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.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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Comments

FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, T

[granada]

alcohol use and implied sexual situations
word count: 653

Rin wakes up to the smell of grilling fish, the sound of soft crying and a pounding headache.

So okay, the soft crying is new, but the smell of fish is something Rin has long since gotten used to when he and Makoto ended up moving in with Haru. The pounding headache can only be from the copious amounts of drinking done last night. Rin isn't entirely sure what happened, he remembers alcohol and lips and two sets of hands moving across his skin...

He can add a furious blush to the list of things he woke up with.

But asides from that, Rin cannot for the life of him remember what happened last night. There's a lot that could have happened, and it can either be good or bad. To be quite honest, Rin is kind of hoping that something good did happen last night.

He, Haru and Makoto had some sort of relationship going on for the past few months, kisses between each other and the occasional tumble between the sheets, but it had only been just two out of for all that time. Either he and Haru or he and Makoto would do things, and he's pretty sure that Haru and Makoto have done things on their own while he was out, but there was a tense sort of energy between the three of them. They all want something between the three of them, but the question in the air was how to even start?

Apparently all they needed was booze.

Who knew it could work wonders?

Rin contemplates the idea of staying in bed, but the smell of fish becomes a bit hard to ignore when his stomach grumbles. With a groan, he stands up and stumbles into the living room and isn't surprised to see Haru standing in the kitchen, wearing only his apron and a pair of jammers. It's just like any morning. The sound of crying is coming from the couch and Rin peers at it and sees Makoto curled up on it.

Haru isn't doing anything about it and Rin is wondering if he should. Haru must have heard him come in, because he's turned away from the stove and is giving Rin a look that says "Come here," or it could be "You are so stupid." Sometimes it's hard to tell which look Haru is giving him at any moment. But Rin chooses to believe it's a "come here" look and pads his way over to Haru.

"Morning, Rin."

"You don't look like shit, Haru."

Haru says nothing at first, but turns back to the stove. He glances his way when he does answer, "Unlike you and Makoto, I drank a lot of water as well."

Rin clicks his tongue and flops into the closest chair. A loud sob distracts him and Rin turns to look back at the couch.

"Before you ask, nothing more than touching happened last night."

"Haah?"

Haru is perfectly composed as he adds another piece of fish to the grill.

"I was watching you and Makoto kiss when you fell asleep. Your dignity is remains intact."

"And Makoto?"

"He things he slept with your cat."

"What?!"

"He'll figure it out when he realizes the bite on his shoulder and the scratches on his back are a little too big to belong to a cat."

Rin blushes again and doesn't need to look at Haru to know that he's giving him a pointed look. Rin looks at his fingers and considers trimming his nails.

"H-how will I tell Rin I slept with S-S-Sakura!"

Haru lets out a small laugh.

"I think Makoto's still a little drunk, but..."

"But--?"

The sound of cooking stops and Rin turns to look at Haru, who's looking away from him now.

"I think we should try again, only with less alcohol."

Rin looks at Haru for a moment, before turning away as well, raising a hand to rub it through the hair at the back of his head.

"Yeah, I think so too."

FILL: TEAM Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, G

[chiriko]

No major content tags
Word count: 469

“Rei-chan, teach me about statistics.” Nagisa says. It’s summer and they’ve just returned to Rei’s house after a jog, now languidly trying to regain feeling in their limbs by lazing around the living room. The air conditioning is set to arctic and Nagisa is sprawled across the sofa reading a magazine upside-down. Rei sets down his training log.

“I hope you know we are currently learning about basic calculus concepts in math class,” he says evenly, ever patient. “I would be willing to give you instruction on that, as we have a unit exam soon.”

Nagisa makes a small sound at the back of his throat in protest and all but crawls off the sofa to sidle up to Rei on the floor.

“No, just teach me about statistics and probabilities and stuff. I’m interested! Percentages are cool.”

Rei’s brow furrows and Nagisa instinctively reaches up to smooth it out.

“I suppose I could. What do you want to know?”

“Practical applications, y’know? Like how likely is it that it will rain tomorrow?” Nagisa starts to card his hands through Rei’s hair, which is soft and fine like cat fur. Rei closes his eyes and hums contentedly.

“That’s meteorology not probability.”

“Well, maybe you could tell me how likely it is that we met?”

“That’s difficult, since there are many factors influencing the convergence of our paths and how—”

“Okay never mind. What about how likely it is that we became friends?”

“You cut me off!” Rei huffs indignantly. “I don’t need math for that. It was highly improbable. In fact, I am still surprised. I am bad at befriending people, especially very loud people.”

Nagisa blows air into his ear in retaliation, and Rei flinches. “I told you to stop doing that!”

“You were being mean! Now, how likely is it that you fell in love with me?” Nagisa asks in provocation, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rei’s mouth quirks upwards and Nagisa almost braces himself for something devastating.

“That was inevitable.”

Nagisa stares blankly into middle distance for a split second before covering his face and wailing.

“How unfair, Rei-chan! You totally outdid me! When did you get so sly?”

“You’ve been a bad influence on me,” Rei says in that infuriatingly know-it-all way he has and Nagisa wants him to shut up so he grabs him by the collar of his shirt and kisses him. Hard.

Rei kisses back, and the world goes distant. Nagisa knows, vaguely, that the universe is unapologetically vast, that the way he feels when Rei smiles at him is the product of millions upon millions of improbabilities, that there are 38 days until graduation, that math is never straightforward despite what his teachers say.

But, he thinks as Rei shifts under him, the sun is shining and this is far from a coincidence.

sorry if it's a bit too cloying and my writing's ungainly ahh. i hope you like this and my interpretation of the quote anyway! \('ㅅ'*)/

Fill: Team haiba lev/yaku morisuke, G

[frostedbell]

word count: 426

“Tetsu-chan come here!” Oikawa exclaims. “I wanna take a selfie!” Kuroo smirks at his roommate and rolls his eyes but saunters up to Oikawa and puts his arm around his shoulder as he flops onto the couch next to him. Kuroo leans his head towards Oikawa and smiles, but it’s more like a lopsided grin, at the camera. Oikawa sticks his tongue out and flashes a peace sign as he snaps the picture.

“Ohh I like this one! Can I post it Tetsu-chan?” Oikawa asks. “I know you’re going to post it regardless of what I say so go ahead.” Kuroo laughs good naturedly at the end of his statement and is about to pull away to get food when Sawamura and Bokuto enter through the front door. “You guys are cuddling without us?? No fair bro!” Bokuto whines.

“We weren’t cuddling Boku-chan, we were taking a selfie!” Oikawa holds his phone up and shakes it for Bokuto to see. “That’s not any better though. I wanna take a selfie with you guys too!” Bokuto grabs Sawamura’s hand and pulls him behind Oikawa and Kuroo and crouches down so that they would fit in a selfie. “C’mon Oikawa take a selfie with us this time.” Bokuto huffs. “Fine, fine.” Oikawa lets out a small laugh but unlocks his phone and brings up the camera. Everyone gets into position and Oikawa snaps the picture.

“Yeah, Yeah! That looks like a good one! Thanks Oikawa!” Bokuto ruffles Oikawa’s hair as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. “Bokuto, grab me a bag of Cheetos will ya?” Kuroo asks. “Get them yourself you lazy bum!” Bokuto shouts as he visibly tries to hold back laughter.

