Bonus Round 2: Quotes

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Bonus Round 2: Quotes

Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.

This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]

 

This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.

 

Rules

The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.

Please DO NOT prompt screenshots of private conversations, Discord convos, or conversations between you and your friends. This can easily and unintentionally bring the prompts into inside joke territory, and can create an exclusionary environment.

Quotes from other SportsFest participants (or yourself) are NOT allowed in this round (for similar reasons to above, and the fact that you could just make anything a quote).

Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.

If prompting with a screenshot, it is polite to post a transcription of the text below the image for accessibility.

Please use your best judgement, and if you’re unsure if something qualifies - ask! The mods are here to help.

And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".

A Few Examples:

“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -        
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’

“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice

“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls

“It's a quarter past midnight

As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille

If Prompting

Please use the following subject line for prompt:

Prompt: [Your Team]

• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable

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

(Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html, when applicable; these apply to content *only in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If No tags are required, enter ‘None’.) <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> (Anything you feel requires tagging or mention. Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags on the tags page as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous, tumblr-style tags.) <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> (N/A or what you absolutely do not want to see in a fill - whether its a trigger, squick, or something you’re simply not interested in seeing. ) <strong>Prompt:</strong> (The actual prompt. Make sure you adhere to round theme. Specific requests/details are permitted as an additional line in this field)

NSFW Prompts

EXPLICITLY NSFW PROMPTS must be posted to the after-hours comm. “Explicitly NSFW” means that the prompt includes outright sexual content (whether in a photograph, drawing, or in words), and prompts that in the additional requests are asking for explicit fills. Prompts are posted with the same HTML format, in the same manner as a SFW prompt, just under the designated post for that Bonus Round in the after-hours comm. See ‘Filling’ for the procedures for NSFW Fills.

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If Filling

Minimums

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)

• 400px by 400px (art)

• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format

FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]

 

• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable

• Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).

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

(Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags on the tags page as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous tumblr style tags.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") <strong>Remix Permission:</strong> (This line is optional. Please list specifications or caveats, if any.) (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML after the asterisks.)

NSFW Fills

All NSFW fills must be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please do not use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.

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Scoring

The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!

For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)

For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:

• First 5n fills: 20 points each

• Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each

• Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each

• All fills after 15n: 2 points each

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All scored content must be created new for this round.

Additional Information

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Comments

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[stariceling]

Ship/Character: Tadokoro Jin/Makishima Yusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Genderqueer Makishima, clothes have no gender, Makishima wears what they want, established relationship
Word Count: 698
Remix Permission: Blanket, just don't make Makishima cis

I could not resist using the actual quote. ^^;

***

“Here. Pin,” Makishima orders, pinching fabric together on the back of their sleeve. Tadokoro moves the pin where they indicate with exaggerated care. He’s only jabbed Makishima once so far, so he’s doing well.

Makishima studies themself critically in the mirror, moving their arm through different positions. The sleeve looks unnecessarily complicated, like it’s braided from different fabrics, until it loosens and feathers apart. (Only on one side. Makishima is still in love with asymmetry and their left side has no sleeve at all.) Tadokoro can’t tell if it’s not doing something they want or doing something they don’t want, but it’s obvious they are still not pleased.

“You could get a model.”

“No. I’m wearing this one.”

Makishima always walks a few designs down the runway themself. They do seem to favor their more outlandish designs, but the things they choose may masculine or feminine or androgynous. Anyone who tries to read into which designs they choose only gets a dismissive scoff as Makihisma says, “Don’t even talk to me about gender.” Makishima prefers the fit of their own labels.

This one suits them. The fabric is rich purple edged with acid green, woven in patterns Tadokoro’s eyes can’t decode, and yet the dress flows with every move Makishima makes (except, apparently, for the traitorous sleeve they are still adjusting and re-adjusting.) This dress clearly wasn’t made for anyone else.

“It needs to be tighter here.” Makishima indicates a spot below their shoulder that they can’t reach. Tadokoro attempts to adjust it to their satisfaction and watches them test the fit again.

“You never ask me what I think,” Tadokoro comments.

“What, are you going to tell me to show more leg?”

Tadokoro laughs. “You could, but it already looks too good. Like you’re not even a human being.”

“This is why I never ask you!”

There is no one on this planet who can match Makishima. Their hair is escaping their messy bun in all directions and they have bags under their eyes dark as bruises and when they laugh they sound half-drunk with exhaustion. Tadokoro could drink in their presence all night.

It’s not just beauty that makes them wonderful to watch. There is no one else Tadokoro finds so much fun to tease, and no one whose smile pleases him more. Even when they first met, when Makishima was painfully awkward and gangling all over the place, Tadokoro wanted them. There’s just something about them he can’t ignore.

Eventually Makishima is satisfied, though Tadokoro doesn’t see the difference. They need some help out of the dress, and normally that would be fun but the way Makishima leans back against him says just how exhausted they are. No one could ever push Makishima as hard as they push themself.

Tadokoro is going to have to ask for a private showing later, to make up for not nearly enough time to admire Makishima now. For now he abruptly scoops Makishima up in his arms and carries them out into the kitchen, ignoring protests that they are still in their underwear.

“Time to eat something before you waste away. Besides, you look good like this.” He plants a kiss on Makishima’s cheek and grins as they complain about him being a pervert.

When he puts Makishima down on the nearest chair they sprawl out and sulk instead of storming back into their studio, which says that they are too tired and hungry to argue. If that’s the case then it was past time for him to intervene.

“What do you seriously think?” they ask when Tadokoro comes back with sandwiches. Before Tadokoro can open his mouth they add a defensive, “About the dress.”

It’s not about the dress. It’s never about how clothes look on the rack, only on the person wearing them. Tadokoro learned that at a glance the first time he saw Makishima wearing something like that. Makishima looks otherworldly, too good to be real.

“It’s never going to look as good on anyone as it does on you.”

“Great,” Makishima mutters, as if this is a problem. They can’t hide the flash of a pleased smile, though. That’s what Tadokoro loves to see most.

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, G

[stariceling]

This is so sweet! Tadokoro is so good and supportive <3

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[soup]

Ship/Character: Kominato Ryousuke/Isashiki Jun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Slightly gross sick stuff
Word Count: 611
Remix Permission: Yes!

***

"What do you think you're doing? Jun?"

Isashiki Jun's shoulders flinched a little when the sweet yet chlling voice of Kominato Ryousuke reached his ears. He was, however, not at all deterred when he planted his feet on the ground, looking into Ryousuke's eyes to show that he wasn't at all intimidated.

"I'm going running."

"That was a rhetorical question."

If he'd been in a more normal state, Jun would have realized how stupid this was; in fact, he'd probably have the urge to punch himself for acting like this. But as of right now, Jun was delirious by the heat he was feeling in his own body, the stuffed up nose seemingly also blocking parts of his brain, the sedative in the cold medicine he'd taken fifteen minutes ago, but also, "It feels stuffy. I wanna go out."

"No," was Ryousuke's short answer, followed by a sigh, as he walked toward the bed and sat beside the taller boy. "You're just gonna collapse if you get up, Jun. You need to rest."

It was actually a bit strange that Ryousuke was spelling things out to Jun without going around teasing his intellectual capacity, and Jun didn't know whether to feel amused or insulted. Both, maybe.

"But it's hot. I don't like it. I'm going outside." That was kind of funny because this came from Isashiki Jun, who had "hot-headed" as his middle name. Again, Ryousuke sighed.

"No, Jun. You just took your medicine, you need to lie down."

Jun blinked like "lie down" was a foreign phrase to his ears, staring at Ryousuke like asking was this guy okay? Ryousuke looked troubled, like for once he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

Eventually, he seemed to have decided that pushing Jun back under the blanket was the best thing he could do in this situation. Both of them were the stubbornest among people, and Ryousuke probably realized getting him into a position to sleep was faster than trying to argue with words.

