Bonus Round 2: AUs

[referees]

Bonus Round 2: AUs

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


This round is made for exploration of all those "what-if?" scenarios, like "what if my favorite sports anime was actually a spaghetti western?" or "what if everything was the same except everyone was actually a car?"


This round ends at 7PM on June 27 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms.
• An AU could be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [team] didn't win the Inter High in season 1, but [other team] did instead?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g.s pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
• Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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

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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.

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Comments

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Sugawara Koushi & Oikawa Tooru & Akaashi Keiji & Yahaba Shigeru & Shirabu Kenjirou & TOUDOU JINPACHI (Haikyuu!! and Yowamushi Pedal)

AU in which Toudou is a member of the Pretty Setter Squad

(does not need to include all the pretty Haikyuu setters but DOES need Toudou)

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[jeilovesyou]

hhhhhHHHHHHHOLY SHIT

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[putsch]

asahi /& daichi /& sugawara ; haikyuu

hogwarts au where daichi & suga are in slytherin and asahi is their hufflepuff best friend

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T

[hapaxlegomenon]

Word Count: 657
Warnings: Implied sexual behaviour

Suga was sitting in his armchair entirely the wrong way, with his feet sticking up over the top and his head dangling above the floor. He’d been like that for a few minutes, now, and Daichi was just a little bit impressed by the deep vermillion his face had become.

“You know what,” Suga said suddenly, craning his neck awkwardly to stare up at Daichi. “I think it’s about time for a sleepover.”

Daichi sighed, like it was some big inconvenience to him, but he closed and set aside his book and then kneeled on the carpet beside Suga’s head. Suga grinned up at him and pouted his lips out and was rewarded with a quick kiss before being hauled unceremoniously upright.

“His room?”

“Of course.”

Their mutual boyfriend being the only Hufflepuff boy in their year came in very handy sometimes.

As did the fact that the Hufflepuff common room had no real password, and Daichi had bullied Asahi into teaching them the entry knock early on during their first year. Having lived in the castle for the better part of five years now, it was hilariously easy to sneak through the basements to the Hufflepuff rooms, near the kitchens. Suga disappeared briefly to charm some pastries out of the kitchen staff – not that it was a difficult job, they all adored him and his sugar-sweet smile.

When they crawled through the barrel entrance, Asahi was sitting alone in one corner of the Hufflepuff room, glaring at a textbook and looking decidedly stressed out. The young first and second years were giving him a wide berth, eyeing him warily. Daichi snorted – they hadn’t figured out that Asahi was the biggest (literally and metaphorically) softie in the castle.

Suga handed the pastries off to Daichi with a finger to his lips, then crept across the room. There were a few stares and whispers from the younger students, but Asahi was too absorbed in his homework and didn’t notice until Suga yelled and leaped into his lap. He screamed like a banshee and his quill gained impressive altitude as it catapulted across the room. One or two of the little first years shrieked too, and had to be calmed down by one of the sixth-year Hufflepuff prefects. She tried to glare at Daichi – who was, technically, also a prefect, and supposed to be against this sort of thing – but her eyes were crinkled in amusement.

“Sorry Asahi,” Suga said cheerfully, not at all actually sorry, and kissed his cheek to make up for the fright. Asahi was still clutching his chest dramatically, but he blushed a little and leaned his forehead into Suga’s shoulder.

“Why do you always do that,” he groaned, and Suga just laughed and kissed him again.

“Coward,” Daichi sighed from behind, and Asahi jumped again.

“Aw, don’t be mean, Daichi. We have to take care of our favourite glass-hearted Hufflepuff. In fact,” Suga continued, and Asahi gulped at the glint in his eye – “In fact, I think we should go upstairs and, mmm, make up for it. What do you think?” The last few words were whispered into Asahi’s ear, which was turning a progressively darker shade of red.

Asahi’s response was to adjust his grip on Suga’s hips and to stand up. Suga laughed into his neck and wrapped his legs around Asahi’s waist. “I do like it when you do this.”

“I know.”

Daichi rolled his eyes and followed them up the stairs. He made sure the door was locked behind them as Asahi tossed Suga down onto the bed, and then he chucked one of the pastries so that it bounced off of Asahi’s cheek and plopped onto Suga’s stomach.

“Way to kill the mood, Daichi.”

Daichi crossed the room to lick the crumbs and icing off of Asahi’s face. “What was that?” he asked, smug at the flustered expression on Asahi’s face.

Suga grinned. “I like where this is going.”

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Sugawara Koushi/Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!!)

Fire Emblem AU in which Oikawa wants to be manhandled.

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

[ts_smeliot]

Kageyama/Hinata (Haikyuu!)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica AU

Possible mapping of roles:
Hinata -> Madoka
Kageyama -> Homura
Sugawara -> Mami

Re: PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

[blueminuet]

First of all, how dare you...

Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[swiftling]

Kanzaki Miki/Imaizumi/Onoda (& is also acceptable)

Bladerunner/Asimov AU

Imaizumi is a federal investigator sent to question Dr. Kanzaki, who is at the source of rumors saying that she has built a new android unlike anything the world has ever seen before.

[catlarks]

Just set me on fucking fire, why don't you. (please please please I need this please)

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[vellaude]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Noragami AU where Oikawa is a God and Iwachan is Oikawa's Shinki.

FILL: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU; T

[sydlee3]

“Hey, Iwa-chan! We took down another phantom!” The brown haired god smiled, satisfied with his victory.