Oikawa whines about Bokuto messing up his hair when Bokuto tosses a bag of chips at them from the kitchen and it smacks Oikawa in the face, everyone except for Oikawa bursts out laughing. “Boku-chan, rude!” Oikawa shouts. He leans into Kuroo and whines. Kuroo strokes a hand up and down his arm. “Shush you big baby, you’re okay.”

“I know I’m okay but it still sucks.” He whispers against Kuroo’s collar bone. Kuroo puts his hand in Oikawa’s hair and massages his scalp with his scalp for a second before gently pushing him. “Now get off so I can eat my Cheetos.” Kuroo snatches the chips from beside Oikawa and rips open the bag. Oikawa sticks a hand in and eats some himself before Kuroo even has a chance to grab some for himself. “And you complain about other people being rude.”

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[capsoumako]

No major content tags // Word Count: 422

Despite Suga’s guidance, this was something that could not be taught. Kageyama had to figure this out on his own. He could nudge him in the right direction, but ultimately, it was up to the younger setter to own up to his past mistakes and rebuild burnt bridges.

Suga watched him from the sidelines fondly and protectively, over this fallen king who was left by himself as the dust cleared.

A king.

Such a grandiose title was placed unfairly on him, a young fledgling testing out his wings – experimenting how far he can reach.

Kageyama’s eyes would shine whenever he received a pass just happy to play and give tosses. The setter’s job was not only to control the flow of the game and call out the plays, but the setter was also the bridge between his teammates.

The trust between a setter and his team was valuable. Too soon did Kageyama’s ex-teammates give up on him, and did a number on the younger setter’s self-esteem. Even flinching away from a nickname prestigious as “king of the court”, the damage was done.

A good ruler cares about his people, and in return they care for him. It’s not always easy to gain someone’s trust, but once you do, they can be your greatest allies. And the boys of Karasuno were loyal to a fault – they’ll stick with you until the bitter end. Suga was proud of their progress of supporting each other.

A beautiful grin rested on his face as he heard the thrilled hollering of Tanaka and their first year duo that echoed his excitement.

Kageyama was glancing around the gym before his eyes settled on Suga’s calm ones and he offered a shy, small smile in return before turning to yell directions to a bouncing Hinata.

Yes, there was so much more to Kageyama than at first glance. Not only in talent, but personality as well. Despite the frown or scathing commentary directed at his peers, his aloofness was adorable in its own right. Along with his love for the sport, his passion and determination was infectious and inspiring.

Maybe he’s better of as a prince, where he’d still have all the regality to him but mistakes were allowed. And he’ll gradually build his kingdom, earning the trust of those around him (Suga knows he’s got at least one person in his court), and he’ll become something great.

After all, the crown is there waiting for its king to reclaim it whenever he deems himself ready and worthy once again.

x-o-x-o-x

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply. Sorry for the bad quality pic! Am on my phone and away from PC until end of the round. I'll scan it later!

FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, M

[squid_senpai_chan]

Contains mentions of Sexual Content and bondage

Words: 401

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Akashi was not easily surprised, but seeing a very attractive and under dressed boyfriend completely helpless in one’s own bed is not exactly a common occurrence. Yet, despite statistical improbabilities, Kuroko lay bare on his bed completely tied up- wrists bound to the posts with black silk, legs strapped to the bed, blankets tossed aside entirely forgotten. The emperor licked his lips- his lover knew that he relished the thought of being in charge, and this most certainly met to that desire.


Akashi found his eyes drawn to rose lips forming a delicate ‘o’, cheeks flushed and light sapphire eyes darkened with primal desire. Snow white skin flushed with heat, illuminated by moonlight and glistening with sweat, exposed in all entirety to him and him alone. Arms strained against their bonds when the phantom noticed the presence of the emperor, instinct driving for escape, desire seeking containment. Rubies met sapphires, and he shivered with the thrill of the hunt. “A-Akashi-kun,” his lover moaned, back arching from the raw pleasure of the loss of control, of being simply seen in such a state.


Despite the sudden lack of moisture in his throat and the loss of the ability to swallow, the emperor smiled and approached his lover slowly, ignoring the whimpers of his lover. Upon arriving at the base of the bed, Akashi chuckled and gave his lover the satisfaction of being touched. He watched Kuroko gasp with delight, with hands roaming every inch of pale skin, reveling in each mewl that reached his ears. He nipped alongside his lover’s neck, pulse racing faster and faster with each mark left in his wake, slowly moving up until his lips brushed by small earlobes. “Tetsuya-kun,” he murmured, lips fluttering on delicate skin, feeling the phantom underneath shiver with apprehension (and perhaps the chilly air.) He pressed his thumb lightly on his lover’s fluttering pulse, caressing his delicate neck with butterfly touches. His hands snaked around to grab a fistful of teal hair, burying his face in its delicious vanilla scent, and growled huskily: “I am going to completely ravish you now.”


Long eyelashes fluttered in surprise, yet Kuroko smirked and purred “Please do.” Ignoring the emperor’s shock, he leaned in towards Akashi and kissed his neck, whispering “Tighten the bonds first.” Heart pounding in his ears, the emperor dove in for the attack, ensuring the sweet sounds of his lover resonated until dawn.

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The "i have no idea what i'm doing" prompt has arrived. It's so short it hurts.... just like Kuroko's height

FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: G

[iwaizumemes]

no major content warnings

692 words :)

Kei stepped into the small cafe just as the rain started to fall in earnest. He was late, damnably so, and at this point he'd rather get there very late and dry than barely late and soaked to the bone. The cafe was small, it's windows taking up the entirety of the front, and a bell chimed when he opened the door.

"Welcome!" A voice called from behind the counter, and he ducked his head in acknowledgement. He was suddenly struck by how very pink everything was. From floor to ceiling, the walls were pink striped, the tables, chairs, even the uniform that the guy behind the counter was wearing: all pink.

"Would you like to try our specials?" His voice was chipper, happy and bubbly in a way that Kei never was. It wasn't unpleasant, but he hadn't exactly come in for the food, just to escape the downpour.

"Um, do you have coffee?" He asked, finally looking up into the face of the man behind the counter. He was met with a wide smile.

"Of course!" The man moved, pushing his blonde hair out of his face, and busied himself with filling a paper cup. "Would you like anything special with it? Just coffee?"

"Just coffee, thank you." Kei replied. He approached the counter, close enough to see the scattered cups and small coffee spills and stains on the surfaces around the man. His nametag said Hazuki. He wondered if he should be allowed to work alone, if he made that much of a mess regularly. Hazuki handed him the cup and Kei dropped some cash on the counter.

A few seconds of silence passed before Hazuki spoke up.

"So what brings you in today?"

Kei's mouth was full of hot coffee, and he swallowed, taking his time before he answered. The answer should have been obvious to anyone with ears or eyes. The rain was loud enough to hear inside.

"The rain. I was on my way to a meeting."

"Ooh, are you some important business man or something??" He sounded excited, and just as happy as he had during his first greeting.

Kei shook his head. "I'm an intern, hardly important."

"You'll be important soon, I bet, you've got that look." Hazuki bent over, resting his chin on both hands on the counter and smiled again.

"What look?" Kei wondered. Maybe the man assumed glasses meant intelligence, or that owning a briefcase meant you were successful. He certainly didn't think three minutes of acquaintance was enough for him to divine his character.

