Bonus Round 1: Quotes

[referees]

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.

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
  • Example: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
  • The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
• You cannot fill your team's prompts or your own prompts.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

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FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T

[cinderellaboy]

warning for persistent dick jokes im sorry | 2000 words

"Hmm~ Y'know, Mattsun," Oikawa says from barely a foot away, studying Matsukawa's face over the edge of a textbook, "ever thought about shaping your eyebrows a bit? If you took a little off the top, and a little off under the outer sides..." His hands hover in the space between them, as if acting out the waxing and plucking happening in his mind.

Matsukawa puts his textbook down and catches Oikawa's hands by the wrists. Oikawa is very good at letting twelve insults fly with just the one breath, but Matsukawa is used to it. He presses his thumbs gently into Oikawa's palms and says, placid, "And end up looking like you? No thanks."

"God, yeah, no thanks," Hanamaki echoes from three desks away. He doesn't even look up from his algebra.

That sets Oikawa off. "What's wrong with looking like me, huh? I am extremely attractive, I'll have you know!"

"I know," Matsukawa says without entirely meaning to—

"We've heard," Hanamaki says, saving him from complete embarrassment.

But it's a little too late. Oikawa stares at Matsukawa as if he's an alien—with awe and wonder. "You think I'm attractive, Mattsun?"

Matsukawa, mostly recovered, just smiles. "Hearsay." And not to be too S or anything, but, abject disappointment, he thinks, is a cute little look on Oikawa's cute little face.


*

"Mattsun, then what about a comb? Ever owned one of those?"

Oikawa is sometimes lucky that Matsukawa is not the fastest on the court—

"Shittykawa, stop disrupting practice!" Iwaizumi yells.

—and unlucky that Iwaizumi is faster.


*

"You're scary, Mattsun," Oikawa says on occasion. Occasions other than when Matsukawa is chasing him like a lumbering bear—those times, he just laughs.

Matsukawa invariably shrugs because it's not as if Oikawa doesn't horrifying things himself all the damn time, like reading right through a play as if it were a picture book or slamming down super-fast serves to save set points.

All Matsukawa likes to do is casually force an opponent's hand every now and again. (The only person it hasn't worked on yet in any way, shape or form is Iwaizumi. Apparently the hands of an arm-wrestling champion are impossible to force. It's a little vexing.)

Sometimes, Oikawa's eyes remain on Matsukawa's face—narrow and focused, analytic and sharp.

"What's up?" Matsukawa says, ignoring that faintly hunted feeling he still gets, to this day, in the business end of Oikawa's sights. It doesn't mean anything. It's just in-game Oikawa. If they weren't on the court, it would be kind of a turn on. (It's kind of a turn on anyway, but Matsukawa isn't Yahaba. He can handle a little heat like this.) "You're serving next, you know."

"You're scary," Oikawa says again, as if in confirmation, with a smile breaking onto his face that says and I like it. He takes the ball from Matsukawa's hands.

And Matsukawa, watching Kindaichi in front crouch and protect the back of his head; watching Oikawa bounce the ball once, twice, wrapping concentration around himself like a second skin; Matsukawa, thinking to himself I'm not half the monster you are though, smiles a little too, and shakes his head.

He might have a thing for monsters.


*

The 'might' is not actually applicable, according to Hanamaki, commenting at length about Matsukawa's inappropriate court boners (physically untrue) and eyesex (unprovable) with their Captain.

Matsukawa does actually like Oikawa though, the monster and the person. Despite having thought, once upon a time, that he had better taste than this.

"I seriously thought you had better taste than this," Hanamaki says, picking at his bento with a put-upon air.

Matsukawa sighs. "I know. Sorry. Please don't throw rice over the side of the roof."

It's a problem. Mostly because a lot of people want Oikawa Tooru in some way, shape or form, in or out of clothes, and realistically speaking Matsukawa doesn't have all that much to offer that's special except maybe the size of his dick.

"You thought something fucking weird just now, didn't you," Hanamaki says with a resigned sort of disgust, clicking the lid of his bento shut with the rice still inside.

"Yeah," Matsukawa admits. "Sorry. But, Maki, what if he takes it badly. It'd suck if I never got another special toss in this lifetime, you know?"

"There's always Yahaba," Hanamaki says—and cracks a grin when Matsukawa makes a show of shuddering ("Not my type.") "Look, Matsu. Point is. This is Oikawa we're talking about, you know? Hanger Tooru. Even if he doesn't like you back, he'll just be stoked you think he's hot the same way everyone else on the planet does. That's the worst it's gonna be. You aren't gonna break the team up or anything, so..."

Matsukawa raises a brow. "You think he's hot?"

Hanamaki rolls his eyes. "That's what you got out of what I just said? No, I do not. Iwaizumi and I have to remain the last bastions of sanity on this godforsaken planet."

Matsukawa chuckles. It does feel like he's losing it a little bit. But that can't be helped. It's just the Oikawa Effect. "Touché."


*

The problem is, while Matsukawa isn't above forcing an opponent's hand, he can't just kabe-don his way into Oikawa's pants. That would actually be his one sure way to end up ostracized. And dead. And probably set on fire. All his own fault.

