Bonus Round 1: Three Words

[sportsfest_mods]

A lot can be said in just three words, and we're challenging you to do just that in this bonus round! From your "I love you"s to your "red, white, blue"s, you'll have just three words to prompt and be prompted.

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This round is now closed!

However, it is perpetually open to new fills!

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Rules

• Submit prompts by commenting any three words of your choosing! This can be a phrase or a list of words. Example:
  • Please don't go
    
  • Morning, flower, kiss
    
  • Past, Present, Future
• Prompts can be in any language as long as you provide an English translation!
  
• Fill prompts by creating fanworks inspired by all three words, or only one or two! The choice is yours.
  
• You cannot earn points by filling your teammate's prompts or your own! (That said, we won't stop you from doing so for fun!)
  
• You must use the prompt/fill headers below, and you cannot leave any line blank!

Format

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
  
• 400px by 400px (art)
  • Traditional art is also allowed with a good quality photo/scan
• 14 lines (poetry)
  
• Playlists - 5 song minimum with artists. Link to either a video playlist, or each song separately. Be sure to warn for content in the music videos, and you may find linking to lyrics helpful. You may also write an explanation of why you chose each song.
  
• Moodboards - 9 photo min, source all photos, and no fanart allowed (unless it's your own)
  
• If you’d like to use a different medium, please contact the mods if you have any questions about minimum requirements.

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If Prompting

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Please use the following subject line for prompt:

Prompt: [Your Team]


• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames or Official Names are both acceptable

Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.

<strong>Ship/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. You must include at least one specific ship/character.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from. Do not write “Any”) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage, or Chose Not to Use Tags, when applicable; Otherwise, write "None".) <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> (Anything you feel requires tagging or mention. Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags on the tags page (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html) as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous, tumblr-style tags.) <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> (Anything you do not want to see in your fills including triggers, squicks, and even minor things like ships you do not like. Please use this space responsibly and not, say, to create crazy limitations for your fillers.) <strong>Prompt:</strong>

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NSFW prompts
All explicitly NSFW prompts must be posted in sf_afterhours in the corresponding Bonus Round post. You can find the After Hours BR1 post here.

If Filling

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Please use the following subject line for your fill:

FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]


• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames and Official Names are both acceptable
  
  
• Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).

Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.

<strong>Title:</strong> (Optional. Titling your work makes it easier to rec during the Rec Round, however, this is not necessary.) <strong>Ship/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. You must include at least one specific ship/character.) <strong>Additional Characters:</strong> (Optional. Any additional characters who are significantly present.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage, or Chose Not to Use Tags, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html) on the tags page as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous tumblr style tags.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") <strong>Remix Permission:</strong> <a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1dL2xqWSMDtUI-SUUkWzBuLiK_VqmcLtGd15T0jT6vG8/edit?usp=sharing">See Permissions Sheet</a> (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks.) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML after the asterisks.)

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NSFW Fills
NSFW Fills must be posted in sf_afterhours. If you are filling an NSFW prompt, you may reply to it normally. If you're filling a SFW prompt with an NSFW fill, post your fill as a reply to the "Fills for SFW Prompts" comment, then cross-link it here.

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Scoring

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual member!

Prompts

• Prompts 1-10: 5 points
  
• Prompts 10+: No points !

Fills

• Fills 1-10: 15 points each
  
• Fills 11-20: 5 points each
  
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Comments

Re: Prompt : Team With the Wind

[hatchbacks]

are you ok with this being about yosen for knb?

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[hatchbacks]

Ship/Character: Haizaki &/ Kagami OR Kise OR Ishida OR Mochizuki OR Aomine OR Murasakibara
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: interpret this however, au or canon timeline or futurefic,
Do Not Wants: ABO, side pairings

Prompt: from the ashes

FILL: Team with the Wind, G

[littlerain]

Title: Starting line
Ship/Character: Haiji/&Hana
Additional Characters: Yuki
Fandom: Kazetsuyo
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Pre-canon
Word Count: 908 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

it's my first time writing something that's not haikyuu haha

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There were no restaurant like this local family business. With less than 10 tables, it was squished between the florist and the bakery. Like many shops here, the owners lived in the second floor, and knew Haiji and Hana. One would say their very positive opinion was biased because of habit, but Haiji truly knew no better barbecue than theirs. A familiar scent of food made with upmost care and skill filled Hana’s hungry lungs.

« Thank you for inviting me ! »

« It’s to celebrate the beginning of your highschool life. »

« And the end of yours ! » cheerfully answered Hana, pulling a slice of beef to her mouth.

From now on Haiji won’t be part of her daily life anymore. The last time they were set apart he graduated from middle school, and the news were too heartbreaking for a ten years old who couldn’t stop crying. Haiji loved this and would tell people about from time to time, only to see Hana’s embarrassed blush.


The shiba was strangely excited at the view of mountains of card boxes. Even though Hana said she came to help, his belongings were obviously too heavy for her. So instead she wandered in the house, Aotake was it ? Given the moist on the wall and the dust at every corner, there was no doubt Haiji would indulge in cleaning this place from top to bottom. From his room, on the first floor, was a splendid view on the owner’s house.

« You came here because of the old man right ? » She was surprisingly well informed. « Dad told me. »

« I want to run again. »

Haiji’s fierce eyes grabbed Hana’s attention. There was no way her vague smile could express how worried she was. Her gaze landed on his injured knee instead, running away from the pressure his stubborn determination conveyed.

« You will », she whispered tenderly. Not even the end of the world would disturb him from his objective, so a high school girl was no match.

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Even with the snow intertwining in her hair, covering her scarf, Hana waited politely outside, as all her calls died unanswered. Little footsteps could be spotted here and there in the front yard but the dog was probably resting somewhere warmer.

« May I help you ? »

Melted snowflakes were beading from their dark straight hair to their glasses.

« I came to see Kiyose Haiji. » declared Hana in awe, unaware someone else was actually living here.

« I see, you must be Katsuta-san. Come in, he’s sick. »

They helped her with the bags of vegetables she carried all the way from her family’s shop.

« Haiji-san, your acquaintance is here. » They shouted through the door, after what they eclipsed as mysteriously as they appeared.