“I know. I was literally there the whole time, Trashy-Kawa.” His disgruntled dark haired companion deadpanned.

Oikawa pouted, lips downturned in a pitiful expression. “So cold, Iwa-chan! It isn’t everyday that we do something so cool.”

Iwaizumi sighed. “It kind of is. Lord knows this is the only real work you do.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I can play volleyball!”

Iwaizumi smirked. “I wouldn’t exactly call that working.”

“Shhhh, I am doing something that takes effort, so that’s totally work. I work all the time.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile that crawled onto his face.

“Whether or not you actually work aside, where are we going to sleep tonight? You don’t exactly have an apartment or something...”

Oikawa stuck out his tongue in thought. “Hmmm.... I guess we could stay with Tobio-chan!”

Iwaizumi frowned. “We stayed with them a few weeks ago, and you were only allowed to stay because Kageyama foolishly idolizes you, and because Hinata was too kind to refuse-”

Iwaizumi would have kept going, but Oikawa looked like he might actually begin to cry, and Iwaizumi, for all his hard heartedness, didn’t want to see his master crying on the street like a child. “Hey, it’s not a big deal, alright. I’m sure we can find somewhere to stay together.”

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting under a bus stop, with Oikawa’s head pressed into the crook of Iwaizumi’s shoulder. It was a bit uncomfortable, since Oikawa was the taller of the two, but both of them were used to it. It reminded Iwaizumi of the first night he spent with Oikawa Tooru.

It had been cold, extremely so, and Iwaizumi had just transformed back from his shinki form, only to find out that he was dead. Dead, but a good enough person while he was alive to warrant the power to literally turn himself into a sword, and kill the things that go bump in the night. Iwaizumi was in nothing but a light Yukata, barefoot, and stranded in the world with the strange being that was his master.

His first impression of Oikawa was that he was a deadbeat, and he wasn’t half wrong. This teenage god in a teal tracksuit was lazy as all else, and to this day Iwaizumi wasn’t sure why he was even looking for a shinki to begin with, because he honestly didn’t fight all that often. However, he was still a pretty caring guy, and he gotten attached to him pretty quickly. He liked contact, and was almost always hanging over his shoulder or something of the like.

But he was also pretty insecure, and Iwaizumi was still learning to be comfortable with him, even after they joined up, which had been a year ago.

Iwaizumi was jolted out of his reverie when Oikawa shifted, and Iwaizumi felt wet spots on his shirt. “Hey... Hey, Oikawa? Is something wrong?”

Oikawa didn’t move. “It’s fine.”

“If you’re crying, it isn’t fine.”

Oikawa chuckled softly, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I knew you’d keep asking. Funny enough, it’s because of you.”

Iwaizumi froze. “Me? What did I do this time? You know I don’t mean it when I tease you, at least most of the time. Did I do something wrong?”

Oikawa pulled away, sitting up so that he could face Iwaizumi. “No, it’s not that. It’s... When I was on my own, it was lonely, but no one else had to do this with me. It’s not just me anymore, and I haven’t really taken care of you... You had it hard. You don’t remember, but the life you lived before wasn’t.... desirable. It was arguably worse than this. But even through all of that, you were still happy, and caring... you would have had so much. And I... I can’t give you any of it.” Oikawa finished, wiping his eyes again, and sniffling. “It’s pretty pathetic, actually.”

“Hey, Trashy-kawa.”

“Hm?”

“None of that matters now. I don’t remember my past, and I don’t need to. I’m with you now, and... listen close because I’m only saying this once. I don’t mind being with you. I’d even go so far as to say that I like being with you. You care so much that it’s actually suffocating sometimes, but in a good way. And you are kind of pathetic, but at the same time, you’re amazing, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. So no more of this little pity party you’re having. It’s alright.”

Oikawa smiled, one of the few genuine ones that Iwaizumi had seen. “It’s been a year, Iwa-chan. Being a god can make you lose track of time, but I remember every second since you joined me.”

Iwaizumi didn’t really know how to respond that, so instead he moved Oikawa’s head back to it’s original position, head nestled into his shoulder.

They sat like that for a while, neither of them speaking, simply resting in each other’s company, in a cycle that they had come to know. Maybe they’d only been together for a year, but Iwaizumi trusted Oikawa enough to stay with him for the rest of his never ending days.

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Kuroo Testurou/Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!)

AU in which Kuroo and Yachi are siblings and Kuroo helps Yachi bake cookies for a middle school crush.

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[paltita]

jafdashfdahsdfahdfajd

TOO CUTE
I DIE

Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[swiftling]

Suga/Daichi

Youkai AU. Daichi befriends a winged youkai who can turn into a simaenaga at will.

Re: Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[kayable]

SCREECHES

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[putsch]

bokuto/akaashi; haikyuu

regency au with lord bokuto and knight akaashi (bonus points if they desperately want to swap roles with one another)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[daichiis]

god fucking damn it kat

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro & Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!!)

Bad movie night AU

Bonus if HanaMatsu scare IwaOi and Iwa accidentally punches a hole in the wall.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[pastatrap]

tanaka ryuunosuke/kentarou kyoutani (haikyuu)

AN OMEGEVARSE AU BUT THEYRE BOTH OMEGAS AND LIFE IS RUFF

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[putsch]

miashi/abe; oofuri

x-men/mutants au !!!

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou (Haikyuu!!)

