Bonus Round 1: Quotes

[referees]

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
  • Example: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
  • The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
• You cannot fill your team's prompts or your own prompts.

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)

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, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

SCORING

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Fills 4-10: 10 points each
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Comments

Re: FILL: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU, PG

[intricacies]

NARUKO LOOKS SO UNHAPPY... LMAO... POOR JELLYBEAN...

thank you so much for this fill omfg i wasn't expecting anyone to actually fill this!! izumida's blushing/sweating face was such a nice touch (and fukutomi... do you not see anything wrong with this at all...) THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN I LAUGHED ;;;;

[intricacies]

B)))))

Re: FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T.

[intricacies]

ahhh i'm glad you liked it! :)

FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[swiftling]

no major content tags
460 words

[ I'm really glad these aren't anon because you would figure out this was me in 0.00001 seconds ]

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She's beautiful in the light from the window.

You have a photo of her like this, taken when she wasn't paying attention. Eli demanded you delete it but you refused with your phone held close to your heart, laughing.

By traditional standards it's not a good photo; it's blurry and the lighting is all wrong. You like imperfect things, though, and to you it makes Eli seem transient, as fragile as she always seems to you.

When she walks down the hall, the crowd parts before her, eyes lingering on her blond hair and blue eyes, on how she stands nearly a head taller than everyone else. The whispers that rise on either side are admiring, but they're still whispers either way; no one has the bravery to address the school council president directly. As you follow in her wake, you're sure she's imagining her grandmother walking through the same halls, but she's never told anyone about her pedigree. No one knows that she belongs here more than anyone else, except for you.

When she looks out the window you know she's looking out at the courtyard and the student body, thinking about the school's legacy. She's watching the students now and thinking about what can be done to improve their lives. But when they try to invite her to walk home with them from school, she always refuses, citing student council duties. She stays up here in the council room until the teachers lock up for the night, and only comes down when everyone else is gone but the two of you.

You watch Eli, and Eli watches everyone else.

Out of everyone in this school, it's Eli who deserves the most happiness, you think, instead of a life in self-imposed silence. You can't do a lot. You're a quiet person yourself, prone to observation as much as she is. But you can place a suggestions box outside the school council room so that people have a chance to voice their opinions so Eli can hear them; but you can walk her home every day and listen to her talk about the latest new discovery she's made about living in Japan; but you can ease her workload so that on most days, she can go home before the sun fully sets.

"Eli," you call out gently, and smile when she turns to look at you. "Let's go home. I found a new shop yesterday that makes parfaits."

She smiles back and nods. As she steps away from the window, the fading sunlight slides across her shoulders, catches honey highlights in her hair. You reach out for her hand and feel your cheeks warm when she twines your fingers in yours.

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[araakita]

Warnings: Mentions of death

3408 words (I lost all control, but this prompt was so great, so I hope I did it justice!!)

i.

The last thing Manami remembers about his life before this one is darkness. There’s a tiny flicker of light, but that moment of brightness is soon extinguished as quickly as it appeared.

For what feels like an eternity after that, darkness, loneliness is all he knows. It’s then that he’s able to piece together what had happened. Death.

It really is an unexplainable thing, and suddenly it makes sense as to why people make it out to be such a taboo.

Even though death itself is a memory he’d rather keep out, would rather shine a light on to keep the cold and darkness away forever, it stays with him. He lives it, and for however long it was—maybe only a minute, maybe hours, maybe days or even years—he thinks that this is all that will come after is this inescapable darkness, being alone and unhappy.

But he’s wrong. Instead of being stuck there or moving onto whatever comes next like most people expect, something even more unexplainable happens: staying in this world, no longer alive, but dead.

Manami Sangaku is a ghost. He’s not normal, and doesn’t think that he ever really has been, though, even when he was alive and human, made of flesh and bone. Always a sickly child, he never really had been able to live his life to the fullest, had always been lonely and searching for something to make him feel more alive.

Ironic, that when he had thought he found it in cycling, in climbing hills and feeling his heart pump and adrenaline overpower everything else, he died anyway.

(Sometimes they say that happiness has an effect on what happens to you after death. That if you die happy, you move on; that if you die feeling empty or sad or scared, you don’t always get so lucky.)

Maybe that’s why he’s not entirely existent, not fully part of neither one world nor the next. But if that’s the reason, then he wants to find happiness. He wants to feel alive again, part of something rather than just a shadow, a silhouette cast on a world that he’s not entirely sure he can or will be part of again.

ii.

