SF2020 - Bonus Round 2: Quotes

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“In quoting others, we cite ourselves.” — Julio Cortazar
Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes!

This bonus round will be open until Saturday, July 11th at 11:59pm (midnight) EDT. (Countdown)

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Rules

• Submit prompts by commenting a quote of your choice. The source may be a book, a speech, song lyrics, a movie line, popular tweets, memes, etc.
  There is no hard rules regarding the quote's length but please don't put the entire work in a single prompt.
  
• It CAN NOT be taken from a private conversation or another fanwork.
  Quotes from other Sportsfest participants or yourself are NOT allowed either as the intentions can be easily misunderstood or create an exclusionary environment through private jokes.
  
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    "Did you know, in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important before?"
    ― Matt Smith in Doctor Who
    
  • "Que será, será" [What will be, will be]
    ― Jay Livingston and Ray Evans, Que será, será
    
  • "Would you like an adventure now or shall we have tea first?"
    ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
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Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Asahi/Daichi/Suga, Goshiki/anyone, Hinata/Ushijima, Hinata/anyone, Asahi/anyone, Kagami/Kuroko, Aomine/Momoi, Minato/Shuu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Baskuke, Tsurune
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Honestly just go wild on this one, wherever the inspiration takes you
Do Not Wants: No happy ending, MCD, noncon
Prompt: "We'll laugh about this someday." - Dick Grayson in Young Justice

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[tsukisyama]

Ship/Character: Nishinoya Yuu/Asahi Azumane, Nishinoya Yuu & Asahi Azumane
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Noya fishes, he invites Asahi to fish with him, Noya writes the body of the email in the subject line
Word Count: 432
Remix Permission: yes

***

It’s not often that Asahi’s invited to one of Nishinoya’s finishing contests.

Well, it started out as something that happened sort of often, maybe.

When Nishinoya had first realized he harbored a great passion for fishing, Asahi had tried to be supportive. All things considered, it wasn’t that crazy to hear that Nishinoya had found a new passion, and decided to pursue it with all of his might.

In fact, that seemed completely normal to Asahi: if Nishinoya was ever going to find something that he’d consider a long life profession, career, or calling - it was always going to be in an unorthodox manner. That’s just… who he was, as a person. And Asahi had come to accept that, long long ago - when they were in high school, when he was just starting to figure out Nishinoya, when he realized that Nishinoya was someone... at least a little special to him.

So when Asahi gets an email, asking him to sit on board Nishinoya’s very expensive looking boat, he has to pause, and consider it for just a moment.

To: Asahi Azumane azumaneasahi@designs.com
From Nishinoya Yuu FISHMAN69420@gmail.com
Subject: HEY ASAHI! Was wondering if you’d…

The body of the email consists of a single Bitmoji-like sticker, that consists of characters that resemble Asahi and Nishinoya to an eerie degree. Asahi, of course, wonders how and when Nishinoya even made these - and how he knows what Asahi looks like well enough even in their lack of in person meetups or FaceTime calls.

Asahi chuckles upon reading the fist line, clearly cut off due to character space length. It wouldn’t be the first time that Nishinoya sent the entire body of an email in a subject line, and it certainly would not be the last.

He does his best to zoom out, and read the rest of the subject line. It takes a bit of finagling, but Asahi is finally able to see it all and copy and paste into an empty document, where he makes the font size big enough to read.

HEY ASAHI! Was wondering if you’d want to come to THE LAST FISHING CONTEST OF TEH YEAR!!! i know you hate boats because they make you sick but you’d get front row seats babey!! right next to me!!!!

Asahi smiles - there’s a warmth in his belly he always forgets, whenever he hasn’t spoken to Nishinoya in a while.

Maybe this time, he’ll go after all. He'd love to laugh about it, someday.

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Tendou/Goshiki, Tendou/any, Nishinoya/any, Hinata/Kageyama/Kenma, Oikawa/Daichi/Asahi, Kise/any, Aomine/Momoi, Kuroko/Kagami, any for listed fandoms
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Basuke, Tsurune
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: can't wait to see where y'all take this!
Do Not Wants: MCD, angst w/o happy ending
Prompt: "Talk less, smile more." - Aaron Burr in Hamilton

FILL: Team Setter Squad, G

[lilija_yuuzel]

Title: a fuzzy surprise
Ship/Character: Oikawa/Daichi/Asahi
Additional Characters: Daichi's farmer cousin
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: established relationship, fluff, surprises, baby goat
Word Count: 835
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

I just wanted to write about baby goats

***

„I have a bad feeling about this...”

“Asa-chan, you have a bad feeling about most things.”

“Yeah, stop worrying!”

Asahi was caught in between his boyfriends, both of them holding one of his hands and leading him somewhere. In itself, that would not have been too bad, however, Tooru had insisted on his eyes needing to be covered.
Tooru's scarf was thin and light which meant that Asahi could see just little enough to not know where he was, but just enough to imagine worst-case scenarios.
It was not that he did not trust Daichi and Tooru, they usually had Asahi's best interest in mind, he would just have liked to see what his feet were doing. The danger of tripping was made stronger by the fact that Tooru at his left side walked slightly faster than Daichi at his right, so Asahi had to weirdly shuffle in
between them.

“Where are we going?” Asahi asked, probably for the tenth time.

“You will love it, I promise,” Tooru replied and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“It's still a surprise,” Daichi said and let go of Asahi's hand for a few seconds to lightly pinch his side. “Stop asking about it, be a little excited.”

It was rare for all three of them to have time for a real date that took up the entire day, and Asahi had marked the day weeks ago, hoping to stay at home with the other to cook together and maybe watch a few movies, each of them choosing one, but his hope had been squashed around two hours ago.
He was harshly awakened at 8 by Tooru poking his cheek and Daichi blowing raspberries on his collarbone, followed by them dragging him out of bed to get dressed, hastily eat breakfast and pile into Daichi's car.
After driving with covered eyes for an hour, they left the car, Asahi still not allowed to look at his surroundings. It smelled like nature and he was getting more confused by the minute.

Carefully, Daichi and Tooru led him across some uneven ground and he became aware of animal sounds around him. Was that a chicken? And a sheep maybe?

Daichi kissed Asahi's cheek. “I'll be right back.”
He could hear Daichi mumbling in a low voice a few meters away, and a scratchy voice replied.

“I think you can take it off now, Asa-chan,” Tooru said and stepped behind him to help undo the scarf around his head.

Asahi opened his eyes to see what was without a doubt a farm. And more importantly, a small, fuzzy creature with clumsy legs and a friendly face.

“Oh my god.” Asahi felt his breaths become shallow. He grasped at air, Daichi now back at his side to quickly grab his hand. “Is this real? Is a baby goat really in front of me right now?”

“It sure is, and you can pet it if you want,” the unfamiliar, scratchy voice said behind him. He whipped around to see a man in his thirties with dark hair, tan skin, and dark eyes, clearly dressed like a farmer.

Quickly, Asahi bowed and introduced himself, as did the farmer, who turned out to be Daichi's cousin.

When Daichi's cousin excused himself and left them with the baby goat, Asahi was quick to point at Daichi accusingly. “Did you plan this?”

Daichi blinked. “Um, yes?”

Asahi ran his fingers through his hair and shot the goat another look. “You know I love baby goats!”

“That's why we're here, love,” Tooru chimed in, “so you can see the baby goat.”

Sighing, Asahi pulled Daichi into a hug. “Thank you.”
He knew that Daichi had a hard time being verbal with his affection, so him having arranged this with his cousin meant a lot. They swayed a little and Asahi kissed Daichi's hair lovingly.

“So I'd totally join you guys right now, but as far as I'm aware Asahi has a goat to pet!”

He did have a goat to pet. Carefully but firmly, Asahi stepped towards the goat, crouching in front of it to gently stroke over its head. It was extremly soft and the baby leaned into his hand.

Asahi turned around to look at his boyfriends. “It's so soft and tiny,” he whispered with wide eyes.

They nodded and, after giving him a few minutes to compose himself in front of the adorable and very small animal, joined him in showering the goat in affection.

Tooru at points crossed over into teasing the goat, while Daichi looked at it proudly every time it made a particularly needy noise. Asahi mostly just marveled at how cute not only the goat, but also his boyfriends interacting with it were.

“Thank you so much guys,” Asahi whispered as if he was scared that the baby goat could here, “I love you.”

“We love you, too, you big idiot,” Tooru replied.

Daichi smiled and pinched Asahi's arm.

