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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

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SCORING

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First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
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Oh my god, I just realised you write the ywpd/tkg crossover WHICH I LOVE SO MUCH, thank you for your comment, I'm so <3

midotaka hurting me so good though, thank you ;A;

I'm not even silently screaming, I'm actually making loud vocalizations of joy <3

kisumi shigino/kuroo tetsuro, free! eternal summer & haikyuu!

But I didn’t regret it. I never regretted it, not for one second. How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don’t. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember it.

Jenny Han, It’s Not Summer Without You

scREMA

Major Content Warnings: Sexual Content, Bodily Fluids (blood)

602 words (sorry for the smut)

“More.” Oikawa’s voice was a whimper, a dragging pitiful sound and Ushijima wanted to rip out his throat with his teeth. Instead he slammed in harder, as deep as he could reach, and his fingers dug into Oikawa’s hips. He wanted to ask, what more could you want? I’ve given you everything, but instead he bent and clenched his teeth at the side of Oikawa’s neck.

He bit down and Oikawa’s whimper turned to a scream. He was bucking up against him, meeting every thrust with equal enthusiasm and Ushijima wanted to fuck him until he couldn’t move.

“Be quiet.” He heard himself grunt, and Oikawa bit his lip. He seemed eager to listen, if only now, if only when he was spread wide and vulnerable beneath Ushijima. He told himself Oikawa needed to be quiet or they’d get caught, someone would hear them, walk in, discover this and the only things left would be fear and shame and the tingling aftershocks of a quick orgasm. He told himself that he only asked him to be quiet because of that, and not because the sound of Oikawa’s voice sent shocks through his veins and he felt it in his spine, in his wrists, in his cock and he wouldn’t be able to give Oikawa all the pleasure he deserved if he came too soon.

Oikawa was panting again, no longer biting his lip, and as Ushijima pressed into him again he knew it was only a matter of time before he was begging. Oikawa would beg and Ushijima would give him all of it. They didn't strike a bargain, but maybe this was a favor, maybe it was what they both needed, a violent compromise promised in blood and teeth and scratching fingernails.

"Come on," Oikawa said, "you can do better than that." That taunting lilt, hardly diminished by the sweaty flush of his cheeks and how his hair skewed across his forehead, still made Ushijima's blood boil and he leaned down again, this time latching on to a nipple and biting until he tasted copper in his mouth. He lapped up sweat and blood alike and Oikawa squirmed and his whines raised in pitch until he was nearly screaming again.

Ushijima slapped a large hand over Oikawa's mouth, and Oikawa bit down on the palm of his hand. He leaned up just enough, bracing himself with his knees and driving in with excruciating slowness, leveraging himself with Oikawa's face, and pressed a finger of his free hand against Oikawa's asshole, He spread him wider, and with his dick already inside the hole was tight and he was sure it was painful. He pressed a second finger and held them in while he thrust again, pushing and pulling against the hot pressure of Oikawa's ass and his own fingers.

He felt it coming, the clenching around him, the irritating twist of Oikawa's hips, and he knew he was going to come without even being touched. Oikawa pulled a hand towards himself, desperate to bring himself to completion, but Ushijima took the hand from Oikawa's mouth and slapped it away. He gripped tight at the base of Oikawa's cock but didn't stroke it.

He did nothing but pound inexorably into him and watch while Oikawa writhed, torn between pain and the denial of pleasure. Soon it was too much.

"Please, let me come, Ushiwaka, let me come, you bastard."

Ushijima just curled up the fingers in his ass, pressing against the already stimulated prostate and he leaned in until his breath could be felt on Oikawa's face.

"No. You're not in charge here."

Edited ((spelling errors/typoes)) 2015-05-31 22:55 (UTC)

Implied sexual content
Word count: 965
((these goddamn dorks.))

For all the good he was, Sugawara Koushi could not be timely to save his life.

This took Daichi by surprise, seeing as Koushi was always the one harping on their teammates to get to practice early in the morning, or to make sure they were on the bus that would take them to their game match or else they'd be left behind. But, as the dynamics of their romantic relationship panned out, Daichi soon discovered that volleyball was the only thing for which Koushi could be on time.

He'd been waiting around at the front of the diner for a solid twenty minutes before he spotted Koushi running around the corner, waving to him with flushed cheeks and sweat on his forehead. From how well put-together his outfit was, though, Daichi didn't think it was just because he'd lost track of time.