Manami first meets Toudou Jinpachi in an online chatroom about cycling.

After a childhood filled with videogames he doesn’t like, he vows not to play them again, turning to the internet instead to entertain himself. Or maybe just to try and relive any feelings of feeling alive through riding a bicycle since he can no longer do that.

Normally, he wouldn’t make contact with anyone on there, would just browse through pages and videos. But something about Toudou’s posts on the website catch his attention.

In them, he finds someone who he relates to, someone he comes to respect and admire. So he responds to them, not expecting much out of it, but secretly hoping for something.

Toudou does respond to him, though, and strikes up conversation between them, a back and forth about cycling, which they quickly bond over. Toudou’s stories and explanations make Manami smile and remember his own experiences, not with bitterness that he can’t have them anymore, but with fondness as the familiar feeling he felt when he lived through them comes back to him.

Toudou is easy to talk to, fun. He’s enthusiastic, maybe a little overdramatic, but talking to him makes a slowly passing eternity of loneliness feel like it doesn’t exist anymore. Manami smiles when he reads Toudou’s responses, laughs at jokes passed between them, appreciates that Toudou loves cycling and climbing as much as Manami does.

Their chats that had been initially about cycling and climbing become more than just that. Manami learns about Toudou’s life, hears all about his friends, his likes and dislikes, his goals, his dreams.

Manami tells him about his life too, leaving out the being a ghost part, of course. That could get awkward very quickly, so he never makes any mention of it, doesn’t want to lose Toudou, the first one who makes him feel something again ever since he did die, over that.

Brief conversations turn to longer ones. They lead to exchanging of emails for weeks, and eventual skype messages and calls.

Manami feels different when he talks to Toudou, feels happier than he has ever since he died. Sometimes, he forgets that he’s not really part of this world in the first place. Talking with Toudou is like an escape from the reality of the situation he’s quite literally stuck in, is a relief from thinking about that.

Sometimes, he thinks he feels more alive than he did when he actually was.

iii.

The first time they try something different, an actual video call where they’ll be able to see each other face-to-face, Manami is so excited his hands shake when he logs onto his laptop. Sometimes when he gets too excited, he flits in and out of existence, parts of his body disappearing all together for a short period of time.

(Once, when he had talked to Toudou his hand disappeared for over an hour until it finally materialized back to its normal there, but not able to touch or feel, state of being.)

He makes sure to control the excitement and racing of his heart, though, because Toudou seeing his limbs disappear probably isn’t the best thing that could happen. But he can’t help the bright smile, impossible to hold back when he sees Toudou’s face on his computer screen, the other leaning back against the headboard of his bed.

“Hi Toudou-san!” he says cheerfully waving at him. “It’s nice to see you.”

“Manami.” Toudou is frowning at him. “You look really pale. Are you eating properly? And sleeping well?”

He laughs, waving his hand a little, lying with a smile on his face. “Yes, yes. I’m fine. It’s probably just the lighting of the computer.” He quickly switches the subject. “I’m happy to see you.”

The smile on Toudou’s lips is breathtakingly beautiful. If his heart was still beating, Manami thinks it’d be racing like he’d just ridden his bike for miles. “It’s nice to finally see you too, Manami.”

…

Manami has never been in love before, and he never thought he’d understand the feelings that people would always go on and on about—falling in love with someone, feeling your heart pound, your hands sweat, anticipation and desire coursing through you.

Manami can’t physically feel any of those things, hasn’t been able to since his heart stopped beating. But when Toudou sends him even the simplest message, something as small as talking about his day or asking Manami about his own, he thinks he knows what those physical feelings may be like. He wants to feel them.

He thinks that maybe he’s fallen in love with Toudou Jinpachi.

…
One night, after months of corresponding like this, they spend hours on call just talking. Manami doesn’t even really remember everything they say, just knows that it feels natural and comfortable to be like this. That he feels real again, alive.

Toudou’s voice is laced with sleep as he continues to tell a story about something that happened at school that day with his friends. Pauses and yawns are much more frequent and break up the words, but Manami still enjoys listening to him talk anyway, hangs onto every word he says.

“Hey, Toudou-san,” he murmurs after there is a longer pause than usual.

“Hmm?”

