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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2015-05-30 08:51 pm
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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

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

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.

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    • The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
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swiftling: haikyuu!! (suga)


[personal profile] swiftling 2015-05-31 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Asahi/Suga (Haikyuu!!)

"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" -Mary Anne Radmacher
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FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, T

[personal profile] saintjoy 2015-05-31 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No major content warnings
Word count: 1173
((or, in which Asahi and Suga reach a gay singularity while also emotionally supporting each other magnificently))

Daichi had to leave practice right after it ended, leaving Sugawara to sweep the floor and lock up the equipment. Nishinoya and Tanaka left first – probably to go play video games at home after a long week of exams and practices – and the first years and other second years soon followed. Takeda and Coach Ukai decided to go out for drinks together, and Ennoshita needed some hard-earned sleep, so when the gym doors slammed shut for the second to last time that night, it was just Sugawara, his broom, and Asahi on the court.

"Are you sure I'm not in the way?"
"Don't mind, don't mind," Sugawara joked, cocking the handle of the broom toward Asahi. "As long as you gather all the balls you use and put them away for me, it's all good."

Sugawara plugged in his headphones and listened to an album he downloaded the other day while he swept the floor. First he walked around the perimeter, then the interior of the court; he trusted Asahi not to lop off his head with the force of his serves. He'd been getting better at them. Sugawara made a point of watching his older teammates, for often the achievements of the first years overshadowed their steady progress. He watched for their ticks that meant they were going to do spike technique A or serve C. Asahi always turned his feet to the left before doing a jump serve. If he was preparing for a quick, he cracked his thumb knuckles. When breaking through a block, he furrowed his eyebrows and rolled his shoulders, as if to summon all of his strength for one spike that could smash through brick walls. He tugged on his bun of hair when he was anxious. He scratched his ear when he was trying to focus. And, more than anyone else, Sugawara knew that Asahi had the kind of unmatched focus that really made him fit to be Karasuno's ace.

As he leaned against the wall and let the broom drop to the floor, Sugawara considered the idea that he watched Asahi more than he watched his other teammates. He licked his lips and toyed with the thought. Well, as a setter, that was only natural, right? It was a setter's job to be in tune with his spiker, get the ball to his hand and bring out the best of his skills. Daichi was big on defense, and the second-years other than Nishinoya and Tanaka weren't regular players, and didn't spend nearly as much time with him in his previous years.

He sat cross-legged and watched Asahi practice. Throw up the ball, three long steps forward, crouch, jump, smack, hit the edge of the court. Grab another ball, throw it up, five short steps forward, leap, smack, hit the opposite edge of the court. Another ball, a short toss, one lunge forward, an underhanded thud that made the ball drop just past the net. Sugawara pulled off his headphones. Asahi didn't so much as grunt when he practiced alone. Sugawara wondered if it was the stress that dragged his voice out of him.

"Is something wrong, Sugawara?" He didn't realize when, but at some point Asahi had ceased his practice and walked up to Sugawara with a look of concern. "You seem out of it."
A blush dyed his cheeks red as he jumped to his feet. "No, no, I was thinking, is all."
Asahi raised an eyebrow. "Is it getting late? You want me to pack up?"
"No, it's okay," Sugawara said, shaking his head. "Practice as long as you want. Just don't overexert yourself."
"I mean, I'm pretty much done..." Asahi trailed off, fidgeting with the ball in his hands. "So, if you wanna leave."
"I'll stick around." He smiled, and Asahi reciprocated the gesture. "How about I help with your spikes."
"Oh, sure!" If he wasn't over six feet tall, Sugawara might've said that he was bouncing up and down in excitement. "Yeah, that sounds cool. Yeah!"
"Alright, then let's do that."

Sugawara tossed the ball into the air, hit it once, and Asahi leapt and smacked it over the net. It landed just short of the midline.
"Too high?" he asked.
"Yeah, but I mean my jump was a bit off, so–"
"I'll toss it lower next time."
"Oh, okay."

A toss, a hit, a leap, a smack. The ball landed just off-center.
"How was that?"
"It was good, yeah." Asahi grinned and held his hand in the air. "Hit my palm perfectly."
"Cool," Sugawara replied, "glad to see I haven't lost my touch."
Asahi paused. "Yeah."

A rumble of thunder strolled in through the gaping windows. Sugawara would have to close them before it started pouring. He was about to grab the pole in the corner of the room, but before he could move, Asahi's hand clasped onto his wrist.
"Um." Sugawara glanced back at him, curiosity billowing in his eyes. "Koushi."
It was important. "What is it?"
"You're not dispensable, you know."
Sugawara tried to crack a smile, but it came out half-hearted. "I know that."
"You aren't." Asahi pulled him closer, and the blush on his cheeks grew darker.
"I know, Asahi," Sugawara said, assuring himself more than Asahi, "you don't need to–"

Asahi kissed him, and the sensation overwhelmed him. His scruffy beard itched his skin and his hands were thick with callouses but his every touch was gentle nonetheless. He fell into Asahi's chest and bent backward as Asahi leaned forward and held him close. His skin was sticky and he smelled like sweat but Sugawara didn't mind all that much. How could he mind, when he was the vice-captain of a boys' volleyball team?