But on the plus side:
  • Oikawa has remained 100% single since Class 1's Nana-chan dumped him for having volleyballs for brains (—said Takeru)
  • At any given time, Oikawa is about 65% gay
  • Matsukawa doesn't mind the fact Oikawa has volleyballs for brains.

Matsukawa taps the end of his pen against his desk, watching the clock. He doesn't want to get laughed at for chasing—not this kind of chasing. He just has to play his cards right.

Thirteen minutes.


*

He decides to try his luck on an afternoon when Iwaizumi has arm wrestling challengers to face. (See, look. Matsukawa likes Oikawa more than he likes the chance to beat Iwaizumi at arm wrestling. This is the true sign of a gone man.) He offers to walk Oikawa home, having readied a set of Million Dollar Minute questions.

"Would you date any of our regulars?" Matsukawa asks as they pass the corner store, as if it's nice weather out here today, isn't it.

Oikawa laughs, light-hearted enough, over his bottle of Royal Milk Tea. He's happiest on the way home after practice when (a) his side of the team has beat Yahaba's; and (b) he has Royal Milk Tea. "Maybe. You're all pretty good guys. Except for Iwa-chan. He's a week-old lump of horse shit."

Matsukawa hums through a tangent about how Iwa-chan better not let Kyotani beat him, or hand his crown to anyone else, because the club will never hear the end of it, if it happens, and Kyotani will become a loose cannon who won't listen to anyone (even more than he is now). "I see."

Oikawa is very good at letting his feelings be known, but Matsukawa is used to this.

"So, ruling Kyotani out, would you date Hanamaki?"

"What's with the twenty questions?" Oikawa laughs. "Never thought about dating Makki. Would you?"

"Nah," Matsukawa says easily, polishing off the rest of his cheesy meat bun. "He's not my type."

Oikawa raises a brow, interest successfully piqued. "Who's your type then, Mattsun?" He tilts his head, considering, and taps his Royal Milk Tea against his chin. "You like them cute, I bet."

"Yeah."

"And shorter than you."

"Only a little."

"Hm."

"Brown hair, brown eyes, smug face, shitty attitude..."

"Hey!" Oikawa protests—but then pauses, eyes narrowing. Why did I even interject? is written all over his face.

Matsukawa grins. "Would you date Kindaichi?"

"What? No, he's a child."

"Kunimi?"

"That princess?"

"So then would you date me?"

Matsukawa sets this question as off-handedly as the others but Oikawa still stops walking at once, still sees through it immediately.

Of course. That's what Matsukawa likes about him, after all.

"Was that a hypothetical question or a confession, Mattsun?" Oikawa says, brown hair and brown eyes radiant in the late-afternoon sun. As sharp as ever.

Matsukawa shrugs. Above all, he trusts Oikawa's judgment. "Whichever you'd prefer," he says honestly. As Captain. As Oikawa Tooru. As the person I like.

He looks steadily back at Oikawa and waits.

"...Mattsun, you're scary," Oikawa says with a little, lopsided grin across the foot of sun-warmed pavement between them.

Matsukawa gives a mirroring smile. "I do mean it, though."

"I know~" Oikawa says. He turns away, lacing his fingers behind his back, and takes a few lazy, considering steps ahead. "That's the scary part."

"You don't have to answer," Matsukawa says, walking slowly, trailing deliberately. "I don't mind."

Oikawa stops then, and turns around. "I never leave declarations hanging." He takes a step into Matsukawa's space and smiles when Matsukawa doesn't step back. Toe to toe, hand in Matsukwa's shirt, Oikawa pulls him in and kisses him.

Matsukawa resets easily, placing his palm gently by Oikawa's jaw. Kissing back, he thinks Oikawa tastes like sunlight and shadow, a storm's calm, and fresh, vibrant rain.

When they pull back, Matsukawa lets his hands rest, linked, at the small of Oikawa's back. Meanwhile Oikawa pokes critically at Matsukawa's face, frowning. "Your chin's so rough, what's with that?"

"It's past 5 o'clock," Matsukawa points out. And practice was extra early that morning. He can't help being a little hairy.

"That'll take some getting used to," Oikawa decides before stepping back and taking Matsukawa's calloused hand in his own. He regards their linked fingers in the dying light, careful and considering. "But I guess we can give this a try."

Matsukawa smiles, too content to be jaded. Sanity be damned. "Couldn't ask for more."

Oikawa's eyes light up at that. "Really?" he says, grinning cheeky. "Cause that's not the Mattsun I know..."

A valid point. Matsukawa chuckles. "Guess I could have a few more suggestions if you're up for some dick after homework tonight."

Oikawa laughs. "That's more like it."


*

"Now will you let me shape your brows?" Oikawa says, resting his chin on folded arms atop Matsukawa's chest. "Issei~ please?"

"No," Matsukawa says. In truth, he wouldn't really mind either way, but just giving Oikawa what he wants all the time isn't really part of Matsukawa's game plan. (That, and it's just funny seeing Oikawa's various methods of coercion.)

Oikawa pouts. "What's the point in dating you if I'm not allowed to be your personal stylist, huh? I just want the world to know that my Mattsun is cute!"

"I'm always cute," Matsukawa deadpans. "And anyway, I thought the point was in my pants."

"The secondary point is in your pants—"

"It's pretty big for a secondary point."

"—Mattsuuun...!"

Matsukawa grins. Teasing Oikawa is still as fun as it ever was. Getting to see his reactions up close is even better.