"We were going to meet for a blind date at a coffee shop when we both fell in love with our barista" AU

FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T

[cinderellaboy]

no major warnings | 1680 words

There's a really hot barista at the cafe Bokuto's chosen—like, really hot. He's slender and sexy in that totally unfair way where he doesn't even look like he's trying at all, and Bokuto may have accidentally asked what he uses for shampoo because Bokuto's hair has never looked as soft as that.

Picking this cafe? Best and worst decision of Bokuto's recent life.

He aggressively sips at his caramel frappuccino (extra cream, sprinkles) from on the bench along the cafe's back wall, and stares, trying not to be conspicuous. He's probably really conspicuous, but he can't help himself. Dark, wavy, perfectly conditioned hair. Angled eyes with a sharp light in them. The most elegant fingers Bokuto's ever seen—

A shadow blocks his line of sight, and Bokuto nearly cracks the shits before remembering why he's actually at the cafe in the first place.

A blind date.

"Caramel frappuccino?" the shadow says, voice a low purr that kind of stirs Bokuto's dick even without any visuals.

"Uh. Extra cream, sprinkles," Bokuto replies vacantly, looking up. And up. Damn. This guy is tall. Probably as tall as Bokuto, if not taller. Bokuto grins. "Hey, hey, hey~"

"Heyyy. Kuroo Tetsurou," Kuroo says by way of introduction, a grin on his face. "But Sugawara would've told you that."

"Bokuto Kotaro," says Bokuto. He grins a little wider, overtly eyeing Kuroo all the way up and down. "Huh. You look alright. Not as hot as that barista, but not totally bad." Honesty has always been his best policy—no harm in it, right? (There could be harm. There could be significant harm. He doesn't know the first thing about Kuroo Tetsurou; both their cups are still relatively full, and Bokuto's wearing a certain pair of expensive jeans that Konoha once said make his ass look great. But life on the creamy edge is Bokuto's calling.)

Kuroo chuckles. "I'd be offended, but I know what you mean. That guy's practically smoking. Here, move over a lil'. Don't hog the view."

On the plus side, it doesn't look like Kuroo is into violent frappuccino slinging.

Bokuto obligingly shuffles over on the bench, taking his drink with him, and Kuroo folds himself into the vacated space.

"Yeah, this is it," Kuroo says with appreciation, settling back.

"Perv," Bokuto says, just because he can.

Kuroo doesn't even flinch. "Takes one to know one."

"Yeah, well..." Taking another sip of caramel, Bokuto turns contemplative. He glances sidelong at Kuroo before looking back at—well, the barista's nametag says 'Akaashi.' Then it hits him: "Hey, your eyes are kinda similar, y'know? You've both kinda got the dark and slanted look going..."

"Ahh, pretty sure you just insulted him," Kuroo laughs. "But thanks."

Bokuto thumps a fist against the table, at once defensive and offended. "No, I was serious though! You ain't bad looking!"

Kuroo grins, eyes half-lidded and sly. "Oh, I know. Apart from this bedhead. And you ain't so bad yourself. But—" he tips his cup in Akaashi's direction "—that one's definitely in a league of his own."

"Yeah," Bokuto says, sighing, wistful. "You got that right." He goes back to staring in the direction of the front counter and smiles a little. "Days like this I'm pretty glad I'm hella gay."

"I dunno, I'm always pretty glad I'm hella gay," Kuroo says. Pointedly, he nudges Bokuto in the side. "So. Hot baristas notwithstanding, are we on or are we on?"

"Are you horny or are you horny?" Bokuto retorts. Not that he'll admit it aloud to Kuroo's face, but he doesn't really feel like giving up his third row seat at the Akaashi Barista show any time soon. There are too many daydreams he hasn't had yet to leave.

"Hmm~ yeah, well," Kuroo says. "Sugawara seemed pretty sure he knew a guy who needed to get laid, who may or may not've been my type, and I'm pretty sure that guy is you." He grins. "I just wanna test his theory a little. What else are we here for? The conversation?"

"Yeah? The esteemed company, and like... stuff?" Bokuto says, unconvincing. He's... Kuroo's distracting, his tongue doing a thing around the straw of his drink that catches Bokuto's eye and makes a voice in his head yell loudly. Life right now isn't fair. Kuroo's hot. Akaashi's hotter. But Kuroo's here. And willing. And stuff. Stuff. Handwave. "I was talking to him before, y'know," Bokuto manages, before too much of his brainblood decides to go south. He rambles. "Uh. To Akaashi Barista-chan. Told him about you and our date when I was getting my drink 'cause I was pretty excited at the time, but now I think it might've been a mistake 'cause I kinda really wanna ask if he's single too and stuff, like—"

Kuroo hums around his straw. "Well. That's a problem easily solved."

Bokuto stops and blinks a bit. "Wait, huh?"

Kuroo has a look on his face that says he can't believe he has to spell this thing out and yet at the same time has zero shame doing so: "You down with threesomes? 'Cause, y'know, I wouldn't mind seeing some of that action. If Akaashi Barista-chan's game." He tips his cup again.

It occurs to Bokuto suddenly that Sugawara might have actually, in his godlike benevolence, set him up with a genius. He stares Kuroo reverently in the face. "I would be so down for that. I would be the absolute downest."

"Cool," Kuroo says, grinning. "So. While we're waiting for Barista-chan's shift to end, I guess a little conversation wouldn't hurt. Tell me about yourself. Something other than how you're really gay for sleepy-eyed guys."