Sugawara untangled Asahi's hair tie and let his thick locks hang loose. Despite its appearance, his hair was soft and easily melded between his fingers. Asahi trailed a hand up his back and held the nape of his neck, when a flash of lightning struck outside. A downpour of rain followed. "Ack!" Sugawara sputtered, breaking away from Asahi. "We have to close the windows!"
"Oh... oh!" Asahi broke out of his daze and shook back to life. "I'll–I'll help!"

They dashed for the pole hanging in corner of the room and held it together to push all the windows closed. Each one sealed shut and raindrops pattered against them in circular waves. The gym warmed up without the cool breeze, although the humidity remained. Sugawara let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, so that's done." He wiped his forehead and turned back toward Asahi. "So, um..."
"I have an umbrella," Asahi said, meekness bleeding into his voice. "I'll walk you home."
"Oh." A grin curled onto his face – a genuine one, this time. "Why don't you invite yourself in?"
Asahi went tense, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. "I-If you wouldn't mind, I mean, I'm not busy or anything so if it isn't any sort of intrusion...!"
Sugawara snorted. "I wouldn't invite you if it was."

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Re: FILL: SWAG 2016

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putsch: ([jojo] lipstick lovin')


[personal profile] putsch 2015-05-31 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
aomine daiki/kagami taiga/kuroko tetsuya, kuroko no basuke

Edited 2015-05-31 01:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] trueprinci 2015-06-03 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
I WANT TO FILL THIS ASAP and i've been rolling this prompt around in my head all day trying to think about how i can make it hype af but my writing is pretty slow and gay so my fill might be SLOW AND GAY when i want this to be FAST AND GAY


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[personal profile] kayable 2015-05-31 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi

"Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day in day out" - Robert Collier
Edited 2015-05-31 01:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tailcoat 2015-06-01 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
word count: 1320, oh god this got away from me

Oikawa Tooru is not a genius.

But he must fight them.

...How do you scale an unscalable wall, close even the tiniest distance in that great expanse with anything but puddle after puddle of sweat, with one impossible handhold up that wall at a time?

Each echo of the ball in the gym - the only sound after the sun has gone down and Iwa-chan is the only one around (leaning against the doorjamb and yelling "enough already" at him) - each twinge in his knee as they stretch, each jump, higher and higher, each change in expression on their opponent's faces as they step onto the court is another rung on the ladder he will use to vault over the wall called genius.

He grits his teeth at Tobio, sticks out his tongue, digs deeper into himself and breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn't get into Shiratorizawa. Karasuno is nothing, they are no one, and crushing genius talent will be the proof he needs that nothing can compare to blood and sweat and tears, shed until his body is empty.

It's not until after he makes the condition that Tobio serve during the practice match that the thought that Karasuno likely already has an official setter crosses his mind. All the more reason to prove that genius is nothing.

He doesn't make most of the match; trained too hard in anticipation and strained his knee to the point that not only Iwa-chan yelled at him, but the rest of the third years and the coach, too. It doesn't matter. He trusts in his team, knows that they are more than enough to take down a team of flightless crows. Even though they do not win, the intent has been made, the gauntlet has been thrown. We have worked hard; in the end, we will rule the court.

As they leave the court, his eyes trail over the Karasuno members on the bench and he wonders. There is none of the frustration on any of their faces he would expect at having to be replaced for an entire game, at being pushed aside. He looks for the fire and anger he felt when he was asked to step off the court and cannot find a reflection of it and wonders if he was wrong.

He is not.

Sugawara Koushi is not a genius.

No team deserves more than one genius, in his opinion, and it's almost a relief to learn who Karasuno's third-year setter is. Now that he's looking, Oikawa can see the hunger in Sugawara's eyes, his desire to stand on the court and tie the team together and he wonders how he missed it before. It's always in the eyes.

The mood in the entire gym shifts as Sugawara steps onto the court, not just on Karasuno's side; Seijoh has been fairly relaxed, winding Karasuno up further and further. Sugawara snaps that back in an instant, and Oikawa starts to pay attention.

It's clear from his sets that despite being textbook, clean technique, each ball is entrusted, rather than merely tossed. Oikawa sees glimmers of reflections of his own sets, of knowing what sort of ball is easiest for each spiker to hit, of hours spent watching and tossing and learning each jump until it is muscle memory to let the ball flick from his fingers in just the right direction for each member of the team.

It is hard work and it is frustrating to see it used against him when his was supposed to be the side of digging in and climbing that unscalable wall.

Sugawara Koushi is a puzzle that must be solved.

In the end, he served his purpose perfectly; he changed the rhythm of play, made Karasuno even more unpredictable. He eased the team back into sense, even if in the end it does not matter.

Oikawa Tooru cannot get Sugawara Koushi out of his mind.

It's not difficult to figure out his routine, to make sure their paths crossed. The hardest part is timing the ends of both their practices - predicting when Karasuno's would let out and Sugawara would be on the bus home that Oikawa could also take (though not convenient) without cutting into his own extra practices.

The first few times seem like an accident; they are weeks apart, and Oikawa flashes a brilliant grin Sugawara's way, who answers with a similarly blinding smile and a nod. And sits in the furthest seat available. Oikawa's timing becomes better and it seems less and less coincidental to the point that Sugawara finally sits in the open seat with a small sigh.

"Haven't seen you here for a couple weeks."

"Mmm. We were in Tokyo, training."