"Like you work hard, and you know what you want. The type of guys who know what they want and know how to work hard tend to get it." If possible, his smile got wider, and maybe a little mischievous.

"I don't know how you could tell that. We've hardly spoken." Kei replied. He didn't deny the assertions, in fact they were rather accurate, but that didn't change the bare facts.

"You're right! We should change that."

Kei almost choked on his coffee. "What?"

"I'm saying we should get to know each other."

"Are you asking me out?"

Hazuki laughed, and stood up fully, resting his hands on his hips as if he was about to scold a young child. "Of course I am!"

Kei felt a blush on his cheeks that he couldn't control, and he tossed his almost empty cup in a trash can.

"Look, um, I have to go to this meeting." The rain hadn't fully stopped, but it wasn't as bad as it had been minutes before.

"That's not a no, you know?" Hazuki countered, and Kei nodded.

"I know that's not a no." He turned to leave, and the bell chimed again when he opened the door.

"I'll be waiting for you!" Hazuki called. "I"m off at 6! You better come back!"

Kei tucked his jacket tighter around his waist, grateful for the warmth in his chest from the coffee and maybe something else. He thought about his schedule. Maybe it was fate, or something akin to coincidence, but he was certain he'd be passing by this cafe right around 6:05.

[catlarks]

I'm so glad that you liked this!! I loved the prompt a lot and had this Very Particular Tone that I wanted to capture which I actually do think I was successful with? And I'm glad it worked for you too!

Fandom secret, I am far more interested in (and comfy with) writing other characters observing Manami than writing Manami themself. Miki in particular was fun to do for that, I love her a lot. ;u;

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply. Sorry for the bad quality pic! Won't have a chance to scan before the end of the round! ;;

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

[squid_senpai_chan]

In truth, I typed it up as "I'm sorry I love you" with Akashi responding with "I'm sorry I love you too"... but it occurred to me that the whole story had very little to do with your quote ^_^;

[catlarks]

ahhhhh as much as I would love to read so many words of just, Chihaya and Kana settling down together, this little piece of them being calm and comfortable with each other is so lovely. I think I enjoy most of all their little observations on each other, and especially Chihaya worrying about ruining Kana's kimono. Thank you for this!

FILL: AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply. Sorry for the bad quality! Won't be able to scan until after this round is over. x3

Re: FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[princetoss]

[ Maybe he’s better of as a prince, where he’d still have all the regality to him but mistakes were allowed. ]

i love this. this is so good. Everything about this was brilliant but that line especially makes my heart do things and the way you interpreted this quote was beautiful. thank you for filling!!

[catlarks]

I WILL HAPPILY TAKE PHONE QUALITY (which is at least what I'm guessing you did, ahaha), for cute makisaka in this, the eleventh hour of BR1. Makishima looks so proud and Onoda so happy, thank you for this. ;_______; <3

FILL: Team Fukutomi Juichi/Kinjou Shingo, M

[hachikocchi]

Warnings: mentions of blood via puncturing the skin
Additional warnings: mentions of drowning as metaphor, angst, sexual content
Word count: 1,520


Some people had it easy, finding themselves in a relationship that bloomed out of something as small and ordinary like a love letter in their locker. A confession at the back of the school or under a tree out of sight except for the two individuals— in high school, a story like that was expected and quite honestly, hoped for. But love was a fickle, fickle thing. Asahi knew this best because he was constantly reminded of everything he wanted and everything he was too scared to touch every time he catches sight of Nishinoya.

"Ah, Kiyoko-san! Kiyoko-san!!“

Today like always, he watched from the sidelines as Tanaka and Nishinoya hurried over to their manager. She was barely flustered as always, firm in her rejection to their affection with a shake of her head while also always appreciative of their efforts. She never lied or pretended to believe something she didn’t. She was gentle and soft but so very sincere.

She was so very unlike Asahi, who cowered immediately when he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Enough to the point where watching her interactions with Nishinoya made him envious and horrifying upset at himself because it really shouldn’t be that hard to stand up for what he wants.

But Asahi was unable to breathe or even act normally in front of Nishinoya anymore. From the moment his realized that he had liked the other boy and not in the way Tanaka or the Hinata and Tobio duo did, he had found himself clenching his fist over his chest. The cotton fabric of his shirt, drenched with sweat from the act and from the immediate cold sweat formed from anxiety, twisted under his fingers as he started down at the mess on his other hand. He had wiped himself off on the same shirt and then rushed himself out of his bedroom to the laundry room with it, heart thumping painfully against his ribs as he threw the shirt into the washer.

The cold water and detergent had erased the evidence of what he had done but no amount of washing and cleaning and distraction had managed to erase the flitting thoughts he had of Nishinoya.

And it was those exact thoughts that had Asahi shrinking further into himself. It didn’t matter if he was helping to pick up stray volleyballs from the court or when he was using the broom to polish the floor before the team headed out for the night. Every time he heard Nishinoya’s voice or saw a glimpse of him from the corner of his eyes (he was too afraid to look straight onto the other man now), Asahi thought of how he would look sprawled on the mess that was his sheets—how Nishinoya would look with parted lips, eyes hazy and wide from pleasure, and Asahi’s larger palm pressing down against the slight dip of his back.

Needless to say, Asahi avoided looking and being near Nishinoya as much as possible, to the point where he even volunteered to do small errand runs just to get out of the court when he really should be practicing with the rest of them. Such as cleaning volleyballs, which he was doing on the bench while watching the rest of the time practice halfheartedly.

“Asahi?”

But it’s definitely better to stay on the bench and avoid saying anything to Nishinoya until he was able to act normal again.

“Asahi—“

And even if it was shameful to admit to himself, it was easier too. He didn’t have to think about it if he didn’t have to be in a place that prompted his mind to wander.

“A—SA—HI!”

“Wah!”

The volleyball dropped from between his hands and rolled off to the center of the court. Asahi fumbled to stand up but was made to stay where he was, a pair of small hands coming down to press firmly against his shoulders.

“Are you okay, Asahi? You look sort of sad.”

He didn’t need to look up to know who it was in front of him. There was no way to forget the sound of Nishinoya’s voice and touch when they’ve been just as strong of a team together as the team itself was with everyone else. Asahi swallowed, hands coming together instinctively as if the bigger boy was afraid of what he would do if he didn’t keep them busy.

“Ah—ah, Nishinoya. I’m just, thinking?”

“Thinking about what?” Nishinoya folded his arms over his chest and Asahi felt sweat slowly dripping its way down the back of his neck and into the collar of his shirt.

“Thi—things?”

“What things?” The questioning continued and Asahi leaned back, head bowing so his eyes could find solace with the floor.

“N-Nothing important,” he insisted. Nothing he could say at least.

“—You know you can talk to me if you need to right, Asahi?” It wasn’t the words that made him look up but the tone used. Soft, a little tearful. Worry. Confusion. And a hint of something that he can’t quite understand. When their eyes finally met, it became a little harder to breathe. It was as if the air around him had turned to water and Asahi was the only one without an oxygen mask. He can’t cross that line—he really can’t afford the price of that passageway. The knowledge doesn’t stop him from considering the possibility though.