*

Four hours pass in a flash.

Bokuto's never had much trouble talking to anyone ever, but Kuroo makes conversation exceptionally easy. Bokuto's actually hard-pressed to remember the last guy he knew who didn't shoot him down for making weird names out of words, or talking with his arms flung out like a Boeing.

It's only when the door rattles and Akaashi Barista-chan greets the guy who comes in by name—first name—before the guy disappears into the back room and Akaashi wipes down his hands and dusts off his apron and looks like he's going to leave that Bokuto clatters to his feet, nearly knocking over their table. "Uh—!"

"Think it's time for another drink?" Kuroo says with a lopsided grin, rising to his feet with a little more elegance than Bokuto had. Bokuto frowns.

"Yeah, another. Yeah."


*

Akaashi seems to be expecting them when they approach. Whether this is due to his own observation or because Bokuto (or so he's been told) doesn't have what people call an Indoor Voice, Bokuto isn't sure and doesn't really care. Akaashi's hung up his apron but hasn't left the front of house yet. Bokuto's feeling pretty lucky.

"Can I help you?" Akaashi says. His voice is mild.

"No," Bokuto says. "But yes. Actually, yes. Maybe."

"Uh—do you wanna get coffee after this maybe?" Kuroo cuts in, so totally not smooth.

"No, thank you," Akaashi replies at the same time Bokuto's head kind of explodes.

"Hey, are you stupid? This is a coffee shop. He just drank three straight blacks in four hours this shift!"

Akaashi raises a brow. "You were watching me, Bokuto-san? For four hours?"

Bokuto feels his eyes practically boggle in return. "You know my name?" What manner of celestial blessing could this be? Why? How?! Akaashi Barista-chan knows his name—

"I wrote it on your caramel frappuccino. Extra cream. Sprinkles," Akaashi deadpans. "About four hours ago."

Kuroo grins playfully. "You remembered it though~?"

Akaashi gives the impression of a shrug, noncommittal. "It's an unusual name belonging to an unusual face."

Bokuto doesn't really know what to make of that. "Un... usual... face...?"

Kuroo laughs like an idiot.

Bokuto...

Bokuto feels a little bit broken. He stands there, unsure what to say, dejection sinking in.

Kuroo, at length, wipes fake tears away from his laughter. (They'd better be fake, Bokuto thinks, or might just take back that threesome offer right on the spot—) "So, uh. If you aren't so into coffee after hours..." Kuroo clears his throat. "Anything else you wanna, uh. Do?"

Bokuto's mouth says to Kuroo, unbidden, "Like, do? Like, you?"

"Or you?" Kuroo says back.

Akaashi ignores that little exchange and says instead, perfectly reasonably, "I enjoy darts, bowling, shogi, and casual sex. If the two of you are into any of that."

Bokuto feels his brain short-circuit halfway through what would have been a stinging riposte in Kuroo's direction. "B-bowling," he stutters at Akaashi instead. "I like bowling. And sex."

"Count me in for point four, too," says Kuroo, grinning like the cat who got the proverbial. "Can we get your number?"

Akaashi smiles a ghost of a smile, and Bokuto is slain on the spot. Slain. (The smile is all in Akaashi's eyes and it's beautiful and gorgeous and maybe Kuroo had been right, they don't look anything alike—) "My number? You both already had it." Akaashi taps the bottom of a stack of clear, plastic frappuccino cups on his way into the back room, fingers long and elegant and—gone.

Bokuto blinks. "...wait. What?"

He turns to Kuroo, who stares right back at him. "Where'd you put your cup? I tossed mine out."

Bokuto feels the blood leave his face. "Same though! I didn't see anything on the bottom of it! I didn't!"

Kuroo frowns in consternation. "This is what you get for ordering extra cream."


*

The Owlfather <boku-2-u@docomo.co.jp>
HEY HEY HEY!!!

blackjack <kuroooooo0o@softbank.co.jp>
heyyy~

Akaashi Keiji <akakei@docomo.co.jp>
You boys washed your hands?

blackjack <kuroooooo0o@softbank.co.jp>
oyyy...

The Owlfather <boku-2-u@docomo.co.jp>
OMH U GOULD'VE TOLD US FROM THE START!!!!!

The Owlfather <boku-2-u@docomo.co.jp>
FUCK U AKAASHI!!!

Akaashi Keiji <akakei@docomo.co.jp>
That is the plan, though.

blackjack <kuroooooo0o@softbank.co.jp>
>;)

The Owlfather <boku-2-u@docomo.co.jp>
why r u 2 such assholes :(((

blackjack <kuroooooo0o@softbank.co.jp>
thought u liked holes of the ass variety

Akaashi Keiji <akakei@docomo.co.jp>
Less innuendo, more action. Please.

blackjack <kuroooooo0o@softbank.co.jp>
yessir name your time & place

The Owlfather <boku-2-u@docomo.co.jp>
IM FREE 4 U ALWAYS WHERE R U IM THERE LIKE YESTERDAY

Akaashi Keiji <akakei@docomo.co.jp>
My apartment. T-minus 30min.

The Owlfather <boku-2-u@docomo.co.jp>
MAKE IT 20 Y/Y OK BRB SPRINT PRACTICE

blackjack <kuroooooo0o@softbank.co.jp>
okay bye.

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!)

(Buffy the) Vampire Slayer AU.