"Ah, so all of your third years are going to the Spring Tournament, then? How admirable!"

The laugh that earns him makes him feel as if the bus has jolted to a stop. It is similar - not the same, he can't admit that to himself - to the laugh he gives Iwa-chan when he asks about his knee. He only catches the last half of what Sugawara says, "...and really, we weren't ready to give up the court that quickly."

There it is. That hardened determination, so at odds with the rest of the image Sugawara presents, and Oikawa needs to know. How deep it runs, how far Sugawara will go. If there are as many layers as his to peel back before he knows Sugawara, knows Koushi.

"How do you feel about karaoke?" He cuts in across whatever Sugawara was saying about their training camp and grins, propping his chin on his hand. "The place near the station has a decent student rate for this time of night." Sugawara looks appropriately taken aback before he recovers, faster than Oikawa would've liked to better be able to study his reactions.

"Ah, I'm not that great at singing; I do better in a group."

"That's fine! You can just listen to me sing until you feel comfortable; it's what Iwa-chan does all the time!"

Sugawara shifts in his seat and Oikawa can't tell if it's discomfort or a conflict about saying yes.

"If it's all the same, and it sounds like it would be, I think I'll just go home. Practice was tiring enough."

The conversation turns back to volleyball, Oikawa schooling his expression into an amicable smile. It doesn't take long for it to relax into something closer to real, though; Sugawara is insightful and sharp, and they trade opinions on the other teams in the area, punctuated by stories until Sugawara stands, abruptly, thumb slamming the call button.

"Ah, shit, this is my stop. Have a good night, Oikawa-san."

The bus rides continue like this, stories becoming less about their teams and more about them as the meetings become more and more frequent. Oikawa invites Suga to karaoke every time, though at least now he gets a smile and a small shove as a denial.

The misses get more frequent as the Preliminaries come, with both of them missing as Sectionals approaches until one day a couple weeks before. Their conversation is nonsensical - about cafeteria food, for all Oikawa can remember. His attention is on the determination in Suga's eyes, at odds with his words, but he brushes it off as anticipation for the fight to come. As they near Suga's stop, he leans forward, words already on the tip of his tongue to make his customary invite when Suga leans forward instead.

His lips fall apart as Suga's leave them, the determination in Suga's eyes replaced by an indomitable sparkle.

"I know this isn't your bus, Oikawa." He tilts his head, eyes softening just a touch as he watches Oikawa's shocked expression. "Don't think this means we won't defeat you at Sectionals, though!" With a wink, he's gone into the night, and all Oikawa can do is slowly lean back in the seat and start to laugh.

He's looking forward to Sectionals. In the end, after all, hard work will win out.


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Prompt: Team Haikyuu!!

[personal profile] bisharp 2015-05-31 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Manami/Onoda (Yowapeda)

When it feels like all the walls are caving in, it's okay
We can let 'em fall;
Climb on top and we'll get higher, higher
Get on top and take it higher

- The Ready Set
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[personal profile] julian23moore 2015-06-01 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
Manga Spoilers

743 words

It had been fourteen days since Onoda’s visit to Hakone. Fourteen days since he had seen Manami, the usually cheerful, careful climber who always had a smile on his face. Except that his smile was a bit forced at first when he saw him.

He took out his phone. There were a couple of new messages, but none from the one he was waiting for.

That was when he believed that Manami had no intention whatsoever to maintain their friendship, even in the most convenient way.

A couple of days ago he had given sending Manami messages since none of them were replied to. Being the overly-considerate person he was, Onoda spent the rest of the hours worrying about how Manami must had gotten annoyed at him, and was trying to avoid him at all cost.

But the other never failed to surprise him in one way or another.

“Sakamichi-kun, I am in Akihabara now.”

When Onoda frantically rode on his bike and dashed to the place he loved the most, the only evidence left of Manami’s presence was a water bottle, tucked on the sidewalk unnoticeably.

Onoda had regretted so much why he had not picked up the phone earlier, so he could come here earlier, and ask Manami directly if he really was being the worst friend he thought himself as.

A few more weeks had passed and Spring crept into the air, wiping away the last scent of Winter and bringing warmth again, which meant that training would start anytime soon.

“Sakamichi-kun,” he started. “I’m in front of the back-gate slope.”

Onoda’s heart almost skipped a beat when he heard this news.

“You mean…the one at the back of our school?”


“I’m coming over! Please-please wait for me, Manami-kun!”

In fear of Manami disappearing again, Onoda quickly grabbed his bike, not even bothering changing into his jersey, and rode down the slope as quickly as possible without tumbling over.

There he was, with his trademark grin and a casually-worn school uniform, waving at Onoda as he pulled the brakes and stopped in front of him.

“Hey,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”

“M-Manami-kun…” Onoda stuttered, still astounded by the fact that Manami was standing there, right in front of him. “Why are you here?”

“Didn’t feel like going to school, so I came here,” he merely shrugged and replied. “So, Sakamichi-kun, how about a race? Just you and me, and this slope, let’s see who’s faster this time.”

Onoda remembered the last time when Toudou ‘invited’ them both for a private race but it ended up being canceled due to the massive amount of snow that was blocking their way on the hill. He found himself returning a smile equally bright.


And they did. In spite of the tire Onoda felt burdened in his body from a full day of school and training afterwards, but while Manami rode side by side to him, all the tire could be forgotten in an instance.