Oikawa puffs up his cheeks. "You're so not cute. Shige-chan is heaps cuter than you."

Matsukawa raises a brow. "Did he confess to you, too?"

"Who knows~" Oikawa says. "Is his admiration of me pure~? Find out on the next episode of—"

Oikawa cuts off with a strangled noise as Matsukawa flips him onto his back, reversing their positions with ease.

Spread-eagled, Oikawa blinks up at the ceiling. "...y'know, I'm still not quite used to dating someone my own size either."

Matsukawa hums—"Get used to it."—and leans down on braced arms to kiss Oikawa's mouth. "And tell Yahaba to pick another senpai, too. Maki or something..."

"Don't plan on letting me go?" Oikawa supposes. Matsukawa looks up at his tone, and sure enough Oikawa's smile and brown eyes are shining and sharp.

"It wasn't on my To Do list," Matsukawa says, grinning lazy.

"I'll make you work to keep me though~ You know, I'm pretty high-maintenance..." Oikawa almost looks coy. As if Matsukawa wouldn't already know better.

He chuckles. "Challenge accepted. Do your worst."



___

HANAMAKI LOSES HIS APPETITE WITH LOVE IN THAT "FUCK DON'T TELL ME U WANNA BANG MY BROTHER JFC IM TRYIN'A EAT" KINDA WAY LMao imsorr y akjhkwjae i'm sorry for this whole thing idek what it is anymore it's not strictly with the prompt but i... .. im just.. ... /lies down. i tried.

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[arsenicjay]

Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu!!)

But you expect me to
Jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I'm not the one who's lost
With no direction oh
But you'll never see

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be
Who died and made you king of anything? -- 'King of Anything", Sara Bareilles

(The entire song tbh.)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[elts]

oh my god, oh my god. i love this

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[nobetterpicture]

No major warning poem, 20 lines, 73 words

These days
the margins of my notebooks
are filled with numbers and statistics.

Twelve moments of eye contact,
Eight accidental brushes of fingers,
Four rare smiles,
and
One
Burning
Arm around my shoulders.

Since the day I figured out
the hardest equation in my head
and discovered that
I love you
A new equation appeared.

Everyday
You give me more and more
Data

I just wish
I knew how to do the math.

Re: Prompt: Team Haikyuu!!

[nobetterpicture]

dat soup of lu-uh-uh-uhv

FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[auber_jean]

WON'T FIND IT HERE

No content warnings; Word Count: 1281



He feels the first rush of pain in his twelfth university volleyball game.

It’s the telltale tingle of fluttering nerves that call him to rest, to take a minute and stop. The same flood of pain that reminds him of hours spent in the Kitagawa Daiichi gymnasium with the ache of his muscles and nothing but the sound of his heavy breaths. But now, his team is a set down in the game, three points away from a game set match, and with two more teams to beat before reaching the finals.

And Oikawa Tooru doesn’t want to lose.

—

Oikawa is halfway up the steps to the club room when he spots Kuroo by the edge of the railing, arms slung over the edge and fringe of his hair hanging low over his eyes. Blithely, Oikawa wonders if he could use Kuroo’s temporarily impaired vision to make a run for it. But as soon as that thought flutters through his mind, he shakes his head, wondering what kind of oblivious state of mind he is in to not have seen this coming.

The night air is cold where Kuroo stands by the edge of the veranda, waiting as Oikawa makes it up the stairs and walks past to open the club room door. Practice had finished long ago, and the rest of the volleyball team members had left soon after, leaving the two of them behind in the same way that it’d been for the past two years.


Oikawa’s hand wraps around the cold metal of the door handle when he stumbles; the weight of his knee trembles with his slight misstep. It’s small, something minute enough that he can shake off any concern with a wide smile and a laugh cheery enough to charm the best of them.

But it’s Kuroo that he stands in front of, and Kuroo never knows when to let things go.

If Oikawa was going to stake claim onto anyone he deemed worthy enough to stand as a rival— it would have been Kuroo. Because in his eyes, they are two sides of the same coin, branded with the same pride and smarts to shortcut anyone who crosses them. Both with mouths that never stop running and minds that are always marked ten steps ahead. It’s just the unfortunate reality that they are on the same university volleyball team, and they have to play allies to save face.

Oikawa flicks his gaze over to Kuroo, expecting a flutter of words to point out the obvious. But Kuroo just meets his eyes, levelled in silent challenge.

The both of them stand unmoving until Kuroo nods towards the door. “Aren’t you going in?”

Oikawa gives him a tight smile. “Right,” he murmurs as he walks into the room, his left knee stilted in his movements as he makes his way over to his locker.

Kuroo slinks in afterwards, pulling the door shut and switching on the room lights. He pulls a chair from the side of the wall, setting it near the wall of lockers just a foot away from Oikawa.

“Oi,” he calls over. “Sit.”

Oikawa glances at him questioningly, tilting his head just enough to suggest confusion. He knows Kuroo won’t buy it; he never has. But Oikawa has too much pride to give in so easily.

“I’m not your pet,” he says as he slams his locker shut, giving Kuroo as pointed glare as he twists the locker dial between his fingers, spinning in round and round the numbers four, four, six.