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

[ts_smeliot]

Naruko/Imaizumi/Onoda (Yowamushi pedal)

Silicon Valley AU (as in the tech industry, not the sitcom lol) Naruko and Imaizumi's rivalry goes far back, except this time in the world of competitive programming instead of cycling. The OT3 attempt to launch their own startup.

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, T

[psiten]

Sexuality, mild reference to sexism, mild objectification of Onoda. Also references to Homestuck, and lots of cursing.
4,267 words

Working on-site wasn't Naruko's favorite way to code, but it had its perks. Their little start-up's president or recruiter or whatever he was had promised to keep the place stocked with bulk food and soda and hammocks until this thing got off the ground. If that was happening, he could just quit paying rent, forward his mail to this office, and live at his computer -- hence carrying in his box of Nerf weapons and other necessities. He could always get a gym membership if there weren't showers in this place. And hey! It looked like there were! Bonus.

"Nice digs, President."

The bespectacled cutie setting out concept pamphlets at the two workstations (so he must've hired a second coder, but Naruko wasn't worried about having someone to do the grunt work) jumped like he hadn't heard Naruko come in. "Oh, no, no, no, Naruko-kun! I can't think of myself as your boss that way! I really want this to be a partnership, where you're free to express your creativity! I think I'm more like a brand manager than anything else. I'll be taking care of the capital investments and the social-- Oh, but I'm sure you're not worried about that..." Motormouth McSmiles stuck out his hand. "Please, call me Onoda. Onoda is fine!"

"All right, Onoda. Just let me get situated, and I'll start making you a game!"

"Thank you, Naruko-kun!"

"So what platform are we building for first?" he called out, setting his box down by the hammock he planned to claim as his. All he'd need until his support coder showed up (and needed to be put in his or her place) was his machine, which was never far from his backpack, and his coding hat. "I like getting the interface sorted out first so we can play test as we go."

"Platform?" Onoda's eyes were like empty glass bubbles when he turned around. "I didn't know you'd need a platform! About what size, and where? I can probably get materials from the hardware store..." Naruko tried not to laugh too hard. Whatever, he could work with that. He'd just code for iPhone. Everybody wanted to be in the Apple Store. Meanwhile, Onoda was squinting at his hat. "May I ask what you're wearing on your head?"

Pulling off the red helmet, Naruko headed to the drink bar to fill one side with Mountain Dew. "This? It's perfectly designed to stream snacks and drinks, hands-free, while I'm working, so I don't get shit on my shit!" Once the soda side was full of magic yellow elixir, he ran the carafe of hot coffee into the other side. "It's got thermal control to keep hot and cold drinks at ideal pressure and temperature for up to four hours at a time, and I have the liquid spout calibrated to deliver the optimum ratio of Mountain Dew to coffee for perfect flavor, perfect sweetness, perfect temperature mix, and perfect caffeine content! Hot and sweet without being too hot and sweet, you know what I mean?"

"That... seems dangerous. And heavy. Is it really okay for your spine to hold two liters of liquid on your hat?"

"Nobody ever got great code without a little danger and a lot of coffee. Where are the peanuts?" he asked, opening the snack hatch on the back of the helmet.

Their 'brand manager' (seriously, way cuter than his pictures) fussed with his hands, trying to avoid eye contact and not at all avoiding blushing. "I opted not to bring any in the building until we could be sure that no one working here was going to have a peanut allergy. I haven't gotten the health forms back from... well, anyone... so..."

Health forms? Oh, right. That must have been what was in the envelope. Naruko had figured everything he needed to know was in the email, so he hadn't even bothered opening the hardcopy.

"No worries! There's beef jerky! Thanks, by the way." Bite-sized nuggets of sweet (well, salty) teriyaki jerked beef went into the hatch, then he set it on his head and tested the jaw-operated lever to make sure the hat dumped his snacks on his tongue without a problem. Sweet action. "So, who's got the other desk anyways?"

"Well, I put a lot of effort into finding two top programmers who could work on equal footing, so I'm sure you've at least heard of--"

The door opened. A slick dick trying to look corporate with a blazer over his Megaman t-shirt (no doubt carefully chosen to minmax relative obscurity for nerd cred versus recognizability with mundanes so he could mix both ways) laid eyes on him the second he was in the room. "You...!" the bastard growled.

"Imaizumi! What, you upset I stole another choice job from under your nose? Well, get used to it! This ain't no middle school robotics olympics, and I'm not working with piece-of-shit axles that put drag on the wheels anymore!"

"Umm, Naruko-kun, Imaizumi-kun..."

"Steal your job? I'm the one who works here! And I'd like to hear your excuse for taking third in the last Hack-a-Thon. Still claiming it's because your hat was broken?"

"My hat is a valuable time-saving resource!"

"If you can't hack at your best with nothing but a box on the table and your naked ass in the driver's seat, you can't hack at all, Red Bean."

"This coming from you, Hot Shot?! Do you even remember the Bad Santa worm, and who saved your fucking ass?!"

"I had a 104 degree fever!"

"Excuses!"

"Everybody stop!" Onoda screeched. He'd thrown himself bodily between them before they could get close enough to throttle each other, and who would've guessed their self-appointed networking guru could make a face that serious? "I hired you both because you're the best, but if I can't rely on you to work together, I do in fact have a list of other candidates. Aoyagi and Teshima can start tomorrow. But, as I'm sure you know, since even I was able to work it out, they work as a team. If you can't work together, I'm very, very sorry, because I was looking forward to working with both of you, but--"

"It's him or nothing?" Naruko murmured.