“You know,” halfway through the slope, Manami suddenly broke the silence. “I hated you for winning.”

Onoda did not know what to say.

“But I guess I was just being childish, I shouldn’t resent someone else for being better than me,” Manami sighed, but it was more like a sigh of relief, as if he had finally gathered up his courage to say something in his mind. “Sakamichi-kun, can you promise me that, if we are left to compete each other in the next Inter-high, just like the last one…” He trailed off, but Onoda knew what he should say now.

“Of course, Manami-kun,” he smiled at him and said. “I will race you to the top.”

Manami looked at him, and the genuine smile he had offered him after hearing the fact that Manami had once despised him for winning the race a few months ago. He felt like he somehow owed this boy something else.

“Sakamichi-kun, can we stop to rest just for a second?”

Onoda was confused because Manami never asked for an interval during a race, not to mention that this was a race on a mountain that he loved the most, but did the same when Manami jumped off his bike and put it aside.

Before he could ask what was wrong, Onoda found himself being held in a tight embrace.

“Thank you,” Manami whispered. “For climbing with me.”
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[personal profile] iwaizumemes 2015-05-31 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Kiyoko/Saeko, Haikyuu!!

"She was not conquered." - The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkein
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[personal profile] elts 2015-05-31 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
no major content tags // a little sexism/misogyny (not really, but better safe than sorry)

587 words

Tanaka Saeko would lie, if she said she wasn’t a little impressed by Shimizu Kiyoko.
Well, this would also be untrue, because she was, in fact, constantly being swept off her feet by the younger girl’s aura.
Each of her numerous admirers viewed her as a challenge and a prize to be won. They almost always gave up, when the realization Kiyoko wouldn’t perform any of their fantasies on them sank in. Some called her a bitch and warned her that her superiority complex would take its toll on her social life in the future, after she had rejected them. Others just walked away quietly, swallowing the rest of their manly pride. Shimizu regarded the both types with a silent stare that couldn’t be mistaken as anything but dismissal.
Saeko knew her better than them though.
She saw her as a star. Beautiful, cold and distant, but the closer one gets, the warmer and brighter Kiyoko is. Yet still dangerous and unclaimable. She remembered all the tales about her brother’s team’s beautiful manager and the passion in his eyes as he talked about her. Saeko had brushed it off as an exaggeration of a teenage boy with his first longtime crush then.

But there she was now- wiping her palms on her pants, preparing herself for asking the girl who made conventional Japanese beauty standards seem extraordinary out.
What she was the most scared about wasn’t rejection. Not even close to the top. The worst was perspective of disappointment in Shimizu’s eyes and being dismissed as one of the obnoxious, shallow admirers, despite their friendly encounters in the past. Or maybe because of them. She shivered at the thought of her jokes holding no more importance than all the simple-minded attempts to win a date with Kiyoko. She wanted them to matter.
She came prepared. She made additional bento for Ryuu and planned on giving it to him at morning practice, saying he forgot it. He already had one, but she believed he was able to take the hint and help his awesome big sister for once. She didn’t have a plan for actually talking to her little crush, but there’s a time for everything, right?
She was about to enter the gym, when the door suddenly opened, revealing the crush in question.
“Tana- Saeko-san, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, Ryuu forgot his bento today, so I decided to have mercy on him and bring it to him.” She shook the box, but stopped, hearing the contents moving inside. Oops, Ryuu wouldn’t mind, would he?
“I see. Well then, I need to go. Goodbye, Saeko-san.” Kiyoko turned to leave and the woman slapped herself inwardly for missing the perfect chance.
“Ah, wait!” rushed from her mouth. The younger girl turned around and looked expectantly at Saeko without a word. “So, well, do you want to grab a coffee sometime? Uh, maybe?”
A silence followed. This wasn’t her smoothest moment. Maybe she shouldn’t have done it. Kiyoko had probably received all sorts of extraordinary, flashy confessions. She totally screwed this up, didn’t she-
Saeko rediscovered the phrase “to reach the stars”.

A few days later her brother approached her.
“Woah, you’re so lucky! To think my sis would be the one to conquer Kiyoko-san’s heart!” And she could only shake her head and laugh to herself quietly.

She may have gotten a permission to kiss her goodbye, but Shimizu Kiyoko wasn’t and would never be conquered by her or anyone else in this world.

Edited 2015-05-31 18:56 (UTC)


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[personal profile] iwaizumemes 2015-05-31 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Iwaizumi/Oikawa, Haikyuu!!

"My bones are your bones, my home is your home." - Lapse by Envy on the Coast
bisharp: (team haikyuu | tanaka)

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, PG

[personal profile] bisharp 2015-05-31 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
No content warnings, 656 words

Hajime spends two hours a day jogging, mornings if it's the weekend, afternoons if he's working. It takes him about ten minutes to shower, five minutes to pull on his track pants and t-shirt, fifteen minutes to prepare breakfast and eat. He likes Saturday mornings best, when the week's just ended and sometimes it's overcast and he can go out into the day before the sun is properly risen. Waking feels like competing with it; they've submitted to each other enough times to be friendly rivals.