A surge of bravery overcomes him in that moment, and maybe he’ll regret saying this later, but it’s something he wants to. Something he can’t hold back. “I think I love you.”

“Mmm, yeah, I love…” There’s a pause, and then rustling in the background, like Toudou is suddenly moving. “Manami! You can’t just say that when someone is half-asleep! What kind of way to be romantic is that?!”

He laughs. “Um… sorry?”

“I can’t believe you!” Toudou suddenly sounds very awake, but after a moment his voice gets quieter. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. I love you too.”

This, this feels better than anything he’s ever felt before.

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU (CONTINUED), T

[araakita]

iv.

I want to meet you.

They’re five simple words that would probably make most people happy, but are something Manami fears. Every time Toudou has brought it up, Manami has just brushed it off. Except now he’s serious. Really does want to meet him.

And Manami would like nothing more than that. Would love to meet Toudou in person, see him and talk with him face-to-face instead of just typed messages or video calls over a computer screen.

But doing that would mean Toudou would find out about him, would know that he’s not human, not alive.

And why would he want to be with someone like that? Why would he want to love someone that doesn’t exist and could even disappear?

He’s afraid to throw away any happiness or that exhilarating feeling that he hasn’t felt in so long away. He doesn’t want to. Meeting can risk that, and even if it’s something he wants more than anything, he knows that reaching for that could send everything he wants and has obtained since death crashing down in one instant.

His reply is vague, but he’s not sure what else to say:

I’m not sure that I can.

Why not? Don’t you want to?

Yes, but it’s complicated…

They go back and forth about it for a little bit until Manami finally logs off, so he can think of something more concrete to say. Either a better excuse or an explanation. He has to make some sort of decision, and soon.

…

“Still daydreaming, Sangaku?”

“Ah, sorry, class rep.” Manami smiles at her, pushing his closed laptop aside. “You know me.”

“I do.” Miyahara’s smile is not sad, not like it used to be when they first conversed like this after his death. And there’s no longer a look of disbelief in her eyes or the musings that she must be dreaming when they talk like they had when they were children—her on the balcony, him sitting on his bed. They’ve both grown used to this, and besides him no longer being alive and completely there physically, she can still see him and speak with him. Just like always.

After a moment of silence, she sighs softly. “You look like you do whenever you’d be thinking about bicycles in class.”

“Ah… I was just thinking about something that came up.” He rubs the back of his head a little sheepishly.

“Is this about your friend online? That boy you told me about?”

It’s a little surprising that she knew that. He hadn’t been expecting her to. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I’ve only ever seen that look on your face when you’re thinking about bicycles or him.”

The words really aren’t surprising because Manami knows that Toudou makes him feel the most alive, the happiest he has since he was living and able to ride a bicycle, but the fact that she notices it does surprise him for a moment. Maybe it really isn’t so surprising, though. Miyahara has been his only friend when he’s had no one, probably understands him better than most people do, even now.

It’s nice to have someone there, to not be alone.

“He wants to meet,” Manami says softly after a moment. “But I’m not sure how to explain this… or me.”

“You want to meet him, don’t you?” Miyahara rests her hands on her hips, leaning forward a little. “That would make you happy, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes. But I’m not sure—”

“The Sangaku I know is never afraid to try something,” she says softly. “You always face whatever it is head on. Remember when you rode that bicycle for the first time?”

He looks at the ceiling, illuminated by the setting sun, a little fondly as he thinks of the memory. The feeling in his chest back then, the way he felt truly alive for the first time in his life—it’s unforgettable. And he had worked to feel that same way again, to get better and obtain that kind of happiness. He had vowed to back then.

“Yeah, that was fun.” He smiles, suddenly feeling nostalgic. “I wish we could have ridden together again. I wanted to beat you.”

She laughs a little, a fond one. “You would have. I know it.” A pause. “You’ve always been so far ahead of me, after all.”

He opens his mouth to respond, but she continues quickly, hands gripping the railing of the balcony tightly as she leans forward. “Chase after what you want, Sangaku. Go after that feeling, even if it means doing something that’s difficult or you’re afraid of. You deserve it, and I’ll be angry if you hold yourself back!”

Manami laughs, standing up and moving to the window. The space between them isn’t that much, enough that he can easily get over there.

She jumps in surprise when he’s suddenly next to her, sitting on the railing. “Sangaku—!”