Kuroo raises his eyebrows before his face transitions through a series of emotions that Oikawa can barely find it in himself to read. “And I’m not your owner. So please, sit down your majesty.” He points to the chair with a face that shows that he is more than willing to wait.

Oikawa scoffs before pulling away from his locker to sit down on the chair. “Is this the part where you resign yourself to my future leadership?” he asks, voice lilted towards something a little more light-hearted, in the way that it never really is between them.

Kuroo studies him carefully, before shrugging off the thought. “You know that I don’t care about that.”

It’s true that Kuroo doesn’t have any ambitions to captaincy. He had made that fact clear to Oikawa on the very first day of volleyball practice, grinning something awful that made Oikawa instinctively wary of him on sight, all the while explaining that he had no intention of fighting Oikawa on anything. Oikawa doesn’t mind it, but he feels no relief in getting the position of captain without earning it forthright. But it’s been years of being on the same volleyball team, and Kuroo’s stance hasn’t changed.

“But Kuroo-chan,” Oikawa voices, teasing in the way that he knows bothers the other boy. “You have to fight for the things you really want, you know—”

Kuroo meets his eyes, his weighted gaze stopping Oikawa from saying anything more. Oikawa leans back in his seat, rolling his head to the side to stare at the other boy.

“Are you going to keep making a show of this or do you want me to do it?” Kuroo asks suddenly, in a way that indicates that Oikawa must have been silent for too long.

“Do what?” Oikawa replies offhandedly.

“Oikawa.” Kuroo sighs in something resigned and exasperated to the point that it almost feels like disappointment, and although Oikawa has never sought the other boy’s approval, he hates the feeling.

And that’s the part where Oikawa feels himself break.

“What? Is this the part where you tell me I fucked up?” he says, already halfway angry. “Because I already know that.” His hand instinctively grapples for his knee; there’s always been something about the pain that keeps him sober.

“I didn’t say that—”

“Then what? Are you feeling sorry for me?“

“I’m just checking up on you!” Kuroo half-shouts, and it sounds so foreign to Oikawa’s ears.

“You and your damn messiah complex. You can’t save us all, Kuroo,” Oikawa says snidely. They’ve been on this team together long enough to read each other’s nuances in more ways than one.

Kuroo steps forward towards Oikawa, because between the both of them, they’ve always been too stubborn to ever back down. “As opposed to your martyr complex? Did you forget that you play on a team Oikawa?” he says, voice unreadable.

“We’re not a team,” Oikawa mutters, voice pitched low.

His words hang in the air, chilled and unforgiving. It’s an admission of sorts, something unfair to the both of them and the game they’ve been playing. But Oikawa can’t find it in himself to take it back.

“You said you wanted to win,” Kuroo says, words heavy and the look in his eyes something indescribable.

“So did you,” Oikawa says, breath befalling him as if he’s exposing something he shouldn’t.

“What exactly are you trying to prove?”

“Nothing. I don’t have to explain things to you.”

It’s then that Kuroo steps closer, until there’s hardly any space between them, bending to kneel down. His hand reaches for Oikawa’s, gentle in a way that makes Oikawa want to pull away.

“You have a team here. You can have what you’re looking for here,” Kuroo says, voice low and far too quiet for the space of the room.

“You can’t fix this,” Oikawa says bitterly because the only things he can see ahead of them are countless doctor’s appointments, doubts and the understanding that these things need time.

Kuroo lets out a breathless laugh, hand gripping tighter, and Oikawa feels his fingers warm. “Maybe, maybe not. But it’s worth a shot.”

FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T

[cinderellaboy]

warning: iwa-chan's potty mouth | 1350 words
(THIS PROMPT WAS SO UTTERLY CUTE akjhawke thank you for it!! ;u; i- i tried ahaha ♥)

"What the fuck is this, Shittykawa?!"

There are fangirls queuing outside the clubroom door holding printed bromides of Oikawa's face. And permanent markers.

"Oikawa-saaan~♥ Please sign mine next!"

Oikawa laughs, not even the slightest bit bashful. "Oh, this wasn't my idea—my fanclub president organised it all. I did give her the green light, though."

Iwaizumi doesn't even say anything else, but as his expression thunders over Hanamaki places a volleyball into the palm of Iwaizumi's waiting hand.

In 3... 2... 1—

The volleyball launches at Oikawa's head. (Topspeed: fast.)

Amid the girls' panicked shrieking from Oikawa's melodramatic collapse onto the clubroom floor, a bromide slips out of someone's hands and lands on the lino.


*

"Yahaba. Is this yours?" Iwaizumi asks later, when he nearly steps on the bromide (on Oikawa's shitty face) coming back in from practice. Instead, he picks it up. Offers it over.

Yahaba's ears flush pink to the tips—"N-no, it's not..."—and Hanamaki starts laughing. "Hey, Ace, if you ask him like that there's no way he can say yes, you know?"

"Amazing," Matsukawa chuckles.

Iwaizumi, who sees no problem at all with being direct and honest, shrugs and says, "Then I'll just leave it up here." He props the bromide up on an empty bit of shelf, so that it can be seen in case its owner returns. Probably one of the girls, if it's not Yahaba.

Hanamaki doesn't look like he can breathe, wheezing with laughter. "Oh my god, anyone got some incense sticks? You've made it look like he's died..."

Matsukawa clasps his hands in mock prayer before the bromide's smiling face. "Oikawa... you were the greatest, most irritating setter I ever knew..."