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[hatchbacks]

Ship/Character: Kagami/Himuro, Kagami/Himuro/Alex, Alex/Masako, Aomine/Sakurai, Himuro/Nijimura, Aomine/Nijimura
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: potential age gap
Do Not Wants: Adult/minor, omegaverse, Kagami/Kuroko, Nijimura/Akashi

Prompt: "As long as you're alive, wishes will keep being made!" - Takaya Natsuki, Fruits Basket

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[hatchbacks]

Ship/Character: Aomine &/ Momoi, Kagami &/ Himuro, Alex &/ Masako, Himuro &/ Liu, Robo/Tomoya, Gen/Rion, any Robot x Laserbeam ship, Umi/Kotori, Umi &/ Eli
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Robot x Laserbeam, Love Live!
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Yesterday AU?!, or whatever you feel like :)
Do Not Wants: Adult/minor, omegaverse, Kagami/Kuroko, Nijimura/Akashi

Prompt: "You left me standing here, a long long time ago." - The Beatles, The Long and Winding Road

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Asahi/Daichi/Suga, Asahi/any, Oikawa/Iwaizumi, Oikawa/any, Tendou/Ushijima, Tendou/Goshiki, Kagami/Kuroko, Minato/Seiya
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Basuke, Tsurune
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: have fun!!
Do Not Wants: angst w/o happy ending, permanent MCD (feel free to have ghosts and such)
Prompt: “I really don't know what 'I love you' means./I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.” - Neil Gaiman, Dark Sonnet

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years / G

[seijohclub]

Title: fabric printed stars
Ship/Character: oikawa/iwaizumi
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: pining
Other Tags:
Word Count: 136 / 22 lines of poetry
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet



***

There is no looking into the face of the
Moon and ignoring how She stares back;
Oikawa has come to accept this. This is
Her way of forcing him to realize that
love is not devotion, that it is not
unbridled affection.

Love is finding the space most unkempt,
finding that one stained bedsheet & holding it to
his chest until the only thing encircling
Oikawa is the repetition of fabric-printed
stars spelling out
Hajime.

Uncertainty is expected, as it always is when the
Moon is involved.

Questioning the fold of the sheet to
the nightingale singing just beyond the window.

Love is staring at the Moon while wrapped
in the blanket of a childhood best friend
& realizing that he never wants
to leave, but remain between the
unwashed fabric until the
Sun starts to crest over the clouds.

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Nishinoya/Tanaka/Asahi, Nishinoya/any, Hinata/any, Kuroko/Kagami
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Baskuke
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: hijinks ensue
Do Not Wants: angst w/o happy ending, MCD
Prompt: "i Amn just........... a litle creacher. Thatse It . I Canot change this" - peepee the cat

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[tsukisyama]

Ship/Character: Hinata Shouyou & Peepee the cat
Additional Characters: Hinata Shouyou & Kageyama Tobio (mentioned)
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Twitter, Hinata runs the peepee the cat account, overly verbose, i'm sorry
Word Count: 453
Remix Permission: yes

forgive me

***
Being active on Twitter in fall of the year two thousand and eighteen is, for lack of a better term, a complete fucking nightmare. Well, for most people, at least.

As with all broad statements, there are exceptions. And this exception is just about the most exception-like of all exceptions. There is such an apparent dichotomy from the experience of this one,singular twitter user and every other person on the planet, that this exception almost makes the initially presented statement completely evanesce.

Such an exception comes in the form of Shouyou Hinata, Alumni of Karasuno High School, and current member of the MSBY Black Jackals volleyball team.

What makes him such a compelling exception, you ask? What on Earth, Pluto, and within all of the galaxies, black holes, and unidentified space objects in the universe could possibly make Hinata Shouyou so different from the average 2018 twitter user? Well, that answer comes in the form of a cat. Kageyama Tobio’s cat, to be precise.

This cat comes in the form of a certain… online persona, to put it discreetly. It’s extremely popular, and well known for its enrapturing gaze and ability to lull other Twitter users into a state of absolute placated awe. Hinata Shouyou is aware of this, on some level, which is why he takes advantage of such a cat in the best way possible. (Completely objectively speaking.)

When he’s over at Kageyama Tobio’s apartment, (which is all too often, considering the fact that they are certainly not romantically involved. Or… are they? It is difficult to tell between the two of them. Also objectively speaking) Hinata Shouyou takes pictures of said cat, and edits them to be posted online.

The cat’s name is something along the lines of Fluffy, or Snowball, or Fluffycakes, which is why Shouyou uses these images under an alias: Peepee the cat. He makes an account specifically for the account, and waits for the results to come in.

Peepee the cat’s reception, in the first months, were not anything to write home about. Of course, the account gets retweeted by a fair number of accounts, especially considering the lack of followers Peepee’s account has.

So, Hinata Shouyou invents Peepee speak. It takes a while to get used to at first, but the long, exaggerated ellipses in the middle of tweets and phonetic spelling of traditionally easy to spell words certainly made it stand out among the rest of them on the timeline.

One day, the Peepee account posts something simple, elegant, and stunning.

peepee the cat peepeethecat
i Amn just........... a litle creacher. Thatse It . I Canot change this

Chaos ensues.

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[hatchbacks]

Ship/Character: Himuro &/ Kagami, Ishida &/ Haizaki, Aomine &/ Midorima, Aomine &/ Nijimura, Himuro &/ Any, Mayuzumi &/ Any, Takao &/ Any, Izuki &/ Any, Kanako &/ Izumi, Ryo/Mao
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Princess Nine
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: the quote applies to any sport, but baseball AU for knb is more than welcome!
Do Not Wants: Adult/minor, omegaverse, Kagami/Kuroko, Nijimura/Akashi

Prompt: "For Schwartz this formed the paradox at the heart of baseball, or football, or any other sport. You loved it because you considered it an art: an apparently pointless affair, undertaken by people with special aptitude, which sidestepped attempts to paraphrase its value yet somehow seemed to communicate something true or even crucial about The Human Condition." - Chad Harbach, The Art of Fielding

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Miyuki&/Sawamura, Yahaba&/Kyoutani, Alisa&/Saeko&/Miwa(any combo), Konoha&/Any, Osamu&/Akaashi, Any character/ship
Fandom: Haikyuu, Daiya no ace, kuroko no basuke, Hoshiai no sora, Prince of Tennis, Oofuri
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: alcohol (tagging due to content of prompt, isn't necessary in fill), late night alleyways? mid-morning hangovers? coming down from overwhelming moments? whatever catches your fancy
Do Not Wants: present-abuse (past is okay as long as tagged)

Prompt:Won't you help me sober up
All the big kids they got drunk
And I wanna feel something again
(My favorite color is you)
-Sober - AJR

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

[hazazel_27]

Title: i wanna feel something again
Ship/Character: Yahaba/Kyoutani
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol, Hinted past issues
Word Count: 742
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

had way too much fun with this, may turn it into a multichap !

***

Kentarou sits there, under the street light, and he drinks his beer slowly.
Well, it has beer in it. The rest of it is a mix of vodka and probably rum. It tastes as bad as you’d imagine. He wants to scream but he’s standing right beneath someone’s window - and he knows that someone. The address is one he knows by heart, but he’s lost his phone somewhere between his third beer and whatever that sweet-tasting drink was. There isn’t a single reason he’d spend his last coins on a phone booth for a number that, strangely enough, he also knows by heart, but doesn’t remember who it belongs to.
Another swing of the not-exactly-beer makes him retch. He can hear the echo of police sirens and he prays they won’t arrest him for jaywalking, struggling to catch his breath, when the window opens.
“Shit. Ken- Kyoutani. What are you doing here ?”
“The fuck, how do you know my name ?” he mumbles without looking up.
“You’re more drunk than I thought, then. Jeez, you have the strongest stomach out of everyone I know except myself, how’d’you get like this ?”
This makes Kentarou look up at last. Yahaba fucking Shigeru is leaning over the windowsill and looking at him with knotted brows. He’s as beautiful as Kentarou remembers, cupcake hair and all, although the years have lent him some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. That’s why he knows this address, this number. You never forget the first person who dumped you.
“I’ll open the door,” Yahaba sighs at last, “I’m-”
“Third floor, left door.”
“You remember.”
“Of course, you fucking dumbass. I used to live here.”
Kentarou did live here, a few years ago. Before the alcohol, before Tamaki, before he became a mess. Before he ruined it all and Yahaba, beautiful, fierce, enraged Yahaba, couldn’t take it anymore. Kentarou has never regretted something so much except perhaps coming here tonight. He walks to Yahaba’s flat nonetheless, and doesn’t even have to knock on the door before it opens.
“Kyou, what are you doing here ?” From up close, Yahaba looks old and tired. The wrinkles aren’t just around his eyes, they map his face harshly under the bleak light of the corridor. “Come on in. I must still have shirts you fit into.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Kentarou mutters. “Just let me go like you did last time.”
“You left,” Yahaba retorts. “And I’ve always regretted not calling you back.”
“Really ?” Kentarou can’t help the sarcasm that seeps into his words. “Didn’t seem like it.” He immediately regrets saying that, but thankfully, Yahaba doesn’t react, other than handing him a large glass of water.
It’s the glass with a picture of Kita, Kentarou’s dog. She passed away about three years into their relationship, and Yahaba was hit hard, since he’d never had any pets before. The fact that he still has that glass - something in him breaks, and Kentarou feels tears roll down his cheeks, one after the other, until he’s sobbing silently, slumped on the kitchen counter.
Yahaba comes back with a clean set of pyjamas and a toothbrush. “The bathroom is all yours. Just wait a second for the tub to fill.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Kentarou repeats.
“I want to. Bath should be ready. I’m reheating curry for you, and then you’ll sleep.”
Kentarou nods, and walks to the bathroom without a word. He is quick, not daring to stay long in case he falls asleep - his eyelids weigh a ton each and he’s about to pass out. He wolfs down the curry in silence, and settles on the couch with the spare blanket - the pink one, with little bees. Goodness, he loved this blanket, and it makes his heart ache that Yahaba remembers. He pretends to fall asleep, not answering Yahaba when he softly calls Kentarou’s name. After he’s done cleaning up the kitchen, he sits down next to Kentarou on the couch, careful not to disturb him.
It takes Kentarou a few minutes to realise Yahaba is crying. His hand is clenched in the blanket, inches away from Kentarou’s hand, and he can barely quiet down his tears. “I’m sorry,” he keeps repeating. “Fuck, Ken, I’m so sorry. I’ve missed you so much… Please never leave.”
Kentarou falls asleep to this bitter lullaby, but just before he drifts out of consciousness, he promises himself that he won’t make the same mistake again.