“We’ve been friends for so long—” Nishinoya sounded so far away even when Asahi was just right there. If he reached out, he could just pull the other boy into arms and squeeze. There were only jerseys between the two of them and wouldn’t it be a lovely secret if he could slip a hand up and brush bare skin just to see if dreams were truly just as good as reality? Asahi breathed out shallowly, eyes widening but vision only focusing on Nishinoya’s face.

Soft looking lips, especially sweet when plumped out in a pout—no doubt just as sweet when wrapped around a cock. A small tongue, sweet and glistening pink, that barely matched the smart comments that would sincerely and brutally be said every so often but would be the source of the best and most teasing of pressures.

“And friends don’t hide things from friends, right? I can handle it, Asahi, so you can always depend on me.”

“No!”

The shock on Nishinoya’s face, splayed out for the world to see in the slight parted ‘o’ of his lips and the furrow of his brow, acted like cold water on Asahi along with the sharp stings to his palms. Asahi pushed himself off the bench, immediately fumbling for some excuse or another.

“It—It’s honestly nothing important. You don’t,” he paused, hesitant, before forcing a smile onto his face and scratching at the base of his neck with a hand. “You don’t need to worry, Nishinoya. If it’s something important, I’ll tell you, okay?”

The shorter boy only nodded but Asahi’s smile must have looked good enough, natural enough because the libero only grinned back after a moment of silence.

“I trust you, Asahi! I’m just—worried. If you say it’s nothing, then it’s nothing! Come back to the court and hit some spikes with Ryuu later, okay?!”

He nodded and Nishinoya made his way back to the other side of the court, the group becoming loud once more. It’s only when he’s sure Nishinoya wasn’t going to turn around that Asahi finally glanced at his still stinging hands. The crescent shaped dips in his palms were pink with just a few drops of blood here and there where nail broke through skin.

He had been so close to saying it all out, to sharing what he had been thinking about ever since that night with the one person he didn’t want to hurt the most but would be hurt the most by it. Who would want someone like Asahi thinking of them like that anyways? Especially when someone was as charismatic as Nishinoya who could have anyone?

And he was nothing but a liar. He couldn’t even be truthful to himself or his closest friend. He didn’t deserve the chance when even Asahi understood the only thing stopping him was the fear of losing everything. He couldn’t even trust in Nishinoya enough to believe that their friendship would at least survive if he shared his deepest thoughts and his sincere desire of him.

No, it was easier to keep it to himself. He could keep going like this and let it sink in enough until the sharp jolts of pain and lack of air turned into just a soft ache and a shallow cough. He could do this.

After all, Asahi had always been cowardly and if it meant keeping Nishinoya safe from himself, then he didn’t mind adding another notch for the many instances he acted like one.

FILL: TEAM HAIBA LEV/YAKU MORISUKE, G

[potclean]

No content warnings apply. 446 words.

Kageyama doesn’t ever remember when he realizes that the entire world hates him. Coincidentally, Kageyama realizes a split second later, that his entire world consists only of a few people to whom he doesn’t matter and it’s funny, really, how he tries to lie to himself about it. Kageyama doesn’t know when he starts lying to himself; all he’s ever remembered is the familiar feel of a volleyball against his skin, the latticework of the net always imprinted on the back of his eyelids.

But sometimes, when he closes his eyes to think of things other than volleyball (which is already impossible to him, at least) he thinks of little things, things concerning the two people at the top of his mental list: Kindaichi Yuutarou and Kunimi Akira. It’s hard not to think about them, considering they’re both in the same grade, same team, same class. They’re not friends by any means (because Kageyama Tobio doesn’t have friends) and Kageyama is fine with it. He’s just not sure at what point they started to hate him.

Was it when he noticed the deep, deep scowls and frowns and glares that fixated Kindaichi’s mouth at all times when they were together on the same side of the court during practice?

Was it when he noticed the deep wrinkles that always adorned Kindaichi’s forehead or was it when he noticed the lackluster look in Kunimi’s eyes when Kageyama used to signal him for a toss? A toss that was guaranteed to be missed?

There were a hundred million different occasions and scenarios that Kageyama documented and archived away, everything from the tilt of Kindaichi’s mouth when he actually laughed (never around Kageyama, of course) to the airy feel of Kunimi’s laugh in the cool morning breeze. He collected these hundreds of thousands of little encounters all to combat the fact that had finally sunk into him: Kindaichi and Kunimi hated him. He wondered why it had taken him so long to understand but all the sighs and glowers and frowns and pushed chairs and slouches all were gathered evidence to the hypothesis that Kindaichi and Kunimi didn’t even see him as a friend, a teammate; at this point, Kageyama Tobio wasn’t even sure what to categorize their relationship as. It wasn’t even a relationship at this point, just a quickly put together alliance, glued together with promises of graduation, of transfers to other schools, of confirmations of separation.

Kageyama Tobio formulates this hypothesis (though he knows that it’s one hundred percent true) on a bright Tuesday morning during morning practice and, coincidentally for the first time, he’s the one who messes up his tosses to Kindaichi and Kunimi.

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[capsoumako]

Major content tags: character death // Words: 456

What’s it like?

A battleground with rivets of blood staining the land. A village unfit to host any family with its ruined houses. A kingdom in shambles left in his wake. It’s almost impossible to imagine the town in its former glory of bustling streets filled with lively people.

So very opposite of the silent ground beneath his feet.

Oikawa stood up shakily (when had he kneeled down?) and walked towards his throne. He passed by what were once beautiful stained-glass windows, but were reduced to sharp protrusions that lay in shattered remains on the palace’s floor. Black scorch marks were etched onto the walls from arrows lit with flames. The tips of blades and forged weapons alike left their marks in the form of scratchy indentations on the castle’s structure.

It was almost too much for Oikawa to take in.

Until finally.

Finally, his feet took him right in front of his throne where an immobile figure laid before him. A broken sob ripped its way out of his throat before he could stop it as he all but collapsed in despair.

Tentative hands shook as they gently brushed away dark bangs. Fearful of…what? Shattering him? Oikawa laughed bitterly, but it sounded more like a strangled sound of hysterics, for he knew the other man was anything but fragile. Oikawa believed them to be invincible, despite them both being humans and were bound by the limits of mortality.

He just never thought…

He never imagined a time when…

Another cry was startled out of him before he covered his mouth to prevent anymore from slipping through.

It was always the two of them.

He never fathomed a future where he’d be without his most cherished person.

----

As the remaining guards, searched the rest of the ruined palace for survivors – or prisoners of the invading army – Oikawa hoped morbidly, wanting to stick his blade into something, but he shook away the thoughts of hate-driven revenge as he knew Iwaizumi would frown upon that sort of thing. It did little to quell his bloodlust, but his kingdom has seen enough blood shed and he a lifetime’s worth.

It was time to make reparations and rebuild, but there were limits as to what could be replaced and what were forever lost. Oikawa draped his arms over his tucked in legs and buried his head in them, breathing shallowly.

He wished he could have been there.

He wished that he never left.

He wished he knew that it was a trap.

He wished that he could hear his voice again, to hold him close once more.

But wishing won’t get you anywhere, and it definitely won’t bring back what you’ve lost.

----

What’s it like?
To be alone.

x-o-x-o-x

Would you believe me when I say that this was supposed to be happy, but then scraped the idea and somehow it turned out like this? OTL

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

[demfeeeels]

Angst, 655 words.



Haru had always been the kind of person who knew what he wanted.