If Haiji wasn’t bed stuck, he would have warned Yuki against letting Hana alone in a kitchen. Not that she would hurt herself or set a fire up. The victims were rather the poor ones who would be tricked into tasting her meals. And Haiji knew it was too late when he waited half an hour in front of the toilets. His apologies were only half convincing due to the muffled laughter.


« I settled here because the rant was low. » latter admitted Yuki.

The tea Hana poured was, fortunately, like any others’ tea. Refreshing at first then gradually bitter.

« But Haiji can’t shut up about running the Ekiden. » A chuckle escaped from both of them.

But if Yuki thought it was only a long running gag he had to bear with, Hana was convinced he would succeed.

« You won’t consider it ? » she pushed.

« Nah no way. And we’re only two, that doesn’t make a team. »

After the hotpot incident Hana never really returned to Aotake. Haiji firmly assured that the doors would always be open but she didn’t want to outstay his welcome.

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The following year, two other people moved in. Haiji was halfway in, Hakone mountain was not as distant as it used to be. Next year, he thought. It became apparent that his time was steadily running low despite the two chances left.

« Do you know where you want to go after ? »

« Kansai ! I can’t see better option. » Her decision seemed absolute so he didn’t bother to dwell on her ends.

« You can look further », he guaranteed. He’ll be fine on his own, he tried to say.

When another spring brought cherry petals at their feet, two more students joined Aotake. What used to be a dusty pension was now a very lively house share, with ups and daily reminders from Haiji that they were, necessarily, going to run the Ekiden. He was nicknamed the Demon but the broken record would fit him as well.

Staring at his own deformed self in the bath water, Haiji was happy they were more, closer to his goal, but still not enough. When he stood up, his doubting reflection vanished in a splash. If he, of all people, wavered, then nobody would catch his falling dreams. Next year, he repeated, lulling himself in this reassuring motive.


But when the final hour came, he reached the starting line.

« Why are you running ? » she wondered.

« I’m about to find out. »

At Hana’s go, they stepped out of their own world and tread on Haiji’s path.

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[buni_emoji]

sdhjgh this is so GOOD. I love the way you went with this where they know but also don't know it's not him and the little hints of Kise like him wearing make-up and checking himself in the mirror and Kise just so happened to have quit school it's fits toghter greatly!

Re: Prompt : Team With the Wind

[hibari1_chan]

Yes, absolutely !!

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[hibari1_chan]

Wow, such a great piece on Kirisaki Dai ichi and on Hanamiya's mindset ! I love that you put it on direct opposition to Rakuzan because they inherently really are very different.
Anyway, I love this team, thank you so much <3
(My babies, off mentally destroying people T^T)

(Sorry for the long time it took me to comment by the way )

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, G

[hibari1_chan]

Feel free to write for them on my shippy posts actually !
And if you want specific tropes you can ask me to prompt them too :3

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[aquinique]

Title: This seat taken?
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu / Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 500
Remix Permission: Yes (See Permissions Sheet)

Entering a new team always meant learning new rules, the written and the unwritten ones. The written ones were actually quite easy, because A) you got them on paper, so there was no guessing involved, and B) because they were usually quite standard, revolving around training regimen, absences and school results. The tricky part were the unwritten rules that you had to figure out, ideally not by crossing them.

So far, Miyuki had observed that you never talked about Azuma’s weight. You also never arrived late to training, unless you were ready for the consequences (learning by doing, you see) and he also learnt that Seido didn’t have fixed seating for the bus rides to away-games, which was good, because he wanted to sit next to Chris, although he was a senpai.

Miyuki ground his teeth. This morning he came to the meeting point a bit late and just when he was eyeing the empty seat next by Chris, Azuma wedged his huge body next to the catcher, claiming the spot for the ride. Miyuki scowled. He was this close.

It was obvious that for some reason, the scary loud guy took liking to Chris, despite Chris being a rather quiet companion: on the ride to the matches, he usually studied his scorebook and on the ride back any book he was currently reading. But he was usually a bit more talkative after scoring a victory, which meant that today, the chances for a talk were good, Miyuki thought and anxiously observed his teammates getting on the bus. He only needed to be quicker.

This time, Chris chose a seat more to the front of the bus and was just settling down, when somebody approached him and Miyuki froze. It was Tanba! How did he get there? Only a moment ago he was behind Miyuki not-talking to Tetsu and now he was by Chris, claiming the neighboring seat for this particularly long ride!

Powerlessly, Miyuki watched as Tanba leaned forward to Chris and he mumbled. “Is this seat taken?”
“It’s free,” Chris said with a smile, hastily collecting some of his stuff temporarily placed on the other seat, when he was trying to settle comfortably. Tanba watched him patiently, despite blocking the whole isle with his tall body and thus stopping all others from getting into the bus. Once Chris finally settled, Tanba mumbled something to him and squeezed onto the neighboring seat with his own things, freeing the isle at last.

Tanba ignored the grumbling teammates passing him, studying his phone instead, however, when Miyuki was pushing by, he glanced up at him and then turned to his seat-companion. “Chris, what did you think of their fork?”

Surprised by the question, Chris closed his book and frowned thoughtfully. “Well, it’s not polished quite yet…”
Moving further, Miyuki didn’t get to hear the rest of the soft-spoken reply and he was sure the two would speak about the game the whole long ride.

He really hated how selfish pitchers were!

FILL: team grandstand, T

[pocket_panda]

Title: Risk
Ship/Character: Kuroo Tetsurou/Daishou Suguru
Additional Characters: Yamaka Mika
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: exes-to-lovers, sort-of angst, self-loathing, spiraling thoughts, brief mention of past unhealthy relationships, brief mention of abuse, haha this kind of hits home and I’m sorry if it does for anyone else, ooc, serial texting, happy ending though, because heck we all know I'm an absolute sap.
Word Count: 2060
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

This has been written for DAYS and just needed editing/formatting but then I ended up going away and my files didn’t transfer properly so sdjqsdqjl BUT HERE YOU GO! It’s a mess and I’m sorry but I Tried

***

Daishou Suguru is sat in the library, shoulders hunched, in the darkest most private corner he can find. If he thought he could get away with it and not look like some creeper and attract unwanted attention, he’d be wearing a hoodie and sunglasses, but he can already hear Mika’s voice in the back of his mind mocking him for even considering that option.

So instead he’s wearing dark clothing and hunching, trying to look as unapproachable and unlike himself as possible.