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Oikawa/Hinata, Oikawa/any, Goshiki/Tendou/Ushijima, Goshiki/any, Kagami/Kuroko
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Basuke
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: is it volleyball?, is it something else?, the choice is yours
Do Not Wants: angst w/o happy ending, MCD
Prompt: "This is the greatest show!" - The Greatest Show, The Greatest Showman

FILL: Team Setter Squad, G

[lilija_yuuzel]

Title: magic trick
Ship/Character: Oikawa/Hinata
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: N/A
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Hinata is the type of person to fall in love with a street magician on sight.
Is he amazed at Oikawa or the actual trick? You decide.

***

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Asahi/Daichi/Suga, Asahi/Oikawa, Asahi/any, Hinata/Kenma/Kageyama, Nishinoya/Tanaka, Kuroko/Kagami, Aomine/Momoi, Kise/any, Minato/any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Basket, Tsurune
Major Tags:
Additional Tags: Doctor Who AU??, or less literal is also good, i wanna see where this one goes, poly welcome
Do Not Wants: Angst w/o happy ending, Kirisaki Daiichi
Prompt: "Just this once, everybody lives." - The ninth Doctor (Christopher Eccleston), Doctor Who

FILL: Team Home Run, G

[buni_emoji]

Title:  Best laid plans
Ship/Character: Daichi&Ennoshita&Suga&Semi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: TAZ AU, TAZ Balance spoilers
Word Count: 576
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

I read the quote and my brain immediately went to Adventure Zone. I dunno either.
***


“I can’t do this. I can’t not again.” Ennoshita refuses, the transparent bubble surrounding him shimmering in the light emanating from his staff.

”We have to. You know we do, we just need to get to the ship and then we can start over again somewhere else.” Daichi stands at his full height looking up at him challengingly.

”If we leave we’re destroying this world and damning them all. Is that what you want Daichi?” Ennoshita counters.

”And if we stay here then we all die and it’s all for naught.” Daichi reminds him with one hand on his spaceship.”The world is destroyed and we die along with it. That bubble of your /might/ protect them, but what happens if it doesn’t. Then we’re dead too and the Hunger wins, is that what you want?”

”But what if my bubble does work? Then we’ll be safe.” Ennoshita insists not letting down the sphere around him.

While those two were going back and forth the other people in the room were looking at them in various stages of concern. Team Sweep Flips, Hana and Kiyoko were barricading the door so nothing could get in but had their eyes glued to the exchange. Kageyama, the boy genius, looked terrified knowing that if they flew away his world would end right then and there. “Senpai?”

That was enough to jostle the wizard out of their stupor. “No. Daichi, Chikara we don’t need to do this, there’s always a third option. Just this once. Just this once we need to make sure everyone lives!”

As if hearing their wizard speak jolted the other two int action. “Koushi’s right!” Bokuto says trying not to trip over his own axe and back him up. “There’s gotta be something else we can do. We can’t just destroy this world.”

”Yea!” Oikawa points out, “We’ve spent so much time on this planet, I don’t want to just let it get destroyed without working to save it.”

The liech overhead sends a ghostly thumbs up to his twin. “I’m technically already dead but he’s got a point.”

”Semi you are literally an elf shaped ball of magic, that’s not exactly dead.” Suga bickers back.

”I’m incorporeal dingus, so technically I’m a ghost.”

”Ghosts can move chairs, can you move a chair?”

”I can cast a fireball on your-”

Daichi clears his throat before the twins start. “And how do you expect us to do that. The hunger will be here any minute and quite frankly I don’t see how now is different from any other time.”

”I’ve got an idea, it involves both Chikaras barrier and Daichis ship but if it works we can save this world and every other world from the Hunger for good.” Suga says with such convection that it gets Ennoshita to drop his barrier.

”Alright Suga, tell us your plan.” Ennoshita asks still looking weary,

”Gladly.” Suga says before filling everyone in the room in on his plan.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[kousanoes]

Ship/Character: Nishinoya Yuu, Goshiki Tsutomu, Any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Any
Major Tags: Major Character Death (if you choose to go that route..?)
Additional Tags: the character death is entirely optional, no need to take it seriously
Do Not Wants: NSFW, A/B/O

Prompt: "People die if they are killed." - Emiya Shirou, Fate/Stay Night

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

[hazazel_27]

Title: people die when they are killed, you know
Ship/Character: Asahi & Noya
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Minor character death, Blood, Agender Asahi, kind of Crack ?
Word Count: 919
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

this is a fun AU to write

***

“People die if they are killed, Noya.”
“I know that ! I just-”
“Didn’t expect a normal human body to have such low tolerance to pain ?”
Yuu grumbles. He knows Asahi is right, but they’re also a big baby, and this line of business has nothing to offer to big babies. Which is maybe why most of their clients do not know that, in fact, the huge menacing dandy standing by the main door isn’t here to guard said main door. He’s here because he’s claustrophobic and the office is underground.
Nishinoya Yuu is, as few people guess, a professional private detective. He is hired by people who have money and grudges, and he usually helps having said grudges be… settled, if you can say so.
Permanently settled.
He doesn’t understand what Asahi is doing here with him - the gentle giant is scared of blood and killing, both very important components of the job, but they’ve stuck through five years of gruelling work and countless thankless contracts. If there was anything to justify that, it’d be the pay. Their services cost a hefty amount of money, illegality will often do that, so they’ve been living comfortably in a little two bedroom apartment with the main room’s window facing south and a rice cooker.
“Noya, just, please, next time, don’t make me clean up,” Asahi sighs, and they turn around to continue filing the paperwork for the case Yuu just settled. Ha.
“Hey, tonight, I’ll cook,” Yuu offers gently. He doesn’t want Asahi to feel bad. They’ve been somewhat friends for ages, business associates for almost as long, and he doesn’t wanna mess that up for a little mopping of blood. Asahi nods gingerly (they hate cooking, though their efforts pay more than Yuu’s do). “Asahi, can you give me that red file ? I think I got a lead here.”
The rest of the afternoon goes by quietly, barely interrupted by talking - and if so, about the cases they’re studying only. It’s night out when they both realise how late it’s gotten, Yuu and Asahi’s stomachs rumbling in unison.
“If ‘lmao’ was a sound, I’d make it now,” Yuu says, voice bright and energetic, even at this hour.
“You say the weirdest things,” is all Asahi answers, and they start packing their bag for the trip home. Hopefully, the buses are still running.
The buses have stopped running. Yuu curses and kicks a street light - before regretting it bitterly as pain erupts in his big toe. It’s probably bleeding all over his sock, shit.
“It’s ok, we don’t live that far,” Asahi tries to say, but their eyes are darting all around like they expect to be attacked any minute now.
Strangely enough, Yuu spots them first. The three men are lurking not far from their flat, and turn to face them as soon as they get into view. “Let’s walk a little more,” he says, to try and steer Asahi away.
“I don’t wanna walk a little more. Is something the matter ?” Asahi sports them then, and they immediately tense. “You know what ?” they say, voice high pitched, “let’s.”
The men start to follow them, probably thinking they’re going to their building. It’d be bad to assault them in an open space like their street. Yuu walks calmly, perhaps a little fast, and he only stops when his wandering leads them to a dead end. Asahi swallows audibly, and they both spin to face their stalkers.
“Y’all’re makin’t easy peasy for us,” one of the men says, accent thick and hand on his hip. “Dinnit even ha’to run.”
“I understand nothing of what you’re saying,” Yuu replies. He’s not about to get intimidated with subpar villany. “Dear colleague, stay behind me,” he adds, turning towards Asahi. “I’ll take care of them.”
Yuu certainly didn’t expect a blow to hit his head so hard he sees stars, and the last thing he remembers is Asahi’s high-pitched wail, and the laughter of Mr Accent.
When he comes back to his senses, Yuu has a little trouble parsing out what happened from the scene laid out in front of him. Asahi is sitting next to him, and he has his head in their lap, their hand brushing his hair out of his forehead every so often. Yuu blinks, blinks again, and says, “Asahi, am I-”
“I, uh. You see, uh, people, hm, people die when they are killed.”
“That’s my Asahi !” Yuu is beaming - the gentle giant is apparently not so gentle. Then he frowns. “You’ve been hiding your superpowers all along and you let me do all the hard work ? You bastard !”
“I didn’t lie when I said I hate blood and violence,” is all Asahi says before hauling the both of them up, and half carrying Yuu to their apartment. He’s gonna have a nasty headache soon, he knows it. A concussion, maybe.
When they’re finally home, Asahi starts making dinner while Yuu washes the blood and the cold sweat that made his whole body clammy. They eat in silence, barely awake, and Asahi actually hovers over him anxiously until he’s safe in bed.
“Hey,” they start softly. I got really worried there.”
“Hey,” Yuu answers, a sleepy smile on his face. “Good job out there, gentle giant.”
“Stop it with that nickname,” Asahi mutters, but they’re smiling too now.
The last thing Yuu feels before falling asleep is Asahi’s hand carding through his hair, and the feeling of safety and warmth that comes with knowing you can rely on someone.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Toma&/Maki, Miyuki&/Sawamura, Sawamura&/Any, Yukimura&/Sanada, Bokuto&/Akaashi, Konoha&/Any, Any that fits the theme,
Fandom: Haikyuu, Daiya no ace, Prince of Tennis, Hoshiai no sora, Chihayafuru, Oofuri,
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Weakness, acceptance, headcanons welcome
Do Not Wants: Atsumu/Sakusa, incest

Prompt: "You are the first person to accept my weakness."
- Summer Troupe, Act! Addict! Actors! (A3!)