"Please don't joke about this kind of thing," Yahaba says, with a touch of consternation. "Iwaizumi-san..."

"Let them joke," Iwaizumi says, shrugging on his jacket. "Even if I killed that bastard myself, he'd be too stubborn to stay dead so who cares."

The amusement is over by the time Oikawa returns to the clubroom after talking with the coaches and nobody mentions the bromide.

However, when Iwaizumi opens up the clubroom the next day—despite being Vice-Captain he's the one with the keys, so that Oikawa doesn't show up alone at ridiculous hours and overwork himself (again)—he notices the bromide suddenly has a signature on it, in Oikawa's shitty cursive hand, complete with scribbled star and winky-face.

Iwaizumi flings it straight into the paper recycling.

(He doesn't, however, say anything or even make like he's noticed when Hanamaki fishes the bromide out of the trash later and slides it neatly into the side pocket of Iwaizumi's bag. Shitty friends will do as shitty friends do.)


*

Back home, in front of his bookshelf, Iwaizumi looks at the bromide one last time. He means to recycle it again (once and for all), but the light in Oikawa's printed hair catches his eye and he thinks, it genuinely is a pretty good photo. Or Photoshop job. Either way. He wonders who took it—the fanclub president?—because whoever it was managed to capture one of Oikawa's more honest smiles. No mean feat, since even seeing one is pretty rare.

He slides the bromide between a book on sports medicine (knee injuries) and an encyclopedia of kaiju. And there it stays until Oikawa visits one evening, months later.


*

Oikawa's on crutches and anti-inflammatories (again) after overworking himself (again) and making his bad knee worse. Iwaizumi isn't sure how many times he's had to deal with this by now, and how many more times it will take for Oikawa to realise he's being stupid.

"Just because coach confirmed we had a practice match scheduled against Karasuno," Iwaizumi mutters, not in the mood for much more under the weight of two backpacks filled with 3rd year textbooks. "I told him not to tell you about the offer, but did he listen? No."

"I'm Captain," Oikawa whines, slow on his crutches more out of self-pity than ineptitude. "How could he not tell me?"

"If I knew which idiot made you Captain, I would vote them off the island too."

"No man is an island, Iwa-chan~" Oikawa says, and frankly he's lucky he's on crutches and that Iwaizumi doesn't believe in kicking injured people in the shins.


*

"Staying over?" Iwaizumi asks like he usually does, especially when Oikawa's hurt himself. The reasons are twofold: Iwaizumi's house is single storey, and: if Oikawa wants snacks he'll just ask Iwaizumi to get them.

Such is the life of an idiot's best friend. (Occasionally, Iwaizumi will wonder if he's not the greater fool.)

"I'm sooo tired," Oikawa sighs, flopping face-first onto Iwaizumi's bed. His crutches clatter against the floor and Iwaizumi takes the hint.

He goes to his shelf and takes out his book on sports medicine (knee injuries). It's got a chapter in it about circulation and massage, and over the years has proven to be a good investment.

"Hm?" Oikawa says, reaching out as Iwaizumi wanders back to his bedside, skimming the pages. "What's this?"

"What's what?" Iwaizumi doesn't pay attention until Oikawa scratches at his reading materials and the bromide comes off all at once from where it had been pressed onto the book's back cover.

"Oh, Iwa-chaaan~!" Oikawa coos, and Iwaizumi can already feel his blood start to boil. "I didn't know you were a fan of mine, too~ If you'd wanted one of these signed, you could have just asked me yourself, you know, instead of having one of the girls get it done for you. Or did you ask Shige-chan? I remember signing one for him at some point, too, but I don't think it was one with this picture..."

"I never asked for your stupid bromides, Shittykawa."

"Must be fate that this one came to you, then~" Oikawa quips, but he's barely smiling, not properly. His eyes underneath it all are sad and tired and it makes Iwaizumi angry. "Will you keep it?"

"I've kept it this fucking long, haven't I?" Iwaizumi grumbles.

"Oh, Iwa-chan—"

"I'll keep it as long as you stop hurting yourself," Iwaizumi says, glaring. He's serious though. "Do this again and I'll set your face on fire and flush the ashes down the toilet." He takes the bromide from Oikawa's hands and shoves it between two pages of his book before snapping it shut. Sets the book on his desk.

Oikawa...

Oikawa laughs. Softly at first, but then he's shaking and wiping tears from his eyes before Iwaizumi can ask what the hell's wrong with him. Self-inflicted overwork injuries are no laughing matter.

"Ah, Iwa-chan does care, after all~" Oikawa breathes when most of the mirth finally leaves him.

He really is an idiot, Iwaizumi thinks, but holds his tongue. Oikawa's eyes are finally bright.

"I've decided I don't want a massage anymore," Oikawa declares.

Iwaizumi scowls. "Did I offer you one?"

Oikawa waves him off, knowing. He rearranges Iwaizumi's blankets over himself, holding one corner up for Iwaizumi to get into bed, too. His smile is bright. "I want Iwa-chan instead."

"You can't have me," Iwaizumi frowns, though climbs into bed anyway. Their uniforms are going to be crumpled later, but that doesn't seem so important right now. "I'm my own person, you know."