Why you ask?

Because he’s a straight A student and can’t be seen lurking in the campus library - it would take away the mystery surrounding him, cancel out the legend that his classmates have come up with that he’s just a genius who doesn’t need to study.

He can hear a snort somewhere and can’t figure out if it’s in his own mind or just someone who has impeccable timing.

Fine. So maybe there’s no such legend, and maybe, just maybe, he picked up a couple of books from the … self-help section, and maaaaaybe he’s reading through them right now. Daishou wants to scoff at himself, these stupid books are useless and yet here he is… He should just put them all back in the return cart and go back to his dorm where he can continue moping like he’s been doing for the past few weeks.

Not that he’ll ever admit that’s what he’s been doing of course, Daishou Suguru is too good for that kind of childish behavior.

If anyone were to wonder why Daishou is being so not-childish, they would get a snappy remark about him being fine and that people should mind their own business. As it is, Mika isn’t just anyone, and she proves this by entering his dorm room later that day.

“You know Suguru, if you hadn’t dumped him, you wouldn’t be here right now.” Are the first words out of her mouth.

Daishou just glares at her -as much as one can ever glare at Yamaka Mika. The woman just huffs and rolls her eyes, taking long graceful strides through the room.

The singer’s voice is cut off mid ‘pain’ as she pauses Daishou’s ipod, silence invading the room in lieu of the previous singing. Said man makes some kind of hissing noise in the back of his throat, prompting another eye roll,

“Don’t you give me that. You’re the one that put yourself in this situation,” Another hiss, another answering eye roll, “Whatever Suguru, yes you’re hurting, but you broke up with him. Why did you even do that in the first place? It’s not like he was abusing you,” There’s a pause where brown eyes narrow menacingly and Daishou -not for the first time- feels sorry for anyone on the receiving end of Mika’s wrath, “Was he?” She asks suspiciously. Now that is enough to get him to talk, and Daishou sits bolt upright in the blanket he’s buried himself in, almost toppling over with the momentum,

“What!? No!” He clamps his mouth shut and glares (again, as much as one can glare at Mika), ticked that she’d tricked him into breaking his impromptu vow of silence, especially when she gives him a smug look.

“So, why did you leave him? Obviously not because you were unhappy, because I doubt you’d be this mopey-” She ignores the ‘‘m’not mopey’ that comes from somewhere inside the blanket on the bed, “-if that was the case. So. Spill.”

There is one piece of advice Daishou would give to anyone who asked, and that advice is : Always tell Mika the truth, or Else.

Of course, who ever listens to their own advice? That’d be dumb.

“I left him because I got bored.”

Remember that ‘don’t take your own advice’ thing? Well, maybe Daishou should listen to himself every now and then. Pretty brown eyes narrow again, and a certain law major knows he’s fucked. And not in the pleasant way.

“Right. That’s it. Daishou Suguru, you can either talk and tell me what’s truly bothering you, or so help me I will rip that blanket away from you and drag you back to your ex so you can talk to him instead,” Daishou opens his mouth, “Do not test me, Suguru.”

Daishou makes a face like he’s just eaten ten sour candies at once and sniffs,

“Fine! He wanted to get closer, and I didn’t want to,” Mika raises an eyebrow, “Not that kind of close!” He defends, cheeks coloring, “He wanted to… He wanted us to get to know each other better. To ‘open up’.” He makes air-quotes and the sour-candy face returns. Mika’s other eyebrow joins it’s twin, having a rendez-vous with her hairline.

“So you broke up with him?” Daishou shrugs, done talking. Mika frowns, but -as always- knows when her ex-boyfriend-turned-best-friend won’t be giving up anymore information. She sighs, “Okay, well… Just try and not do anything you regret, okay? From what I’ve been told, he’s just as mopey as you are, so if you feel like trying to fix things, maybe he’d let you. Emotional intimacy is an important step in a healthy relationship…”

The door clicks softly as she makes her exit, and Daishou refuses to acknowledge the sudden bubbling in his stomach that feels a lot like hope. It’s not like he can fix things with a click of the fingers anyway, it’d be too easy. He sighs and picks up one of those stupid self-help books he checked out earlier in some kind of feverish post-break-up-depression induced frenzy, and opens it, reading without really taking anything in as he rehashes Mika’s words.

It’s all very well, telling him that: he knows. He’s not stupid, but ‘emotional intimacy’ is scary, and he doesn’t want to get hurt again. Mika was his one and only relationship that went well (and, miraculously, ended well too), the others had just been one night stands, or men and women alike using him to feel good about themselves. Daishou doesn’t want to go through that again. Sure Kuroo seems like a good guy, and he’s treated him with nothing but respect - had been tiptoeing around him for months, skirting the line between friendly banter and outright flirting until Daishou had given him the green light. He’d been nothing but careful, kind… Nothing had been forced, nothing had felt forced, and Daishou hadn’t been this happy with anyone since Mika- maybe even happier than when he was with Mika.

But is he really ready to open up again?

Daishou sighs and lays back on his bed, staring blankly up at the page of the book as he holds it at arms length. He sighs once more and lets it fall (carefully, he’s not a savage and these books cost more than necessary to be replaced) next to him, closes his eyes, and lets sleep take him.

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It’s dark when slanted eyes blink open at last. There had been no epiphany dreams or anything of the sort, and Daishou doesn’t even know why he’d been expecting one in the first place. He sighs and sits up, looking down at the stupid self-help book next to him and before he can catch them his thoughts start spiraling, that awful little voice that likes to taunt him making itself known, telling him he deserves this, that he inflicted this on himself, that he’s not good enough, that he isn’t allowed to be happy; not him, people like him don’t deserve happiness, not when they go around breaking hearts at the first sign of intimacy.

Daishou makes a distressed noise in the back of his throat and presses his palms into his eyes in frustration, trying to get his thoughts to just shut up. He opens his eyes, blinking back tears and swallowing the lump in his throat, the led in his stomach, and takes a deep breath, grabbing the book and starting to read in some desperate hope for distraction, to get away from his own mind. It’s no use though, not when the book is about spiraling thoughts and ways to fight them - all utterly useless.

He’s broken from his invasive and hateful thoughts by the buzzing of his phone, and he picks it up, expecting - hoping- it to be a message from Mika, telling him to pull himself together.