It wasn’t that hard, as it seemed to be for Makoto. Ever since Haru had been a mere child, he knew what he liked, he knew what he didn’t like. It wasn’t that complicated.

But then he remembered how that notion of his had flipped around when a certain overly excited and romantic redhead had appeared in his life. But then again, a lot of things had changed when he’d met Rin Matsuoka.

He remembered, clear as day, how annoying Rin could be sometimes, demanding that Haru swim in his relay, following him around, crying at the smallest things, and having the dumbest (yet somehow cute) ideas that Haru had ever heard. He was loud, he was irritating, and he was just too…bright.

…Yet Haru didn’t hate him. Didn’t even dislike him, really. Which was strange, because Haru knew for sure that, if he’d have to endure this for two weeks and it was someone other than Rin, he would’ve been despising them long ago.

But he just…couldn’t bring himself to hate Rin. If anything, he found him a bit intriguing. Fascinating, even. He seemed so set on making Haru swim in his relay, and he was so determined about everything. It was almost like he was looking in a whole other direction, a bigger picture that the rest of them couldn’t see.

It was only the day before the relay when Haru found out. No wonder Rin was so passionate, he was set on fulfilling his late father’s dream of becoming an Olympic swimmer, and he was going all the way to Australia for it. It irritated Haru slightly, the fact that Rin was just going to swim with them and then leave, like they weren’t enough. But he had to admit…it was admirable, what he was doing.

That day was also the first time Haru had felt that emotion. He remembered clearly, he and Rin under the cherry blossom tree, and Rin telling him:

“If you swim with me, I’ll show you a sight you’ve never seen before!”

And that’s when Haru had felt it. The smallest twinge of something in his chest, something warm, and the longer he looked at Rin, the more it would spread. It crept to his stomach, this pleasantly warm tingling sensation, way down to his toes, and to his face.

Later, Makoto had informed him that his face had been red, and started worrying that Haru had caught the flu.

Haru had wondered the same thing. Every time Rin crossed his mind after that, he’d feel that warmth, and he wasn’t sure why. It was irritating and tiring, not knowing why he felt so…excited, but at the same time…not really. It was nice. Pleasant.

The feeling only increased after Haru swam in the relay. He felt strangely…motivated after it. He’d swim a little faster every day, checking his timings as he went along. Rin was probably doing the same in Australia, right? He couldn’t let Rin pull too ahead of him.

And as for Rin…Haru was still confused. He missed Rin, and he had to admit, he was disappointed when Rin hadn’t called him or sent him any letters. That…that meant he thought of him as a friend, right?