On a Thursday Oikawa tells him he's going to visit on Saturday. Hajime laughs and says okay and wonders if he should cut his shower time then in half. On Friday he goes jogging with a coworker and tells him about Oikawa's visit. Akaashi laughs and says, Finally, it's been too long since you've complained about him. Hajime rolls his eyes, but something warm rises in him, as he imagines Oikawa taking up couch space and bed space again.

Friday night Oikawa texts him, You better not be missing me too much! I'll see you soon ;* and Hajime replies with, Yeah, yeah, see you whenever you come. Oikawa asks him if he still jogs in the mornings, still brushes his teeth in the shower, still wears the grey joggers that he and Oikawa had bought matching together. Hajime glances to the side even though no one's in the room and doesn't text him back a straight answer.

Way to be predictable, Iwa-chan.

Saturday Hajime wakes up twenty minutes early. He still spends ten minutes showering, five minutes dressing, fifteen minutes making and eating breakfast. When he cracks open his front door, the sun shines through the clouds, dim enough for Hajime to glance up at it. He'll come home an hour early. Maybe half.

He closes the door and goes to put on his running shoes. His mind is clearer than the sky, and this weekend's plans run through his head - the new museum on the street corner, and maybe Oikawa's favorite restaurant later. Hajime straightens up and goes back to open the door.

Oikawa is standing there, fist raised like he'd been ready to knock, suitcase in one hand.

"Oh," says Hajime.

Oikawa's face breaks into a grin and he lets go of his suitcase to throw his arms around Hajime's neck. "Iwa-chan!" he says, as his suitcase topples down the porch steps and to the ground.

Hajime chuckles against his neck. "Your stuff fell, idiot."

Oikawa pulls back, laughs. "Can you blame me?" he says, and Hajime can't, really. Oikawa goes down to grab his suitcase, and Hajime steps aside to let him into the apartment.

As Oikawa sets his suitcase upright inside, Hajime says, "I'll be out running for a bit. You can stay in if you want."

Oikawa laughs and shakes his head. "C'mon, Iwa-chan," he says, putting his hands on his hips. "You're more perceptive than that."

Hajime's gaze drops and he realizes Oikawa's wearing the matching joggers, as well.

"Oh," he says, and Oikawa laughs again. But this time Hajime nudges him upside the head, and Oikawa takes the brief contact to grab Hajime by his shirtfront and steal a kiss. Unfazed, Hajime separates and says, "We're going to look ridiculous outside like this."

"We are," Oikawa agrees, and starts towards his front door. "Well? Shall we get going then?"

Today Hajime spends three hours jogging, twenty minutes trying to drag Oikawa out of the neighborhood fountain, ten minutes trying to recover his already half-broken cellphone, and fifteen minutes drying himself off in the nearby public restroom and kissing Oikawa against the stall doors. He likes this morning best, when Oikawa's laugh is the best noise he's heard in ages, when Oikawa's eyes light up at the mention of Hajime cooking, when the last ten minutes turns into a competition of who can get back first, and he and Oikawa race home together.

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[personal profile] illegiblesigns 2015-05-31 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Aomine Daiki/Kise Ryouta (Kuroko no Basuke!)

"I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat" (Michael Faudet)

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[personal profile] intricacies 2015-05-31 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
nsfw, breathplay; 452 words. i hope this is okay!

Callused. Rough. Practiced. Tight, desperate against his skin, and Aomine sucks in a sharp breath before he no longer can. The hands around his throat, thumbs pressing deep into the sides of his neck, are aged a lot more than Aomine expects—at thirteen, Kise’s hands had been delicate and untouched because, as he had told him, “models needed to take care of themselves.” Kise did not particularly care about basketball in those days and though Aomine had been completely open to teaching him (and completely flattered to have been the source of his inspiration), it was not something that Kise seemed to love.

He had thought of Kise as a child despite the fact that they were the same age; his overeagerness to please and flitting interests were traits he’d seen in children at the park whenever Satsuki dragged him there.

The Kise before him, on top of him, with his hands wrapped around his throat, had grown up. The skin of his hands showed it, the product of hard work and tears and hours spent in the gym. No doubt from Tetsu’s influence. Aomine would smirk had he been able to breathe, but instead he chokes on words he tries to say and receives two fingers slipped into his mouth. He can feel the calluses then; rough skin dead from abuse, a basketball pressed into them too many times. The Kise he knew from back then would have never been able to do this, or even in the last match—but perhaps it was because Aomine had been too blind to see it, the danger Kise had become even off-court, much more than a cheap imitation or a mirror.

Aomine curls his tongue around those fingers to coat them with saliva, grazes them with his teeth just short above biting, and watches as Kise’s lashes flutter. Kise shudders, quivers on top of him; the grip around his throat loosens and Aomine grins around the fingers. He entertains letting Kise take control just to see what he’s now capable of with that smoldering, carnal gaze a window into the fire ignited within Kise. And, Aomine realizes belatedly, that he wants to burn, suffocate in it.

Pride doesn’t let him admit it though, a deeply seated need to win that returns with a jolt, and Aomine soon has them flipped over with him hovering a disheveled Kise. Kise’s eyes widen before they lid and he moans from Aomine’s rough touch to his erection. Kise squirms, he writhes and shakes when Aomine leans his entire body down against Kise’s; and Aomine silences him with a rough kiss of clashing teeth and bruised lips, the faint taste of copper on their tongues.