Surprisingly, Jun didn't struggle at all when Ryousuke pushed him back into bed, letting his head fall right to the pillow, snuggling the back of his head a little. He did, however, hold Ryousuke's arm as he looked up, a sedated smile on his lips.

"I'll lie down if you lie down with me."

Ryousuke blinked without looking away from Jun's eyes, and if Jun had had a little more brain left in him, he'd probably realize that Ryousuke's cheeks were also radiating a small heat albeit in a different context.

There was a slight displeased frown on Ryousuke's face as he complied, and Jun snuggled and adjusted himself so Ryousuke could fit beside him. The smile on Jun's face widened as he moved to face Ryousuke—

"ACHOO!!" Thankfully he wasn't done turning his face to Ryousuke yet, but still some of it must've flown to Ryousuke's face still. The pink-haired frowned.

"Gross," he complained irritatedly, nose scrunching.

"Shut up," Jun said, eyes struggling to stay open. He used the remaining of his strengthto turn his head, blinked with his last consciousness, and smiled as his vision was filled with Ryousuke before his eyes closed completely. "I love you, Ryousuke."

Ryousuke frowned, burying his head in the crook of Jun's neck, looking completely annoyed and disgruntled as Jun's breathing slowly stablized.

(The next day, Jun was grumpy having to take care of a stubborn, sick Ryousuke. Sakai and Fumiya didn't have the heart to tell him that they'd found Ryousuke sleeping soundly beside him, fingers holding his shirt all night long; that Jun was the cause all along.)

Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, G

[lacksley]

The name swap is so cute! I've never gone here but I love it, the absolute spontaneity of Semi's proposal, aaah! Thanks for filling!

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[hailing]

Ship/Character: kominato ryousuke/isashiki jun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Blanket permission

slides in like kuramochi youichi going for home

***

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Chatfic, they both say fuck a lot
Word Count: 478
Remix Permission: Blanket

***

bigsexy: bro

bigsexy: bro

bigsexy: brO

bigsexy: NOYASAN

thunderthighs: wtf its like six

bigsexy: BRO THANK FUCK

bigsexy: I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION

thunderthighs: oh what

bigsexy: why the hell did i wake up in a garbage can

thunderthighs: LMAOOOOO

thunderthighs: I HAVE NO IDEA

bigsexy: bro this iS SERIOUS

bigsexy: I SMELL LIKE BANANAS

thunderthighs: lmao why bananas

thunderthighs: thats so fucking random

bigsexy: because theres a baNANA IN HERE WITH ME

bigsexy: HOW MUCH DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT LAST NIGHT

thunderthighs: im gonna be real with you bro

thunderthighs: not much

bigsexy: thanks.

bigsexy: thats real helpful

thunderthighs: anytime my bro

thunderthighs: my babe

thunderthighs: love of my life

bigsexy: id flirt back but the banana is still touching me

thunderthighs: shit right ur in the garbage

thunderthighs: with the other garbage

bigsexy: wooooooow

thunderthighs: jkjkjk

thunderthighs: im on my way armed with a cell phone and a bottle of water

thunderthighs: where r u

bigsexy: wait fuck

bigsexy: idk

thunderthighs: what do u mean u dont know

bigsexy: i mean i dont know

thunderthighs: whaT DO U MEAN U DONT KNOW

bigsexy: I MEAN I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM NOYASAN

thunderthighs: LMAOOOOOOOOO

bigsexy: BRO BE SERIOUS IM FREAKING OUT

thunderthighs: okok

thunderthighs: can you see anything around u

bigsexy: the lid is on

thunderthighs: take it off??????

bigsexy: huh good point

thunderthighs: now what do u see

bigsexy: theres a fountain

bigsexy: i see pidgeons

bigsexy: and someonES LOOKING AT ME

thunderthighs: FUCK WHO

thunderthighs: RYUU

thunderthighs: DONT JUST SAY THAT AND LEAVE THERES STILL A BANANA ON U

thunderthighs: WHO SAW YOU

bigsexy: sorry she talked to me

thunderthighs: she?!?!!!?1

bigsexy: yeah it was just akane

bigsexy: dont worry it wasnt kiyokosan

thunderthighs: oh thank fuck

thunderthighs: wait akane

thunderthighs: did she help u

bigsexy: no im still in the garbage

bigsexy: sometHINGS MOVING

bigsexy: NOYANDANSDASF

thunderthighs: FUCK IT IM TEXTING AKANE

thunderthighs: DONT DIE BRO IM ON MY WAY

bigsexy: sweet fucking asahi thank you

bigsexy: ill send a picture or smth

thunderthighs: akaane sys ur somewhere near the science building

thunderthighs: also kuroo texted me

thunderthighs: SHIT

bigsexy: ?????????

bigsexy: -image.jpg sent-

thunderthighs: CHIKARA GOT BLACKMAIL ON US

bigsexy: SHIT

bigsexy: SHITHSITSHIT

bigsexy: WHAT DOES HE HAVE

thunderthighs: wait kuroos sending me the vid

thunderthighs: OH NO

bigsexy: ?????????????????????????????

thunderthighs: -wreckingball.mp4 sent-

bigsexy: FUCK

bigsexy: were so dead

bigsexy: im so sosrry noyassan

bigsexy: just leave me here to die

thunderthighs: NO

thunderthighs: I WILL BE UR HERO

thunderthighs: HOLD OUT FOR A HERO RYUU

bigsexy: i dont know if i can make it

bigsexy: the light…… i see the light

thunderthighs: dont go towarDS THE LIGHT

thunderthighs: IM ALMOST THERE

bigsexy: oh it was just tsukki taking a picture

bigsexy: my rep is screwed

bigsexy: i cant take much more noyaassan

thunderthighs: ITS OK

thunderthighs: I SEE U

thunderthighs: UR SSAVED

Re: FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

At first I skipped right past it because I was only looking for Haikyuu but then I did another sweep through the prompts and I was like "wait a second, I can do some All Out now!!". And honestly same about Taira, he is def one that grows on you in a way - like you dont expect to like him as much as you do and then you reach a point where it's like "oh i like this character". And yes i was recently bullied into watching All Out and I'm glad i was bullied into watching it. I think it will take another watch to fully get a lot of the side characters but I really did like the show (so if you wanna prompt some all out in the future i may be inclined to try and fill it, esp if it is Sekizan)

FILL: Team Grandstand, PG

[stariceling]

Ship/Character: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Established relationship, aged up
Word Count: 1195
Remix Permission: Blanket permission


***

Otabek has to remind himself sometimes that his job is to select music that will set the right atmosphere and keep the mood high for the entire club. His job is not to stack the playlist with songs that will make Yuri Plisetsky, specifically, want to dance.

This has been a problem since the first time Yuri snuck into a club after him. Yuri doesn’t need to sneak anymore, and he can’t take Otabek by surprise, but some things never change. Yuri has always been powerful and graceful, and so driven that he glows with it. Otabek’s eyes have always been drawn to that glow. He feels like he will always be waiting for Yuri to return his gaze.

At least Yuri is always on his side of the dance floor. Yuri smiles for him when he plays just the right song at the right moment, and for no one else. No dance partners for him. No free drinks. He’s too prickly. Yuri loves it when people stare but hates when they approach.

Otabek will freely admit he would be jealous if Yuri let anyone else into that little bubble when he can only watch from a distance. Yuri has never offered to dance with him. Not in a club like this, and not when he’s caught Yuri dancing alone in his room. Otabek has to tell himself he doesn’t expect anything. The premier danseur does not share his stage.

When he tears his eyes away from Yuri the dance floor is full and the energy is high. It’s as good a time as any to slip in one of Yuri’s favorite songs.

Yuri arches his back like the opening chord was played right down his spine. He looks over his shoulder and grins, and that alone gives Otabek a small thrill. He knows Otabek is doing this to please him, but it’s still a mystery if he also knows Otabek wants to see him move.

Until the end he just keeps waiting for Yuri to come to where he is. It still surprises him when this works. Yuri cuts across the room to him at last call.