Then what was this feeling? It was so strange, so warm, making him burn up. His face felt too hot, his skin felt itchy, and…and he wanted to work hard.
Why…?


~~~~~~


The day Haru beat Rin and made him cry, a year after he had left for Australia, Haru realized what it was. Sitting in his bathtub alone, tears prickling in his eyes, Haru realized what it was.

The word was love.

And even though Rin surely hated him now, Haru couldn’t help but still feel it. He shouldn’t have been feeling it. It was wrong.

But he doubted he’d ever feel normal again.

FILL : TEAM Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G

[vellaude]

no major content warnings

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

no warnings, 547 words

I'm sorry, I had to post this from mobile so hopefully there's no errors. ;A;

--

It’s been a year since Makishima left.

He doesn’t quite remember the way the cicadas hum in the twilight (but he remembers the hesitant touch of Toudou’s lips on his, so unlike the noisy whole of him, the bluster that follows), doesn’t quite remember the suffocating humidity of summer, and honestly, doesn’t care to (but he remembers the way his shirt had stuck wetly to his back with the sweat of late summer, when Toudou had pressed his face to it anyway).

The flight back to Japan is long, it feels like the entirety of the year that just passed, and Makishima can’t sleep a wink. He thought he was coming back with answers, a clear path ahead, but it seems like a year was not nearly enough to find them.

Everything is awkward, afterward.

Makishima doesn’t really race anymore, he was too laden down with university lectures and the time he was putting in at his brother’s business, and then there’s the added struggle of a language he’s still finding his way around. A year takes a lot out of your condition, and when he meets up with Toudou again, Toudou who has raced ahead, brilliant and beautiful on his way to the world stage, the small gap between has turned into something as vast as the sea.

He runs out of breath just as they crest the peak, Toudou crossing first like a reminder and a memory burned for always to the back of his mind; the last push is too much, and Makishima doesn’t know how to read the look on Toudou’s face when he needs to pull over to the side of the road.

“Maki-chan! Are you sick? Did you forget to eat breakfast this morning? Ice cream is not breakfast, how many time do I need to remind you that if you’re hot, you should just drink water, it’s better for you!” Toudou leans over his bike, puts his face right into Makishima’s, paying no attention to the harsh panting as he tries to get his breath back, tries to control the awful shaking of his limbs.

"Jinpachi--"

Toudou doesn't even let him finish, takes his hand and holds it so tight in his that Makishima is sure he's going to break it. But for once, Toudou fills the moment with his silence instead, and they stay there for a long while, watching the sun trace a path slowly across the sky.

They take the downhill as the sun eases high into the sky, and it’s already too hot, much too hot, the scorch of another late summer sticking his jersey to his skin, but the wind wicks the sweat off his face, turns the world to a blur of scenery and a quiet hum broken only by the shift of his gears, the crack of pavement as his bike eats up the road. Makishima can hear Toudou yelling beside him, chasing him with a string of Maki-chan! Maki-chan!! and he thinks with a small smile touching the corner of his mouth, loud, noisy, and he thinks as he grits his teeth into a grin and pushes forward, this might not be so bad afterall.

Today the sky is clear, their hearts are clear, and the future is right there with them.

FILL: TEAM Matsuoka Rin/Ryuugazaki Rei, G

[dandywonderous]

Content warnings: none
Words: 505

Maki still played piano, though she didn’t compose much anymore.

It didn’t feel right after Muse broke up. She still loved music, still loved playing their old melodies, but she didn’t want to write a song if she wouldn’t get to hear all their voices singing in unison. But even if she didn’t write, she still played, and there were two melodies she found herself coming back to often.

The first one was snappy, fast paced. It focused on exuberance and loud, cheery refrains, but it was also cute. It sounded like Rin, because Maki had written it that way.

She had written the second one differently. It was much slower, sweeter. At one point, though, for fun, it started to speed up, with loud, ringing crashes. Like Hanayo, when she got excited about something.

Of all the songs she’d written, for Muse or otherwise, Maki was most proud of these two. All of her heart and soul went into her songs, but these had something a little extra special, too. It couldn’t be from herself – she’d borrowed it from the two of them.

No one had heard them, besides herself. There was absolutely no way she’d let just anyone hear these two all-important melodies. She was too self-conscious about them. They were the kind of melodies that left her heart open and vulnerable.

But no one is here in her house right then, so she played the melodies for herself. She played them a lot when Rin and Hanayo were away. Both of them had careers now that took them away from her sometimes, but they would always come back, and she would be waiting.

Speaking of which…

Her phone vibrated on the top of the piano. She stopped playing, picked it up to read the texts, smiling softly.

“I’ll be home at ten tomorrow, Maki-chan! Kayo-chin, when are you coming home?”

“My flight lands at 1!”

“We’ll be there to meet you, right Maki-chan?”

Maki smiled wider, glad she was alone. “Of course.”

“Yay! Can’t wait to see you both, nya! :3”

“I can’t wait to see you, either. <3”

Maki gave a little shake of her head at the texts, simply typing, “Just don’t be late, Rin.”

“I’ll be on time, Maki-chan!”

“Good.”

She hesitated a long moment, looking at the texts. She looked around her home, their home, full of pictures of them together, their furniture, Rin’s coat slung over the arm of the couch, Hanayo’s idol DVDs on the shelf.

She turned back to the phone. “When you two get here, I want to play some songs for you.”

She hesitated a full minute before pressing send. The response was immediate.

“Ooooh, Maki-chan! Did you write a new song??”

“Something like that.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” from Hanayo. Maki sighed, though she was still smiling.

“Just be safe coming home.”

“We will!”

“Yes!”

She locked the phone, setting it back on the piano, and going back to Hanayo’s melody automatically.

She couldn’t wait for them to be home.

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, E 1/2

[daichiis]

no major content warnings
Wordcount: 3007


"You should join us."

Michimiya mentions it at a bar, a night where Daichi, Shimizu and Michimiya had all gone out for drinks after a rough week of classes. Daichi always liked seeing the two girls, and even on the nights that Suga and Asahi couldn't join, he found himself coming out anyway, relaxing in the warm air of the bar and the good conversation, the familiarity between them comfortable. Easy.

Michimiya and Shimizu started dating right after graduation, had apparently been spending a lot of time together after the girls volleyball team lost their first game of the tournament. Suga hadn't been surprised.

Daichi had been, a little bit, but after seeing the two of them together, it started to make more sense. Daichi had watched Shimizu open up a more than the subtle ways he'd seen back in the volleyball club, seen her smile a little bigger and joke around a little louder, and Michimiya all but glowed when she was around her.

( At first, Daichi had almost been jealous - wondered if Michimiya had ever looked like that when they'd dated, but the thought was gone as quickly as it came.

She was happy, they both were, and that was all he really needed. )

Still, the comment brought a kind of silence to their conversation- a moment, and then another, passing between friends. Daichi looks between the two girls, eyes a bit wide, unsure if Michimiya was being serious or if she was just making a joke.

Shimizu’s eyes are on her drink, intentionally so, and is Daichi seeing that flush creep out over her cheeks or-

“S-sorry, what?” He stammers out, looking over to Michimiya with a smile that expects to hear the butt of the joke follow at its own expense. Michimiya just grins at him, leans down to whisper something in Shimizu’s ear, squeezes her hand, all the while her eyes never leave his.

Suddenly, Daichi feels too hot for the room, for his own skin, and Michimiya bursts out in laughter.

“Not now, Daichi, it’s okay.” And that had been it. Like it wasn’t ever mentioned, like it wasn’t ever brought up.

It’s another two weeks, before he gets that text, a simple so do you remember when I mentioned…

It’s an odd night for Daichi, some kind of momentary courage overshadowing his usual sense of uncertainty. He tells her yeah, if you two are and Michimiya sends back a smile, and a half hour later, a what are you doing this weekend?

He shows up at their apartment Friday night, after his shift at the bookstore and a shower. Michimiya had told him not to bring anything, that there was nothing to worry about because she had it covered and that they both were very, very excited.

Daichi feels his stomach turn, slowly, as he knocks at the door.

Because this is ridiculous. This is unheard of. He is standing at the door to his ex-girlfriend’s apartment, with her girlfriend inside, waiting to join a threesome. He has half a mind to turn around, half a mind to leave, before the door opens and standing before him is Shimizu.

For a moment, they just stand there, forgetting to breathe. But then she smiles, something shy but also confident, something small but loud, and Daichi feels the tension leave his shoulders.

“Hi.” She says, still standing there. Daichi, not quite realizing what he’s doing, stares. Realizes, like how you realize you still know how to ride a bike, to dive, to drive after so long, that she is breathtakingly beautiful.

“Hi.” He says back, just in time for the door to be pulled open and for Michimiya to lean out, to look between them and laugh, light and airy.

“Are you two going to come in? And hey, don’t flirt with my girlfriend unless I’m there!” She punches Daichi lightly on the shoulder before grabbing Shimizu’s hand and pulling her back inside. Daichi follows, the nerves he’d been nursing falling away, letting the night take its course.

