn’t allowed to because he had to be home for dinner and in bed early and it had seemed like he’d never be old enough, or that the goalposts would keep moving because his sisters always got to do and be more. But it’s not that bad, and even Kise’s learned a little patience along the way, patience and work. Just waiting won’t do shit; the only thing that will bring him closer is work. Effort, as much as he hates to show it. But Kise wants this badly enough.

Ship: rin/haru
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: character death (prompt appropriate), suicide
Other Tags: drowning, Future Fish verse
Word Count: 42 lines

a continuation of this fill over here

***

for the most part, his efforts have been slightly boring
most people who bother coming out to deep water
do it in ways that mean they won't return
they go out this far
they stay out this long
they are weak and sick in parts of them that
won't survive, even if their instincts try
and this man has done all of those things
incorrectly
which is how he's always known which direction
to take him when his efforts
start stalling and puttering in the sea

but today
is different

he looks up to see the man
swimming
down
he can tell something new
which is that the man swims
and swims well
he has loaded his body down with heavy clothes
and he is pointed straight down to the dark

this time
he doesn't wear goggles
so he is ruining his eyes
and this is how
he knows
he means it

he watches a while
because it is beautiful
to see something do
what it is good at

and it's a little slower than most
but he tires
it is hard to fight the body
when it wants something
and against the man's wishes
he starts to rise

and that is when
he reaches up to grab the man's ankle
digs in his claws
and sinks

Ship: Aomine/Murasakibara/Kagami
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 436

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/106387.html

Ship: Haizaki/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 415

gossip girl au lmao

***

They are each other’s bad habits, the imported cherry cigarettes Shougo steals from his mom’s bureau, the alcohol Ryouta nabs from his parents’ liquor cabinet and blames one of his sisters or the other parent depending on who he’s talking to, if it’s one of the rare situations when his parents care. Shougo hopping the turnstiles even though he can afford a cab as easily as he can afford a subway ride; he just likes the challenge; Ryouta maxing out his credit cards at fashion shows for clothes that can barely fit in his walk in closet and that he’s probably never going to wear he has so goddamn many already. The party where Shougo just barely fits the dress code and Ryouta’s in the middle of the room on his third drink charming everyone’s ass off until Shougo’s had enough and drags him off to give him a blow job in the bathroom, scraping his teeth against the skin of Ryouta’s teeth and then reminding himself no guts no glory and giving Ryouta a giant hickey right there.

“I wish you wouldn't do that," Ryouta says, staring in the mirror and reapplying his mascara.

“Price you gotta pay for a bj like that,” says Shougo. “You keep taking it.”

“I keep hoping you won’t,” says Ryouta. “But you never learn.”

“Obviously,” says Shougo. “I’m still here, right?”

They’re interrupted by a middle-aged man, some kind of important (but not as important as Ryouta’s parents, probably), drunk off his ass and staggering towards the urinal to take a leak. Ryouta jerks his head toward the door; Shougo follows to watch that ass in those pants (they should make all suits that tight, but only all of Ryouta’s) and to see if the bite’s making him walk funny (it’s not, no matter how much Shougo tries to convince himself that it just might be).

He walks home alone, leaving early because he’s bored and RYouta’s too damn social, smoking a regular cigarette under the streetlights, a habit he maybe should kick but can’t be bothered to. And even if he could, would he want to? Shougo’s never been good at wanting what he should, ad doing what he should, so in that respect Ryouta’s just par for the course, another bad habit he’s too sunk into to break. A bad habit that’s become part of his routine, a tic, something he leans on, but only as much as Ryouta ever leans on him in return.

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 447

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They’ve been to five apartments today and Atsushi had tried to beg off the last one. It doesn’t matter to him; they’ve all looked fine. Enough space for both of them, for Tatsuya to fit all his crap (even if Atsushi makes him get rid of a lot of it he always finds a way to accumulate more and Atsushi’s not going to fight it that hard) and for a bed big enough for Atsushi to stretch out on and still have room for Tatsuya. And that’s all they really need, not a particular view or a kind of overhead light (is Tatsuya planning to stare out the window or at the ceiling all the time?) or a foyer that looks just as big in reality as it had on the floor plan.

“We’re going to have to live here,” Tatsuya had said, and, well, yeah, but neither of them currently lives in an apartment that’s going to be featured in any design magazines and they’re both fine with that.

Then again, at this point it’s better not to bring it up to Tatsuya, and to just get this last one over with.

“This is the last one right,” Atsushi says.