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, G

[joshllyman]

Title: the worst of it
Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Additional Characters: a mention of Ushijima Wakatoshi, a mention of Udai Tenma
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: a brief mention of suicidal ideation, depression, anxiety, ADHD, Bokuto has all those things, nonbinary Akaashi Keiji
Word Count: 967
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

projecting my own mental illness onto my favorite character? it's more likely than you think

***

“You are the first person to accept my weakness.” —Summer Troupe, Act! Addict! Actors! (A3!)

---

Some days it’s hard for Koutarou to get out of bed.

He’s been awake for several hours already, having blinked his eyes open sometime before the sun rose. Next to him, Keiji is only just beginning to stir. Usually by now he’s gone on his morning run and is fixing himself a protein shake in the kitchen. It’s the whir of the blender that usually spurs Keiji out of bed. Today he’s counted the ceiling tiles thrice over and contemplated why he’s even alive.

On a good day, his brain is just slow enough to let him keep up with it. On a bad one, it either moves so quickly that it makes him anxious, the ever evolving thoughts creating a chain of what-ifs that he’s unable to answer, or it fixates on a single thought and refuses to move on. Today is the latter kind.

“Kou?” Keiji mumbles, not quite lifting their head from the pillow. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah,” Koutarou answers. His voice sounds strange, even to himself.

It’s enough to cause Keiji to open their eyes sharply. Their gaze pierces him. “What’s wrong?”

Koutarou knows better than to lie. Keiji will see right through him, as they always do. Instead he opts for a swerve. “Nothing I can’t handle. You have a deadline today, right?”

“It’s nothing that can’t be handled without me. Koutarou, talk to me.”

Koutarou swallows. Keiji is sitting up. Koutarou has always loved their bedhead. Their hair goes extra fluffy in sleep, so that when they wake it makes a large crown around their skull. The first time they’d stayed the night, Koutarou had giggled so much that Keiji hit him with a pillow, which had led to an all-out pillow war.

Even that memory can’t bring a smile to his lips just now.

“I’m just tired, I think,” Koutarou says, which isn’t the whole truth but it’s definitely part of it. He rolls over enough to rest his forehead against Keiji’s thigh. “Guess I didn’t sleep too well.”

Keiji runs their hands through his hair. “How long have you been awake?”

“A few hours.”

“And you didn’t go for your run?”

“Nah.”

Keiji sighs, and Koutarou winces. He’s disappointed them; he’s certain of it. If he’s not in his best shape, he can’t play volleyball anymore, and if he isn’t playing volleyball, who is he, anyway? Certainly not anyone worthy of Keiji. Incredible, talented, intelligent, handsome, hard-working Keiji. Koutarou curls up more tightly into a ball.

“Kou,” Keiji says. Their voice sounds far away, like it’s on the outside of the voice in his head telling him he’s not good enough. Koutarou balls his hands into fists. He’s spent his whole life dedicating himself to his sport, and for what? He’ll have to retire in a few years, when his body starts to break down, or sooner if he happens to get hurt. He’d seen it happen to Ushijima already: someone who was in his prime, cut down too soon. But Ushijima had his farm to fall back on, and he’s doing just fine now. Koutarou has no other skills, has never worried about anything outside of sports, and when the inevitable comes, he’ll have nothing to go on. His friends won’t want anything to do with such a loser, and Keiji—Keiji will leave—

“Koutarou.”

Keiji’s voice is firmer this time, and Koutarou looks up. His head feels heavy.

“I’m sorry,” he manages.

He feels like he should be crying, but he isn’t. Keiji sighs and touches his face.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” they murmur.

“But I’m—like this,” Koutarou says, gesturing at himself. “I can’t even get up, I’m so stuck in my own head, I’m worthless, Keiji, why do you even bother with me?”

Keiji frowns. Koutarou hates that, but he deserves it. He deserves every bit of Keiji’s wrath, of their disappointment, of their hatred—

“I love you, Koutarou,” Keiji says. “I love you more than anything or anyone I’ve ever known. I know sometimes it’s hard to feel, but it keeps being true whether your brain believes it or not. And I’ll keep showing you, alright? As many times as you need, for the rest of our lives.”

Koutarou bites his lip. “The rest of our lives?” he repeats.

Keiji’s face softens. “I did marry you, you know. I believe it was even my own suggestion.”

Koutarou takes a deep breath. It’s easier when he’s looking at Keiji, when Keiji’s clear gaze is focused on him. It can’t make everything stop, but it helps.

“I’m texting Udai-san,” Keiji says, reaching over for their phone. “We’ll both take the day off. It’s been a while since we stayed home together, hm?”

“Yeah,” Koutarou agrees in a small voice.

Keiji grins, and there’s a hint of wickedness to it. “I’m a terrible influence on you, Akaashi-san. Talking you into playing hooky.”

Koutarou smiles, his lips turning up just a little. “The worst.”

Keiji leans over and presses a long, slow kiss to his forehead. “I’m gonna go find some food,” they say. “And meds, and coffee. And then we can do whatever you want today, alright?”

“Alright,” Koutarou says. “If you want to.”

“I really, really do,” Keiji says.

They kiss him once more and go out to the kitchen. Koutarou rolls onto his back and counts the ceiling tiles again. It’s not quite as bad as it was before, the noise in his head. It’ll never be gone all the way, but it’s good to have someone to remind him that those voices are lying. Keiji is good at that. Keiji will always be there to hold his hand through the worst of it. For right now, that’s enough.

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Hinata/any, Goshiki/any, Bokuto/Akaashi, Bokuto/any, Kagami/Kuroko, Shuu/any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Basuke, Tsurune
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: n/a
Do Not Wants: MCD, angst w/o happy ending
Prompt: "We're the heirs to the glimmering world." - The Geese of Beverly Road, The National

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi &/ anyone, Bokuto Koutarou &/ anyone, Akaashi Keiji&/Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou&/Kageyama Tobio&/Kozume Kenma, Sawamura Daichi &/ anyone, Sugawara Koushi &/ anyone, Miyuki Kazuya &/ Sawamura Eijun, Furuya Satoru &/ Miyuki Kazuya, Furuya Satoru &/ Sawamura Eijun, Miyuki Kazuya &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu, Sawamura Eijun &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no A
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: polyam always welcome
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt: If I said I was sorry for always being underwater, would you stay? from "The Pull of You" by the National

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[tsukisyama]

Title: sorry for always being underwater
Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Pining, Miyuki POV
Word Count: 439
Remix Permission: yes :)

i'm caught up in my miyusawa feels tonight....

***

He thinks about kissing Sawamura at practice again today.

It’s stupid, how much Kazuya thinks about it - about Sawamura - when they’re on the field together. They’re supposed to be paying attention to the team they’re skirmishing against, or their own side’s defense, or how biased the umpires will be during the next game for real.

Kazuya shouldn’t be thinking about Sawamura’s lips against his own. Nor should he be thinking about pressing Sawamura against the wall next to the water cooler the next time they’re in the dugout, nor holding Sawamura close the next time they win an elimination game, so they can look just normal enough for everyone else’s prying eyes.

It’s hard to operate on shoulds and should nots, though - Kazuya knows this from years of disciplining himself into the best baseball player he could ever hope to become.

So he swallows his warmth, and attempts to ignore it.

---

Kazuya takes an average of 1.91 seconds to throw a runner out at second from home base.

It turns out, there’s a lot of looking a catcher can do in 1.91 seconds, after they’ve thrown a liner to catch the lead runner. And when Sawamura’s involved, Kazuya finds looking in his direction is completely involuntary.

This time, things Kazuya visualizes have nothing to do with baseball. He thinks of domestic mornings together - of cooking for Sawamura, of chiding him for sleeping past ten thirty on a weekday, of curling into each others’ warmth while watching rainfall against a foggy window.

Kazuya knows he’s in deep; he’s in trouble.

There’s nothing he can do about it.

---

The practice ends, and he still hasn’t stopped thinking about leaving kisses against Sawamura’s skin.

Kazuya’s thoughts and feelings are intertwining now, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

When they head to the dugout, Kazuya avoids Sawamura, avoids the wall next to the water cooler.

---

In his head, Kazuya likens being in love with Sawamura to trying to breathe underwater. It feels impossible. He’ll never be able to do it without being within an inch of losing all the air in his lungs.

And yet, like a child who’s never swam in his life, he still wants to do it in spite of the risk. It would be so easy, so simple for Kazuya to lower his head under the water’s surface and take the biggest, most dangerous breath he’s ever breathed.