"I know, I know~" Oikawa says, wrapping his arms around Iwaizumi's waist. "You are you and I am me. If there were two me's around, the world would probably implode under the weight of my combined awesome, anyway."

Iwaizumi is completely certain that these are the least sexy words anyone has ever uttered in bed, and sorely wishes he could revise his personal policy about injured people and kicked shins.

But he can't. And anyway, this is Oikawa.

So instead, Iwaizumi squeezes Oikawa around the middle until he squeaks. And tucks his head just under Oikawa's chin, the way he knows Oikawa likes by the touch of his calloused fingers in Iwaizumi's hair.

"Oi. Shut up, Shittykawa."

"I didn't say anything, though?"

"You were thinking it."

"Ah, you got me..." Iwaizumi can hear the smile in Oikawa's voice right from his chest. It's soft. It's bright. It's sure. "Love you, Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi closes his eyes. "I said, shut up." (I love you, too.)

Re: FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[fabflyingfox]

This is so very very good I'm so. ;A;

Re: FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, T

[squid_senpai_chan]

\(^o^\)

PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

[blueminuet]

Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu (Haikyuu!!)

A: [slaps B]
B: Oh my God.
A: ... Do you have a boner?
B: I do.
A: Dude!
B: I can't help it! That is crazy... No one's ever slapped me before!

- Aubrey Plaza and Chris Pratt from this Parks and Rec Blooper

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

!!! i'm so glad someone else sees the potential in this pairing/prompt!

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply. 809 words.

Onoda Sakamichi frequently arrives to practice early. Because he's rather inadequate, he supposes, he doesn't often have a lot of after-class duties or clean-up to do. It works out though, as he likes getting to the clubroom early. He's clumsy and a bit uncoordinated, and it usually takes him longer to change than everyone else. Sometimes, if Koga or one of his other senpais is there early also, he gets to spend a little time learning about bike maintenance and technical things.

As summer approached though, Onoda notices that Teshima and Aoyagi are often in the clubroom discussing things before practice. The first time this happens, Onoda stands just outside, waiting politely so's not to intrude on their conversation. The conversation isn't hard to overhear though.

"Everyone's getting better, but we're not strong enough yet," Teshima says, and Onoda can imagine him gritting his teeth. "I'm not strong enough yet."

"Junta..."

"I know there's no point in getting down on myself about it, but facts are facts, right? I'm the weakest link in the team, and I wish there was something I could do about that? Kinjou-san was an amazing captain and an amazing cyclist. He wasn't the ace for nothing, and it's easy to follow your hero into battle, right? The strongest person is a reasonable captain. But I can never be Kinjou-san... Onoda is our ace, our hero, our champion and king. I know he's not the type to be captain, exactly, but... I don't know. I don't know."

"Junta," Aoyagi says quietly. "Come on. It's about time for practice."

The door to the clubroom opens and Onoda stiffens against the wall next to it. Aoyagi casts a cool, unreadable expression in his direction, but doesn't say anything.

Onoda overhears similar, one-sided conversations a few more times over the next several weeks and feels more and more awkward each time. He knows he shouldn't listen, but it's hard to pull away once he starts parsing the words. It's hard, too, not to burst into the clubroom each time and stutter out something contrary.

Onoda is sure that everyone knows that his win at the Inter-High was a group effort, and that he would have never succeeded without the support of his team and his friends. He is sure that they hold him up as the ace and the champion as a matter of formality, and not because they truly believe that he's the strongest on the team. He can't be. There is still too much he doesn't know and doesn't understand about cycling, still so many things he is learning every day. He knows it isn't true.

And yet behind closed doors, Teshima says day after day that he is, all while putting himself down. And Onoda starts to think that maybe they're very similar. Onoda believes that Teshima is strong. Teshima believes that Onoda is strong. It's the faith that teammates have in each other, he knows, he's learned, but there's a crippling self-doubt coupled with it too. Onoda knows it's hard for him to believe in himself, and he thinks, probably, that it's even harder for Teshima.

A month ahead of the Inter-High, Onoda runs into Teshima on the way to practice.

"Oh, hi, Onoda! How're you feeling today? Good, right? All that rain's finally let up, so we should have smoother sailing during practice today--"

"T-Teshima-s-san!" Onoda interrupts without thinking.

"Hmm?" Teshima smiles warmly at him. "What's up?"

"Y-You're strong!" Onoda blurts. "A-And you're my h-hero! I don't think you're weak at all!"

Teshima blinks at him a moment, then laughs softly. "Ah... Aoyagi thought you probably heard some stuff I said."

"I-I'm sorry!"

"It's fine, Onoda... I shouldn't've said anything where you could hear. That's my fault. I'm sorry to make you worry about me."

"It's true though, Teshima-san! I think you're strong! You're a g-great captain and I know Imaizumi-kun and Naruko-kun and Kaburagi-kun think so t-too! None of us think you're weak!"

Teshima sighs and shakes his head, still smiling. "Thanks, Onoda. You don't have to say that--"

"It's okay if you don't believe me," Onoda says, looking down. "I don't believe it when people tell me I'm strong either. When they call me a hero and an ace and all that... I was only strong last year because of Makishima-san... our senpais, Imaizumi-kun, Naruko-kun... and you, Teshima-san, and Aoyagi-san. Everyone helped me to be strong."

