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Bonus Round 1: Three Words
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.
This round is now closed!
However, it is perpetually open to new fills!
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
- Please don't go
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)
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- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames or Official Names are both acceptable
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Prompt: Team Grandstand
Fandom: Daiya or Haikyuu!! or Kurobas
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: casual intimacy anyone?
Do Not Wants: a/b/o
Prompt: between the lines
Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand
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Fill: Team Grandstand, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 1104
Remix Permission: yes
omg thank u!? for a kagahimu prompt i feel blessed this is a very good one for them
also on ao3
***
Tatsuya doesn’t notice it until it’s been going on for some time. It’s like what they say about thinning hair, that you only notice once thirty percent is gone, a thought that makes him want to reach up and touch his head to check for bald spots. There are things pressing harder on his mind, though, or one thing in particular, the way Taiga’s been acting. Tatsuya could brush it all off as an accident, Taiga’s hand lightly touching his own, the heat of Taiga’s thigh millimeters away from his, Taiga leaning in a little too close when they’re both cooking something over the same hot stove, but Taiga’s spatial awareness is too good. And it’s no accident when Taiga’s arm drapes over Tatsuya’s shoulder or his hand falls to the small of Tatsuya’s back.
It could mean anything. It could be that repairing their relationship has caused them to go through the same motions all over again, like when they were in middle school and Tatsuya had had to remind Taiga several times that they were too old to hold hands. He’d hated it, from the look on Taiga’s face to the absence of Taiga’s hand in his, but it had been necessary, or at least Tatsuya had thought so at the time. (And, in hindsight, there might have been another component--though is Tatsuya just projecting the uncomfortable emotions he has now onto his past self? Had he wanted Taiga like this, back then or had he only wanted to keep him as a friend and so-called younger brother?)
It could be the way Taiga is now with everyone, physically affectionate in broad strokes. But Tatsuya watches, and there’s nothing more than casual back-slaps between Taiga and his friends and teammates, a shove or a poke here and there, but even when he’s looking to give a generous reading it’s nothing like the way he is with Tatsuya. It could be Taiga reassuring Tatsuya that he means a lot, but if that’s what it was, Taiga would say it too. And it could be Taiga’s subconscious, that he feels like he should.
It could be, knowingly or not, that Taiga wants him, too, and the thought of the possibility makes Tatsuya’s blood freeze through and explode like a can of soda left in the freezer. There are so many connotations, so many threads branching out from a dangerous thought like that, that will bind and constrict and trip him up. Taiga has crossed no line, but Tatsuya’s at the very least between one line and the next, and letting himself unlock the vault with that thought inside will shove him over to the other side.
He thinks it anyway.
It’s bad, if Taiga wants him too. Feeling this way is bad; Taiga wants Tatsuya as a friend and trusts him enough for that after all that’s happened to them, and responding to that with desire is unacceptable. Tatsuya should have predicted it, though; he will always yearn for more, friends over enemies, brothers over friends, rivals over brothers, something more than all of that, the natural conclusion to the chain. Satisfying that would open another door to another want, pull Tatsuya farther down the hole of his own greed. It’s bad if Taiga wants him too, because then Tatsuya has to invariably disappoint him, by telling him they can’t. Or by saying yes and making Taiga regret it. Or by ignoring and deflecting so that Taiga never brings it up.
It’s bad, probably less so, if Taiga doesn’t want him, and this is all something else, or in Tatsuya’s head. Then all Tatsuya has to do is make sure he doesn’t give himself away, and he’s fairly certain he hasn’t yet. This will pass. He just can’t assume that Taiga wants him and then show himself, though--Taiga wouldn’t make it awkward. They’ve been through worse, though each time it’s Tatsuya’s fault, Tatsuya’s feelings that he lets get in the way like animals breaking off their leashes.
He’ll stay on the safe side, the side of probability. He’s seeing what he wants to see, reciprocated interest that’s been fabricated out of friendly affection. That’s genuine, and irreplaceable.
So what if he leans into the touches? He’s over the line, over the next several already, thanks to the paths his thoughts are so anxious to go down. He’s responding in kind to Taiga, a shoulder bump here or a quick touch there, teetering on the edge of indulging the fantasies he won’t allow himself to have, Taiga’s mouth on his, Taiga’s strong arms around him as he whispers Tatsuya’s name, the air crackling against Tatsuya’s skin. He’s delusional. He is still skirting the border--it’s not as if he’s going for a hug himself, a touch that’s outright flirty. He needs to stop; he tells himself that every time, but continues to ignore his own reprimands.
It’s like he’s a frog on the stove; soon enough the water will boil him alive.
“Tatsuya,” Taiga says.
He’s staring straight at Tatsuya, not with a look of admiration or pain, neutrality or hope. It’s difficult to read in a way that Taiga rarely is.
Tatsuya shifts backward on the couch. He’s not backing away; he’s just repositioning himself.
Taiga’s gaze is steady. “Do you trust me?”
Tatsuya nods. The one he doesn’t trust is himself. Taiga won’t fuck it up like he will.
The kiss is firm, much shorter than Tatsuya wants it to be. He thinks, only, of wanting more of that, of wanting Taiga, and before he pulls away Tatsuya brings him back in. He realizes, when they part a second time, out of breath, that he’s forgotten to be ashamed and guilty about it, the feelings creaking on a roof over his head but not falling down to drench him quite yet.