“Thanks, class rep.” He smiles, reaches down and touches her hand. Even though neither can feel the normal sensation of a human touch shared between them, he knows she’ll understand what he means. “And you’re really not far behind me at all. You never have been.”

She pushes up her glasses, cheeks a little red. “I can never tell what you mean, Manami Sangaku.”

“Thanks.” He leans back from his seat on the railing, hanging from it upside down as he looks up at her. “Thanks for everything.”

“You make it sound like goodbye.” Out of habit, she reaches out to pull him up, even though her touch will pass right through him. “And don’t hang from there!”

A quiet laugh before he sits back up again. “It’s never goodbye, you know. Even if I do disappear.”

“I’ll catch you, one day,” she says in a determined voice, one he’s grown so used to in the years they’ve grown up together.

“I’m the one who has to catch you, remember?”

“I won’t forgive you if you don’t, then.” She smiles again, leans a little closer to him. “Go after what you want. Be happy.”

He smiles back, leans closer too. “I will.”

…

Later that night, he sees that Toudou has sent him a message.

Hey, Manami, if you don’t want to meet yet, that’s okay. I’m happy just talking to you like this until you’re ready.

After a moment, he replies:

It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s something else…

What?

He hesitates for a moment, knowing that he has to say it, that he wants to, but still is afraid of how Toudou will respond if he just says it outright. I’m not who you think I am.

Toudou’s reply comes a little slower than usual. Oh, so you’ve been lying to me over the internet? Ohh. scary. Also, not unheard of. So, what’s the big secret? Your name? Your age? Don’t want to tell me where you live or something?

It would be easy to lie. Easy to continue this and remain the way they have been. To stay back and feel only remnants of that feeling of being alive instead of reaching to experience it fully rather than go after it again.

But he thinks of Miyahara’s words, what she said about being happy. Truly happy. And maybe trying to reach that means that Toudou will want to avoid him and he’ll go back to being stagnant and alone and lonely like had had before. Maybe it even means he’ll eventually disappear if he finally does get that. But trying is what matters. He has to push forward. He has to try.

I’m dead.

Nice joke!!

It’s not a joke. I died a while ago. I’m a ghost.

He pauses, considers waiting for Toudou’s response, but just ends up typing another quick message and then closes the laptop immediately after, too afraid to look at what Toudou will say right away. I’m sorry for lying to you for so long.

…

Later, he gathers up the courage to check for a response, and sees that Toudou has sent him a few messages back.

Hey.

Hey, Sangaku.

I’m not mad, if you’re wondering. I don’t really understand, though, so it would be nice if you didn’t leave someone hanging and get offline after a revelation like that. It’s pretty rude, you know!

You don’t have to worry. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything.

I still like you…


I still love you.

I’m online if you want to talk. Whenever you’re ready, okay?

…

He logs back onto skype soon after reading the messages. Toudou is online, just as promised, even though it’s late at night by now.

He presses the call button, and waits, figuring that actually talking about this would be better than instant messaging. After a moment, the call connects, and Toudou’s face is on the screen. His hair is slightly mused, probably from sleep, and his eyes look tired. But his face seems to light up when he sees Manami, the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. ‘I’m not who you think I am’!” Toudou laughs a little at his own joke, sounding a little sleepy still. It makes Manami smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too.”

Toudou hums softly, as if he’s agreeing with Manami’s words. “So, you ready to explain?”

“Yes, but I don’t really know where to start…”

Toudou shifts on his bed, and pushes his bangs off of his face. “Wherever you need to. I’m listening. I’m here.”

The words are both encouraging and a little terrifying. “Okay. Thanks, Toudou-san.”

And after a moment of comfortable silence that he uses to find his words, Manami finally explains the truth to him.

…

Tomorrow, then?

Okay… but Toudou-san, are you really sure…?

If I wasn’t, I’d tell you. You know that.

Okay. Tomorrow, then.

v.

Seeing Toudou, really seeing him for the first time, makes Manami feel the closest to when he did when he was alive than he ever has—if not more so, the joy and adrenaline reverberating through his veins when he catches sight of Toudou walking toward their designated meeting spot.

“You still look pale. It’s definitely not the computer lighting’s fault. Liar.” Toudou smiles, although looks a little unsure of what to do next, lifts his hand and then drops it. “I’m happy to see you, though.”

“Me too.” Manami smiles, bright and genuine, the happiness he feels overwhelming.
“Whoa, you’re fading a little!”