He looks up again. "S-So even if you think you're weak... don't forget that we're all here with you, to help make you strong! We're a team, and t-together, we're strong!"

Teshima laughs, slings one arm around Onoda's shoulder and ruffles his hair with the other. Onoda thinks he sees his captain wipe a tear from his eye just before his glasses get bumped just out of place.

"You're incredible, Onoda," Teshima says. "Thank you."

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[miyukitty]

;_____;

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[dynamite]

(through my clenched heart and feelings) S-SOHOKU RIDES TOGETHER ;A;

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

Oh that hurt more than I was expecting. Really good job. Especially with Teshima's dialogue and Onoda's earnestness.

FILL: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, RATING G

[kougamira]

No warnings, 781 (This is probably really...not much of the quote lol)

“Fight me, Ushiwaka.” Tanaka Ryuunosuke eyes his nurse, Ushijima Wakatoshi, with a glare fit for a five year old. Ushijima, in response, just gives Tanaka a gentle look.

“It’s Ushijima.”

“Ujishima.”

“Ushijima.”

“Ushitoshi”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

Tanaka kicks out, lightly nudging Ushijima’s thigh. “Fight me. I bet you’re just chicken. I don’t think you can fight me.” He says beneath a pile of hospital issue pillows. The nurse fluffs a few pillows, repositioning them for better balance.

“Maybe later.”

-

Tanaka watches as people walk by his hospital bedroom, not even noticing his impressive hospital pillow fort. He huffs, equally unimpressed with their lack of interest. He’s been holed up in this hospital for a few days; at first it was just concussion observation, but it turns out not only is his arm fractured, but now he has a really bad cold. He was then quickly doled out extra observation by his doctor.

Ushijima Wakatoshi has been the day nurse in charge of both Tanaka and the ward he is currently staying in since the beginning of Tanaka’s imprisonment. Tanaka buries deeper into his pillow fort, sighing loudly in boredom. He shuts his eyes, quietly thanking God that at least the nurse is really cute so he had something to look at. Speaking of Ushijima, Tanaka peeks over some pillows to find the nurse sat at his desk (which just so happens to face Tanaka’s room, score!).

Tanaka feels his blush crawl up his neck as he continues to take in Ushijima’s sharp, but handsome features. He counts himself both lucky and unlucky that Ushijima doesn’t have the nighttime shift - unlucky because of his huge crush on Ushijima, but lucky because he is spared the embarrassment of trying to hide his nighttime fantasy hardon from the subject of said nighttime fantasy. Tanaka stares at Ushijima through half-lidded eyes, comforted by the mere presence of Ushijima just across the hall. He sighs, knowing he probably has zero chance with a guy like that.

He flops back down into the pillows, dragging a few more over his body in an attempt to completely bury himself under them. He is unsurprised by this crush, but he is surprised by how fast it occurred and how bad it has become. Tanaka is propped up and deep in his thoughts when there is suddenly a presence on the side of his bed.

“Good morning, Tanaka-kun. Nice fort.” Ushijima has this way of talking that makes what he’s saying sound more serious than it should. Luckily, Tanaka really likes that.

“Fight me, Ushiwaka!” Ushijima is about to reply when Tanaka’s body is shaken by coughs. He places a large hand on Tanaka’s back, rubbing up and down to sooth the sick man.

Tanaka’s a little embarrassed. He’s probably really sweaty from this cold and probably really gross looking, but still Ushijima’s got his nice, warm hand on his exposed back, being all kind. Who made these hospital gowns anyway and how come they had to be open in the back and how come the gown has to show his butt.

Tanaka now definitely knows 100% he has zero chance with Ushijima Wakatoshi. Not only is Ushijima way out of Tanaka’s league - with his height and broad shoulders and his handsome face with the calculating looks but beautiful, gentle smile that he only sometimes shows - the nurse is also...a nurse. He has to treat everyone this nice and this patiently (but Tanaka really can’t blame himself for imagining that he is the only one Ushijima looks at like he’s the only person in the world).

“I can’t fight you,” Ushiwaka finally says after Tanaka’s coughs subside. “You’d definitely win.”

Tanaka pretends that his stomach didn’t just flip and waits until Ushijima is out of his room to flop onto his back and squeal.

-

Tanaka is discharged the next morning and it’s bittersweet. He’s glad that he’s leaving the boring, too clean building, but he will likely never see nurse Ushijima Wakatoshi ever again. He sighs, throwing his few belongings into his bag when something on the room’s table catches his eye.

It’s a coffee - still hot and actually hot chocolate - from the downstairs cafeteria. Tanaka takes a quick look around, but nobody’s outside - not even Ushijima. He looks back at the coffee cup and finds his name scribbled on top of some numbers.

He quirks an eyebrow at the phone number that has clearly been left for him. He’s unsure of who could have possibly left it for him until he sees a message neatly scribbled and crossed out two times underneath the number.

Fight me?