Imaizumi's glare glinted. "I'm willing to work with whomever I have to. Even you."

"Yeah, well, I guess it's just a rhythm game. I can code those in my sleep. We'll have this working good enough to get bought out in no time, and then I won't have to look at your face again. Deal?"

"Deal."

They shook on it like civilized people, but Onoda still didn't look happy. He just looked confused. "What do you mean, bought out? I thought I was supposed to get investors to buy in... Am I doing it wrong? And after all that research I did, too!" He looked so innocent. Naruko couldn't bring himself to explain, and it looked like Imaizumi was stuck in the same place.

The two of them shared a glance, and with a nod Imaizumi did the corporate misdirection bullshit he did so well, and Naruko just took a nice, long gulp of Mountain Dew-laced coffee to keep from cracking up. "You know what, Onoda? Let's just take a look at your concept work and start divvying up coding tasks. Then you can look for investors, and that'll all sort itself out."

"Okay!!"

"The concept packets are on paper," Naruko whispered while Onoda wheeled a markerboard out of the corner.

"Paper? Seriously?"

"Yeah. How do you think he even found us?"

"Well, we know he can use email, and he did manage to register a domain. Maybe he just... likes paper?"

"I guess. Oh! That reminds me!" Pointing at the snack table Naruko added, "Onoda won't stock peanuts until you turn in your health form."

"Health form? What health form? I never got a--"

"Snail mail."

"That's what that was?!"

"Yup."

"Wow."

"He's freaking cute, though."

"Don't fuck the boss. It's unprofessional."

"Says you."

~//~

Drinking coffee the old fashioned way -- black, from a sixteen ounce ceramic mug -- Imaizumi tried to ignore Naruko walking in circles around his hammock (he hadn't asked, but as near as he could tell, the tiny oaf was actually living here), ridiculous hat strapped to his head, 3D display visor over his eyes, hand-mounted keypads wrapped around his palms while his fingers twitched out lines of code. Ostentatious bullshit is what all that was, and Imaizumi couldn't believe he had to work in the same office as someone using it. A perfectly serviceable standing desk, ergonomic trackball-keypad, and blue-blocker specs to reduce eyestrain were all anyone really needed. Code was in the wetware, not in the hardware. Besides, being able to step away from the workbench without unhooking oneself from wires and tubes made it easier to reset, get distance.

Not invoke the law of diminishing returns by writing increasingly sloppy code for thirty-six hours straight. This was about excellence, not who finished first. Although he usually finished first anyway because he took enough catnaps to see straight on a regular basis.

And where the hell had this pressure variable been defined anyway?!

"Bean, you've got plimpargset.BLAMMO.var all over the sustain subroutine, and I can't find what it's supposed to be or where the fuck it came from."

"Check the New/Continue."

"Why are you defining core variables in New/Continue?!"

"Umm, I needed it on the sustain, and you were in the opener but not in New/Continue. Duh."

"Yeah, well, your documentation is shit. You could have saved me five minutes by adding that to the variable list with a note." He brought the live list up to the top of his right screen so he'd have it at the ready when his find on New/Continue turned up the definition. And people wondered why he hated working anywhere near this elephant's anus or his ratty-ass code. Who cared if he could make some functions work in twelve lines that a mundane programmer would need a hundred to pull off? None of it was elegant, none of it was adaptable, and none of it was ever documented.

The redhead made a noise like a sick goat. "Variable lists are for wusses."

"And collaborators!"

"Come on, Hot Shot! You've got to learn to feel the--"

"Whatever. You're an ass. I'm moving it to the opener and documenting it in the variable list so when you inevitably forget what it was supposed to do, you're welcome."

"You're welcome to s--"

That lovely sentiment got cut short by Onoda bursting through the door in a ray of sunshine. "I did it! I got an investor for $4.5 million to cover you guys! And, and, and advertising, and booth fees at the expo, and..." Apparently out of words, he threw his hands over his head and glowed. "We have actual money!"

Twitching his 'save file' key combo (at least he did that much), Naruko dropped his visor from his eyes. "That's awesome! So, we can actually hire an artist? 'Cause once we get to fine-tuning, we're gonna need the actual art..."

Onoda's glasses wiped over with blank shine. "You mean, you guys don't just..." Miming typing in the air in front of him, he asked, "You know?"

"No," Imaizumi answered. "We don't code art."

"Well, my code is art..." Naruko sassed. The desire to stuff gym socks in his mouth was strong. Very, very strong.

"But we don't code drawings. Somebody's got to make the graphics. The expo application is due in three weeks, and we won't do too well with nothing but plain blue circles."

"... Oh."

Naruko dropped an arm around Onoda's shoulder, mussing his hair with the other hand (now free of their keypad attachments). "But hey! You got money, that's great! Artists work for money. How'd you convince our lucky, lucky angel to fork it over anyway?"

"It was nothing, really!" The same old sheepish smiles came back, their boss's honest giddiness that he was working in something as 'cool' as the gaming industry coming back full force, and Imaizumi had to tell himself he was staring because it was good policy to pay attention to the boss, and not because he was distracted by the way the air seemed to sparkle around Onoda when he laughed. "The VC practically convinced himself! He said he was overjoyed to support a game that would increase literacy among children!"

And there was that chill in the air again.

"Increase literacy?" Imaizumi asked.