It’s difficult for him to put into words; he’s never felt this way about anyone before.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[kousanoes]

Ship/Character: Nishinoya Yuu, Kita Shinsuke, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Eijun, Kuramochi Youichi, any character with a grandparent/a strong parental figure, any character with a sibling, any character with canon family at all p much
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace, Any
Major Tags: None.
Additional Tags: family
Do Not Wants: NSFW, incest, A/B/O
Prompt: "Every seven-year-old deserves a superhero. That's just how it is." - My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry, Fredrik Backman

FILL : TEAM STARMATES, T

[hibari1_chan]

Title: Impressions
Ship/Character: Hinata centric
Additional Characters: Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, Takeda I guess
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: first meetings, BnHA AU, platonic I guess, swearing ??
Word Count: 544 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

The prompt is only basically a way to get this self indulgent piece hope it's fine..

***

Shōyō couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. The UA student stood proudly in front of his peers, somehow still standing out despite being a head shorter than them. The crowd in the terraces was going wild as he walked to the stage, and when he finally had his Gold medal around his neck, the seven-year old ginger cheered with them.

----

He took a deep breath at the classroom’s door. He needed to make a perfect debut by leaving a good first impression. Surely heroes, even wannabe ones, wouldn’t be interested in nor impressed by the buzzing mess he had been the whole way here from his house. Tugging on the tie of his uniform one last time, he straightened himself and slid the door open with a loud bang.

“GOOD MORNING, NICE TO MEET YOU MY NAME IS HINATA SHŌYŌ HOPE WE’LL GET ALONG”

He bowed deeply only to realise, once he had lifted his head, that the room was actually empty. He didn’t have the time to process before he heard a voice behind him.

“Wa~~h, that sure was embarrassing.”

Blushing furiously, he turned around and lifted his glare high. The boy in front of him was tall, a malicious smirk plastered on his face, eyes full of pity behind thin frames. Shōyō squinted his eyes more at the hostile display and was about to yell when he heard a soft, frantic voice.

“Tsukki ! What did you say ?”

On his right, a horrified freckled face came into view.

“I’m so sorry about him ! I promise it’s just his sense of humour, he isn’t a bad person at all ! Whatever he told you, please don’t take it to heart.”

A strange sense of calmness took over the ginger.

The boy bowed while the blond meanie rolled his eyes.

“Yamaguchi, stop that. You don’t have to apologise for me.”

The dark-haired boy sent a small smile to the still pouting blond before looking back at him.

“Hi ! I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi, class 1-F, Support course, and this is Tsukishima Kei, your classmate.”

Embarrassed for reasons beyond his understanding, he fidgeted.

“I’m Hinata Shōyō, class 1-A Hero course.”

The blond boy sighed deeply.

“Shrimp, could you move inside already instead of blocking the way ? The line is getting long outside.”

He glanced in the general direction but couldn’t see past the two friends into the hallway. At this exact moment, Yamaguchi disappeared from his line of sight and a scowling, scary face with the deepest, bluest eyes he had ever seen replaced it.

The boy, however, upon seeing him, looked confused.

“Are you lost ?”

The loud, echoing laugh of Tsukishima did nothing to ease his obfuscation.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY !?”

In his anger, he flexed his knees and released, feet leaving the ground.

Oops.

His eyes widened as he realised his mistake and just had the time to see the same expression mirrored in everyone’s face before his head hit the ceiling and he crashed on the floor.

He groaned in pain.

“Oh my God ! Are you okay ??”

The ginger turned in the direction of the voice. The man looked older. Probably their homeroom teacher then.

Great. As far as first impressions went, he was fairly sure he couldn’t have done more iconic.

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Asahi/Daichi/Suga, Goshiki/Tendou/Ushijima, Kagami/Kuroko/Kise, any
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: bring on y'all's OT3s!!!, don't overmuch worry about the pronouns
Do Not Wants: MCD, angst w/o happy ending
Prompt: "I will love you like there's razors in it/And she'll love you like a radiant flame." - Hey, Rosey, The National

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi &/ anyone, Bokuto Koutarou &/ anyone, Akaashi Keiji&/Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou&/Kageyama Tobio&/Kozume Kenma, Sawamura Daichi &/ anyone, Sugawara Koushi &/ anyone, Miyuki Kazuya &/ Sawamura Eijun, Furuya Satoru &/ Miyuki Kazuya, Furuya Satoru &/ Sawamura Eijun, Miyuki Kazuya &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu, Sawamura Eijun &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu, any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no A, any
Major Tags: major character death, if that's where you choose to go
Additional Tags: polyam always welcome, if you can figure out a way to make this not angst i applaud you
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt: I am drowning/there is no sight of land/you are going down with me/hand in unlovable hand from "No Children" by the Mountain Goats

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[hatchbacks]

Title: circle the drain
Ship/Character: Nijimura/Himuro
Additional Characters: Kagami (mentioned)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: drowning-related imagery, swearing, set while they’re both in LA
Word Count: 418
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

***

It’s hard to resist the urge to flail and grab onto the nearest thing and prolong the inevitable, instead of just letting yourself sink down to the bottom where you belong. That’s why he pushes people away, so he doesn’t drag them down with him, so he doesn’t get them caught up in his clutches and circling the drain. It’s his own fault. It’s his own burden. To reach for something else is to deny the way he’s fucked up, or to say at the least that it’s a small enough fuckup that he deserves another chance.

He’d deserved another chance, maybe, when his fist had tightened as Taiga jumped higher than should be possible, when he’d challenged Taiga, even perhaps when he was about to yell at him. But instead of stepping back, he’d rushed forward and obliterated everything left of Taiga’s trust in him, everything left of him that was worth anything.

Shuu disagrees, but Shuu doesn’t know what happened, and Tatsuya both wants and doesn’t want to tell him. He’s got a right to know. Maybe it would change his mind, if he knew the specifics.

The worst part of Tatsuya doesn’t want him to change his mind. He doesn’t want to be alone. He wants to grab on tight to Shuu with both arms and cry on his shoulder and drag him down under the ocean current as the undertow drags them out towards the Eastern Hemisphere. He wants to tell Shuu and have Shuu be okay with it anyway, have his cake and eat it. This is more than he deserves, after all that he’s done, after Taiga and after everything else, the fights he’s picked for no reason and the days spent loathing himself and clenching his fists until his fingernails leave dents in his palms, stealing Shuu away from his family and schoolwork for a night and another night and another after that so they can take joyrides up the mountains or over toward the beach, lie out in the sand and see the stars when they squint through the light pollution. And Tatsuya can stay silent a little longer, let the guilt eat him up from the inside when Shuu’s finger traces over his hand and up his wrist. Push it off, a few feet a way, just a bit more, and give the guilt a fighting chance to get him before he drowns in everything else. Give Shuu a chance to decide for himself to get out of this.

Prompt: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[transcrows]

Ship/Character: Asahi/any, Kagami/Kuroko, Minato/any, any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko No Basket, Tsurune
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: bring! on! the! self-worth! issues!
Do Not Wants: MCD
Prompt: "I'm the rocks they weigh down the angels with." - Hey, Rosey, The National

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi &/ anyone, Bokuto Koutarou &/ anyone, Akaashi Keiji&/Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou&/Kageyama Tobio&/Kozume Kenma, Sawamura Daichi &/ anyone, Sugawara Koushi &/ anyone, Miyuki Kazuya &/ Sawamura Eijun, Furuya Satoru &/ Miyuki Kazuya, Furuya Satoru &/ Sawamura Eijun, Miyuki Kazuya &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu, Sawamura Eijun &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu, any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no A, any
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: polyam always welcome
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt: I love you more than the world can contain in its lonely and ramshackle head from "John My Beloved" by Sufjan Stevens

FILL : TEAM STARMATES, T

[hibari1_chan]

Title: More than it can contain
Ship/Character: Kageyama/Hinata
Additional Characters: Romero, Hoshiumi
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Manga spoilers, pining idiots (my brand), fluff
Word Count: 910 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Hope it's fine

***

The last whistle resonated in the familiar stadium as their first game since his return ended. Shôyô turned brightly to his teammates, ecstatic at their victory against the defending champions. He hugged them all, even Sakusa who looked two seconds away from murdering him before he pulled down wisely and, with no teammate left, turned to the players on the other side of the net expectantly.

Instead of meeting deep blue like he had wanted, he was intercepted by star player Nicola Romero, good-natured smile on despite his loss and hand opened for a handshake.

“Good match.”

His eyes brightened and he hastily took the hand to shake it vigorously.

“Romero-san !! It was a good game, thank you very much !”

The Brazilian’s eyes widened at the Portuguese and excitedly responded in turn.

“Thanks to you, Ninja Shôyô ! I’ve heard so much about you from my son, he’s a fan and I would love to come back with an autograph from you for him.”

“Of course !”

They were interrupted by the other Adler members but Shôyô was frantically looking around for Kageyama who seemed nowhere to be found. Before he could excuse himself, the referee urged them to line up and shake the opponent's’ hand.

As he was holding Hoshiumi’s, he glanced at Kageyama.

God, he really looked good. Especially in this uniform. He would have prefered seeing him in black, but Shôyô knew he was biased.

He only looked away when he felt a hand on his and the wing spiker was holding back a laugh.

“Hinata, it’s fine, you can let my hand go.”

He dropped it like it had burnt him and smiled nervously.

“Sorry, sorry. I just got distracted for a second. First full match in a National team and first win, you know ?”

Hoshiumi looked at him with amusement.

“Sure. Well, friendly advice but if you wanna meet with your distraction then you better be quick because he has already left.”

Shôyô felt his stomach drop.