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

[winterstuck]

Hiruma & Kurita & Musashi (Eyeshield 21)

"Life is just an important choice after another, keep going forward and watch how far those foolish choices can take you." --Abuto

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

[winterstuck]

Sena & Riku (Eyeshield 21)

"You can't outrun me, we both have short legs!" --Amethyst

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

[winterstuck]

Imaizumi & Shinkai (Yowamushi Pedal)

"I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it?" --Tim the Sorcerer

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

[winterstuck]

Akashi &/ Mayuzumi (Kuroko no Basuke)

"So, is fire-engine red a natural eye color?" --Phil DeVille

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

[winterstuck]

Hinata & Tanaka & whoever else you want (Haikyuu)

"Angry crow takes flight!" --Hak Foo

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, M

[saintjoy]

Implied sexual content
Word count: 808
((it's like ehhhh there's sex but it isn't the focus?? what even))

There were times that Oikawa Tooru lost control of himself during sex. Not in a way that warranted concern for their relationship; quite the opposite, actually. The feeling was like the dwindling embers that made one's heart pound after hugging one's partner goodbye, or the low drumming of a lump in one's throat after letting go of a hand one had held so tightly not moments before. It was the shakiness of the first kiss and the familiarity of the ten thousandth kiss rolled into a warm embrace, desperate and loving. An overwhelming feeling that, more often than not, resulted in Oikawa bawling his eyes out.

"Tooru." Iwaizumi cupped Oikawa's cheek and wiped away the tears streaming down his hand. "Baby."
"Don't call me that when I'm–" Oikawa hiccuped, "–crying, god, I'm gonna start crying more."
Iwaizumi chuckled. "You're pretty when you cry, though."
"Are you into dacryphilia all of a sudden now?"
"I don't think so. It's actually kind of a turn off to see you sobbing like this."
"Ugh. I'm a mess."
Iwaizumi pressed a kiss to Oikawa's forehead and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. "You wanna stop?"
Oikawa's chest shuddered. He squinted and more tears leaked out of his eyes. "Not for the night. Blue balls suck."
"They do."

Iwaizumi pulled out and ditched the condom: if he went soft, it would become useless, anyway. Oikawa rolled onto his side to face Iwaizumi. He stretched out his arms, coaxing Iwaizumi to fit into them like the missing piece to his complicated puzzle. What could Iwaizumi do other than exactly that? It was his job to be his boyfriend's tissue, after all.

Despite the uncomfortable positioning of their legs and erections, Oikawa was warm and the clutch of his hands was tight on Iwaizumi's shoulders. Iwaizumi kissed up and down Oikawa's neck and rubbed circles into his hips before pulling the covers over their naked bodies. He waited until the sobs eased into steady breathing to speak.

"I never expected this, getting into this relationship with you," he remarked, nipping at Oikawa's skin for reassurance: I'm joking around I still love you even though you're an emotional dumbass sometimes.
"Shut uuuuup." Oikawa grabbed the pillow from below his head and shoved it into Iwaizumi's face. "You're so mean, Iwa."
Iwaizumi grunted when the pillow greeted him with a smother. He tossed it aside and returned to nuzzle Oikawa's neck. "Yep. The meanest. I'm the worst boyfriend, ever."
"You must be, because I keep crying during sex."
"Am I that bad in bed?" Iwaizumi laughed. "Really, though, what goes through your head before you start weeping all over me? What do you think about?"
Oikawa went silent and averted his eyes. He pressed his forehead into Iwaizumi's shoulder to hide his face. "Nothing."
The onenote response made Iwaizumi frown. "Tooru." The grip on his back tightened. "Tooru."
"I just love you, alright?" Oikawa mumbled. "I think about... I think about you and I look at you and. It's a bunch of dumb shmaltzy crap."
"'Shmaltzy?'"
"Romantic bullshit. Stuff that gives you butterflies."
Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa's face burning against his skin. "Except your butterflies are tears. That are in your eyes instead of your stomach."
"Exactly."

A pause didn't have time to settle over their heads before Iwaizumi pulled back a few inches to look Oikawa in the face. His eyes were bleary and his cheeks were blotchy with the stain of his blush. He only grew redder with Iwaizumi's next question: "What kind of romantic bullshit?"
"I." Oikawa pouted. "I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"It's embarrassing. You'll laugh at me."
"I wouldn't. Not about your feelings." Iwaizumi brushed his lips against Oikawa's for only a second before retreating again. "So what is it?"
Oikawa squirmed about, but he didn't have much mobility when trapped in Iwaizumi's arms. "Different things. I can't just list them all, Iwa!"
"Oh, come on, stop being coy. This time, in particular."
"I... I thought about how it feels like I was born to meet you..."
"What?" Iwaizumi held his breath. "How it feels like..." He brought a hand over his eyes and blushed. "Fuck, you dumbass."
"What!?"
"That's really fucking romantic."
"Hajime...!"

Without another word, Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa into him and kissed him with a passion backing his every touch. His fingers left pale imprints on Oikawa's skin and he ground his hips against his crotch and the blankets grew too hot, too quickly. Oikawa was the one to throw them off. Their limbs and tongues entangled, and within moments they were back where they started. Iwaizumi panted, his hands on either side of Oikawa's head and his knees propped between Oikawa's thighs.

"I love you."
Oikawa melted into the sheets, but shot back a mischievous smirk. "I love me, too."
Iwaizumi kissed his clavicle. "Narcissist."
"Your narcissist."

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

[winterstuck]

Rin & Gou (Free!)

"My brother isn't some kind of farm animal!" --Edward Elric

Re: Prompt: Team Haikyuu!!

[saintjoy]

oh my god this prompt is fantastic

//comments on this as a promise to do it

Re: FILL: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[chiharu]

Y U DO THIS