Through the kitchen, where they each get a drink, chat a little about their week. Michimiya mentions how long its been since they’ve seen the other boys, pokes fun at how much time Daichi seems to be hanging out with just girls, and before he really understands the logistics of it, they’re in their bedroom.

“It’s okay.” Michimiya keeps muttering, smiling, setting her hands on Daichi’s chest and looking up to meet his eyes. Daichi must seem a little nervous, must be a little nervous, considering how quickly her hands are rising and falling where they’ve settled on his chest. She smiles, and it does help, watching him. “Daichi, it’s okay. We talked about this, we’re both on board if you are.” Daichi’s eyes flit over to where Shimizu is sitting on the bed to their right, watching with a fond, but also slightly heated, look. Michimiya sets her hands on his jaw, turns him back to face her. “We’re only going to do this if you want to.”

Daichi settles a little more, then. Meets her eyes and sees the same look he had gotten used to at one point in time. Sees the gentle and bright and warm feel of it all. His hands finally settle on her waist, then, firmer than it had been back in high school, back before she’d really grown into herself and who she was and what she wanted. He nods, once, calmer, giving her a reassuring smile, and just as he opens his mouth to answer her she leans up on her toes to kiss him.

He remembers what this felt like before - when they were young and inexperienced. Remembers how long it took before they weren’t laughing every time they tried to kiss, before he knew where to put his hands and she knew how to tilt her chin. This time, it’s different, only because it lacks that familiar air of uncertainty, but Daichi doesn’t mind. Michimiya leans in, and she’s warm, hot, as she licks back between his teeth.

It has been a while since he did something like this, even longer since it was with her, and he finds himself needing more time just to keep up then really taking charge. By the time he feels like he can start to match, to kiss back Michimiya is pulling away and the glint in her eye sends shivers down his back.

He decides that maybe letting her keep that control won’t be so bad.

She pulls him back and sits him on the bed, kissing him once more before she turns back to Shimizu. Daichi doesn’t know how long it was they were kissing, but he knows Shimizu was watching. Michimiya steps over to her girlfriend and sets her hands on each side of her cheeks, pressing her forehead against Shimizu’s and muttering something. The moment suddenly feels more intimate, and Daichi feels almost as though he is an unwanted visitor, before Michimiya leans in to kiss her.

There’s something different about watching a couple kiss- when it’s out in public, Daichi tends to feel more awkward than anything, the display of affection cute but not necessary. Watching them here, in the confines of their own bedroom, he feels something hot curl in his gut. It’s mesmerizing, watching them move in sync, hearing the soft noises he’s sure they’ve become accustomed to.

They’re both beautiful, and he’s a bit taken aback by it. Right up until, a few moments later, Michimiya breaks that kiss and turns to look at him. She smiles, but it’s a smile Daichi knows all too well, a smile that has him hesitating, for just a moment, before she reaches out her hand.

“Daichi- come here.”

He stands, and makes his way over to them (just a couple of steps, but for whatever reason it takes much longer, like walking through water) just as she turns Shimizu to face him, setting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. The smile is still there, but Daichi’s attention turns to Shimizu, who still seems a bit nervous, but warming up. He gives her a smile of her own, which seems to work in relaxing her a little more. “Now you two.” Michimiya says, looking up from Shimizu’s shoulder to Daichi, and it makes a little more sense.

A red tint spreads out over Shimizu’s cheeks, and Daichi feels the same happen to him, but he chuckles softly - they’re actually doing it, this is actually happening - as he leans in to brush his lips against her’s, waits for her to respond before continuing.

Shimizu sighs, softly, before leaning more into it. Daichi feels her hands rest on his chest, her body lean in to his, and he takes it as the permission he was looking for.

Kissing Shimizu is different - because it’s not as though Daichi hasn’t thought about it before. Back in high school, before and after his relationship with Michimiya, he wondered what Shimizu would kiss like. Wondered what, when she finally decided she wanted to date someone, her reactions would be. It’s different, because he’s thought about it, thought about her shy mannerisms and her nervous tendencies, but now? Now she kisses him with a kind of confidence he hadn’t expected. She doesn’t push up against him, like Michimiya, but she doesn’t fall away from him either. A solid, but soft, pressure against his lips.

They kiss, and Daichi loses himself in it, kisses Shimizu like he can’t kiss Michimiya with their familiar ways and understanding of each other. Shimizu moans, soft and breathy into his mouth, and Daichi responds. Reaches out with his hands to settle them on her lips.

A few moments later Shimizu breaks the kiss, tilting her head back in another breathy moan, and Daichi’s eyes widen when he realizes it is Michimiya’s hands that are moving under Shimizu’s shirt, massaging her breasts through her bra, and the thought alone has his neck getting hot. He doesn’t notice that he’s pulling back until he feels a hand bunch in his shirt, pull him foreward, Shimizu’s eyes heavy and half-lidded, but determined.

“Sawamura-ku-”

“Just Daichi.” He talks over her, leaning back to kiss her again. “Please.”

Shimizu smiles, nods, but then gasps and lets her body fall back against Michimiya’s. Daichi meets Michimiya’s eyes, a silent understanding of who to focus on for now, and how, before actually pulling back.

Just briefly, though. Enough to pull his shirt over his head the same moment Michimiya pulls Shimizu’s off. Daichi returns with his lips on Shimizu’s and his hands on her sides, her waist, as Michimiya lets go to take care of her own shirt, and then all at once, they were in sync.

Hands roamed over every inch of every body they could reach, Daichi remembers kissing Shimizu, then her neck, then finding Michimiya reaching out with a hand in his hair to pull him closer. They fall to the bed at some point, and Daichi finds himself spread out over the mattress, kissing Shimizu as his hands palm at her breasts, feeling Michimiya’s hands on his jeans before those too are gone.

When he takes a moment to breath, he notices that both girls have also shed their shorts and underwear, Shimizu’s bra is unhooked as the fabric hangs loosely over her shoulders. Michimiya is pulling her’s off, her hands on Shimizu’s chest, her breasts, then her neck, and Daichi just watches. Everything slows down for a bit, Shimizu and Michimiya enjoying the taste of each other’s mouth, and Daichi enjoying just how into each other they are, how obvious it is that their bodies have become accustomed to the touch of each other’s fingers. They’re up on their knees on the bed, Daichi having to look up from the bed to watch them, but the view is incredible and he’s finding it hard to breathe when Michimiya gasps into Shimizu’s mouth.

He reaches out, sets his hand on the inside of Shimizu’s thigh, and tries to ignore the tightness of his own erection still inside his boxers. Ignores it in favor of the heat that travels down his chest while he’s watching them. Their kissing slows, their breathing loud, before Michimiya finally breaks the kiss to look down at Daichi and smile again.

“Kiyo.” Her eyes were darker, Daichi notices, than he’s ever seen them before. A kind of lust they hadn’t been ready for back in high school. He shifts, wanting to sit up, but something in the way her eyes dart back to him before they return to Shimizu make him stop. “I want to watch him.”

Daichi is sure both his and Shimizu’s heart stop. Michimiya smiles, kisses Shimizu’s brow, then her cheek, then her neck. “I want him to eat you out. Please?”

There’s a pause in the air, where Daichi feels hot but on hold all at once. He’s waiting for Shimizu’s reaction, waiting to see if she’d rather not, but Shimizu nods and Daichi, god, he feels that heat take over. Michimiya situates them, helps Shimizu step over and settle back on her knees, and Daichi swallows.

The smell is what he notices, first. Something warm and strong and new. He leans up, realizes that by the end of this his neck will most likely be sore and he won’t care at all, and licks a stripe along her, feels her shudder over him, around him, and after a breath Daichi leans back up into it. With his eyes closed, he’s more dependent on the sounds around him to know what’s happening - hears Shimizu moan his name a few times before, what he assumes is Michimiya kissing her, cuts her off. He feels her shudder with each breath, feels her body tense around him, but he continues with his tongue. Sucking along the skin that he can reach, one hand reaching up to press into her with his tongue, and the other elbow holding him up.

He barely is able to keep track of Michimiya, up until he feels her hands tug off his boxers. Feels her fingers wrap around him and stroke three, four, five times. He’s hard, closing on painful, and he feels himself groan up into the folds of Shimizu’s clit - in turn, making her moan from the vibration of it.

It’s not until he feels a condom being wrapped around him that he starts to put together where her brain is headed, hears her talking to him about something, words garbled around the pressure of her fingers and the tightness in his head, his gut.

When she sits down over him, he just about sees stars, falling back down on the bed to catch his breath. He does hear Michimiya laugh, then. Looks out through Shimizu’s spread legs to see Michimiya grinning at him, her knees spread over his waist and one hand behind her for balance. “Don’t stop, Daichi. She’s almost there.” And he remembers Shimizu, feels her thighs trembling around his head.