Instead, it’s from a number he never expected to see again, and his heart jumps into his throat.

Kuroo Tetsurou
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hey i know this is cliché and everything but you should know by now that’s how i roll
02:16 am
anyway. i’ve heard you’re doing about as well as i am, which is kind of dumb since you broke up with ME. which tells me that you don’t want to be with me as much as i don’t want to be with you
02:16 am
which is not at all btw
02:17 am
that means i want to be with you. realize now that last message wasn’t clear sry it’s 2am im tired
02:17 am
anyway Suguru i miss you. i miss your smug little face and i’m sorry i messed things up by asking personal questions but listen. well. read? intimacy requires risk okay? and i know youve been hurt. or i can guess. or somethg. that or you’re just stuck up and anal about sharing idk but whatever the reason if you’re scared of opening up to me that’s fine
02:18 am
*

Daishou sighs; he hates the way he’s softening already. Hates that he can’t stop staring at his phone, waiting for the rest.

*
as i just said intimacy requires risk, and if you’ll let me i want to prove to you that the risk is worth it if its with me
02:20 am
*

And why is he a serial texter? Can’t he just put all his thoughts in one message? It’s annoying, people need to realize that. And remember that capitalization is a thing. Daishou makes a face: he should count his blessings that at least Kuroo knows how to spell.

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fuck Suguru i’m so gone for you. i can picture your face all screwed up as you read this later. cause im betting you’re asleep rn
02:22 am
i mean- i hope you are ‘cause you need to sleep
02:22 am
but also if you’re not asleep that means you’re reading these… and ignoring me. which hurts 3:
02:23 am
*

Once he’s finished making another face at that smiley thing, he wonders how tired Kuroo truly is if he can’t even remember there’s a read function on messages.

*
that or you’re letting me monologue, which is embarrassing
02:25 am
not that I care tbh we both know i have no shame
02:25 am
anyway.
02:26 am
im tired, i’m still into you. i want you back if you’ll let me, i’ll wait as long as needed for you. and i’ll prove to you that i’m worth the risk
02:27 am
but only if you want me to. just say the word and ill be gone
02:27 am
i just can’t let things end like this
02:28 am
not when i know you’re unhappy
02:28 am
*

Daishou stares at his phone, fighting the flush to his cheeks and the pounding in his ears. He reads and re-reads the messages, considers the words carefully, remembers the past few weeks that have honestly been some of the most miserable of his life, and finally, he sighs.

“Intimacy requires risk huh…” He whispers to himself, fingers gliding across his screen, hovering momentarily over the ‘send’ button before he squeezes his eyes shut and takes the leap of faith, heart thundering, ready to leap out of his throat.

*

Fine, I’ll let you try and convince me. Now shut up and go to sleep.
02:39 am ✓ ✓

You won’t regret it
02:39 am
*

Daishou smiles for the first time in what feels like forever and lets out a loud breath of relief, tension leaving him, shoulders sagging. His phone buzzes again, he looks down.

*
ps: knew you were reading, did you forget there was a read function? now go to sleep ;3
02:41 am
pps coffee date tomorrow after class please and thanks
02:41 am
ppps:
02:41 am
I love you.
02:42 am

Prompt:Team In The Zone

[buni_emoji]

Ship/Character: Kuroko/Takao, Midorima/Takao, Kise/Kasamatsu, Sarukui/Semi, AsaDaiSuga, Yuuri/Pinchit, Onada/Manami or your choice.
Fandom: All Out!, Free!, Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyu!, Kaze ga tsuyoku Fuite iru, Daiya no Ace, Days, Yowamushi Pedal, Yuri on Ice, Oofuri, chiyafuru, keijo,
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: : Who says the zone is just for basketball,
Do Not Wants: Kishigami Komari, Midousuji Akira, Non-con, bathroom stuff

Prompt: In the Zone.

Prompt:Team In The Zone

[buni_emoji]

Ship/Character: Kuroko/Takao, Midorima/Takao, Kise/Kasamatsu, Sarukui/Semi, AsaDaiSuga, Yuuri/Pinchit, Onada/Manami or your choice.
Fandom: All Out!, Free!, Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyu!, Kaze ga tsuyoku Fuite iru, Daiya no Ace, Days, Yowamushi Pedal, Yuri on Ice, Oofuri, chiyafuru, keijo, man name your fandom,
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: : Trans/nb characters, Bi character, Ace, Pan? Lemme see your headcanons, It’ not gay if you don’t have a gender, Is my motto
Do Not Wants: Kishigami Komari, Midousuji Akira, Non-con, bathroom stuff, homophobia

Prompt: I’m not gay.

FILL: team grandstand, G

[pocket_panda]

Title: The sea to your stars
Ship/Character: Washio Tatsuki/Konoha Akinori
Additional Characters: Sarukui/Yukie, Fukurodani volleyball team
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: canon compliant, fluff, sap, cheese, nature metaphors, 4+1 sort of, I think this is the sappiest thing I have ever written
Word Count: 2310
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Or, the four times Washio thought about stars, and the one time he talked about them.

I wrote this in about an hour and then spent days editing it, as is usual for me… I can’t bear to look at it anymore but I hope it’s as good as it first was ;w;
Have some absolute, pure, unadulterated sap

***

Washio Tatsuki has always been the silent type, it was never in his nature to be loud, to attract attention to himself; his height does enough of that for him already.

He is happier to remain in the shadows, and likes to compare himself to the sea at night. He’s content to let others take the spotlight and shine, he stands tall, his taciturn looks dissuading anyone to approach, even if, had any of them bothered to learn anything about him, they would find him to be as gentle as the next person.

When Washio starts his first year at Fukurodani, he’s already as tall as the third years. He can hear the whispers of his classmates around him, wondering how old he is, saying how scary he looks… He stays in the shadows, trying not to attract more attention.

There is a spark of gold in his peripheral, but when he looks over, it is already gone.

He chalks it up to his imagination, wild and over the top as it is in young minds such as his.

Washio Tatsuki introduces himself on the first day, and finds himself staring into yellow eyes at lunch, gaze piercing, hair even more wild than his own, white and streaked, and he thinks he’s found the glimmer of gold he saw earlier, although it is a lot dimmer than he’d first imagined.