“Play me that song again.” Even flushed and sweaty there’s a light in his eyes. Otabek envies his energy sometimes.

“Which one?”

“My song.” Yuri leans casually into Otabek’s space to demand attention, as if he doesn’t already have it when he says, “Our song.”

“Which one?” Otabek repeats, and he has to not look at Yuri to keep from laughing. He can sense Yuri looking away for the same reason. They collect songs. They hoard them against months spent apart, never replacing the old with the new. Each is a rush of emotion and a memory shared between them.

The song he’d like to play for Yuri isn’t something he would play at this club. He wants something slow, something with a beat that resonates behind his ribs. He wants cliche words that won’t quite fit in either of their mouths. All he really wants is an excuse to put his hands on Yuri’s back or around his waist.

But Yuri never dances like that, and Otabek doesn’t dance at all.

Yuri at least doesn’t hesitate to ask for what he wants. He helps pack up then stretches as says, “Your hotel is closer, right?” He’s trying to sound casual and failing miserably, but Otabek won’t call him on it.

Outside the crowds are steadily dispersing and Yuri doesn’t need to lean his shoulder against Otabek’s but he does anyway. When he climbs on the bike and leans against Otabek’s back it’s not because he’s drunk or unsteady but because that’s where he has decided to be. Otabek is aware of Yuri’s arms around him with every breath. He loves the contented noise Yuri hums just behind his ear.

Otabek makes sure to savor the fact that Yuri comes to him at the end of the night, every time. When Yuri kisses him and calls first dibs on the shower, then kisses him again for good measure, he savors that too.

When he’s alone with only the sound of the shower, Otabek’s thoughts turn to music again. Normally he shares the music that reminds him of Yuri, but there’s a song he’s still waiting on. It’s worth using the speaker on his phone to play it in the open air rather than headphones. He’s half daring fate to take things out of his hands, but Yuri does take long showers.

He dozes off for what feels like half a second and then Yuri is curled up beside him, fingers tapping out the rhythm against his collarbone.

“I’ve never heard this one before.”

Because Otabek has never found the moment to play it. His hand moves to Yuri’s waist, and he can feel warmth through the thin hotel robe. How hard can it really be for them to dance together? It doesn’t have to be a pair skate. It doesn’t have to be pas de deux. This could just be them together.

Yuri pushes playfully at his chest. “Ugh. You’re all sweaty. I’d kick you out, but I’m afraid you’ll slip and die in the shower.”

“Just give me a minute.” It’s easy to wake up again with Yuri at his side. In fact, this is occasionally a problem.

“That’s fine. I feel like I’ve barely seen you all night.”

“I’ve only been watching you all night.”

It’s not often he gets to see that look on Yuri’s face, the way his eyes widen and then warm in a smile. He’s pleased in spite of himself, and he always seems to be startled by it.

“How do you say that without sounding like a stalker?”

It’s because Yuri wants to look up and see him there. Otabek has actually been satisfied with that for a while now, but loving the moment Yuri comes to him doesn’t mean he doesn’t still love stealing Yuri away himself.

They’ve left the music on repeat, so the chorus swells and subsides next to his ear. He’s feeling refreshed, more from Yuri than from the twenty minute nap.

“Let’s make this our song too.”

Yuri wrinkles his nose. “No. You’re all sweaty and gross.”

In spite of his complaints, Otabek can’t help noticing Yuri’s hand fisted in his shirt.

“Then wait for me. And then, I want you to dance with me.”

Yuri’s startled blink is adorable. Otabek takes advantage of the moment to escape his grip, but has to touch one last kiss to Yuri’s hand when it doesn’t want to uncurl.

“That’s not a euphemism for anything,” Otabek calls back as he heads for the bathroom.

“Well, hurry up!”

It’s impossible not to smile. Yuri doesn’t dance with partners and Otabek knows his skills alone won’t overcome that, but it sounds like he’s not uninterested. He won’t say just how many times he’s thought of this while watching Yuri across a crowded room.

The moment before he turns on the shower he hears Yuri turn up the music. For just an instant he imagines he catches the low hum of Yuri’s voice, already learning the words.

Fill: Team Dead Senpais, T

[hydehog]

Ship/Character: Arakita Yasutomo/Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: marriage proposal:;;;
Word Count: 1073
Remix Permission: yeet! (Go ahead)

Can be read with or without this other fill

***

Arakita finishes his degree and Toudou does a week later. It's time, he thinks. High time that they take another step; maybe it's his instincts or something similar that make him stop in front of a ring store.

He's on his way to a graduation party, Toudou will be there and...

He could just propose tonight couldn't he?

The store has a bell that rings overhead as Arakita enters the store. Two nicely dressed women welcome him and ask if they can help him. He knows he looks broke as they come. College students always do.

And most of them ARE broke like some god damn twig someone stepper on. That's how broke most students are.

"Ring." he says and already counts how much he can afford. He isn't a shopping addict like Toudou so he has a couple savings but it's not much to speak of. "I want a ring."

The woman points at a section of the store where rings are lined up. The other one speaks for her.

"We've got a sale going on for some of them." She says and Arakita nods, wandering off to look at the rings. Silver...gold... gem stones... different shapes...

Everything's so shiny he's getting a headache. He'll prevail for Toudou. He will do his best and just... propose. He won't take the on-sale items, no, he'll find something pretty and valuable.

Because that's what Toudou is, to him. Arakita turns away, feeling his face flush a bit. Not that he cares but... the saleswomen don't have to see his face like this.

He distracts himself and wills the heat in his face to go away by actually searching for a good ring. Gold isn't Toudou's colours. They've often said so; too often. So silver it is then. Silver...

Maybe with a nice gemstone. Midnight purple like Toudou's eyes. There's a couple of silver rings with amethysts on them. They're all beautiful, one more than the next. The gem stone probably shouldn't be too big... Toudou doesn't like things too flashy; they've said that before too. That dressing with style is hard and so on...

So Arakita decides on a thinner ring, not looking at the price and taking it over to the counter. It's not as expensive as he's expected but still. Still painfully expensive.

Arakita guesses he'll have to live off fast food and water until next paycheck then. It's worth it, he's sure, as he pockets the ring and continues on his way.

Now he only hopes that he got Toudou's ring size right...

--

Arakita finds Toudou at the party, drink in hand and conversing with Shinkai and someone he doesn't recognize. He doesn't make his way straight to there. No, he'll take his time with this.

He stuffs a hand into his pocket and feels the square shape of the ring container.

This is happening. It's happening.

Arakita goes to grab himself some... water to cool off. He's getting too excited. He needs to wait a bit. Maybe until it's nice and dark outside. Then he'll pull Toudou aside and...

He chockes on his water.

--

It's close to midnight and Arakita has Toudou hanging off him. No, they're not drunk. Tipsy, maybe, but otherwise them being drunk is a bad act.

They often do that, use their fake drunkeness to cling to Arakita and babble and have fun.

It's cute, this habit of theirs. Arakita quite enjoys it, but to uphold his image he rolls his eyes and puts up an annoyed facade. It's their game and theirs alone.

And when Toudou makes a kissy face, all demanding smooches, then Arakita gives in because he can't really deny Toudou anything much. He kisses them, short and swift, then pulls them away from the crowd and out of the party's main room. He's not big on publicity when it comes to affections; and besides...

To propose he really would rather be alone. There's a dried out fountain in the small garden beside the party's location. Toudou takes the lead and pulls him over to it so they can sit down.

Arakita enjoys the silence for a moment. No music, no people talking. Even Toudou is quiet and gazes up at the stars in the night sky with awe. Everything is serene.

He takes their hand and holds it. Just. Holds it. For a moment that's all he does. Outwardly at least. Inwardly... he's planning.

Planning on how to propose. He's forgotten that for a bit, has enjoyed the party and treated himself to some fries.

Half of which Toudou ate.

"You remember. When we first moved here?" Toudou asks, eyes never leaving the sky. "You said it was too small and..."