“Oh…” He looks down at where his hands and wrists have become a little less visible than the rest of him, more transparent. “Yeah, that happens when I get excited or happy sometimes. Sorry.”

Toudou laughs. “No, it’s cute.”

They’re silent for a moment, just stand there looking at each other. It’s not an uncomfortable silence, not at all. Instead, it feels like this is how it should be. How it’s meant to be.

Manami reaches forward, touches Toudou’s hand, entwines their fingers together like he would if they could share a touch like this for real, where they could both feel it instead of Toudou just feeling cold air brushing against his skin.

“Cold,” Toudou mutters, but smiles at the touch. “Kind of like the wind at the end of fall.”

“I like the wind,” Manami says with a laugh.

Toudou laughs too. “I know.”

After a moment of silence, Manami continues, “Hey, Toudou-san… I’m glad I met you. Thanks for making me feel more alive than I ever have before. Thanks for loving me.”

Even though they’re not really touching, it feels like they are. And the way Toudou is looking at him, the loving and fond look in his eyes, the slight blush on his cheeks makes it feel real. Makes him feel real again.

“Of course. Just don’t go disappearing on me now that I’ve just met you. I wouldn’t forgive you, if you stood me up on a date like that!”

The overwhelming happiness he feels right then is better than anything he’s felt before, and he laughs. “I promise I won’t.”

Maybe being a ghost, stuck between two worlds isn’t something bad after all. Because honestly, he feels just as alive as any living and breathing human would. Maybe even more so.

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[vellaude]

Kamasaki Yasushi/Futakuchi Kenji, Haikyuu!!

In an empty room, I want you
My rough self wants to snatch you away
I imprison you with a dark rhythim

― X.I.P., Cheat Dancer

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[miyukitty]

No major content tags. Poem length: 35 lines
Arata/Chihaya/Taichi (chihayafuru)

Notes: hnnng this is such a good prompt and i didn't really do it justice but i hope you like this anyway ;;

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Wataya Arata is water
A cool and calming presence, quiet with hidden depths of blue,
And the intensity of an undertow
That pulls others beneath the ocean surface when they get too close

Ayase Chihaya is fire
Bright and warm, sparks, burning with vivid red passion
She is a beacon illuminating darkness
Drawing heliotropes from their shadows, singeing their edges

Mashima Taichi is earth
Solid ground for others to stand upon, steadfast and level,
Sharp and unyielding stone when he needs to be, but
Capable of crumbling under the elements

At tournaments they are each a force of nature
Clawing their way to the top with the hopes of meeting each other there
To clash as they are drawn inexorably together by karuta
Three souls in dissonance until they reach balance in the quiet after

When Chihaya kisses Arata
He feels liquid fire rush through his veins
Coruscating with light for her, pure and undying and loyal
Brighter than he can bear to look at

When Taichi kisses Chihaya
She melts into him, kindling the embers
Of his unspoken promises to always be her support
Until they are both immolated by the force of it

When Arata kisses Taichi
He feels a shy, gentle soul yearning for his acceptance
A powerful, crushing soul he fears he will drown in
And waves eroding his defenses until he yields to both

When the closing ceremonies are completed, trophies given, ranks bestowed
Chihaya holds both of their hands in the hotel lobby
Kisses the calluses on their fingers

Aches to be with them, always;
Aches to measure her strength against them, always;
And promises that they will be united again when the next match comes

Always.

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

imaizumi shunsuke/naruko shoukichi, yowamushi pedal

'Cause there's always time for second guesses I don't wanna know
If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I wanna go

— Panic at the Disco, Collar Full

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[necessarian]

aaah it's so cool to find other fans out there! :>

and yeah...... he would. it works so well.... !

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.

DISHONOR ON YOUR ABDOMINALS.

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[dynamite]

this is so precious I'M YELLING (quietly, happily)

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[dynamite]

Between the prompt, which is the most beautiful heartache perfect for T2, and the way they're holding hands, the way they're sleeping facing each other, I'm having so many feelings, they're so perfect ;A; This is so beautiful (and Teshima, the lines of his face, his softness of his smile, ahhhhh truly)

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T

[daystodawn]

IH MY GOOOOOOOOD ITS PERFECT!!!! It's everything I could have hoped for and more!!!!