Bokuto Koutarou is loud and attracts attention to himself like a beacon. He’s a lighthouse in the darkness, and Washio sits and listens, gives his input when necessary. He is the waves washing against the shore.

Volleyball is something he has played casually in his backyard for the past year or so, starting when he decided he just really didn’t like basketball. So being on a team like this one is new to him, but definitely not unwelcome. The idea of having someone to help on the court, of being supported himself… It’s what made him start team sports in the first place.

Gold sparkles somewhere in his subconscious as he hears a loud chiming laugh.

Bokuto is at his side, having not left him ever since finding out he was planning on joining the club. He looks over at him as he laughs, and frowns, deciding that his imagination truly is playing tricks on him today, romanticizing the echo in the gym.

The coach tells him to get on the court, and so he does, staring at his shoes timidly, Bokuto thumps him on the back and asks him what they did to offend him. By the time he has considered his answer, the other has already moved on to talk to someone else.

That is fine, Washio is used to being alone, of standing in the darkness. He looks up, forwards, to his opponents on the other side of the net, and his breath catches.

Maybe his imagination hadn’t been all that wild today. In fact, Washio thinks to himself as he stares, his imagination definitely couldn’t come up with this.

There, standing opposite him, chatting animatedly to someone even smaller than him, is a boy made of gold itself.

His hair shines like the sun and eyes glow like the moon reflects off of water in the darkest of nights.

Washio has never wanted to be the darkness more than he has in this moment, to allow the light to reflect off of him and shine as brightly as it deserves.

The shrill blow of the whistle breaks his daze and the other straightens and starts moving. There’s a burst of entire galaxies in his mind as their eyes lock. Washio takes his cue to move, to start this new dance on the court, the squeaking of shoes the music to accompany the adrenalin pounding in his ears.

-

Konoha Akinori.

That’s the name that echoes in his mind as Washio lays in bed, staring at the ceiling.

It rings like a bell in his ears, melodious and mesmerizing, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalls all the romantic movies his mother likes to watch, and thinks that they have nothing on this feeling.

-

Time is something that Washio thought would help. His first infatuation with Konoha Akinori, class 1-3, should have been just that- after all, they don’t exactly go well together; Konoha is bright and snarky, and Washio is dark and brooding- or so he’s been told.

He had hoped, in some kind of foolish belief, that the books and movies had it all wrong, that his admiration would wear off with time, that he would become immune to the golden presence of Konoha in his life, instead, the opposite had happened, and he had only been drawn more and more by this warmth, like a moth to a flame, powerless to the pull of the light, to the glimmer of stars in those golden eyes.

It isn’t until the day they win that fateful match, where they defeat the opponents that had previously floored them, that Fukurodani’s wings spread as a whole. Washio, as ever, looks to Konoha and feels his heart stop.

Gold is no longer enough for the being that is Konoha Akinori, and Washio is very sure this isn’t infatuation anymore.

-

Akaashi and he have developed an odd kind of friendship, they are both the silent types, though Washio’s mind isn’t the racing cityscape that his kouhai’s is. No, his thoughts are tranquil and calm, just like waves that lick at the shore. The two of them like to sit in silence and simply bask in each others presence, sometimes there is an exchange of words, hushed conversation and quiet secrets passing between them.

Washio finds out one day that Akaashi sometimes compares Bokuto to a star, and he finds himself nodding. He understands that feeling, he thinks as he looks over to the beacon of gold that always seems to shine brighter for him. He understands: Bokuto is Akaashi’s star.

But Konoha is an entire galaxy, and first love is bittersweet.

First loves only last in fairy tales, where the prince sweeps the princess (why are they never both princes? Ten year old Washio had asked) off her feet and they ride into the sunset.

What is one to do, Washio wonders as he watches Konoha spike, when the princess is made of the sunset itself, and the prince is the waves that prefer to wash along the shore in the night?


-

On Bokuto’s birthday in their third year, Washio decides he wants to confront his feelings. It has, after all, been a long time coming, and he would like to finish this year with no regrets; he doesn’t want Konoha to be the one that got away.

And so, it is a few days later, shortly after Konoha’s own eighteenth birthday, that Washio asks him to stay late that evening so they can practice together, the sun is already setting by the time the others are leaving. Komi gives him a knowing look and a wink as he waves goodbye, and Sarukui smiles in that way he has of making everyone feel like he can read their minds but still somehow make them comfortable all the same. Bokuto gives him a blatant thumbs up that Onaga tries to stand in front of to hide as Akaashi hurriedly ushers him out, only looking back and giving Washio a nod. He’s glad that Konoha had gone to fetch something from the supply closet.

They practice as normal, Washio’s nerves washing away in the light of Konoha’s presence; After all, stargazing has never been a stressful activity.

As they close the gym, the sun has disappeared into the horizon and made way to the stars above them. They both stare up at them, and when Washio looks down his breath catches, watching as gold reflects the sea that stretches across the sky, eyes glittering.

There are moments in life when your instinct tells you ‘this is it’ and, Washio thinks as the bright light of Konoha’s being is surrounded by darkness -the same shadows he himself likes to live in- and amplified tenfold, that this is one of those moments.

“If you’re about to say something about the stars and my eyes, I need you to know that Komi will be getting two thousand yen.”

Washio can’t even find it in himself to be disappointed, not when those eyes are turned on him, full of mirth and something else that’s been there for longer than he’s willing to admit,

“And if I don’t?” He decides he couldn’t have picked a better answer, because Konoha’s eyes only get brighter, sparkling in the darkness as he tilts his head. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Washio idly wonders if he’d get yelled at if he ever told him he thinks it makes him look cute.

“Then Sarukui gets five thousand yen…” It’s Washio’s turn to tilt his head, silently prompting Konoha to keep going, “Either way… I’m kind of hoping we both get a date out of this…” The tone is casual, as is the shrug, but Konoha likes to look people in the eye when he talks to them, unless he’s nervous, and Washio really doesn’t like when those eyes aren’t trained on him, especially when it’s dark, when it’s his time to shine. And so, he carefully brings a finger under Konoha’s chin and coaxes him to look back at him, getting what he wants as that gold turns back to him and bathes him in light, warming him from his very core,

“I will talk about stars later then, maybe over cake, in that shop you like so much,” Washio is glad he is accustomed to being in the shadows, because he is sure he would have missed the pretty flush that warms Konoha’s cheeks otherwise.