"I'm pretty sure that was you!" Arakita exclaims, too embarrassed to admit that he did indeed find many things wrong with the flat back then.

"It wasn't!" Toudou tilts their head down, poking his side. He yelps. "It was you, moon-howler."

"Forest ninja!"

"Useless gay!"

Toudou laughs after the exchange and Arakita shakes his head. They're about to fall into silence again but he moves before the moment can dissipate. Leaves the fountain and gets on one knee before Toudou - one wobbly knee, he's moved too fast - and grabs for the ring case in his pocket.

He holds it up to Toudou's nose and then he has to look away. He's embarrassed; but he does manage to open it to show the ring off.

"Listen, bathroom hog." He mutters. "I mean, 'pachi, I wanna. I wanna be the one to pull you through life."

Toudou is quiet for a moment.

"Tomo-chan." They mutter and Arakita looks back at them. There's tears - but way less than he's expected. With their left hand hold up and towards him, they half-grin. Arakita takes their hand, looking up for confirmation that this is okay.

"That's my ring now." They say, mischievous and sob. "Put it on so that I can be yours."

Arakita slips it on, right on the ring finger and gets an armful of Toudou on him the next moment. They both end up on the ground.

"Let me pull for you too." Toudou openly sobs now. "I love you. I love you so much."

Arakita looks up at the night sky now, gently running a hand through Toudou's hair. He feels less tense now that this is over - but also more excited about the future.

It's a weird feeling. He likes it.

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Kuroo/Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: I took a meme and now it's serious?
Word Count: 131, 14 lines
Remix Permission: Sure

It's 2am and I don't know what plane of reality I'm on but this happened. Also I loosely imagined this as a Kuroo POV

***

You asked me if I wanted you
I said I was never gonna give you up

You asked me if this relationship would be better than your last
I said I was never gonna let you down

You asked me if I wanted to be alone with him
I said I was never gonna run around and desert you

You asked me if this was gonna hurt
I said I was never gonna make you cry

You asked me if good things had to end
I said I was never gonna say goodbye

You asked me if there was something I wasn’t telling you
I said I was never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

I said I was never gonna give you up
So baby please, will you be mine?

Fill: Team Daiya, G

[hilaryfun]

Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Takigawa Chris Yuu
Fandom: Daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Go for it!

Thank you for this beautiful prompt!

***

Fill: Team Kinkage, T

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: kinkage
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: guilt, shame, angst, feeling alone surrounded by people, first person
Word Count: 795
Remix Permission: yeah, sure

***

I told him I hated him. I meant it then, I mean it now. That stupid king, stepping on the peasants like we can’t feel him grinding away at everything we used to enjoy.

There’s some stupid saying about forgiveness being good for the soul. What a load of bullshit. All it does is make me feel weak and pathetic for not standing my ground, so I don’t forgive Kageyama for breaking up the team.

Most definitely, not for ruining what we used to have between us.

It’s an old story. Boy meets Other Boy. Boy falls in love with Other Boy, and Other Boy tells Boy they’ll be great together. No one can stop Boy and Other Boy. That is, except, that Boy could never keep up with Other Boy, relegated to picking up the dragging ends of Other Boy’s royal robes until he can’t do anything but stop and scream into the void.

Okay, not an old story, but I can barely remember what it’s like to not feel this way.

I don’t even know if I want to play anymore, even if I know he won’t be there. The slap of a ball hitting the court is like a gunshot in my ears, and I can’t help but wait for the bitter ranting that none of us are good enough, that I’m not good enough. To hell with him. I AM good enough, and I always was.

But one thing I can’t shake is this gross feeling in my belly, that he’s sitting at home alone in his room full of posters I hung because he doesn’t own anything without a purpose. He’ll probably take them down, maybe throw them away. I really couldn’t care less.

I really wish I cared less.

Sorry isn’t happening because I’m not, but I have a sinking feeling regret isn’t going to leave me alone to lick my wounds. He’s never been good at building bridges, which doesn’t bode well for his ridiculous talent for burning them. Is he ever gonna find someone who will meet him halfway, even when he doesn’t even have a realistic expectation for that that is?

Maybe he will. Maybe whatever school he ends up at can teach him some lessons on teamwork and even some goddamn manners. He might find a new boyfriend who will sit and speak and play fetch at his command. Whatever. He isn’t my problem anymore. I’ll probably never have to see Kageyama Tobio again, and it’s better this way.

Even if I face him in a game, I’ll never have to look at him like the guy who took everything we were together, spit on it, and said it wasn’t enough. He can just be some faceless enemy, one I happen to know the sound he makes when he’s in the mood or how hangry he gets between breakfast and lunch or that I was the first person who ever asked him what his favorite color was so I could write our name in that shade of ink on the underside of my desk at school.

I also know the way he smiles when he buys a drink from the vending machine and he gets to hold it for the first time. I know that little space right under his ear makes him shiver when I kiss it. I know he forgets about his own birthday but he always remembers mine.

I know I miss him already. I miss his stupid laugh, like some sort of cartoon villain getting tickled. I miss how blue his eyes are. I miss the way his eyebrows scrunch together when knows he should know something but doesn’t. I miss the way he says my name when he’s excited, when he’s horny, when he’s insecure about himself and about us.

God, I’m gonna start crying again, and it’s all his friggin fault. Why couldn’t he appreciate people for how hard they try? Why couldn’t he figure out how to explain himself without being a dick? Why couldn’t he tell us what he wanted instead of just ranting about what he didn’t?

Why aren’t I enough for him? Why can’t I fix him? Why do I just want to go over to his house, hug him, and sleep next to him so he’ll wake up thinking this hellish nightmare never happened? Why do I hate myself more than I hate him?

No, no, no, that’s not right. I don’t hate myself; I hate what the way he twisted me up into something I never wanted to be. Who wants to be sad, angry, and resentful, anyway?

You know what? I can’t do this anymore. Fuck this. Fuck everything. Fuck him, fuck me, fuck it. Fuck. Just . . . fuck.

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[soup]

Ship/Character: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol mention
Word Count: 503
Remix Permission: Yes!

***

It was ten to five in the morning, a time of day when everyone was usually deep asleep, but not Bokuto Koutarou. He was one of those "inhuman people" (Kuroo's words) who slept super early but also woke up super early. Today, though, he didn't completely wake up by his own accord, nor was it by his alarm or his roommate coming home from the lab in the wee hours of the morning. No, it was because of his phone chiming and vibrating right beside his ears, and his eyes lighted open like he knew exactly it was from.

His intuition was right. As he practically jumped to sit up on his bed, he blinked excitedly as he pressed the screen of his smartphone. It was unusual for Kuroo to text him at this hour, and he was excited to see his text the first thing today!!

His excited blinks, however, turned into surprised eyes then immediately even more excited blinks. He jumped off the bed, pacing himself around the room while jumping up and down the chair (good kids don't do that at home). He started to type furiously into the the phone, but it seemed like his fingers weren't quick enough to capture his excitement, so he gave up within two seconds. His fingers then tapped around and hovered over the green phone button, but he stopped himself millimeters before his thumb touched the screen.

He grinned. He had a better idea.

---

"...Bokuto."

"Kuroo!!" Bokuto said cheerfully like he didn't just come to his boyfriend's house completely unannounced.

"Do you know what time it is," Kuroo said, visibly annoyed and smelling like alcohol.

"My train arrived at the station at 5:58 so I guess it's like 6:10 now?"

Kuroo groaned. "That was a rheto— you know what, forget it," he sighed exasperatedly. "Why the hell are you here."

Bokuto was beaming, oblivious and blissful. "You asked me to!"

"I ask— what?" Kuroo wasn't exactly completely awake (or sober), but still he knew that didn't sound right. "What do you mean I asked you to."

This time, Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows a little, looking confused. "You sent me a message on LINE an hour ago, remember?" he said, fishing his phone out of his pocket, tapping around until he stopped and showed the screen to Kuroo. "See?"