Tbh, when I posted the prompt I was afraid of the character death and I'm SO HAPPY YOU DID IT THIS WAY all of the tender moment and none of the dead Oikawa.

Also, the way you incorporated the rpg elements into it all was so cool!!!

"Sir Iwa-Chan" that's like the cutest thing. Ahhh oh my gosh. Him grabbing him by his ear. Him NOT LETTING HIM DIE BUT NEEDING HIM TO BE defeated entirely. Ughhhhhh it was so good. A nice mix of dramatic and humor.

Thank you for choosing this prompt, you really did it justice!!!!

FILL: TEAM HINATA SHOUYOU/KOZUME KENMA, G

[giotxt]

No Major Content Warnings

I chose to take this prompt ... very literally.


The boy had been chained to the rock for as long as Hinata could remember. From that first moment of rebellious freedom, that journey into the forbidden, all laughing words and daring voices. They had been told there were monsters, dangerous creatures with deadly powers that would strike them where they stood. But instead they found Him – barely clothed, hair wild and windswept, face downturned. The first sighting had brought whispers, low voices and unsure footsteps. They were close enough to be audible, but the figure, the boy, did not rise. At his wrist and angles were heavy chains of metal, thick and weather worn, held by spikes driven into the rock.

“Who is he?” came the ripple through the crowd. “Why is he there?”
Hinata wondered too, hoped for answers. It was one of the oldest who stepped forward into the silence, voice long and low.
“He’s always been there. For years and years and years.”

A shock of breath, questions of “How long?” met with an upraised hand and a small shake of a head. The speaker, Daichi, answered as he could. “I can’t say exactly. But he was here when my father came to this place, and his father before him. They call him The Boy On The Rock.’

Hinata couldn’t help but feel that a figure so mysterious deserved a better title. A real name, the sort that could be whispered through midnight air, across fading coals.

Now here he was again, dark trees overhead and trodden down earth underfoot, gazing at the rise before him. There had been people to try this before, those who got close enough they could all but reach out and touch the hair that hung in hanks about a face. A not insignificant part of Hinata had thought perhaps he would be gone, vanished into smoke like dreams so often tend to do. And now here he was, close enough to locate the rise of his chest, the softness of his breath.

Heart racing, Hinata took another step forward. And another, and another, until they were almost eye to eye, him hunched on his rock and Hinata standing shakily below it.
“Who – who are you?” he pushed out, words broken and faltering.

He expected little; perhaps the stirring of a hand, a fluttering of eyelashes. Certainly not for the head to lift, the back straighten and the eyelids flick open to reveal eyes as gold as precious metal.
Eyes the colour of ichor. The eyes of a god.

They regarded him blankly, slow blinks occasionally breaking the draw they seemed to hold over him, that power that made him want to step closer when he knew he should run.

“Who are you?” he asked once more, voice stronger, doing his best to meet that hypnotic gaze.

For a few long moments; silence, then a voice so harsh and stilting it was clear it had been an age since it had last been used.

“Once, they called me Prometheus. That name is dead. I am no-one.”

Prometheus – the name struck a cord, a ringing deep within his soul. It was familiar, important – but Hinata knew with a fierce certainty that it was completely new to him.
Those golden eyes seemed to pull the words from him, tumbling over one another in their quest for freedom.

“Why – why are you here?”

His head – Prometheus’ head – tilted, hair momentarily obscuring him from Hinata’s eyes.

“I defied the orders of Zeus.”
Hinata barely had time to register the weight of this statement – disobeyed the orders of Zeus?? – before he continued, the roughness of his tone slowly mellowing to something soft and almost … warm.

“I gave your people a gift. A gift that he had chosen to deny you and ordered us to keep for ourselves.” He raised a thin, sun-darkened arm, fingers stretching as far as the rattling chains would let them, thin fingers brushing against Hinata’s hair.
“The gift of fire. You … you must be descended from her. It’s marked you.”

Self consciously, Hinata raised a hand to his head. He knew his colouring was strange, the bright orange of his hair and the marks across his skin. There was no one else in the village who looked like them; they were unusual, strange.

“Who am I descended from?”
“Her name was Natsu.” He looked almost wistful as he spoke, posture opening and back straightening. “She was as fiery and as beautiful as the month she was named for. I loved her, yet it was the gift I gave her that tore us about. Zeus ordered me to be chained here, to never be able to meet with her again.”