-


For their last outing as a team they had, of course, chosen the beach. Bokuto had roped them all into beach volley and - predictably- gotten sun-burnt, and was now chatting animatedly around the fire with everyone else. Washio had smiled that soft smile of his all throughout the day, but now that night has fallen the stars are out and the sound of the waves has changed as they lap at the shore languidly.

He is brought from his musings by a gentle nudge and he looks over, brown meeting gold, taking in the mischievous glint of them, watching as matching locks of hair move with the nudge of Konoha’s chin, gesturing away to the shore. He glances over, back to his team, feeling guilty for wanting to leave them, wanting to simply indulge in the dark night and the bright light at his side.

He catches Akaashi’s gaze who gives him a nudge of his own, quietly indicating they’ll be fine as Onaga makes ushering gestures with his hands, Yukie rolls her eyes at them and snuggles into Sarukui’s side, a knowing smile pulling at her lips. Her boyfriend glances at them briefly before looking away again, smiling idly as he wraps his arm tighter around Yukie. He is genuinely surprised though, when all Komi does is glance over at them with a small smirk, but isn’t about to complain, and gives Kaori and thankful smile as she moves over for them to make their exit, ushering them away.

And so, he and Konoha leave their friends for a moment, Bokuto grinning at them as they do, giving a thumbs up, and they make their way to the shore, the echoes of laughter and cheering behind them feeling like home.

Washio, for all his stoic appearance, really likes wrapping an arm around Konoha as they walk. It is made a little awkward however by the sand under their feet that makes the ground uneven, so he contents himself with simply holding hands, which is just as nice, Konoha’s hand always warm in his larger palm. They walk along the shore, waves nipping lovingly at their feet as the stars shine above them, twinkling with their blessings.

They stop to admire the sky, the wide expanse above them shining and shimmering, only made brighter by the water under them, reflecting their light. Washio is reminded of a time some months prior, when he had looked down only to see the stars mirrored in pools of gold. They are just as bright today as they had been then, and this time, when Washio takes a breath to start talking, Konoha doesn’t interrupt.

“All the stars in the world…” He pauses, awkward with his words, unused to voicing his most intimate thoughts, especially when those mesmerizing eyes focus on him, gold and beautiful, windows to the soul of the most incredible being he knows, “They’re not enough. Comparing your eyes to the skies would be an insult to you…”

The gold disappears momentarily, flutters and flickers wondrously as Konoha blinks, that pretty flush he loves so is back, but the eye-contact doesn’t break, instead a smile grows upon lips as soft as silk and a quiet chuckle is lost to the sound of the waves as Washio lets himself muse, amazed, that he has the privilege of that knowledge. Konoha leans in, carefully pulls him down, and reminds him of just how soft those lips are.

There is loud whooping and cheering behind them, where the fire still burns brightly, the light of it blending into the shadows.

“You all owe me five thousand yen!”

Washio’s grin mirrors the one pressed against his lips and the sound of laughter rings into the night, golden and bell-like, the stars winking mischievously above as the waves lap tranquilly at their feet.

First love doesn’t have to be bittersweet, and sometimes- when galaxies and oceans collide, when the dark finds its light and the sea mirrors the stars - fairy tales do come true.

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[hilaryfun]

Hahaha poor Miyuki tried hard but Tanba won the day. Thank for the fill!

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, RATING: G

[jadehqknb]

Title: A new path
Ship/Character: Ukai Keishin
Additional Characters: mention of Takeda Ittetsu
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Inner reflection, growth
Word Count: 424
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet


***

Keishin takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke up into the air and watching it disappear on the wind. He remembers when his aspirations felt as fleeting as that. Blown into the atmosphere and whisked away, never to be seen again. A blip on the radar, inconsequential, so small and brief as to feel nonexistent, to begin with. He doesn’t remember feeling like that at the time, when the weight of his wants and desires were so heavy they crushed him. When his heart burned so hot and fierce he was afraid he’d be consumed.

Then the fire snuffed out and while the weight never lifted, the nature of his burden did. A desire for victory and ‘just one more’ anything on the court turned into working the fields and minding the store. It morphed into putting his mother off him, because yes, he does want to get married, but not right now, and really, mom there’s more to life than marital bliss, right?

He wasn’t the brightest, still isn’t. College was out of the question, at least at the time he thought so. Maybe he should have tried harder.

But then he wouldn’t be here, would he?

Maybe he’d be stuck in some stuffy office with a boss he hates and piles of paperwork instead of stacks of boxes that, really, can wait when his boys… his boys… need him.

“Just remember,” Takeda told him one day after he’d bemoaned his ability to guide this flock of crazy kids, “it’s ok if they fall. They will learn and they will become stronger.” He’d clapped him on the back. “Mistakes precede growth. As long as we take the experience, theirs and ours, and apply the lessons learned, we’ll continue to rise, even if we stumble a little along the way.”

So maybe, Keishin thinks as he stands to stretch sore, tired muscles, maybe the mistakes he made, were just stepping stones to here. He tripped, he fell, he fought. He resisted and complained and futilely told off a teacher too stubborn for his own good. No wonder that guy was made adviser for this team, he’s just as tenacious as they are.

He smiles, knowing he wouldn’t change it, not for anything, not now.

Even his granddad, the old curmudgeon, has changed, has learned. And maybe, Keishin thinks, even if he was harsh, even if he was too hard, those mistakes formed him to the coach he is now. It all goes back to Takeda’s words.

Mistakes precede growth.

And Karasuno certainly has grown.

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[jadehqknb]

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, RATING: G
Title: Take a swing and hope for the best
Ship/Character: Sawamura Daichi & Sawamura Eijun
Additional Characters: appearances by Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Ukai Keishin, Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Haikyuu, Daiya No Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: separated siblings, found family, awkward reunion, daichi is a good big bro, eijun is excited
Word Count: 1631
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Life throws Sawamura Daichi a curveball

***

“Captain? Do you know that guy?”

Daichi turns from his conversation with Suga, glancing first at Hinata and then to where he’s looking down the hallway. He squints, trying to work out who in the crowd has caught his middle-blocker’s attention.

“Who?” he finally asks, unable to track down any suspicious looking characters; Kuroo’s already in the stands after all and Hinata knows him.