Kuroo's head freaking hurt and the sudden brightness from the phone made him hiss internally, but even grumpily he squinted his eyes to see what was written on the phone.

...And when he finally managed to focus his eyes enough to read it, he felt like punching his past self and throwing his phone deep into the ocean forever.

Hey, Bokuto, I miss you a lot. I miss your stupid voice and your stupid ideas and I wanna see your stupid face. I love you so, so much. You don't know how much you mean to me. I love you. I wanna see you today. Come over?

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[myn_x]

Ship/Character: kuroo tetsurou/sawamura daichi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: aged up characters, alcohol, bouncer daichi, kuroo the bartender who is also a major dork pls save him and me, can you tell i like eyes, i have no idea how bars actually work tbh, but anyway here's wonderwall
Word Count: 1135
Remix Permission: ask first pls

give me more kuroo thirsting after daichi

***

"Half of tonight's bunch aren't even drunk."

Tetsurou had been talking about something more interesting -- if the effects of alcohol on the human brain down to the molecular level could be counted as interesting -- so he pretends he doesn't know why he switches gears to point out the obvious.

It's simple cause and effect.

The cause? Sawamura Daichi. Or more specifically, Sawamura Daichi and his ridiculously warm brown eyes. They're usually cold, but not for the brief moments they're fixed on Tetsurou from across the room. Or so Tetsurou would like to think, if he could think at all.

Because the effect is that Tetsurou's mouth moves faster than his brain does.

Tetsurou considers it his curse. It's like being drunk but without having any alcohol, which would be neat if not for current circumstances.

So it had caught him off guard when Sawamura had decided to stay at the bar after his shift at the door. The reaction intensifies exponentially the closer Sawamura gets.

Now, only wood and marble separate Sawamura from where Tetsurou stands behind the counter.

Now, instead of putting a lid on it, like Tetsurou knows he should, he just keeps talking, like he knows he shouldn't.

"As much as they act like they are...Even the regulars. I remember every drink I've poured, and I adjusted some of the ratios on purpose."

"Well don't tell the boss man that," Sawamura says, throwing a sidelong glance in Tetsurou's direction, the first sign that he'd been paying Tetsurou any attention at all.

He's leaning back with his elbows propped on the bar counter, and before he's done speaking his gaze has already slid back to the crowded room.

Tetsurou tuts at him and rubs furiously at the pilsner glass in his hands as if it, and not the man before him, were responsible for the fog in his brain. He eases up after a second, though, because he's broken too many glasses in too similar a manner.

"As many nights as I work here, I have to keep myself occupied somehow. Tonight's just an experiment."

That earns Tetsurou a raised brow, but a group of newcomers about his own age steals Tetsurou's chance to lure Sawamura in for another twenty minutes. It takes a while to sort out their drinks, but they came loaded and ready to tip, so Tetsurou can't really complain as he pours and shakes and slides glasses to their respective owners.

From the corner of his eye, Tetsurou watches Sawamura watch the room filled with not-as-drunk-as-they're-pretending-to-be bargoers. Even at ease, his body language screams Danger!, despite switching off with Iwaizumi nearly half an hour ago.

Sawamura's dark silhouette cuts into the edge of Tetsurou's vision; he's always been impossible to not look at, with that brooding expression and how his clothes stretch taut over the hard lines of his body. While Tetsurou wishes it were just Sawamura's eyes that turned his brain to mush, they’re the only soft thing about him.

Not to mention the endless crop of black t-shirts that hug the bulges of Sawamura’s biceps just enough to intimidate and tantalize, and the close fit of his dark wash jeans, which leave little to nothing to the imagination.

Damn Sawamura Daichi, and damn his dastardly good looks.

Tetsurou sends the group off to a empty corner booth with a half-hearted cheer. Though he wasn't lying when he said he'd tweaked some of the drinks tonight, he hadn't meant to mess up the last bunch. It bothers him that he did, and it bothers him even more that it was because he'd been too aware of Sawamura, his silence the loudest noise in the room, demanding his attention.

There's a lull at the counter. Tetsurou swallows and pulls at the collar of his button down. Not counting those who were actually inebriated, Tetsurou's heat signature has to be the brightest in the room. And almost all of it is concentrated in his cheeks.

If Sawamura were a liquor, he'd be a fine bourbon, and maybe Tetsurou can't help being a little contact drunk.

But that's silly. There's no such thing as being contact drunk, not even a little.

“Ah, to be young and care-free.” Tetsurou isn’t surprised when it falls flat, so he clears his throat and tries again. "So don't tell me you're hanging out for our infamous tap water."

He says it while looking at the almost-empty glass at Sawamura's elbow, thinking his headstone should read something like, Kuroo Tetsurou, King of Finesse.

It works, kinda, because Sawamura turns to face him, his eyes like honey. It's just...he looks gently confused, like he wants to play along but finds it taxing.

"What?" Tetsurou points an accusatory finger at the glass. "You're skewing my data!"

Sawamura looks at his water, then back up at Tetsurou before settling down on the stool directly in front of Tetsurou. "Am I, really? I'm not putting on the wasted act, so I don't think I count."

"Ah, so you were listening." Tetsurou busies himself with rinsing the drinkware in the sink to disguise his excitement at snagging Sawamura's attention. Feigning nonchalance, Tetsurou continues, "I don't get why people go out just to get a little buzzed and act wayyy worse off."

"Maybe they don't want to pay for the real thing," Sawamura says with a shrug. He drags a finger through the drops of condensation on the counter, and Tetsurou swears internally, because even his hands are beautiful. "But they also want to have a good time."

Tetsurou smirks. "It's a money thing, eh? What if I made you something, on the house."

"Oh, no, I wasn’t talking about myself.”

Tetsurou deflates like a punctured balloon.

“Plus, I'm not sure I can trust you to give me your best, not with the things I know about you," Sawamura pauses and leans forward, close, closer, too close, and Tetsurou is drowning in bourbon.

Unfair, Tetsurou muses, to think that this had all started with those eyes. "Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou."

“Kuroo.” His name rolls off Sawamura’s tongue in a near whisper. There’s a twinkle of challenge in Sawamura’s eyes as he says it, and Tetsurou perks back up again.

“I'll let you watch. How's it, Sawamura, a genuine drink for a genuine good time.”

Like clockwork that needs oiling, Kuroo’s brain takes a moment to catch up with his mouth, and by then he’s realized his mistake.

“Oh, damn, I asked and Iwaizumi told me your name.”

Sawamura chuckles, low and rough enough that Tetsurou has to laugh, too, to stifle a pathetic groan.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner, then. I’ll make it up to you by taking you up on your offer.”

Fill: Team team 29 balls (and a bucket) to the face, G

[buni_emoji]

Ship/Character: Tanaka/Ennoshita
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: chatfic, tanaka why
Word Count: 469
Remix Permission:go for it. Show me if you do!

***
TaNAHka: I SAID I WAS SORRY

EhNOSHITa: Sorry does not get us unbanned from the zoo.

TaNAHka: LOOK IT WASN’T MY FAULT I KEEP TELLING YA.

EhNOSHITa: How do you figure it wasn’t your fault?

TaNAHka: THE ANIMALS STARTED IT

EhNOSHITa: Uh huh

TaNAHka: THEY DID

EhNOSHITa: Tanaka you tried to fight a peacock.

TaNAHka: IT WAS LOOKING AT ME FUNNY

EhNOSHITa: It is a bird

TaNAHka: YEA AND?

EhNOSHITa: Peacocks always have their feathers out like that for a variety of reasons. To attract a mate, to challenge another male and just to preen.

TaNAHka: SEE YOU JUST SAID IT.

EhNOSHITa: Said what?

TaNAHka: ATTRACTING MATE AND CHALLENGING

EhNOSHITa: ….. another bird Tanaka not you.