Naruko followed with, "Isn't this just a rhythm game?"

"Well, it was, yes... I mean, that was the plan, but like I said, the VC... practically convinced himself. And I just, I guess... didn't have the heart to tell him that wasn't what we were doing? Kind of?" He was blushing while he said it, too. Most bosses didn't have the decency to be embarrassed when they changed specs that completely. "But how hard would it be, really, to just... put some words in there?"

Imaizumi took off his blue blockers and dropped his face into his hand. "Just put some words in? Just put some words in?!"

"Is it more than that?"

(continued in next comment)

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Kuroo Tetsurou/Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu!!)

AU where Bokuto and Kuroo are kpop idols and Kuroo never wears a shirt on live stages.

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[auber_jean]

i did not know how much i needed this

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

hanamaki takahiro &/ oikawa tooru (can include the rest of seijou), haikyuu!!

au where it is halloween horror night and oihana decide to go to a haunted house...

[swiftling]

oh my fucking god I can't. I can't

[putsch]

kou &/ riko; free & knb

we're both trainers at the gym competing to work with the best regulars and i will win SO HELP ME au

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[pastatrap]

tanaka ryuunosuke/nishinoy yuu (haikyuu)

lizard youtuber AU.

HEAR ME OUT.... they both posts videos of their lizards on youtube and this leads somewhere. thanks in advance

FOR INSPIRATION I OFFER THIS VIDEO (tanaka and his son pepperonie....)

FILL: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, T

[snuggy4589]

words: 627

It all started with an innocent comment, really. Noya just thought this guy's lizard was adorable. He'd posted a video of him singing and feeding Pepperonie a birthday meal, so Noya commented, "wow what a cute lil guy! he's bigger than mine!" It was a passing thought, not something he wanted to lead anywhere.

Soon enough, though, the guy was commenting back, "woah seriously? nice! pepperonie would be proud!!!"

They chatted some more, occasionally posting videos for each other and updating each other on their lizards lives. Noya still didn't think much of it, other than giving Asa some time in the limelight. One video really got Noya's attention, though. The other boy had taken his lizard for a walk, and the surroundings were familiar. He lived in the same town. What were the chances of that? It had to be fate. Noya immediately asked for his number and planned for them to meet up.

A lizard play date wasn't exactly a common thing, so when Noya left his house with Asa in his travelling cage, he was pretty excited. He practically hopped all the way to the park, immediately spreading out the blanket he'd brought. Tanaka was supposed to bring the small fencing to keep them in, and they'd both brought food for their beloved scaly friends. While he was waiting, Noya plopped down on the blanket and pulled Asa out of his cage. "Alright, today's a big day. I want you to be nice and make friends, alright? No more of that cowardly attitude of yours." He gently tapped Asa on the head and grinned. "And most importantly, have fun."

Noya tilted his head when he heard some familiar singing. Wow, it really wasn't just for the videos. That was kind of adorable. When he spotted the other boy he nearly lost his cool. He was the most attractive motherfucker he'd ever seen. "Tanaka?"

The other boy grinned excitedly and waved, hurrying over and setting Pepperonie down next to him. "Hey! Nishinoya, right? Hah, wow I definitely wasn't expecting such a wild appearance." He got to work setting the gate up in the grass, carefully pulling Pepperonie out of his cage and setting him inside once it was in place. "How's little Asa doing?"

Noya chuckled and carefully placed his lizard in the make-shift pen, next to Pepperonie. "I think he pumped himself up for today, he was eating lots of greens before we left."

Tanaka grinned and looked him over. "What about you, were you excited for today?"

Noya sat up a bit straighter. "Maybe. All I can say is, I definitely wasn't expecting you to be this hot."

"Would it be weird to make out in front of the lizards?"

"I mean... They're running around having a good time, I don't see why we can't, too."

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio & Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi & Sugawara Koushi (Haikyuu!!)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part III Stardust Crusaders AU in which Hinata is literally Polnareff fighting an enemy stand every time he goes to the bathroom.

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[putsch]

NO MY GOD IM GOING TO SCREA M BOOKMARKS THIS.... YELLS THRU THE NIGHT.........

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, haikyuu!!

ten count au. warning for anyone unfamiliar with the source material that there is a lot of dubious consent (and possible abuse?).

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[dynamite]

THIS IS SO..... TERRIBLE

(tucks it away for later)

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[iwaizumis]

sousuke/makoto

"you asked me to the store with you and your child/niece/nephew, and now my distant relative we met thinks i'm married with a baby" au? (':

FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, Teen

[jtchibifan]

Warnings: light swearing
Word Count: 1095

The noise of the busy market assaulted Sousuke’s ears as he grabbed a shopping cart, only to have it ripped from him by small hands. He sighed wearily. What had he gotten himself into? He glanced over to the other boy, whose green eyes were directed at the boy and girl, finger wagging as he reprimanded them for their rudeness. The sad looks on their faces had Sousuke cringing and he turned away. He was terrible with children.

Makoto sighed and turned to Sousuke, who had pointedly looked away from them as the children were scolded.

“Thank you for coming with me, Yamazaki-kun. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t able to help me with the twins. They can be… quite a handful.”

Sousuke glanced over to the twins, Ran and Ren if he recalled their names right, arguing over who could push the basket, then back to Makoto. A sharp blush of embarrassment was clearly evident on his handsome face over his sibling’s antics.

Sousuke shrugged and rubbed the back of his head in, feeling slightly embarrassed himself, though for what reason was unclear, even to him.