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[personal profile] iwaizumemes 2015-05-31 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Kageyama/Hinata, Haikyuu!!

"Just two passing ships, wrecked on the same shore." The Fault Is In Our Stars by Meghan Tonjes

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(Anonymous) 2016-01-01 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
participant 9 here. i tried to do your lovely prompt justice.

the cargo he carries is big.
he has friends. middle school?
he has volleyball, someone he chases.
the little giant, you think his name is.

your ship is small.
its windows are broken, oikawa tooru whispers against the curtains,
there are no crew members.
just a king.

he disturbs the ocean when he sails in,
he’s propped up on shore, gracefully or not,
(signs point to no, but it’s an old itch that you absentmindedly scratch now)
and your cannons can't drive him away.

he’s too loud. pelts at your wooden floorboards,
leaves skid marks on your deck.

you make him walk the plank and he gladly goes over.
he's back on his ship. its cargo is bigger.
the holes left behind in yours.
it doesn't bother you,

but he reaches out a hand, says there's room for one more.
you slap it off. no.

okay, he says. but you're stuck here.
your ship is lodged in the sand.
it fills cracks between broken hull.


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[personal profile] putsch 2015-05-31 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
mihashi/abe; oofuri

"To face someone who is extraordinary, I can't allow myself to be ordinary." --roronoa zoro

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participant 9. thank you for the lovely prompt.

abe clutches at the swelling in his chest
nine, he remembers.
nine sections.

he’s been going about this all wrong.

abe is used to being the big man in charge.
he is extraordinary.
the clean muff of the ball against his mitt tells him that.
but in the face of this new information,
abe feels small.

this must be what mihashi feels like, he thinks.
tiny and shaken and small.

mihashi does not recognize the sleeping lion resting in bird feathers.

abe takes a breath to steel the thumping in his blood.
he is extraordinary,
he has no doubt.

mihashi is extraordinary.


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Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

"The story starts where the story falls apart with you." - Against the Current, from their song Dreaming Alone
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Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou (Haikyuu!!)

Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go, if my heart was a house you'd be home
- If My Heart Was A House, Owl City
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Word count: 404

Kuroo wasn't one for poetry, but if Kenma was anything to him, it was magnetic. The first time they met he was taken in by his quiet nature and calculating eyes. Of course, he wasn't the most graceful in social interactions, but he was willing to put himself out there. He convinced his neighbor to play volleyball. He did it every day after that, too, because he wanted to spend more time with the boy.

Years later, and the magnetism only grew stronger. Every touch just tugged him closer, setting his nerves on end and making him fall even harder. The day he confessed was the day he found out falling doesn't have to hurt, especially if Kenma was there to catch him. He felt at ease with him, and it was only after he moved to an apartment close to his university that he realized he thought of Kenma as home more than any place.

Then he had an offer for a video game scholarship in America. Kuroo never thought anything big would come of the competitions he entered, even though he noticed they got bigger each time. He could learn anything he wanted for free. He was entering a pro team. He'd go to larger competitions. Kuroo didn't say how afraid he was, how he always thought he was the one protecting Kenma, but now here he was, scared of losing him. The feeling didn't go away until one day he was sorting through his choices and looked over at Kuroo and asked, “Which one should I go to?”

Kuroo knew everything would be okay then. Maybe... The feeling was mutual. Kenma didn't say it often, but he always expressed his love in ways that Kuroo knew were special to just him. Anyone touching Kenma for a prolonged amount of time made him uncomfortable, but he'd choose to snuggle right up into Kuroo's lap after a long day. There was also the fact that on the rare occasions Kuroo was the one needing to be cheered up, Kenma would turn off his game and gently soothe him with calm whispers and tender kisses.

When they finally moved into a house of their own and began discussing more serious issues, Kuroo knew they weren't just a magnet, they were two sides of a coin. Kuroo had the strength and outgoing personality while Kenma had the brains and social awareness to keep them steady.
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Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi; Yowamushi Pedal

"There are strange things done in the midnight sun / By the men who moil for gold;" (Robert Service, The Cremation of Sam McGee)
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[personal profile] vashiane 2015-05-31 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka (Rinharu), Free!

"I am my own main rival." -- Dayron Robles
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[personal profile] fullofjoy 2015-06-01 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Depression, Angst; 734 words (pre-reconciliation fic set somewhere in season 1, episode 8)

(What am I doing? I'm an artist!)

2 AM again.

Rin turned his eyes away from the clock and back to the ceiling. The euphoria of victory he expected faded out hours ago-- faded out, more like he felt dropped into ice-cold water with the sudden shock. Now the familiar confusing thoughts kept him from falling asleep. And he was so looking forward to having a different reason to stay up late. Rin's victories feel so few and far between, he wanted to savor it a little longer.

He found his mind restless again. Trying to block it out worked as well as it had been for years. When was the last time he slept well? Always the same questions gnawing on his mind the moment he laid his head on the pillow. But today these thoughts only grew louder and more insistent.

Again, his goals never turned out the way he planned. Years passed, bitterness grew, and now Rin didn't see Haru as the boy he swam the relay with. The image faded into this phantom that always stood ahead of him. The phantom that he finally caught up to and overtook.

"I'll never swim with you again."

But then why did he feel...