TaNAHka: THAT BIRD WAS LOOKING AT YOU AND FILLING ITS FEATHERS. IT WAS CHEKING YOU OUT AND I HAD TO MAINTAIN YOUR DIGNARTY.

EhNOSHITa: Tanaka you wreastled the /peacock/.

TaNAHka: I HAD TO SHOW IT WHO WAS BOSS.

EhNOSHITa: You stole a feather.

TaNAHka: THREE FEATHERS.

EhNOSHITa: You stole three feathers from the peacock.

TaNAHka: I NEEDED TO TAKE A THROPHY

EhNOSHITa: And yet they let you off with a warning and let you walk around the zoo.

TaNAHka: AND I WAS WELL BEHAVED UNTIL THE MONKEY STARTED TALKING SHIT.

EhNOSHITa: A monkey can’t even /talk/

TaNAHka: YOU SAW THE FACES IT MADE AT ME. AND THEN THE BABOON LOOKED LIKE HE WAS READY TO GO.

EhNOSHITa: They are baboons thats just what they look like

TaNAHka: BUT THEN THE GORRILLA FLIPPED ME OFF

EhNOSHITa: He was just making hands signs with no meanings they don’t communicate like we do.

TaNAHka: HE COMMUNICATED WITH ME

EhNOSHITa: You held up a banana you got from the cafeteria and then threw it at him

TaNAHka: STILL COMMUNICATING

EhNOSHITa: But none of this was the tipping point to the surprise of me and all other patreons of this zoo. It was when you decided to stand in frount of the headhog enclosure and yelled to the top of your lungs. “Ey yo does knucles work here?”

TaNAHka: VALID QUESTION

EhNOSHITa: And then you ran over to the tiger exhibit and started yelling, “Fuck you Taketora and the orange cats just like you.”

TaNAHka: YEP

EhNOSHITa: There were children present.

TaNAHka: THEY KNOW WHAT FUCK MEANS. WELL THEY KNOW ITS A SWEAR WORD PARENTS USE IT ALL THE TIME. I COULDVE SAID SOMETHING REALLY BAD THEN ID DESERVED TO BE KICKED OUT.

EhNOSHITa: Not just kicked out. I was kicked out of the zoo. You on the other hand are permanently on the ban list from now on.

TaNAHka: NO THEYRE ON MY BAN LIST. THERE ARE PLENTY OTHER ZOOS HERE. HEY CHIKARA LETS GO TO ONE IN TOKYO NEXT.

EhNOSHITa: No. Just no.

FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[cherrysalmon]

Ship/Character: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mentions of war, allusions to ptsd, the quote is from asoiaf i Think
Word Count: 638
Remix Permission: ask please

this went in a. Direction.

***

i. āegion

When he was a child he would, wide-eyed and curious, go down to the village forge with Satsuki to watch the blacksmith work. It became so much so that the blacksmith would have to shoo him away from the fires when he got too close, teetering at the edge of his chair. Satsuki had teased him then that he’d sooner marry a sword than a girl, an accusation he’d vehemently denied.

It had not stopped him from picking up the family sword when he turned eight, nor stopped his family from despairing at the lack of prospective brides. He would find girls at the capital, he’d said—and Satsuki, ever so wise, had come along to make sure he wouldn’t die.

“Free men make their own choices,” she’d said, and Daiki, young and stupid and seventeen, had taken it at her word.

ii. brāedion

(“My prince,“ he’d said then, in the rose garden. The gentle fountain had obscured their voices, splashing cool droplets onto his boots, and he’d grown bold, perhaps too bold. “Tatsuya. Let me be by your side.“

It had been scarcely two winters since he’d come, and already things are so different. Tatsuya had bid him to stand, his hand brushing past Daiki’s hair that’s long since due for a trimming. The rings on his fingers were cool against skin, and Daiki had kissed them one by one, whether copper or gold.

The white cloak around his shoulders felt powerful then.)

iii. gēlion

He’d been too young for the War of the Three Seas, for the march on the Red Keep, but the rising dust in the distance tells him it is not a new experience for the groaning earth beneath his feet.

Tatsuya stands beside him, beautiful, eternal. He touches Daiki’s arm, the white silver clasp of his cloak warm beneath his hand. There is no gentle song in the wind this time, no fountain or rose garden between them, but would time turn back—

The soldiers behind them call out his name, and Tatsuya’s smile is sad. “Daiki.”

“I know.”

Daiki’s grip on his sword is strong, but stronger is the tide of war that turns towards them.

He marches.

iv. āeksion

Men do not win wars with talk or wine, as much as the history books would have one believe. Nor by simple conquest of sword—too simple, a story for children, but realities are harsher on the ear.

Daiki does not attend the celebratory feast; he does not watch the guests scatter across palace grounds, or listen to the low drumming across the city. He does not listen to the laughter of children long past their bedtimes.

It was really not so long ago, the long ride across the village at dawn’s first light…

The shifting of the bedspread brings him back to the present. Daiki crawls into the bed, listening to Tatsuya’s shallow breathing, tracing fingers across the angles of his body. He stops when he touches metal, then stills, remembering that Tatsuya never takes off his ring even when asleep.

In the moonlight it is soft, golden.

v. belmon

In his dream there are tears and Daiki does not know from where they come, knowing only Tatsuya’s arms around his waist and the fire by his side and the monotonous shift of something metallic in the background, dragging low across the stone floor.

“Daiki,” Tatsuya whispers, and his voice echoes across the room of his mind. Something glistens on his cheek, but Daiki cannot move to wipe it away. “I’m sorry.”

“Free men make their own choices,” Daiki says, the words blooming like roses in his chest. He dips his head, remembering: the forge, the garden, the high walls. They had looked impossible to scale as a child.

And even now, as Tatsuya kisses him wordlessly, endlessly, Daiki falls.

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, M

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Kageyama Tobio/Kindaichi Yuutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Poetry, Biting, Mild Violence, Love and Hate, Angst
Word Count: 70; 37 lines
Remix Permission: blanket

***


you were
a hurricane
fast
destructive
tearing me
limb from limb

you were
a hurricane
burning
passionate
kissing skin
limb and limb

you were
a hurricane
licking
biting
tearing me
limb from limb

you were
a hurricane
burning
cold
ripping skin
limb and limb

you were
a hurricane
fast
destructive
tearing me
limb from limb

we were
a hurricane
love
passion
touching skin
limb and limb

but hurricanes don’t last

FILL: Team Daiya, G

[gryphongirl]

Ship/Character: miyuki kazuya/yoh shunshin
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: SPOILERS FOR ACT II, TOKYO SENBATSU GAME (CH. 98-99, 101-104, 129)
Word Count: 1178
Remix Permission: Sure!

Thanks for the prompt!

***

When he first arrived at the Inajitsu Grounds for Tokyo’s Senbatsu, Miyuki noticed that You Shunshin seemed different. He had a wide-eyed, amazed look.

“Clock Work” as they’d called him for his uncanny control of his pitches, had been driven and focused last time they’d played Akikawa Academy. He wondered, briefly, what had caused the change and then he was swept up in their practice and didn’t think about it again.

He noticed it the next day when they were paired up in the bullpen. It was just like he’d dreamed of. Shunshin threw the ball exactly where he asked. He marveled at his precision and grace.

During their practice in the bullpen, Shunshin stopped and walked up to Miyuki who pulled off his catcher’s mask. “Everything all right?”

“I was going to ask you. You haven’t said anything about my pitches.”

Miyuki smiled. “That’s because they’re almost perfect. There’s nothing to correct or adjust.”

Shunshin frowned. “There’s always something that’s concerning.”

“All right. Let me know ask you how I’m doing. Do my signs make sense? Am I asking too much, too little? Are you bored?”

Shunshin shrugged. “You’re doing fine. Yes. No. No. No.”

The corner of Miyuki’s mouth twitched. “Ah well, that’s good...then.”

Shunshin stood looking down at him. “I’ve always wanted to pitch to you. This is kind of a dream come true.”

“Pitching practice with me?” Miyuki laughed.