Hinata points. “Him, the one in the white sweatshirt.” Daichi looks, still not seeing the point of Hinata’s concern and asks him as much. “He’s been following you,” is the simple reply.

“A lot of people are following us, dumbass,” Kageyama snips. Daichi doesn’t mention that he agrees with him. Karasuno is a hot ticket item right now, crawling and, well, crowing their way from one rung to another in their quest for Nationals victory.

“I didn’t say us!” Hinata insists scowling, his eyes still trained on the guy. “He’s watching the captain and I wanna know why.”

“Ok, ok,” Daichi pacifies, “I’ll just go and—” but as he turns to look again the guy is gone. “Huh, guess all that scowling scared him off, Hinata.” He gives a grin. “If I ever need a bodyguard, I know who to ask.” His comment does the trick of smoothing Hinata’s frown into a bright expression of prideful glee.

They continue on through the day, their last match as grueling as the others until finally it’s time to head back to their hotel for showers, a proper meal, review of the games, plans for tomorrow and then, finally, sleep.

It’s as they’re heading to the hotel that his whole world gets rocked. From what feels like nowhere springs the boy from earlier, his eyes shining with excitement and his face beaming a bright smile. “I had no idea my big brother was so cool!” he exclaims.

Daichi’s eyes go wide. “Your… I’m sorry, who do you think I am?” The question comes out harsh, exhaustion deadening his usual tact.

The boy’s smile doesn’t falter though. “You’re Sawamura Daichi, right?” Daichi nods confirmation of the fact. “You’re my big brother!”

Behind Daichi, the team erupts into a mix of startled exclamations and confused murmurs but it’s lost to the white noise in his ears. Brother…? He has another brother? This has to be a mistake. There’s no way this is true. Distantly part of him wonders if this is some extremely crude and inappropriate prank, some boy paid off to spout nonsense in order to distract him. But the only teams he can think of who would try that they’ve already defeated. And besides, that sounds more paranoid than he’ll ever admit. It must be the exhaustion talking.

Talking… he should be saying something now, shouldn’t he?

“Sawamura,” Ukai says, setting a supportive hand on Daichi’s shoulder, “take some time. We’ll see you back at the hotel.” Daichi nods dumbly.

“You want me to stay?” Suga asks, concern coloring his tone.

Daichi snaps out of his stupor. “It’s ok… watch after the team until I get back.”

Suga nods, turning away to help shepherd the team away. As they go, Daichi keeps his eyes trained on the boy—his brother allegedly. His smile is gone, replaced with a look of trepidation that usually accompanies someone who just now realizes the gravity of what they’ve done or said.

Daichi just keeps staring, fingernails digging crescents into his palms because if this is true… if this boy hasn’t made a mistake… then Daichi’s father is even more of a bastard than he originally believed. Daichi doesn’t know much about his father other than he left. He has vague flashes of memory from when his brain was finally starting to hold reconcilable data as he turned three but they’re hazy at best. When he turned old enough to ask his mom where his dad was all she’d said was ‘he’s gone’.

He hadn’t pressed her past that, seeing at even such a young age how much it pained her to think of him. Then his stepdad had come into the picture with his twins and became his dad. The only dad he’d ever known or wanted to know.

And now this. And of all the times, it has to be while he’s stretched thin on energy, time and patience.

“Uh… did you want to talk… or…” The boy’s voice (he really should ask his name) snaps him out of his thoughts.

He shakes his head to clear away the bad memories, the confusion, the shock and then nods. “Come on, there’s a bench over there.” He’s exhausted from playing, his body aching and he just wants to stop, but he has to deal with this now otherwise he won’t be able to concentrate tomorrow and that won’t do.

They sit, Daichi staring at the building across the street. He can feel the boy’s eyes on his face. Which reminds him… “What’s your name?”

“Eijun. Sawamura… Eijun.” His voice is quiet now, the former exuberance gone in the wake of Daichi’s utter shutdown.

Poor kid, he probably pictured this going very differently. Daichi looks at him, tracing his eyes over his features and, yes, he definitely has the Sawamura thing going on. Particularly in his eyes. Eyes that were shining with hope and determination that Daichi remembers having in his own at his age. God, he really is an old man.

Daichi smiles. It’s a tired, forced smile but it’s better than a blank stare. “So, Eijun-kun, how did you find me?”

Eijun perks up, his own lips quirking into a bright smile. “I found an album with you in it! You were a baby, so wow you look really different. Well, not really different, your eyes are still the same but… different.” He shakes his head against his rambling and Daichi can’t hold back a quiet chuckle. “Anyway! I asked dad and of course, he didn’t want to tell me because he didn’t want to admit to having abandoned his kid.” Daichi would usually wince at such brutality but he agrees so he merely smiles (a little more sincere now) and nods. “But I bugged and bugged until he told me where you lived. I wanted to meet you sooner but dad wouldn’t let me go and then I heard about the volleyball thing here, which at first I didn’t care about because volleyball’s not my thing, but then I happened to catch your interview and they said your name and I saw your eyes and I just knew!”

Eijun takes a much needed breath, his eyes back to bright and eager.

“So you, what, snuck down here without your dad’s permission?” Daichi asks.

Eijun shakes his head. “I don’t live with him right now. I live on campus at Seidou!”

Daichi scrunches his brow in an effort of memory. “Seidou… so you play—”

“Baseball,” Eijun exclaims and he’s beaming as bright as Hinata when he hits a perfect spike. “I’m gonna be the ace pitcher, just you wait!”

Reaching out his hand, Daichi ruffles Eijun’s hair, a warm, true smile on his face by now. “Well, of course, you will! My little brother could be nothing else!”

“You… you’re just gonna accept me?” Eijun asks. “That’s awesome! You’re not going to tell me to bug off or that you hate me or—”

“I was just surprised. And tired,” Daichi admits settling his hands in his lap. He takes a deep breath. “It’s not your fault your… our dad left me and mom.”

Eijun’s eyes go very wide, his jaw slack, then he’s smiling again. “I knew you were cool. Gosh, your games today were amazing! I don’t have any idea half the time what’s happening but it’s exciting! And you… uh… what’s the word—that thing where you bounce the ball with your arms…”

“Receive?” Daichi supplies.

Eijun snaps his fingers. “That’s it! You receive really well!”