“It’s no trouble, I guess. I wasn’t really doing anything anyways. And please, just call me Sousuke.”

And it was true. Sousuke had been wandering the town bored out of his mind. Rin had gone home, something about visiting his family and his mom nagging him. Sousuke knew though that he was missing them, too, so he had shrugged and left it alone.

He had spotted Makoto running around chasing two small children, seemingly trying to wrangle them as they fled from his clutches. Out of the goodness of his heart (and maybe to kill the nagging boredom of the day) he jogged over and asked if he needed a hand. Makoto had seemed surprised to see him and slightly apprehensive. After all, they didn’t really know each other all that well, but glancing back to the two kids hiding behind a tree, Makoto gave in and together they caught both with surprising ease.

Makoto had apparently been going to the store to pick up a few things for his mother and his siblings had begged him to come along. It was obvious to Sousuke that they had poor Makoto wrapped around their fingers.

“Well, thank you all the same. Now I’m sure our shopping trip will go much faster than usual.”

The smile Makoto bestowed upon Sousuke was blinding and the rapid-fire pounding of his heart it caused was more than he wanted to deal with.

Makoto took the basket from Ran and Ren, effectively ending the argument, and preceded to enter the store. The two children followed like little ducks, pulling on the back of his shirt and looking around at all the merchandise, their incessant talking so fast that Sousuke could barely believe the noise was coming from these small little creatures. And yet, he fought the smile that he could feel creeping up from the image of the two clinging to Makoto like their mother and followed them in.

Makoto weaved through the aisles of the store picking up the necessities on the list his parents had given him. The trip itself wasn’t as horrible as he initially thought it would be. Ren and Ran seemed more subdued than usual, possibly by the towering stranger that seemed to be joining them for their shopping trip. Makoto was grateful for the reprieve. He didn’t know if he’d be able to deal with another shouting tantrum like last time. Plus, it was nice to shop with someone his own age for once. He chanced a look at Sousuke, who was trying to look busy by reading the back of a package of soup, before smiling and continuing down the aisle.

A sudden voice broke through the group’s shopping trip as large, towering man walked up to them. His hand was up as if waving and he had a large grin on his face. The twins immediately hid behind Makoto, the man’s large stature and booming voice enough to scare them. Makoto himself found his heart beating in adrenaline as the large man approached them. Makoto glanced at Sousuke, who’s face held unadulterated surprise.

“Ah… uncle?”

Uncle? Ah. Makoto relaxed a bit. So, Sousuke knew this man.

“Sou! Son, how are you? Shoulder treating you alright?”

The man clapped a hand onto Sousuke’s left shoulder, the sound making Makoto wince slightly. He glanced to Sousuke again as the stoic boy responded to the man, his uncle.

“Doing fine I guess. Just doing a bit of shopping. Ah, uncle this is Makoto. Makoto, this is my uncle, Hotaka.”

Makoto smiled and bowed slightly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yamazaki-san.”

The man, Hotaka, laughed and bowed just the same.

“Ahhh, Sou, your partner is very formal. Please, just call me Hotaka.”

The word “partner” caused both boys to perk up. Makoto made a small noise of surprise as Sousuke felt the blush from the thought creeping up the back of his neck. Partner? Is… that what they looked like?

“Partner? Uncle, I think you’re mistaken.”

Hotaka smiled and looked between the two boys knowingly. He let out a bellowing laugh, causing some of the other shoppers to glance over to the group in the aisle before continuing on their way. Sousuke looked mildly disturbed as his uncle wiped a small tear before calming down and giving a wink.

“Sou, my boy, I saw you when you guys came in. You had the look. The Yamazaki look. All the men in our family use it when they’re around the people they adore the most." He waved a hand slightly, continuing, "It’s no big deal, you know. And are these two children yours as well.”

Sousuke and Makoto were beet red as they glanced at each other before looking back at Hotaka as he tried to get a better look at the twins hiding behind Makoto.

“Heh, shy are they? A bit older looking for you guys, but they seem to be close.”

Sousuke stuttered, barely able to form words as he tried to refute what his uncle was saying. He and Makoto, they weren’t together! His uncle waved him off again as he tried to deny the accusations.

“How could you get married without telling me or Aunty, boy? AH, eloped did we? You’ll have to tell me all about it next time I see you. Well then, I won’t bother you guys anymore. I can see I’m embarrassing your husband. It was good meeting you, Makoto-san. Sou, Aunty will be very sad to hear she missed a wedding you know.”

With that he walked off from the same direction he came leaving both stunned boys red-faced and embarrassed. Sousuke dared a glance to Makoto, who looked about ready to melt into the floor, before he brought a hand up to his face and groaned. Uncle Taka was shit at keeping his mouth shut about anything, even if it wasn’t true.

The next family reunion was going to be hell.

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

karasuno team & hakone team, haikyuu!! & yowamushi pedal

shrek forever after au where karasuno are the ogres and hakone are the ones led by rumpelstiltskin.

it ain't ogre... 'til it's ogre.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[bisharp]

STOP

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Kanzaki Miki/Matsuoka Kou (Yowamushi Pedal & Free!)

AU where ywpd and Free! take place in the same 'verse. Miki and Kou start out as cute manager friends who meet up and talk about sports/team stuff/muscles/how silly boy athletes can be and end up as cute manager girlfriends :3c

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[parasolghost]

Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

EENCHANTED AU