“What ?!”

He searched the grounds but Kageyama was, in fact, nowhere to be seen.

“He left in that direction, if you’re quick you might just catch up to him.”

Shôyô thanked the white-haired professional player and went out running in the direction he had given him.

For someone so unnecessarily tall, he sure was hard to find. He suddenly saw the jacket with KAGEYAMA written in bold letters on the back and he called out to him.

“KAGEYAMA !!”

The setter stopped in his tracks but he didn’t turn to meet his gaze and Shôyô frowned in confusion. He caught up to him in seconds, thanks to his athletic training and planted himself in front of his former high school teammate.

He sighed affectionately.

“Kageyama.”

The dark-haired boy gulped down, still refusing to meet his gaze, mouth turned downwards in distaste.

“Hey, what’s up ? Why are you ignoring me ?”

He finally looked down at him, frowning.

“Me ? I’m not ignoring you, dumbass. You’re the one who’s been spending all this time with everyone and their mothers and kept refusing to look at me.”

“What are you talking about ?! It was friendly after game chats, I was always going to come talk to you.”

Realisation flashed in blue eyes.

“Oh. Really ?”

He now looked embarrassed and Shôyô melted at the cute display.

“Of course, dumbass. It’s been so long, I wanted to save the better for last.”

Kageyama was blushing.
“You think I’m the best ?”

“Of course ! You know I was going to ask you if you wanted to go eat after. Just the two of us.”

“Sure, where-”

“As in a date.”

The setter stopped talking instantly, only staring at him with rounded eyes.

“As in a very romantic date. Because of the huge feelings I have had for you for awhile now.”

“...you have feelings for me ?”

“Kageyama, I flew across the world to train harshly for two years in a country I knew nothing about so that I could be at your level. So that we could keep playing volleyball together to our heart’s content, until our muscled scream in pain and our bones break from old age. I mean, of course I also did that for me, because I love volleyball. But I flew back. I flew back when I had finally made a name for myself in the beach volley world and offers were coming for me left and right. I came back to gamble on a National career in volleyball here in Japan because that’s where you were. And I wanted a chance, no matter how slim of a chance or how far in the future, for you to toss to me again in an official match.”

Shôyô paused to take a deep breath. He took Kageyama’s hands in his.

“I know that this is probably jumping the gun a little bit much but I don’t want to waste any time now that I can stand besides you at this stage we’ve dreamt of. I love you, Tobio. I’m in love with you. So much that sometimes I feel like my heart can barely contain it all and will burst under the pressure.”

God, he looked so cute with his blush going all the way down to his neck, and he fought the urge to kiss him.

“So, Tobio, will you out with me ?”

He felt the setter squeeze his hands in turn and, with an adorably constipated face, he nodded.

“Of course I will, dumbass.”

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[kousanoes]

Ship/Character: Nishinoya Yuu /& Azumane Asahi, Miyuki Kazuya /& Sawamura Eijun, Kuroo Tetsurou /& Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutarou /& Akaashi Keiji, Murasakibara Atsushi /& Himuro Tatsuya, Any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace, Kuroko no Basuke, Any
Major Tags: None.
Additional Tags: graduation?
Do Not Wants: NSFW, A/B/O

Prompt: "It's foolhardy to think that a story ends." - Madeleine Thien, Do Not Say We Have Nothing

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

[transcrows]

Title: end/begin
Ship/Character: Bokuto/Akaashi
Additional Characters: Bokuto's noncanon moms
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: i love the second button tradition so much, nonbinary akaashi
Word Count: 859
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

somehow this is my first bokuaka??

***

“You did it!” Akaashi says, the tears in their eyes mirroring Bokuto’s own.

“We did it!” Bokuto says, throwing his arms around Akaashi.

“We?” Akaashi asks. “You’re the one graduating.” They curse the words as they come out of their mouth. Bokuto is graduating, he’s leaving, he’s leaving them behind. This is the end.

“I could never have done it without you,” Bokuto says, and squeezes them a little tighter.
Akaashi hugs back, then notices the glances they’re getting. “Bokuto-san, people are looking.”

“Let them look,” Bokuto says, and nuzzles his head into the crook of Akaashi’s neck.

“We...look, it’s your parents.”

Bokuto’s mothers beam at him.

“You did so good, Koutarou,” one says, the one with short black hair chopped neatly at her chin, who’s directed Akaashi to just call her Mom.

“We’re so incredibly proud of you,” the other says. Her long brown hair is pulled back in a
low bun. She goes by Mama to Bokuto, and has instructed Akaashi to call her the same.

Neither of them have convinced them to call them anything but Bokuto-san. But right now, as always, really, there’s only one Bokuto who matters, the one who’s pulling away from Akaashi slowly and glancing back at them to make sure they follow as he runs up to his moms.
“We’re taking you for yakiniku!” his mama says with a wide smile on her face.

“You too, Akaashi-kun,” his mom adds on, throwing an arm around Bokuto and pointing at Akaashi.

“I have--I mean,” Akaashi starts. They never quite have gotten used to being so effortlessly included.

“You have to come, right?” Bokuto says. He turns his big eyes on Akaashi, pleading, and Akaashi’s plans to go home and cry about losing their first love are abruptly curtailed.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Akaashi settles on saying, smiling softly at Bokuto.

“Good, because you won’t!” Bokuto’s mom says. She grins.

“You can get anything you want, right Mama? Our treat!” Bokuto turns the same begging gaze on his mama, and unsurprisingly, she melts.

“You two both can,” she says, and reaches out to ruffle Bokuto’s hair.

“Hey! I worked on this!” Bokuto says, pulling away but grinning at her. He grabs her arm and pulls her into a three-person hug. They embrace for a moment before Bokuto wiggles his way out of the hug.

“Okay, enough mushy stuff. I’m gonna go say goodbye to everybody! Come on, Akaashi!” Bokuto grabs their hand and pulls them out of the room and through the school.

“Where are we going, Bokuto-san?” Akaashi asks. They’re a bit perplexed, as everyone Bokuto would want to say goodbye to was in the room, with only a few students having drifted out.

“Behind the school,” Bokuto says.

“Why?” Akaashi says. Bokuto keeps pulling them, insistent but gentle.

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” Bokuto says.

This is the last time they’ll walk through the school with Bokuto. So much fanfare for so cruel an ending.

Bokuto pulls them out the door and looks around.

“Good, good, no one’s around. Not that--I’d do this in front of the whole school. I just thought that maybe you’d prefer it to be private.”

This is goodbye.

Bokuto lets go of their hand and stands in front of them awkwardly, and Akaashi can almost see him deflate. “I dunno, maybe this was a bad idea. I--I mean, fuck.”

“What’s a bad idea, Bokuto-san? You know I won’t judge.” Akaashi lays a hand on their arm.

“Not really,” they amend, remembering the million times they’ve gently ribbed him for one thing or another.

Bokuto takes a deep breath, staring at the ground. “I got you something. To thank you for helping me study, and for helping me on the court, and just for...being yourself.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” Akaashi says.

“No, I really did,” Bokuto says. “I’m not..I don’t want to leave you behind when I graduate. I don’t want to leave this behind.” His hand goes to his blazer and he pulls off a button.

The second button.

“What do you mean?” Akaashi says.

“Do I have to get any clearer? Do I have to write it on my forehead? Because I will. Just...don’t be too cruel if this makes you want to leave.” Bokuto fidgets with the button in his hands. .

“Do you like me?” Akaashi says, words coming out blunt in their disbelief.

Bokuto squeezes his eyes shut and thrusts out the button.

Akaashi takes the button and leans forward, pressing a nervous, featherlight kiss to Bokuto’s lips.

“I love you, Bokuto-san,” they whisper as they pull away, leaning their forehead against Bokuto’s. “I think I’ve always loved you.”

“Oh good,” Bokuto says, and Akaashi laughs. Bokuto laughs too, throwing back his head with the sun behind him. He’s radiant. “You should probably call me Koutarou, then. You should probably kiss me again too.”

“Koutarou,” Akaashi says, breathless. They squeeze the button tightly in their hand as Bokuto kisses them, trying to memorize the feel of it in their palm just as surely as the way Bokuto’s lips move against theirs.

This is the beginning.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[swankitty]

Ship/Character: Iwaizumi Hajime/&Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou/&Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou/&Bokuto Koutarou OR Kenma Kozume, Kageyama Tobio/&Hinata Shouyo, Akashi Seijirou/&Kuroko Tetsuya, Aomine Daiki/&Kise Ryouta, Haiji Kiyose/&Kurahara Kakeru, Kominato Ryousuke/&Kuramochi Youchi, Atobe Keigo/&Echizen Ryoma OR Tezuka Kunimitsu, Fuji Shuusuke/&Tezuka Kunimitsu, Yukimura Seiichi/&Echizen Ryoma, any
Fandom: Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basket, Daiya no Ace, Run with the Wind, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: ships and characters not listed ok
Do Not Wants: nsfw, incest

Prompt:
run, love
i'm the truth that you're afraid of
- scars by boy epic

FILL : Team Grandstand, G

[pocket_panda]

Title: Run.
Ship/Character: Atobe Keigo / Echizen Ryoma
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Character study, pre-slash? Atobe be gay, I tried,
Word Count: 480
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Haaaa! So. I saw Atobe/Echizen and couldn’t resist, even if it’s my first time trying to write Atobe… So I apologize for the ooc? I don’t really know what this is but it kind of works?