He thought that things would go right for him now. The first time he managed to really feel like he achieved something in years. He thought this would be the sign that he's on the right path, and all the humiliation wasn't for nothing. Rin defeated his greatest rival, he thought. But he doesn't feel like he's won.

When did it become so warm in this room? He had to get out of here.

Good thing Nitori fell asleep a long time ago. Rin already saw his head resting against the window of the bus earlier, exhausted from the day's races. Careful to make no sound, Rin slipped on his running shoes and headed out the door.

Until he felt the outside air, Rin didn't realize how hot his face had become. The slight breeze caused by running helped a little, but the summer night air in his lungs hurt with its warmth.

Why did Makoto remind him of the past? Or better yet, why did Rin feel something - like some line of defense - shattered, by a few words? Words that couldn't be true. Haru was the same as he ever was, Rin could see that much. That unshakable gaze and that "free" nonsense he always spouted-- no, he hadn't changed at all. Why would he think that one swimming event could be enough to really change anything? Rin needed to put childish thoughts away, any ideas about Haru thinking fondly of that time.

But it still invaded his mind.

An image of the Iwatobi swim club relay passed through his mind. All the sounds of the audience a dull ringing in his ear, Rin seconds away from completing his leg. The butterfly stroke burned in his arms, but Rin didn't lose his concentration, only watching his goal. As he stretched his arm forward to touch the goal, by instinct he looked up to watch Haru dive in. He shouldn't have. Because in that moment, Haru stole his heart. And after even defeating him in a race, Rin couldn't win it back from him.

Rin hurried his pace, forcing himself to focus on where he's going. In his thoughts, he ran farther from the academy into areas he didn't recognize. He only signed up for the hundred meter free, so he could afford to run until he's exhausted. And he would remember the way back.

When he returned to his room, hoping Nitori was still in deep sleep, Rin didn't look at the clock.

The second day of prefecturals, Rin joined the team even without any event left for him to do. He only came on captain's orders. Iwatobi didn't have any other events today either, he remembered.

"Rin-senpai, are you going with the team?"

Nitori and some other teammates Rin didn't know all looked at him.

"I'll catch up later."

Rin turned to the window by his seat before he could see the faces they made in response. He needed some time to think.
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[personal profile] putsch 2015-05-31 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
nishinoya/tanaka; haikyuu

"I swear to you. I know what you are. They've written poems and poems about taming the beast. I do not want you tame. I want you, beast and all, monster eyes and bloody mouth." -mb
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[personal profile] nobetterpicture 2015-06-01 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
no major content warnings, poem, 22(technically) lines, 74 words.

The first time I saw you
The glow of your eyes
The stretch of your muscles
I lost my breath.

They say that
There’s a beast inside all of us.
That growing up means
To tame and collar
To suppress and forget.

I have forgotten.


When your eyes appear
Glowing gold across the court,
When I hear your
Vibrating behind me

All I want to do is
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[personal profile] putsch 2015-05-31 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
asahi/daichi/sugawara; haikyuu

"I swallow the dice - I make my own luck now." --fighting fish by dessa

FILL: SWAG2016, no tags

(Anonymous) 2016-01-08 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
participant 9.

the last year. the final year.
that’s what echoes through your minds
when you watch the middle schoolers.
you’ll get ahead with your own power
but there are prospects that remind you
you don’t have to do it alone.

what a storm,
an orange storm
he reminds you of
the own storm brewing inside

he’s not a replacement.
you grow just as much
hit, hit, hit
then you two come together
it’s not a replacement
it’s a team.

1 burns proudly on your back
but it’s not just one.
it has never been just one
except for when all stands as one.

you tighten your band
stretch your fingers
stand strong and tall

take to the skies.

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Nozomi/Eli (Love Live!)

I wanna ruin our friendship
We should be lovers instead

-Jenny, Studio Killers
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[personal profile] orielius 2015-05-31 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
How Long Will I Love You? (As Long As the Stars Are Above You)
no content warnings; 978 words

hi i hate myself.

Nozomi came from a family of believers and dreamers. She believed in fate and soul mates, in past lives and reincarnation. She believed in a red string of fate, tying her to her soul mate.

What a cruel twist of fate, to fall in love with her best friend.

As time wore on though, Nozomi began to wonder if she had ever really had just platonic feelings for Eli Ayase. The more she thought about it, the more she doubted it. She began to become more and more certain that Nozomi Toujou had always been in love with Eli Ayase. In this life, in past lives, and probably all the other ones in centuries to come.

What a cruel twist of fate, to love someone you couldn't have.

Just being by her side should be enough for Nozomi. And most days, it was. Nozomi took her own quiet, private joy in all the little things that they shared between each other. It was a secret kind of happiness, the feeling she felt in chest and heart, the knowledge that she alone was Eli's best friend above all others. For all of Eli's flaws and weaknesses, she rose above them time after time, proving herself and others wrong through sheer force of will.

Truly, she was an amazing person. A wonderful person.

But there was a seed of guilt in Nozomi's chest, that squeezed her heart and made it hard for her to breathe. Wasn't she being too selfish? Wasn't she lying to Eli by hiding such an important secret from her? Wasn't she betraying Eli's trust?

It was these thoughts in her head that kept her from holding Eli's hand for more than 10 seconds at a time. That made her pull away from what would otherwise be a too long hug. She could keep it to herself. She could love from afar. This was just how fate worked, after all.