He was gazing at Hinata once again, with eyes deep and dark.
“You look very much like her. Why did you come to me?”

“I –“ the question was far more difficult to answer than it appeared; Hinata himself could not say exactly why. “I was … drawn. I couldn’t help but think of you, I – I felt like I knew you, though we had never truly met.”

There was a gentle curve to the others lips as he considered this, and Hinata couldn’t help but think that – in a way wild and powerful – he looked beautiful.

“The fire burns strongly in you. Perhaps, it is time …” the last words were said almost to himself. He seemed to consider them for a few long moments, before abruptly reaching down and wrenching a single peg that held him, from the rock. The metal, brittle with age and weather, snapped, a clear sound ringing through the air. He repeated this action thrice, as Hinata watched on, heat racing, blood loud in his ears. He knew this was important, a monumental turn of events.

Finally, sharded metal dangling from his wrists, hair blowing across his face, the boy rose to his feet, standing tall as he regarded Hinata gently.

“Will you come with me?” he asked, voice lilting.

Slowly, suddenly, Hinata found himself nodding, breath hitching as he realised just what he was doing. With a soft smile, his companion turned, facing the burning sunset, a fiery silhouette in Hinata’s vision.
“Then come. I will show you wonders.”

Re: FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, G

[giotxt]

AHHHHH !!! this is beautiful oh gosh thank you so much ... its everything i dreamed and more

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, G

[necessarian]

ohhh wow this is so neat! i love how you incorporated the form of the lyrics into this! *_*

PROMPT: Team Tsukishima Kei/ Yamaguchi Tadashi

[daystodawn]

Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei/ Yamaguchi Tadashi/Kuroo Tetsurou
(Haikyuu!!)

"Triangles are my favorite shape
Three points where two lines meet
Toe to toe, back to back, let's go, my love; it's very late
'Til morning comes, let's tessellate"

-Alt J, "Tesselate"

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

aaa thank you!! ;v;

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[shinara]

have u read the book the quote's from? so much worse if u know the context LOL

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E.

[intricacies]

NSFW: smoking, drug usage, sexual content, masturbation, aged up characters; 1346 words.
i have no idea how to write the basketball... or shotgunning... i have tried my b e s t and now i must go back to studying

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03:00

Kise has always been a harbinger of unhealthy habits for Aomine. It’s an irony that’s difficult to miss considering that Kise’s perfect face is plastered all over the magazines that Aomine sees in convenience stores, and yet they’re in the seedy corners of Kabukicho, surrounded by neon lights and worn posters of scantily clad females. Aomine’s eyes naturally wander to the models’ perky breasts behind Kise’s head, partially concealed behind the grey smoke leaving Kise’s lips.

Had it been someone else, Aomine would’ve left immediately; he has better things to do and places to be, perhaps even sleep, but it’s Kise. It’s Kise, so when he sees a finger curl in to draw him closer, Aomine follows, sits himself down on the dirty tiled steps. He sees yellow rise behind a cloak of grey before the smell of burning marijuana comes closer and sinks into his clothes upon Kise seating himself on his lap. His own hand naturally slides down to the small of Kise’s back like choreography engraved in his bones, a dance he’s long memorized with Kise falling naturally in time.



03:04

Kise’s fingers dig into the collar of his button-up, tugging Aomine forward; this is everything Aomine shouldn’t be doing (he’s breaking the law, but he’s always broken things for Kise, like Haizaki’s face), yet he obediently parts his lips to take in the smoke leaving Kise’s lips. He sucks a breath in and lets the fumes settle into his bloodstream, and he’s glad that he’s taken a breath even if it’s a polluted one because Kise leans forward then and gives him a kiss.

Aomine can taste the alcohol between his lips, the hunger that the smoke leaves festering in the bottom of Kise’s gut. He slips his tongue into Kise’s mouth as Kise nips at his lip and holds the joint away with one hand, curling the other into his hair to keep him in place, like Aomine might escape him the instant he lets go.

Aomine’s fingers are the ones tangled in the back of Kise’s shirt as the two of them pull away; they curl tighter when Aomine blinks to try and see clearly underneath a clashing mix of darkness and dim lights. Kise’s face is veiled by the smoke between their bodies and—unsure of whether it’s him or the drugs—Aomine is the one wondering if he’s real.