“Yes,” says Tatsuya. “It’ll be fun.”

Yeah, until he picks it apart, but Atsushi’s not going to rehash the same argument they’d had earlier. At least this one’s only on the second floor, in a neighborhood Tatsuya seems to like. Atsushi wonders if he were going to bet on the relationship between time spent in the apartment and the firmer Tatsuya’s decision that they shouldn’t rent it will be, but that’s too much math. Too boring.

It’s a nice apartment, just like the other five; Atsushi likes the even higher ceilings and he can tell Tatsuya sees that, too, and maybe that’s enough to convince him they’ll take it and that will be that. Of course it’s not; he has to peer into all the closets and frown about the space, turn on the lights and purse his lips looking out the living room window, which just shows what’s across the street, a couple of small shops and apartment buildings.

They follow the realtor into the kitchen then, and Tatsuya practically lights up.

With him it's not a blatant show of emotions, a wide kind of display; he’s not trying to show that he loves it but he’s not really hiding it, either, running his fingers over the top of the counter and staring up at the cabinets. Atsushi’s pretty sure that’s it, that if Tatsuya doesn’t like this he’s not going to like anything they ever look at.

“We’ll put down a deposit,” says Atsushi.

Ship: Murasakibara/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 442

so of course i had to go hockey au

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At this point, the mysticism surrounding the Caps’ shitty playoff performance, year in and year out, eight seed or winners of the fucking Presidents’ Trophy, is built up bigger than the actual experience. Annoying questions from the press, the expectation that despite what they do, they’re doomed to fail. It never felt that way this series, but they’re still gone in six games, the Senators pulling the rug out from under them, their goalie standing on his head the last two games and it feels like there still had to be something more they could have done but Atsushi also feels like he’s never put this much fucking effort into something related to hockey, let alone a loss like this.

It’s like rock bottom when you give up one goal in a five-period hockey game and the loss snuffs you out. Everyone can put all the blame on Atsushi; he doesn’t give a fuck. He wants all of the Senators, all of the players on both teams left in the west, to just lose and die so that they can’t have the Cup, either. It’s not fucking fair (Tatsuya will say it's not supposed to be, that is if he can tlak without his voice breaking right now).

Tatsuya is methodically doing his tie around his neck, pulling his cuffs down over his hands. It hurts for him, too, in the same way, losing; it had been so easy to recognize it in him the first time they’d met, someone else who can’t stand to lose. Because losing sucks; losing like this sucks even more, and there’s nothing they can do. They all want to get the fuck out of this locker room and its stink of losing, but they all want to stay, too, because once they’re gone the season shatters like a big hit on the glass, a freak accident only it’s reality and it happens fifteen times every playoffs. Once every playoffs to them.

They’re looking to Tatsuya as the captain; Atsushi doesn’t read the papers but he knows they’ve talked about how his leadership might be The Problem, as if there’s only one. as if it’s not a game played by four lines, twenty-five people in the locker room who have to hold up their weight, and people who don’t know anything shouldn’t talk about it like they do. Atsushi places his hand on Tatsuya’s back, between his shoulder blades, and Tatsuya looks up. There’s the same kind of anger in his eyes, the same frustration.

“Why can’t they just go away,” Atsushi mutters.

Tatsuya’s lips lift at the corners, tired but like he understands perfectly.

Ship: Alex/Momoi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 409

this was supposed to be more liminal sorry

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Alex wants to kill Satsuki’s roommate. That happens a lot of the time, by virtue of her never emptying the dishwasher (Alex is pretty sure she does it more and she’s only over there a couple of times a week) and making Satsuki have to hassle her to pay the bills and that time she’d walked in on them having sex. But telling Satsuki that she has to move out because she’d promised her friend they could live together is pretty fucking rude and probably a violation of the lease in multiple ways.

"I don't want to stay if she doesn’t want me around,” says Satsuki, but considering they’re a week out of the arrival of the roommate’s friend (seriously, Alex is going to murder her with her bare hands) and three out from the first of the month, the options aren’t that great.

“You can stay with me,” Alex says, the idea coming into her mind too suddenly to actually consider the implications, that maybe that’s too serious right away, that she doesn’t mean it like that—but Satsuki smiles.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” says Alex, reaching out to smooth Satsuki’s hair back away from her face. “Let me know what you need to move.”