“Yes. And also this Senbatsu. It’s the perfect way to end my career in Japan.”

“Oh. That’s right, you’re going back to Taiwan after this?”

He nodded. Miyuki stepped closer and tapped his chest with his mitt. “It’s going to be a good couple of games.”

Shunshin blushed. “I’ve seen you do that with Sawamura. I always thought he was so lucky to have you. You seem to like him.”

MIyuki was taken aback for a moment then recovered. “He’s a loudmouth and kind of an idiot but he’s fun to work with.” Shunshin didn’t reply to this comment. “Shall we continue?

They went back to practicing though Miyuki considered it more like him moving his mitt around while Shunshin did all the work.

Later, they were all sitting in dugout, waiting for the coach. Miyuki looked around, amazed at the caliber of players. Mei kept trying to get his attention, Carlos wouldn’t put his shirt on, Shirakawa engaged in friendly banter with Umemiya about his favorite hair product, and Shunshin sat quietly next to him, listening to music on his headphones, watching everyone.

“You all right?” Miyuki asked him.

Shunshin removed his ear bud. “Yeah. I was just listening to this song by Yuming. Ever hear anything by her?”

“I don’t think so,” said Miyuki.

“What are you two talking about?” said Mei. He was trying to barge into their conversation.

“Shunshin here is telling me about a song by Yuming. Ever hear of her?” Said Miyuki.

“Oh yeah, she’s great!” said Mei. “You have really good taste!” This he said to Shunshin.

“It reminds me a little of this situation,” said Shunshin. He passed one of his ear buds to Miyuki. When he took it from him, their hands brushed. Miyuki smiled and slipped it into his ear. He listened. It was wonderful. Upbeat and hopeful. Mei was telling everyone about the song but Miyuki just looked at Shunshin, their eyes meeting in a kind of soft understanding.

****
The next day, Miyuki arrived early so he could change and start warming up.

He was stretching on the slightly damp grass. It was a beautiful day. Shunshin approached him and started stretching out his hip flexors.

“Do you mind playing first base?” He asked.

“No, I had a feeling something like this would happen. With Inui as our captain, I knew I wouldn’t be able to play catcher.”

Shunshin stopped stretching. “Out of all the people I’ve met here. I think you’re the one who intrigues me the most.”

“What?” Miyuki couldn’t cover his surprise.

“You’re interested in how people work, what motivates them and breaks them.”

“That comes from being a catcher,” said Miyuki going back to his hamstring stretches. “And figuring out how to beat your opponents.”

“Does it?”

Miyuki nodded. “What else would it come from?”

Shunshin looked at him for too long. “What do you make of me, Miyuki Kazuya?”

He opened his mouth to speak then stopped.

“Come on,” said Shunshin pushing up his glasses, “You can tell me.”

“You like...order. Predictability but...deep down inside you fear uncertainty and...chaos.”

“Not bad. And how would you break me?”

“I wouldn’t,” Miyuki said without thinking. A soft breeze ruffled Shunshin’s black hair. “I just...I guess you’re fine the way you are.”

“You mean, you wouldn’t do it but you’d have someone else do it.”

“Maybe.” Miyuki nodded approvingly. “I think you have me a little figured out too.”

“Kind of fun, right?” He smiled. Miyuki saw that soft understanding in his eyes again.

At that point, the rest of the players came out to warm up and they stopped talking.

****
They’d done pretty well for themselves, tying the first game with Americans and being beat by one point in the second but the best part, Miyuki thought, was being on the same team as these guys. “Once in a lifetime,” he said to himself as he packed up his bag.

“Hey,” Shunshin walked up to him, “I want to thank you for everything.”

“Oh yeah, great games, great people,” said Miyuki.

“I’m leaving in a couple of weeks. Mind if I get your Line account?”

“I’m not on Line but we can text each other,” said Miyuki.

Shunshin laughed. “Why am I not surprised?” They exchanged numbers. Shunshin was looking at him for too long again.

“Of course we’ll keep in touch,” said Miyuki.

“Yeah.” Shunshin shifted his feet awkwardly.

“Everything okay?” Miyuki could see a blush coloring his cheeks.

“I just...there are a few things I regret. One of them is not getting to know you better.”

“We were on separate teams so it’s more difficult to do.”

“You seem to know Narumiya pretty well.”

“That’s because we started playing when we were kids.”

“Hm,” Shunshin looked over at Mei who was laughing with one of the American players. “He’s the only person I’ve heard call you Kazuya.”

“Yeah, that’s his privilege, I guess. And we know Mei is all about his privileges.”

“Can I...call you that?”

Miyuki felt a jolt. No one had ever asked him that before. “Sure. Feel free.”

Shunshin’s face grew redder. “Thanks. I guess we better go talk to the others now. They’re going to wonder what we’re up to.” He started to turn away.

Miyuki reached out and brushed Shunshin’s hand with his fingertips, much like they had when he’d passed him the earbud. Shunshin turned back, surprised.

“Are you regretting that you came to talk to me?” asked Miyuki.

“No,” said Shunshin. “Would you?”

“No.” Miyuki smiled and they walked back to the others. He didn’t flinch when Shunshin slipped his arm around his shoulder.

FILL: Team Daiya, G

[gryphongirl]

Ship/Character: Todoroki Raichi/&Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 488
Remix Permission: Yes



***

Sawamura sat on the park bench in the shade, eating ice cream. It was a warm day and people were out and about in shorts and sundresses. He’d gone out alone instead of with his teammates for a change, so he could have some time to himself.

He’d gotten the shop’s newest flavor banana ice cream. It was rich and creamy and he was trying to eat it before it melted.

“Mm.”

Sawamura looked up and was surprised to see Todoroki Raichi standing there. He wore a thin t-shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals. He was alone.

“H-hi.” He looked around. “Are you here with your friends?”

Raichi shook his head, just standing there awkwardly.

“Do you want to sit down? It’s shady here.”

Raichi was looking at his ice cream.

“Oh!” said Sawamura. He smiled up at him. “It’s banana ice cream. The shop just introduced it this week.”

Raichi’s eyes seemed to glow, not the crazy red glow he was used to seeing on the field when he was at bat but the glow that a child gets when it sees something it wants.

“Come on, let’s get you a cone.”

Raichi flushed red. “You don’t have to….”

“Aw, come on. We’ve been on the same field more than once,” said Sawamura. “There’s nothing wrong with getting ice cream together.”

Sawamura thought he would excuse himself but Raichi followed him to the shop.

“So,” said Sawamura, “how’s it going?”

“I think okay,” he spoke quietly. Sawamura had to lean close to him to hear.

“That’s good.” They reached the shop which was thronged with people. They got in line and Sawamura leaned back against the cool wall. “You’re an amazing hitter. I’ve never seen anyone like you. It’s thrilling to watch your at-bats especially if I’m not pitching to you.”

Raichi let out a soft laugh. “Seidou has many pitchers and they’re all different. I love playing your team.”

Sawamura thought that this might be the first him he’d heard Raichi speak two sentences in a row except when he was obsessively getting ready for his at-bat and yelling “Sawamura, you’re mine!” over and over.

They moved forward in the line, Raichi looking down at his sandals. Sawamura thought he should say something else but he realized he felt easy with Raichi so let the silence continue.

****
They were both sitting on the same park bench, shade a welcome respite from the sun.

Raichi was like a little kid, wolfing down the ice cream. “This…really good,” he said between bites.

“Glad you like it,” said Sawamura. He smiled. “You’re a nice guy even if you don’t say much.”

Raichi stopped eating. He looked surprised. “No one’s said that to me before.”

“I guess I’ll have to keep saying it then,” said Sawamura. He leaned forward. “Raichi, you’re a nice guy.”

Raichi flushed deep red then smiling happily, he went back to eating.

Fill: Team team 29 balls (and a bucket) to the face, G

[buni_emoji]

Ship/Character: Ushijima
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags:
Word Count: 77 words/ 14 lines
Remix Permission:go for it. Show me if you do!