Taiga is grinning as bright as a fountain in the summer sun; his hands reach out and clasp Tatsuya’s, enveloping them (Tatusya can’t even hate how much bigger Taiga is).
“You do want this too.”
Tatsuya can’t even be mad that Taiga had figured it out, that this is only an affirmation of something he’d already thought, that despite years of being apart and Taiga’s claims of inability to see through him, he reads Tatsuya as clearly as a road sign. Tatsuya isn’t angry, but all of this pushes and pulls at the speeches he’d prepared for the just-in-case-this-actually-happens moment, the polite denials, the things that it was convenient to pretend Taiga wouldn’t see right through. Tatsuya doesn’t want this, but he does, and right now the want is winning.
Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T
Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T
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Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T
FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, RATING: T
Ship/Character: Oikawa Tooru/Sawamura Daichi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: casual intimacy anyone?
Word Count: 808
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
Oikawa Tooru deserves more love and who better than to give it to him than Sawamura Daichi?
***
Tooru knows boundaries and how to push them. Sees lines drawn in the sand and kicks them away, pushes through with tenacity rather than tact to get what he wants. He prides himself on, well… a lot of things. And one of them is being able to read people. To dig out all their nuances. He finds gems and dirt, secrets and hot buttons and tucks them away or dangles them as a tease, whatever the situation calls for. Maybe it’s a character flaw (Iwa-chan would say it definitely is) but it’s part of who he is.
So reading his roommate should be a breeze, especially after all this time. He’s straightforward and honest, a dependable type who does his earnest best and if it’s not enough, he tries again. He’s solid and steady, a bit of a hot head but no worse than anyone else Tooru’s met, including his best friend.
Sawamura Daichi is simple, or so Tooru believed when they first moved in together. Now… now he’s not so sure. And being unsure sets Tooru on edge. He wants to understand, to poke and pry and glean information, to hold the cards and play the game his way.
What game his million miles per hour brain asks in a moment of brief stillness brought about by the fingers gently stroking through his hair. He'd entered Sawamura’s room with the intention of distracting himself from feeling like shit. To see if Sawamura was anything at all like Iwaizumi and could scratch the itch he stupidly has for meaningless banter and affection caged in brutality because that’s just the way they do things.
They way they'd done things, he reminds himself.
But no, Sawamura merely lets him lie on his stomach, carelessly caressing his greasy hair without complaint, humming from time to time to let Tooru know he’s listening to whatever nonsense Tooru is spouting. As he whines about a team issue that really, he knows how to deal with but is pretending not to because he just doesn’t want to be bothered despite being captain, his pillow emits a rather loud growl.
Sawamura must have a monster living in his stomach. It’s the only way he can eat the way he does and still keep his impressive physique with only a little give. Tooru thinks it suits him. Rather, it suits Tooru, because he’s laid his head on perfect six pack abs and despite their aesthetic, they aren’t very comfortable.
“Sorry, haven’t had lunch yet,” Sawamura says, his voice a deep rumble against Tooru’s ear.
“Well, I’m comfortable, so the symbiote in your belly is just going to have to wait.”
Sawamura huffs but doesn’t say anything more, just goes back to playing with Tooru’s hair.
After a few moments of silence, another growl vibrates the hot flesh Tooru can feel even through the soft cotton t-shirt Sawamura wears and Tooru lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Oh fine! I’ll get us some snacks.”
He rises off the bed, exiting the room and goes down the hall to the kitchen. He doesn’t expect Sawamura to follow him so when he turns from the cabinet, cookie box in hand, he runs smack into him.
“Sorry,” Sawamura says, his large palm settling on Tooru’s lower back to… what? There’s no reason for it to be there and yet there it is, heavy and warm and firm against him. Their eyes meet, Sawamura’s soft and warm (why does Tooru keep thinking warm) while Tooru’s are still wide with the surprise of finding himself for all intents and purposes in his roommate’s embrace. One arm, sure, but Sawamura is most definitely holding him and it’s doing weird things to Tooru’s heart and he just...
Normal quips and teases die on his tongue in the light of earnest affection spelled out plainly in Sawamura’s gaze if Tooru had just been brave enough to really look before. To stop digging for treasure not even buried. He’s so stupid.
“Find something you want?” Sawamura asks. His eyes are still on Tooru’s face but he’s moving away, undoubtedly able to read Tooru’s discomfort. Discomfort that is incongruous given how they were not even five minutes ago.
Tooru leaps before he overthinks, or rather he steps forward, right into Sawamura’s space, their noses nearly touching. “Yeah… funny that you can’t see what’s right in front of you sometimes,” he says, quiet, a slight hesitation because, oh god, if he’s read any of this wrong things are going to be so awkward.
His fears ebb away as Sawamura replaces his hand on his back, adding the other to draw him closer as he tilts his head. “Come and get it then,” he teases.
Tooru huffs, rolling his eyes then closing them when Sawamura gets either eager or impatient and crosses the starting line himself.
Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, RATING: T
Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, RATING: T
Fill: Team Grandstand
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: Fill: Team Grandstand
(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.) --BTW EM I HAD TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN WHEN I READ THIS LINE IN PARTICULAR
thank you for filling this and murdering me with your lovely writing it was so, so good <3!
Re: Fill: Team Grandstand
and yeah i just... the outsider perspective just worked here, and i'm so glad you liked it!! i almost made the observer someone specific but i couldn't quite get that to click so omniscient pov it was.
happy to have written it <3