***

Atobe Keigo has faced many things in his life. Opponents of different strengths and qualities. Of weaknesses and incompetence.

And, Atobe Keigo has never met anyone quite like Echizen Ryoma.

The boy is cocky and confident, and plays tennis like it’s second nature.

Naturally, this means he is Atobe’s sworn rival; he must better himself in order to conquer the player that is Echizen, neatly wrapped in cocky smiles and flexible wrists.

So here Atobe is, at five o clock in the morning, running, running and running to improve his stamina, and not because he’s been thinking too hard about Echizen and can’t get him off his mind.

Atobe knows it’s not healthy, to focus on one single player this way. Tunnel vision is no good; it spells one’s downfall when they are too busy thinking of their next opponent instead of looking at their current match-up. So Atobe runs, and tries to clear his head of dizzying plays and entrancing footwork.

By half past six Atobe’s mind is only slightly clearer, and he has all but given up for now, knowing the busy day ahead will finish the work, effectively pushing Echizen out of his mind.

At three in the afternoon, Atobe steps onto the tennis court, brooding and grumpy, intent on decimating a couple of players from the team they’re practising against.

Echizen Ryoma refuses to leave his mind, and Atobe hates it. He hates the way he’s stopped thinking about him in just tennis terms, and started wondering what he does during his days. Atobe wonders what kinds of food Echizen likes and knows it’s not healthy to obsess about an opponent to the point where you wonder what their diet is.

So Atobe destroys player after player on the court, and still Echizen doesn’t leave his mind. Even as he pummels them to the ground and showcases his superiority to all present, Echizen is there in the back of his mind, and Atobe realizes that thinking of the boy does not, in fact, deter his playing, even when he knows that thinking of his next opponent instead of focusing on his current match does nothing but beg for a loss.

And yet, here Atobe is, thinking of a certain tennis player while destroying another, and all it does is fuel him, because he wonders what Echizen would think of him as he watches him play. Would he be afraid? Would he be excited? Would he enjoy it? Would he like to see Atobe play more? Would he like to talk to him once the match is over?

Atobe pauses as he takes a drink, and thinks that maybe this isn’t what he thought it was.

Running is futile, he realizes. For no amount of running at five o clock in the morning will help him clear his head.

After all, one cannot run from love.

PROMPT: Team Setter Squad

[lilija_yuuzel]

Ship/Character: Ushijima/&Oikawa, Azumane Asahi/&anyone, Kenma&/Bokuto, Kenma/&anyone, Akaashi/&Bokuto, Tachibana Makoto/&Nanase Haruka, Kirishima Natsuya/&Serizawa Nao, any
Fandom: Haikyuu, Free, Yuri on Ice, Kuroko no Basket, Stars Align, Daiya No Ace
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Amnesia, Angst, getting back together (just suggestions)
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt: "If I tried to count all the simple feelings,
I'd find I forgot even the warmth you shared with me" - Hachi, Donut Hole

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

[transcrows]

Title: take my life and erase it
Ship/Character: Asahi/Bokuto
Additional Characters: n/a
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: memory loss, heavy angst, injury
Word Count: 804
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

this made kou almost cry so like...warning there

***

There’s a name in their phone with three yellow hearts beside it.
When they are alert enough to be given their phone back, there’s a few frantic texts from someone labelled BOSS, then text after text, call after call, from someone named Koutarou, the one with the hearts.

Koutarou💛💛💛: Love you! Can’t wait for date night!
Koutarou💛💛💛 : Asa?? You’re late?
Koutarou💛💛💛 : You remember rihgt? Bbq at our place?
Koutarou 💛💛💛: Azumane Asahi where aree you?
Koutarou💛💛💛 : Damnit, Asahi, tell me!!!
Koutarou💛💛💛 : Asa I’m worried please pivk up your phone.
Koutarou💛💛💛 : i went to your apartment and cheeto acted like he hadnl’t been fed in a year
Koutarou💛💛💛 : I can’t sleep in your bed without you in it.
Koutarou💛💛💛 : Asahi! What the hell? I stayed here all night and you didn’t show up
Koutarou💛💛💛 : Abandoning me i can understand but why your cat?
Koutarou💛💛💛 : Asa, why did you leave me?
Koutarou💛💛💛 : please come home.
Koutarou💛💛💛 : I went to a shrine to pray for you today
Koutarou💛💛💛 : why am i not worth it?

Asahi doesn’t know who Koutarou is, can’t place the name, but their heart cracks anyway. They never meant to hurt anyone.

The phone rings again.

They pick it up.

“Asahi?” comes the voice of who is supposedly Koutarou. “Oh thank god, Asa baby. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“That’s me,” Asahi says, “I’m in the hospital.”

“Oh gods. Are you okay?. I’ve...I took care of Cheeto for you.” The other side of the line makes a rustling, like Koutarou is shifting nervously. “Where are you? I’ll be right there.”

“No visitors,” Asahi says. “Did you know that we’re in a global crisis?”

“This isn’t your voice,” Koutarou says. “Or, it’s your voice, but it isn’t how you speak. What’s going on?” There’s so much adoration in his voice that Asahi feels like they’re being ripped apart.

“You really love me, don’t you?” Asahi asks.

“Of course. You’re everything,” Koutarou says. It’s so open and honest, the way he says it. It causes a pain deep inside their chest.

“I don’t remember you,” Asahi says. It comes out blunt and raw and aching. “How did--when did we start dating?”

“Four years ago,” Bokuto says. “What do you mean you don’t remember? What happened?”

Asahi cocks their head in a way that makes their head hurt. They groan

“That...no? That can’t be true. Four years? That was junior high.”

“Asa, sweetheart?”

Asahi flinches. They want to say so many things. Please don’t call me that, please don’t love me, I don’t know how to love you, please don’t
let me break your heart.

“How old do you think you are?” Koutarou finishes. Asahi has a mental flash of thick fingers fidgeting, knuckles being cracked. They know the way this person moves, but they still can’t put a face on him, can’t put a memory to him.

“I’m eighteen,” Asahi says, confused at why they’d have to say it.

“You...you lost five years?” Koutarou asks.

“What?” Asahi tries to sit up, but instantly regrets it.

“You lost five years. You’re twenty-three.” There’s a hitch in Koutarou’s voice. “You lost me.”

“I know...I know your hands,” Asahi says. “I know you love me.” Five years. They don't know where to even begin to process that.

“You don’t love me. You don’t even--you barely know me.”

“Who are you?” Asahi says, voice dropped to a whisper. "Tell me."

“Bokuto Koutarou,” Koutarou says. “Remember? From Fukurodani.”

“Bokuto-san!” Asahi says. “I remember you. You’re a good friend. You give good hugs.”

“You always told me that,” Koutarou says, and from the sniffling on the other side of the line Asahi’s pretty sure that he’s full-out sobbing. “Please, please don’t call me that. Please call me Koutarou, please.”

“Koutarou,” Asahi says, and the name feels so familiar on their lips.

“I’m moving in with you,” Koutarou says. “Please, say I can. You can’t come home to an empty apartment, not like this.”

“I’m probably not coming home to an apartment at all. They tell me I’ll be in here for a few weeks, that I screwed up something in my neck and shoulder.” Asahi curls and uncurls their toes, about the only part of them that doesn’t hurt too much to fidget.

Koutarou laughs, but Asahi can hear him crying. “I went pro, baby.” Baby is a person Asahi can’t remember being. “I’ll move in. I’ll pay your rent. I’ll take care of you. I won’t ask for anything you can’t give me. Just let me stay in your life.”

The last time they remember seeing Bokuto, when he’d wrapped his arms around Asahi and held them so tightly that they felt like nothing could ever hurt them again.

Asahi takes a deep breath, and so does Bokuto. Then there’s silence over the line.

Asahi slowly exhales.

“Okay.”

PROMPT: Team Setter Squad

[lilija_yuuzel]

Ship/Character: Daichi/&Suga, Asahi/&Aone, Konoha/&Futakuchi, Inuoka/&Shibayama, Konoha/&anyone, Yachi/&anyone, Kagami/&Kuroko, Miyuki/&Sawamura, any
Fandom: Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basket, Free, Daiya no Ace, Oofuri
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: umbrella sharing, fluff, puppy love??
Do Not Wants: Suguru Daishou (sorry)
Prompt: "My hand, touching yours, is trembling
My heart is racing
under this half of the umbrella" - Ryo, Melt

FILL : TEAM STARMATES, M

[hibari1_chan]

Title: Pouring
Ship/Character: Rin/Haru
Additional Characters: Noce
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None ??
Other Tags: Only mentions of sex, nothing explicit or anything, established relationship, 3rd years high school
Word Count: 899 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Here have some humble RinHaru... I thought of water and was like obviously Free! lol

***

Rin had completely lost track of the time, racing against Haru in the Samezuka swimming pool. The sun had long disappeared and it’s only once they stopped, exhausted that they heard the distinct sound of the rain crashing down against the building.

He sighed, even though being the Captain had its perks, meaning a copy of the key, he knew he shouldn’t abuse his power too much, particularly to the enemy’s advantage. Even if the enemy in question was his boyfriend. This time, it had been him who had insisted on having a swimming competition date.

“Let’s go shower and change already before the buses stop running.”

“You’re going home, Rin ?”

“I was talking about you, Haru !”

“Oh.”