He just catches Michimiya reaching out to Shimizu as he leans back up, feels them lean towards each other and images what they must look like - lips interlocked, bodies hot, as Michimiya starts a rhythm down on him and he returns to Shimizu, to the heat and sex and smell that threatens to overwhelm him. He gives in, after a particular moan from above him, something close to a whine and a groan and something else entirely. Gives in completely, letting his saliva and her fluid travel down his neck.

Time passes, but he could be assed to know how much, too lost in the sounds and taste and smells. To lost on the warmth of Michimiya around him, falling and rising again and again, his own hips arching up to meet her, to help. He can feels Shimizu start to twitch and tighten around him just as soon as he feels close himself, getting closer and closer to that edge.

Shimizu jerks, and Daichi feels the tightness in his gut crescendo, so he lets go - the sounds of three separate orgasms following each other so closely, it might as well have been timed.

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[ennoshita]

no major content warning, 550 wc.

Shoulders bumping in a busy lecture hall—that’s how they come together. There are no sparks, no slow motion film sequences; there is nothing beyond Daichi glancing up from the floor, apologetic smile on his lips before slipping by, away.

(“Sorry,” he says.

“It’s fine,” he replies.)

It is not the thought that consumes him. Daichi stretches his back, tries in vain to force the generic dormitory desk chair to be more comfortable. His eyes are aching, strained from the dark. The desk lamp keeps flickering and he can just barely make out the sound of Suga shifting in his sleep.

They come and go, the thoughts, the reminders, the jagged pieces of that memory. He will be writing, will be gripping his pencil carefully, because in the first grade his teacher makes him sit in the corner for holding his pencil with his fist; he will be writing, will be squinting at notes he can barely decipher and then he will think.

He will think of shoulders bumping in a busy lecture hall, of a face he can hardly identify, of everything futile and pointless and not worth his time or energy.

And he will remind himself that he has better things to do than linger on the three second interaction he had with a stranger but Daichi is remarkably well-versed in the art of deceiving himself.

-

Eyes meeting in the hustle and bustle of a cramped classroom—that’s how they come together. There is nothing outside of that, outside of him looking up and Iwaizumi looking down. They speak, and Iwaizumi has already forgotten them. He just remembers there were three and for some reason, that’s important.

Oikawa laughs the first time he trips on the treadmill, caught in his own thoughts and tempted by his own negligence. He sees a figure in the distance thinks it might be familiar. He remembers the figure is not supposed to be familiar. And then he stumbles, physically, mentally—he stumbles.

When he fills his ears with manmade white noise and curls up in the innermost corner of the library he thinks about eyes that smiled and shoulders that could carry the world.

He isn’t familiar with this, and if he’s honest, he doesn’t really know what this entails. All he knows is a stranger, nameless and nearly faceless too, just wordless syllables at the back of his mind. Iwaizumi thinks about threads wrapped around his fingertip from the frayed ends of his t-shirt and he thinks about snapping them, tugging them, testing every which way of pressure to see where the midpoint is. He would like to see where he’s supposed to be standing and,

And,

He would like to see if he can see a stranger, nameless and nearly faceless too, from where he stands today and then tomorrow.

-

Fingers tangling in a forgotten hallway—that’s how they come together.

Iwaizumi kisses the hollow of Daichi’s jaw and counts them, counts the number of times he feels Daichi’s pulse through his lips (he counts one for each day they spent wandering apart). He could whisper three things, three words, maybe reenact that first scene—blank but full—but he doesn’t.

“You’re surprisingly affectionate today,” Daichi says teasingly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi replies with a faint smile. “Don’t complain.”

"I don't complain."

That's what I like about you, Iwaizumi does not say aloud. Because if he's being as honest as possible, there's no way to limit it to just that.

FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[bezukhovs]

warning for: blood, knives, mentions of guns & swearing | 737 words

this was literally just me reading this prompt and screaming my way through a fill. hi i love your prompts (you know this, haha) hope you like it!
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The living arrangement starts unceremoniously, like most things concerning Kuroo.

Oikawa's apartment isn't large by any stretch of the imagination, but it's big enough to house an extra person; slow bleeding knife wounds and all. When a job goes bad it goes bad and their first mission working together goes as bad as it gets. When Kuroo needed a safe place to lay low until he recovered, Oikawa had offered up his apartment in a show of kindness he usually reserved for his closest friends only.

And, somehow, it had stuck.

--

Oikawa keeps a knife in his bedside drawer; thin and razor sharp, nothing like the mundane knives kept in the kitchen on the floor below. This one's not for gutting fish or cutting bread though, Kuroo knows this. He knows this firsthand: the same way he knows how steady Oikawa's hands are wrapped around that knife's handle, the same way he knows the curve of his snarl, his smile, his spine.

Kuroo keeps a gun under the sink and one in the glove box of his car. He calls them insurance, fires off a wink when he talks about them, as if they're toys, as if he doesn't keep them loaded and cleaned.

Extortion is a dangerous game, after all, and both of them have been playing too long to let themselves get caught now.

--

"You know you have a leak, so i don't know why you're insisting that it isn't him without any proof to the contrary." Iwaizumi's voice crackles through the receiver. Oikawa knows he's driving, figures he's probably going through a tunnel or something.

He wedges the phone against his ear with his shoulder, hands currently occupied with counting out the money spread across his bedsheets in piles; three months worth of work that needs organised and packed up before its moved on to another location. One less domestic than the back of his clothes closet.

"Because we've been working together for longer than the leaks," Oikawa says, almost absentmindedly, tongue poking out pink from the corner of his mouth in concentration. He can hear Iwaizumi's answering snort, and only the fading bruises on his arm from the last time he tried that shit with Iwaizumi keeps him from hanging up there and then.

"Just because you're fucking him doesn't mean you fucking trust him."

Oikawa pauses, drops the bills he'd been smoothing out between his palms, reaches up a hand to the receiver.

"Kuroo isn't the leak." He hears Iwaizumi's intake of breath and cuts him off before he can make a retort. "But i swear to god if he is, i'll take care of him myself."

There's no answer save for the click of the phone line going dead.

--

Kuroo knows how steady Oikawa's hands are around the handle of the knife he keeps in his bedside drawer. He tries not to look too startled when Oikawa shoves him against the wall of the downstairs hallway, presses that knife in close to the pale skin of his throat. Kuroo has a few centimetres of height on him, even a couple of pounds of weight, but Oikawa's always been the stronger of the two.

"Good evening to you too," Kuroo manages around the press of metal against his throat. Oikawa's eyes are sharp, expression unreadable save for the twitch at the corner of his mouth at Kuroo's greeting.

"Do you know what this is about?" Oikawa asks, voice low, hands never faltering.

Kuroo's eyes narrow, his smile splits his face, sharper than the knife at his throat. "If this is your way of spicing things up in the bedroom..."

Oikawa's mouth twitches again, his expression softens minutely. There's a soft spot in him with the dimensions of Kuroo's smile, but one he knows he'd burn out of himself before letting someone fuck him over.

"I'm serious," he says, pressing forward until red beads around the knife, until he feels Kuroo shiver like a leaf let loose in the breeze. "I'm dead serious, baby."

The endearment manages to sound more threatening than anything else, but even so Kuroo's smile doesn't slip.

"I know you are, sweetheart."

When Oikawa drops the knife, runs his thumb across the new thin red line running perpendicular to the column of Kuroo's neck, Kuroo laughs like burning. When Oikawa fists his hands in his hair and pulls him down for a kiss, Kuroo keeps laughing.

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, E 2/2

[daichiis]

He doesn’t black out, he knows that much, but he does lose all track of everything in those following moments. Doesn’t know why, but comes to with Shimizu tucked against one side of him, matching him in an attempt to regain some kind of control over the oxygen in his lungs. He blinks his eyes open to find Michimiya with a wet towel, cleaning them both off before tossing it off somewhere near the bathroom, before settling on the other side of Kiyoko.

Daichi turns, letting Shimizu’s body shift back against his chest and his arm fall over her waist. He turns, and catches eyes with Michimiya, who has settled her head on the pillow at his eye level, right over Shimizu’s head. She smiles, and he smiles back, watching as she lifts her head just enough to reach forward and kiss him.

He wonders if she can taste her girlfriend on his tongue, but the thought starts to make him feel a bit too warm all at once, so he pushes it away. He knows she can’t read his mind, but the grin she has when she pulls away makes him question that fact. Just for a moment.

“That was nice.” She says, as she settles back down against the pillow. Shimizu makes a noise, something like a content hum, her fingers intertwined with Michimiya’s hand against the bed. Daichi chuckles softly, tiredly, as he lets that heaviness creep up his legs.

“Yeah.” He agrees, liking the way the bed smells like both of them. All three of them. He blinks and sees Michimiya watching him. “Really nice.”

She laughs as well, before reaching out with her free hand to run her fingers through his damp hair. “Sleep.”

So he does.