Fate was cruel, but also so, so kind.

Who would she be, without Eli Ayase in her life? A friendly girl without friends. A kind girl with a big heart, but no one to share it with. But then she found a star, a beautiful, cold, distant star, who showed her what warmth could feel like for the first time in her life.

The warmth Eli offered her was unlike any feeling Nozomi had ever felt before. Now and then, Nozomi wondered if she wasn't just confusing platonic feelings for romantic. Eli was her first friend, after all. Couldn't this all just be in her head, and she was thinking too much on it?

But no.

Nozomi had a family, though they had never really felt like family to her. And even less so, now that she was living on her own.

The girls in μ's. were like sisters and daughters to her. She loved each and every one of them, from the sweet Hanayo to the loud Honoka. They were her family. Each and every one of them was precious to her, and each one of them held a piece of her heart.

For Eli Ayase, though, Nozomi knew she would gladly give her entire heart to the girl. Eli was so much more than just a friend to Nozomi. Eli was her confidant, her cheerleader, her support, her everything.

Sometimes, when Nozomi stood off by herself and quietly watched μ's from the sidelines, she couldn't help but entertain the thought that she and Eli were the group's parents.

She couldn't help but think, for just a moment, how nice it would be, someday, to raise a family with Erichi-

Those thoughts never lasted long.

Already, Nozomi could see the future in her mind's eye, like she was looking into a crystal ball like the one her grandma had owned. Eli would be a success. She would take the world by storm, win the hearts of millions in her own way. With her not quite there smile that just barely upturned the corners of her lips, giving her a coy look like she knew a secret that she wasn't going to share. Some lucky man would catch her eye. Someday, he would get down on one knee. Everyone would be invited to the wedding. Eli would cry tears of joy.

And Nozomi would be by her side, helping her fix her hair. Holding the train of her gown. Wishing Eli all the happiness in the world. Because that was all she really wanted for her best friend, in the end.

She deserved so much happiness.

There was no future Nozomi could see, where she and Eli would fall in love like they did in the fairy tales she had liked so much as a child. Fate didn't always mean you would wind up living happily ever after with the person on the other end of the string. But she was okay with that. Really, she was.

If it meant Eli's happiness, Nozomi would give up all her happy endings, just so she could continue to see her best friend smile at her the way she did. The smile just for Nozomi, when she was laughing at a joke or trying to teach Nozomi Russian. It was the kind of smile that made Nozomi's heart race, the kind of smile that made her want to kiss those soft looking lips, because they had to taste as sweet as they looked.

It was a smile that could break hearts and make the sun shine, and it was just for Nozomi.

It was her selfish wish, the only thing she could ever think to ask for, but it was all she wanted. She was happy with this. She was happy staying Eli's best friends. She was happy with just being friends.

So all she asked was that please, please, she stay by Eli's side.

To the end of time, and then some.
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[personal profile] dreamyproject 2015-05-31 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
makishima yuusuke/toudou jinpachi, yowamushi pedal

"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction." ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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[personal profile] nobetterpicture 2015-06-01 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
no major content warnings, poem, 40 lines, 178 words

(I'm a little worried that this doesn't fit your prompt 100% fully ;;;;; but them racing was immediately what I thought of when I read the prompt ;;;;)

“I love you”
The words slip out
and climb toward your swaying back
as sweat drips in my eyes
and makes you glow
like the light you are in my life.

you say
with every extra pedal
with every scream of my name
with every pebble that your wheel sends flying into my face

you say
shoulder bumping into mine
handlebars bashing together
cleats banging and nearly throwing us off our bikes

you say
cresting the peak together
eyes strictly on the goal
not letting up one single centimeter

And as we cross the makeshift marker together
All you do is
glance over with a smirk
and reach out a hand

You wait for my fingers
to slip into yours
to turn back forward
as we begin our descent

And as the wind rushes past our ears
and your fingers tighten in mine
I can hear your voice
like a whisper in my ear

“This was only the first mountain.
We still have
left to go”

And I can’t help but
and agree.
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bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou; haikyuu!!

"you and i both know we were never ‘just friends’,
there was nothing platonic about the way my hands would shake for days after you’d touched them." – he.
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asahi/noya, haikyuu!!

"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.” - Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
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[personal profile] catlarks 2015-05-31 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Makishima/Onoda (or Makishima & Onoda) (Yowapeda)

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival." -- C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
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[personal profile] kiriska 2015-06-13 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No warnings apply. Sorry for the bad quality! Won't be able to scan until after this round is over. x3

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Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal

"If you wanna get with me, there's some things you gotta know. I like my beats fast, and my bass down low." - Dev
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hi Chess :]

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Fukutomi/Arakita (Yowapeda)

"You are to be my command laid on my enemy." -- Margaret Mahy, The Changeover
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Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] swiftling 2015-05-31 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hiruma & Musashi & Kurita, / also acceptable; Eyeshield 21

“The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.”
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Re: Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

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akashi seijurou/kuroko tetsuya, kuroko no basuke

"Don't you try to run right now 'cause, baby, I could burn you down." - PVRIS, from their song Smoke
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[personal profile] hapaxlegomenon 2015-05-31 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Arakita Yasutomo/Toudou Jinpachi; Yowamushi Pedal

"But never trust a fellow with a helmet on his head." (Great Big Sea, Helmethead)