The furniture would be useful for Satsuki’s new apartment except most of it’s cheap and shitty; the dresser had come with the apartment and all of the stuff in the living room and the kitchen belongs to Satsuki’s roommate. There’s really not that much to move, Satsuki’s clothes and linens mostly, and there aren’t too many of those. She travels light, and it’s only a few trips halfway across town before they have it all.

Satsuki’s looking for apartments already, scouring the real estate section of the paper, typing criteria into different websites, looking for a place that’s cheap and livable, and preferably alone this time. It’s not like Satsuki’s bad to live with, though; it’s pretty nice being able to wake up next to her every morning, to have Satsuki kiss her before she puts on her glasses, to watch Satsuki pick an outfit out before she heads off to work. It’s like Alex wants to stay this way.

“You don’t have to go,” Alex says, looking over Satsuki’s shoulder at the screen on her laptop. “Unless you want to.”

Satsuki shuts the computer; her hand is still warm from the way it radiates heat as she squeezes Alex’s knee. “I don’t want to.”

AAHAHHAHH!!!! There are NEVER enough magic AUs. I love the paragraph, "When they’d first met, Yukio had assumed Kise was exactly as he seemed -- stupid and spoiled, caring only for his own comforts and drinking in girls’ admiration like it was wine. But he’d been wrong there -- as soon as trouble beset their expedition -- at all sides -- Kise seemed to rise to the occasion. He could be brave as a lion and as strong as one too. Yukio realized quickly that Kaijou would indeed be safe if Kise was its guardian." The way that Kasamatsu sees Kise is soooooo good! I also really love his maturity, especially when he reprimands Kise for using Kaijou in his wager with the other Miracles. Thanks for filling my prompt!!!

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: eating (not disordered)
Other Tags: I tried, wino, but I am a gentle lamb
Word Count: 485 words

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"What is this," he says.

Oikawa has been dating (ugh!!) Ushijima long enough to know that at least some part of this is a something the man is quite proud of. The set of his shoulders and the small lightness to the height of his cheeks lets Oikawa know that he should probably put away the petty irritation that he is not at some ice rink and not at a bakery and not wearing cute gloves under twinkling lights right now.

But Oikawa -- well, Ushijima has been dating Oikawa long enough to probably expect that this won't happen.

"My heart," Ushijima says, with some satisfaction.

Oikawa rubs at his face like it's dried glue on his fingers, and any second now it'll start balling up in little grey globs and he can move on with his life. "Your heart."

"Yes," he replies, and sits down across from Oikawa with a lumbering grace. "It is the purest cut of muscle, just like your steaks, except there is very little fat. The nature of the meat and its purpose for the cow means it also has no gristle, and no definite grain, which means it is tender regardless of the matter in which you cut it."

Oikawa is very aware of the expression on his face.

"The gravy," Ushijima finishes with the smallest smile, "is to die for."

Oikawa stands up.

"Ushijima Wakatoshi," Oikawa says. "Today is Christmas Eve. All around Japan there are couples, couples just like us, who are dressed in cute clothes, doing cute things. Most of the time, people get each other cake. Cake, Ushijima."

Ushijima blinks.

"Do you not find the meat to your satisfaction?"

Oikawa takes a deep, deep breath and picks up his fork. He barely needs the knife to cut through the dark lump of meat on the plate (although the angle is awkward, cutting from so high from the western-style table), and shoves a hunk of it into his face.

It's incredible.

"Oh my god," Oikawa thinks he would have said, had he been capable of human speech at any point in the next five minutes. Instead, Oikawa is transported to some place within himself where he doesn't even realize his eyes are closed until, embarrassingly, they start to water. A hand is over his face while he chews, which is horrible, because the smell of the meat sort of echoes behind it. Oikawa sits.

Ushijima touches the back of Oikawa's hand.

Oikawa doesn't want to swallow, but at some point the meat just melts. He sits in what feels like mostly a daze before he can even look at Ushijima. "How...?"

"It takes six hours to braise, and to turn and season every hour," Ushijima says, "which is why dinner is regrettably late."

Oikawa's jaw drops (this man), which makes it easier for Ushijima to lift the next bite on his own fork right to Oikawa's mouth.

JJ is totally one of those guys whose voice is just that smidge louder than everyone else's. Thanks, Marks!

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Kita Shinsuke & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: none
Other tags: please excuse some wonky anatomy
Word count: none

this is kind of a love letter to lark's fill above, also i love any opportunity for miyakitamiya

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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

Re: FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, T

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, G

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

Re: FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T

FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

Prompt: Team Grandstand

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, E

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, M

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G