Daichi chuckles. “How would you know, squirt?” The term of affection falls out naturally. “You just said you don’t know anything.”

“I can just tell!”

Daichi smiles. “Just like you could tell I’m your brother?”

Eijun nods. After a brief beat of silence he asks, “So, could we exchange numbers? I know we won’t have much time to see each other but I really want to get together and know my big brother! Maybe you can come to one of my games someday!”

Daichi plucks his phone out of his bag as Eijun pulls his from his pocket. They exchange numbers and chat until Daichi knows he won’t be able to keep his eyes open in the shower if he takes any longer. He’s starving too and hopes Suga or coach saved him some late dinner.

As they say goodbye, Eijun flings his arms around Daichi’s waist giving a great squeeze. “Thanks for accepting me,” he says quietly then rushes away before Daichi can properly respond. He watches him tear off down the street, a warmth of affection blooming in his chest.

He really is a sap.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sweat burns Eijun’s eyes, his fingers gripping the baseball so tight his nails bend. Bases loaded, the sun beating down and he has to get this batter out. Miyuki calls a timeout, running to the mound as do the rest of the team. Just as the catcher opens his mouth, there’s a shout of Eijun’s name from the crowd.

He turns his attention to the fence, his eyes going wide and his mouth splitting into a huge grin. He feels the team looking too, surprised they could hear one person out of the masses screaming today.

“Who’s that?” Miyuki asks with a chuckle.

Eijun’s chest releases as he waves. “That’s my big brother.”

There’s a beat of silence before they all exclaim, “Your what?!”

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[kazuyas]

it's absolutely one of my favorites heheheh

Prompt: Team 29 Balls

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: Kageyama Tobio OR Furuya Satoru OR Mihashi Ren OR filler's choice of socially awkward pandas (mix them together if you want, go nuts)
Fandom: Haikyuu OR Daiya no Ace OR Oofuri (or if you have A Really Good Idea for the prompt that fits a different fandom, go for it)
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: socially awkward, lonely babbies
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt: outside looking in

Prompt: Team 29 Balls

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: kageyama &/ hinata, oikawa &/ iwaizumi, bokuto &/ akaashi; eijun &/ chris, ryousuke &/ kuramochi, kuramochi &/ miyuki; abe &/ mihashi; riku &/ takeru; filler's choice if you have any ideas for a fun partnership
Fandom: Haikyuu or Daiya or Oofuri or Prince of Stride or Prince of Tennis or All Out or Days
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: figuring each other out, growing pains
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt: take on me

Prompt: Team 29 Balls

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/anyone
Fandom: Daiya no Ace (or a crossover fandom of your choice)
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: none
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt: it's outta here

Prompt: Team 29 Balls

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: kageyama, ryoma, filler's choice of characters who seem like they can burn water
Fandom: haikyuu, daiya, tenipuri, all out, days, oofuri
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: worst cooks au
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt: slice, dice, nice

Prompt: Team 29 Balls

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: fuji/tezuka, tezuka/anyone, sanada/anyone, miyuki/anyone, or any ship where removing the context of knowing someone changes how one would perceive that person
Fandom: tenipuri, haikyuu, daiya, yuri on ice, oofuri, days, all out
Major Tags: any
Additional Tags: memory loss, or even tracker jacker type memory loss (losing what you know and feel about a person)
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt: forget me not

Prompt: Team 29 Balls

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: kuroo/daishou
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: any
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt: bring it on

Fill: Team Grandstand

[kazuyas]

Title: you and me we're poetry
Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Kuramochi Youichi
Additional Characters: nope
Fandom: Daiya no A
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: some funky-ass stylistic choices
Word Count: 438
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

hi kell i hope this suffices!! i did a weird omniscient pov thing here bc it felt like it fit the prompt to take an outsider's perspective and hopefully? it works? it's like 2 am and i'm a little wine tipsy so proofreading this would be futile and i don't want to wait until morning bc then i may not post it at all SO [weak jazz hands]

***


Seidou's baseball team has a great deal of moving parts—the staff, the practice schedule, the managers, the tournaments past and the tournaments future (sometimes the tournaments present), but the most numerous and most varied, of course, remain the players.

It's hard to keep track of every little thing: the minutiae, the incremental changes, the shifting goals and changing abilities.

Patterns, though—patterns are easy to track. You just have to know where to look, and when.

No one would blame you, though, if you were too groggy in the morning to catch the way Kuramochi Youichi always looks at Miyuki Kazuya when he enters the canteen in the morning, followed by the way he's always slow to tear his eyes away.

Blink, and you might miss the way his hand dips to the small of Miyuki's back as he passes by.

Look away, and you might miss the way Seidou's captain goes still.

Miss it the second time, the third, and you won't see how he starts to lean into the touch.

There are other patterns, too, like the one where Kuramochi always ends up in front of Miyuki's desk, drawn there like a magnet—or perhaps like a rock being drawn into a star's orbit.

Then there's the one on the bus, the one where they sit next to each other, followed by shoulders brushing.

Miyuki usually looks out the window, but if Kuramochi is napping—and if you time it right—you can spot him looking at the shortstop leaning against him, the ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Or maybe you catch the way they're the last ones off the field at practice, lingering at the rear of the group, too tired to speak. Kuramochi will shoot a glance Miyuki's way when he isn't looking; it's hard to tell whether Miyuki doing the same is part of the pattern or one all its own.

There's another one, but this one isn't about looking: it's about listening.

One asks How'd you sleep?—do you hear anything else?

Another time, you hear the other say Mr. Shoe-in Lead-off, but what about the rest?

(It's amazing, really, how some people can be considered "honest" but still say so little of what's on their minds and what's in their hearts.)

All grouped together—the looks, the glances, the touches, the words (and still more words, words you have to hear without hearing)—it seems almost simple business to come away with an understanding of these two moving pieces, of what these patterns mean.

But that's assuming you notice any of them at all.

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[kazuyas]

gosh DANG it, serena

Prompt: Team In The Zone

[renkinjutsushis]

Ship/Character: Any Noya ship or combination (romantic or platonic), any siblings in haikyuu, Aomomo, Aomine/Kagami
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Knb
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: angst but not too much pls, or it doesnt have to be angsty at all, take this wherever you want
Do Not Wants: Major character death, incest

Prompt:

"Wait, slow down!"