03:41

An invitation comes in the form of let’s go somewhere alone, Aominecchi, and a certain mischievous glint in Kise's eyes that Aomine's come to know. Kise stands in front of him, crushes the joint beneath his shoes before knotting his fingers around Aomine's wrists to tug him out of a maze of dirty alleyways. Tokyo is lively at night, this neighborhood supposedly a Sleepless Town, fluorescent lights painting colors into a starless sky as they stumble through streets that smell of piss and vomit and sex (like we’ll have soon, Kise giggles into his the crook of his neck when they fall together against a corner once, and Aomine swears he can get drunk just from the alcohol in Kise’s breath diffusing into his skin). He wonders if that’s why Kise’s brought him to a place like this, for the convenience of nearby love hotels where paparazzi won’t be waiting for Kise’s next downfall—but Kise’s always said you’ve ruined me while they kissed in nooks and crannies empty of prying eyes, no one’s seen you like this yet.



03:58

Once the door slams behind them, they make it to the bed. Their limbs overlap each other—Aomine on top of Kise, Kise wrapped around him, (Aomine wrapped around his fingers). Kise grins as he tugs Aomine closer by the tie and that grin presses against Aomine’s lips, makes desire burn in the depths of his limbs like a match to gasoline. Aomine’s practiced hands—with basketball, with Kise—don’t hesitate and he unravels Kise like Kise unravels him.



11:20

It’s a lie that ghosts only haunt at night. When Aomine wakes, he squints at the bright sunlight entering the room in filtered blocks across the bed. He shifts once with a yawn to relax the tension in his back before turning his head to find the other side of the bed empty—typical. Kise’s never stayed long and Aomine’s never woken up early enough to ask, but he can take a guess where Kise’s gone. A model has things to do, places to be, schedules to keep. A police man is always in one place, but Aomine has the day off, so he stays under the itchy sheets to bask in the warmth.

The rest of the bed is pristine, like it’s never been touched. It’s like Kise was almost never there. The only remnants left are the stains on the sheets and the smell of marijuana billowing around the room. Aomine reaches over to the bedside table, where the smoke is coming from, and looks at the joint pressed into the ashtray and the lighter beside it.

Aomine can remember the heat of that body against his, the breathy plea of his name on those lips, and curses to himself.



11:22

He touches himself to memories of Kise last night, imprinted in his mind in hazy dream-like sequences. Sometimes he cannot tell if what he remembers is what’s actually happened, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Like all people who’ve lost someone, Aomine hangs onto what he has left of the absent: visions of Kise’s edges pressed against his and the echo of a moan ringing in his ears.

Aomine squeezes his eyes shut and comes into his hand with a final stroke, a litany of Kise’s name rising from his tongue and disappearing into the smoke.



12:04

Aomine manages to leave the place before they charge him another night’s worth of fees (not worth it, he thinks, I have better places to jerk off). He’s barely put together once he steps out the door, police badge sitting in the pocket of his jeans like an anchor to remind him of the point where his guilt starts.



12:15

He and Kise do this because he wouldn’t go with Kise, go away from Japan, from this place, Aomine muses as he rides the subway back to his apartment.



14:32

Aomine makes it back to his place after a long train ride and a quick meal from a cheap restaurant the next block over. His apartment is still messy from all the times he’s been too lazy to clean up and Satsuki’s refused to do it for him; Aomine has never been poetic himself but Kuroko had visited once and plainly said, it’s like your heart, Aomine-kun.

He runs a hand through his hair, leaves his badge on top of opened bills on the kitchen counter, and goes to settle down in a comfortable armchair that he had once saved up for.



15:07

Aomine doesn’t particularly like smoking despite what everybody else says. There’s no appeal to it, in getting high—he busts kids for doing shit like this all the time, sees how it messes them up.

But Aomine’s life is now a what-could-ve-been with memories of basketball at the forefront of it; he had always been terrible with foresight and basketball had been everything, a foolish idea in hindsight. When he lost that, he had nothing left but to start over with a dream he had shuffled away in childhood. A lot of stupid mistakes—Kise was probably one of them too.

He shrugs it off after thinking about it a few moments too long, then digging out the joint and lighter from his pockets.

He places the edge of the joint between his lips, the aged taste of Kise coating them, before setting the edge aflame.

Re: FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

[tsukinousagis]

THIS IS SO C UT E IM DYING BLESS YOU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[yuitakashii]

i wanna do this damnit.
School and exams should go to hell