***
Give me your devotion
I’ll pay you with pride

Give me your loyalty
I’ll pay you in respect

Give me your trust
I’ll pay you in victory

Give me your belief
I’ll pay you in strength

Give me your tosses
I’ll pay you in spikes

Give me your faith
I’ll pay you in miracles

Show me their walls
I’ll blast through them all

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Self-Esteem Issues
Word Count: 202; 45 lines
Remix Permission: blanket

***

when i first see you
you tell me that
you dont find me interesting
and i tell you that
you will

when i next see you
you tell me that
you’re not good enough for first string
and i tell you that
you will be

when i next see you
you tell me that
you want to know what i taste like
and i tell you that
you will

when i next see you
you tell me that
you’re not sure if you love me
and i tell you that
you will be

when i next see you
you tell me that
you can’t play with the team
and i tell you that
you will

when i next see you
you tell me that
you’re not a first string player
and i tell you that
you will be

when i next see you
you tell me that
you don’t believe in yourself
and i tell you that
you will

when i next see you
you tell me that
you’re still not confident enough
and i tell you that
you will be

when i next see you
you tell me that
you dont find yourself interesting
and i tell you that
you will

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Aomine/Kise
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 125, 21 lines
Remix Permission: Go for it

This was made at 2am and I'm sorry.

***

We’re the Generation of Miracles
We’re the best that’s ever been
But where are we?

We do our parts
But is it even fair to call our opponents rivals anymore?

Where’s the love of the game?
You copy everyone’s move and make them better
I’m here playing strong against them all
Something’s wrong here

We’re the Generation of Miracles
We’re the best that’s ever been
But I don’t think we’re in paradise

Even with alone with you
In our shared moments
I don’t think we’re in paradise

But we’re both fighting for this
And we’re both happy here
We have each other and that’s all we want

I don’t think we’re in paradise
But I don’t think I mind
Not when I’m here with you

Re: FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[hilaryfun]

Awww thank you so much for the fill!

FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, T

[mousapelli]

Ship/Character: Victor/Yuuri, Christophe
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: magic, wizard AU, drunken failure
Word Count: 1071


this turned out kinda weird lol I'm sorry.

***

It's bad enough Yuuri got drunk during last year's Wizarding Worlds final banquet and doesn't remember a thing of it (he wishes he didn't remember the competition that he bungled so marvelously instead of recalling with perfectly clarity how he was supposed to transmogrify an intricate sculpture of twisting vines and instead ended up with some questionable tentacles). And then Victor had shown up out of the clear blue sky, Victor Nikiforov who had been a Worlds' Grand Magus five times in a row, and offered to coach Yuuri.

Yuuri still doesn't understand it, but it has been the best summer of his whole life, hard and fun and…well, magical, he supposes. Somehow he'd come out of it as Victor's lover instead of just his student, and even though he's been practicing magic since he could remember, now he feels like he understands where his magic comes from, inside his own self. When Victor whispers in his ear or laces their hands together or even just watches, Yuuri feels like he's full of magic just waiting to pour out, waiting for Yuuri's imagination and will to give it shape and form.

But the worst part is that now on the night before this year's Worlds, he's watching Christophe's phone in horror as he sees a drunk, overconfident Yuuri from last year challenge Yuri Plisetsky to a charms duel, holler, "OH YEAH?!" and then turn around and blast Victor Nikiforov with a garbled love charm right in the face.

"Oh my god," Yuuri wails, hands coming up to his face. "Oh my god, that's why you came to Hasetsu! That's why you—oh my GOD! That's illegal!"

"Not in my country, it's not!" Victor announces.

"Yuuuuri, that's so sleazy!" Phichit exclaims, covering his mouth as he scrolls back and watches again. Yuri's expression is thunderous at the replay of his loss, while Otabek gives them a very serious round of applause.

"You really didn't remember?" Victor asks. He crosses his arms, thoughtful. "Actually that would make a lot of things make more sense."

"I cursed you!" Yuuri cries.

"You charmed me," Victor corrects. "Because you're charming! That's why I love you!"

"YOU LOVE ME BECAUSE I WON A DRUNKEN WIZARD DUEL AND SHOT YOU IN THE FACE WITH MY WAND!"

The tent goes dead silent for a long second, and then all of the patrons burst into applause while Yuuri buries his face on his arms on the table. Phichit laughs so hard he cries.

Later in the hotel, Yuuri tries four different versions of the counter charm, all to no success. Whatever improvised flourishes drunk Yuuri had thrown in to really make it stick, sober Yuuri can barely understand his slurred incantation on the video, much less undo it. He's so frustrated with himself that he doesn't even realize at first that Victor's crying.

He's reaching out to touch Victor's face before he can stop himself. "Are you…crying? Don't cry! Don't be upset, I'll fix it, I promise, I'll—"

"I'm not upset, i'm angry," Victor snaps, batting Yuuri's hand away. He glares, eyes sharp blue like the ice magic he specializes in. "Do you want to be rid of me that badly?"

"No! No, I…Victor I tricked you! This isn't…" Yuuri trails off just on the edge of saying the word "real" because he can't bear for none of this to have meant anything. But that's the truth isn't it? He brought all of this on himself.

Victor stands up, face still stone hard, and Yuuri expects him to storm out of the room, but instead he grabs Yuuri's wrist and drags him out into the hallway too. They're both in their hotel robes, but they only go a handful of doors down before Victor raps sharply on the door. Christophe pulls the door open, also wearing his hotel robe, holding a flute of champagne.

"Well, now it's a party!" Christophe exclaims, pushing the door open the rest of the way. Yuuri slouches in after Victor, downcast, thinking that they look like a bunch of strippers who've lost their giant cake.

"Show him," Victor orders, pushing Yuuri down on the end of the bed with a look that clearly means Stay.

"Geez, whatever happened to foreplay?" Christophe asks, waving a hand.

"Chris."

"All right, keep your robe on…no, take it off actually," Christophe corrects, standing up straighter out of his slouch. Victor shrugs off his robe, leaving him pale and flawless in only his black briefs. Yuuri's whole heart aches. "Well, my little snake charmer, what's the first thing you learn about love charms, and don't say it's that they're illegal."

"They're…" Yuuri stumbles, about to say exactly that. "They alter perception…no, they affect the aura, not the body."

"Exactement! So to see if your charm is still working its magic, we only need to make the invisible visible. Nothing simpler." Christophe takes a long sip of the champagne, then brings his hand to his mouth curled into a narrow tube, and blows a spray of champagne just above Victor's head, so that it settles down in a mist. "And voilà! What do you see?"

Victor spreads his arms wide, but still just looks like Victor, perhaps slightly more damp.

"Nothing?" Yuuri tilts his head. The hope blooms in his chest, delicate and terrible. "I don't see anything, just you."

"I told you!" Victor says, exasperated but fond. He holds his arms open wide and Yuuri launches himself off the bed into them. "It's just because you're charming."

"Shut up!" Yuuri wails, burying his face in Victor's chest. "What the hell. I guess I was drunk enough that it didn't even work. If that isn't me all over—"

"Hm, I think perhaps there's another explanation," Christophe speaks up. He drains his glass and pours another. "Your family's onsen specializes in mineral waters, doesn't it? Including the famous healthful salt bath. Salt, you know, purifies the aura as well as the body."

Yuri freezes. He feels so stupid he could die. "Oh. Ohhhhhhh."

"So cute when you blush," Victor coos, kissing Yuuri soundly on the mouth.

"Ah yes, I do love a happy ending." Christophe tips his glass towards them. "Now kindly get the hell out of my room. I need my beauty sleep even when faced with such woeful competition tomorrow as this one."

Re: FILL: TEAM REELFRIENDSHIP, T

[hilaryfun]

Oh wow this is amazing! Thank you so much for the fill! If you do the longer version please let me know - I'm Daiyanerd on twitter and Tumblr! I'd love to read more!