He shrugged as they made their way to the lockers.

“It’s not like it will go up the stairs to my house. I’m fine with walking.”

“I guess.”

They showered and changed with the rapidity and efficiency of those who know the drill already, and Rin walked Haru to the entrance of the school.

“So, I guess we’ll see each other soon ?”

Haru nodded, bag hanging from his shoulder and smiled at Rin in this lovely way that he knew he would never get used to.

“See you soon, Rin.”

He made a move to step out into the rain but Rin gripped his arm just in time.

“Wait ! What do you think you’re doing ?!”

Puzzled, Haru only replied.

“Going home ?”

“Under the pouring rain ??”

“Well, I don’t have an umbrella and besides I don’t mind getting wet.”

“You should mind ! Damn, Haru you’re an athlete now. You can’t act like that you’ll catch a cold.”

The blue-eyed boy frowned.

“I’m not gonna catch a cold. This is not Australia, Rin. See ? The rain is warm.”

He held out his hand under the rain as if he was going to get swayed by this display of carelessness. Rin shook his head.

“Not even if you promised me you’d take a hot bath when you’re home.”

Haru sighed.

“Then, what ? I’m not going home ?”

That sounded ridiculous, exactly like his sneaky boyfriend had intended but he had a trick up his sleeve.

“Of course you’re going home, Haru. Here, I have an umbrella.”

The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes but still held out his hand.

“No, I don’t trust you to use it the whole way.”

“Come in, Rin. Do you really think I’ll just put away the umbrella once you’re out of sight to feel the rain pouring down my face ?”

Haru froze like a deer caught in deadlight and had the decency to look away.

“That’s it, I’m walking you home.”

His boyfriend sighed in resignation.

“You do know that the curfew is soon, right ? You won’t be able to make it back on time.”

Rin paused once he had fully opened the umbrella.

“So, are you going to stay at my house ?”

Haru’s expression had changed at a 180 degrees, looking like Christmas had just come early despite being only late-june.

“Hum...sure.”

He quickly stepped out, holding tightly the umbrella over his head and signaled him to join him. The other didn’t hesitate to step under, shifting his bag to his left shoulder.

They were touching.

Rin blushed at the unexpected contact. Although, to be fair, he really should have expected it, considering the size of the umbrella and the fact that they were two almost fully grown men athletes with square shoulders.

He cleared his throat and they started their way to the Nanase house. The journey was silent, with the loud rain around them making it difficult to hear the other despite their close proximity. So, they resigned themselves to walk in silence.

Rin couldn’t help but notice the peppy way Haru was walking and when he glanced at him, he saw the way his mouth was frozen into its way to a smile and the brightness in his eyes. The redhead looked in front of him. It’s not like he was ignorant to the reason of his enthusiasm.

Rin had never spent the night at his boyfriend’s since they had started dating. He had visited plenty of time but had always, in a spurt of shame, to stay over. Objectively, he knew that he didn’t have to do anything other than just spending quality time talking, cuddling and sleeping with his boyfriend. However, the dread of more still loomed over his head. To be fair, he had never had a boyfriend before, and call him old-fashioned but he had waited to do it with someone he loved. And so, he had waited, but now that he had a boyfriend he loved very much and was presented with the opportunity, he always ended up running away, throwing a half-assed excuse as he’d take his leave. Haru seemed completely oblivious to his inner torment even if he still looked sad that Rin would be unwilling to spend more time with him.

He took a deep breath in an effort to calm his racing heart. Although his brain knew it would be fine even if they did take the leap, his heart was a mix between excitement and fear.

That was good, right ?

He looked back at his boyfriend who caught him glancing and smiled sweetly.

Oh, boy.

He was taking that back, there was no way he was gonna be fine, alone with such a pretty boy.

PROMPT : TEAM STARMATES

[hibari1_chan]

Ship/Character: Kagami/Kuroko, Miyuki/Sawamura, Kageyama/Hinata, Iwaizumi/Oikawa, Kimishita/Ooshiba, NatsuNao, any Major
Fandom: DAYS, Haikyuu!!, KnB, Free!, Major, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: fluff, pining idiots please, denial of feelings ?? established relationship maybe
Do Not Wants: anything sad lol
Prompt:

"You two have some strange force field effect on each other. Physicists should study it."
- Dan (Gossip Girl)

PROMPT : TEAM STARMATES

[hibari1_chan]

Ship/Character: Iwaizumi/Oikawa, Kuroo/Daisho, Kimishita/Ooshiba, Mizuki/Indo, Kuroko/Kagami, Miyuki/Sawamura, Furuya/Haruichi, Kuramochi/Ryousuke, any Stars Align, any Prince of Tennis
Fandom: Haikyû!!, KnB, Daiya, DAYS, Stars Align, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: jealousy, it's petty people time, the exes can be any character but established relationship only the list please, bonus if the ex is still pining
Do Not Wants: cheating
Prompt:

Serena : "You're mad I invited Steven to dinner ?"
Dan : "No, I'm thrilled you invited your ex to our Thanksgiving."
- Gossip Girl

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

[transcrows]

Title: Dinner and Diatribes
Ship/Character: Kuroko/Kagami, minor Aomine/Momoi
Additional Characters: mentioned Alex
Fandom: Kuroko No Basuke
Major Tags: None
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Kagami’s mouth hangs open when Kuroko comes through the door, accompanied by someone else. Someone familiar. “You invited your ex to Thanksgiving?”

Kuroko frowns. “First of all, he’s not my ex--”

“Yeah I am,” Aomine says.

“We never really dated!” Kuroko protests.

“And here I thought the ‘oh, Aomine, you’re my light’ thing counted more than enough. The current version seems to come with...benefits,” Aomine drawls, looking Kagami up and down.

“Second of all, he’s your friend too,” Kuroko says.

“‘Friend’ is a little generous,” Aomine says.

“Frenemy on a good day,” Kagami goes back to mashing the potatoes.

“You got along fine when you were on the same team,” Kuroko says.

“That was basketball,” Kagami and Aomine say at the same time, then turn and glare at each other.

“THIRD of all,” Kuroko says, holding up three fingers and utterly ignoring the other boys’ shenanigans, “he was all alone on Thanksgiving! You know he just moved to America, and Momoi-san is back in Japan visiting family.”

“I still don’t get what we’re supposed to be thankful for,” Aomine says.

Kagami shrugs. “Racism. And turkey.”

“I’m liking this holiday less the more I hear about it.” Aomine settles down onto their couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “First I gotta hang out with Bakagami, and now apparently it’s racist.”

“Could you not put your feet--” Kagami begins.

An alarm rings out through the apartment, and Kagami bends to pull a large roasting pan out of the oven. Kuroko reaches over and smacks his ass. Kagami wiggles a little, pleased, then swears as he almost drops the turkey. He makes a neat recovery and sets it on the counter.

“Admit it, Ahomine. You love my cooking,” he says, inspecting the turkey and then, once satisfied, poking it with a meat thermometer.

“Yeah, sure,” Aomine says, but his eyes are glued to the golden-brown turkey, from which is emanating the smell of sage. “Listen, Tetsu,” he starts, and Kagami almost visibly bristles at the nickname. “I really don’t give a fuck about giving thanks, or whatever, and--”

“I have never known you to turn down free food, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko says.

“Wait a second. Are you saying that my dinner ain’t good enough?”
Kagami asks.

“That’s not what I--” Aomine starts, pulling his feet off the table. “I mean, it’s probably shitty, but--”

“Shitty? My dinner? You didn’t say that last time I cooked for you. As I remember you had thirds.” Kagami takes a step out of the kitchen.
Kuroko is between them before Kagami realizes he’s even moved. Kagami is shocked, not having lost track of Kuroko that badly in months.

“Kagami-kun, if you get in a fight over something as ridiculous as who sits at our dinner table, there will be consequences.” He says the sentence so mildly, but the amount of stress he puts on the last word makes Kagami gulp. He takes a step back and goes to check on the sweet potatoes.

“Haha, whipped,” Aomine says.

“Aomine, I’ll have you know I have your girlfriend on speed dial,” Kuroko says.

Aomine’s eyes widen.

“Haha, whipped,” Kagami repeats back at him.

“Now if we could stop pretending that it’s in any way offensive to love and respect your significant other, I believe Alex is about to be here, and I would like for her to see us getting along,” Kuroko finishes.

“Sorry, Tetsu,” Aomine says.

Kagami bristles a bit at the nickname, but ducks his head and apologizes. “I’m sorry, Tetsuya.”

“Good boys,” Kuroko says. “Taiga-kun, you get a reward.” He stretches up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Kagami’s lips. Kagami blushes.

“There’s more where that came from afterward,” Kuroko purrs, trailing a finger across Kagami’s lower lip.

Once Kuroko turns away, Kagami raises his eyebrows triumphantly at Aomine.

“Ew, you win,” Aomine mouths.

“Damn right!” Kagami mouths back.

“Aomine-kun, could you help me set the table? Taiga-kun has done such a wonderful job of making dinner that we don’t want to bother him any more,” Kuroko says, and Kagami silently thanks Kuroko for redirecting Aomine.

This will be fine. Alex will come and be another person in Kagami’s corner, they’ll eat, then Aomine will get a little too drunk and cry about missing Momoi. And it’ll end like every day, with Kuroko wrapped securely in Kagami’s arms.

It’s more than Kagami could ask for.