"Sorry, sorry!" Koushi apologized, wrapping his arms around Daichi in a tight hug. "I got held up because my mother called." Daichi felt like calling him on his bluff just to tease him, but Koushi kissed his cheek and the thought fled his mind. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Only around five minutes." He wrapped his arm around Koushi's shoulders and led him up the stairs to the front door. "Did you have enough time to start thinking about what you want to eat?"
"Stop teasing, you're barely any better."

The hostess greeted them and sat them down at a booth in the far corner of the diner. Daichi liked this spot best: they were right next to the big windows that looked out upon the busy intersection, and no one else was around for at least a couple of tables. They could talk about the things they liked without fear of judgment from the prissy old couples that always managed to worm their way into their conversations. So what if Daichi thought dinnertime was a good time for a debate over whether cherry-flavored or grape-flavored condoms tasted worse? Koushi didn't mind, so that's all that mattered.

Daichi eyed the menu as Koushi opened it on the breakfast page. "We're getting dinner."
"I know that," Koushi replied, aiming him a pointed look. "But sometimes they have omelets that make for good dinners."
"Koushi." Daichi leaned over and flipped the menu to the back two pages. "I'm trying to make our lives easier. Also, I have plans for later that don't include hanging out at a diner all night."
"Oh?" Koushi crooned, leaning his chin in his hand. "Do tell."
"That's all you need to know." Daichi crossed one leg over the other under the table and flipped through his menu. "Just that I have plans. For later."
"Now you've got me curious, though." Koushi grinned. "Can you give me a hint?"
Daichi considered the idea. "If you can order a drink and an appetizer in less than half an hour, I'll give you a hint."

Twenty-eight minutes later, Koushi decided on an iced tea and a plate of chicken wings to start. Their waiter could tell already that they were going to take a long time. This was why Daichi always brought extra cash so he could tip at least 20%. They got their drinks soon thereafter, and Daichi took a long sip of his cola.

"So, that hint."
Daichi continued to sip his drink.
"Honey, the hint. I didn't make an impulsive decision to get wings for nothing."
Daichi looked up at Koushi, not taking his lips from around the straw.
"You're not even sipping anymore." Koushi's grin widened as he laughed. "Is it something sexy?"
"... Yes."
"Oh." Koushi leaned in and traced circles into the back of Daichi's hand. He propped up his leg so he could rub Daichi's ankle under the table. "What kind of sexy?"
"Sorry, out of hints. If you order your entrée when the appetizer gets here, then I'll give you your other hint."
"Oh, c'mon."
Daichi chuckled. "I gotta find some way that'll get you to order faster."
Koushi gave him a light kick in the shin. "What an underhanded tactic. I ought to just leave after we eat so you have to go home alone."
"But you won't." Daichi stirred his straw in his cup. "So, how was work?"

Fifteen minutes later, the wings arrived. Koushi struggled with the menu as Daichi looked on with this shit-eating grin that he knew drove Koushi nuts. Then the waiter offered to read out the specials for the night. Daichi could've slapped him.
"We have clam chowder, futomaki with spicy mayonnaise..."
"Oh, that sounds good," Koushi said, accentuating every vowel to grate on Daichi's nerves. "Keep going, though."
"There's also a corn and bean salad with grilled chicken, seared tuna steak..."
Daichi sighed and put a few chicken wings on his plate. This was going to take another twenty minutes, he was sure.

Koushi didn't get anything from the specials; rather, he got a tuna salad sandwich. When the plate finally came – an hour and a half after they first came in, since Koushi had to "deliberate" for an additional twenty-five minutes after the waiter's second visit – Daichi covered his mouth with his hand and looked on with feigned interest.
"What?" Koushi asked, as if he had to.
"Nothing," Daichi laughed, "I just love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich."
Koushi hushed him. "And you got eggs Benedict, you hypocrite." He took out the toothpick in his sandwich and bit into it. "Can I still get that hint, since we're eating now?"
Daichi considered the idea. "Sure." He averted his gaze and tried to cover his eyes with his hand. "It involves rope."
Koushi nearly choked on his tuna salad.
"Oh my god."

yOOOO THIS IS GOOD? that was really good wow

NSFW Sexual content and mentions of alcohol, 405 words

It started as all the most important things in life do, without you realizing it. You met, shook hands, and never said a word to each other from the other side of the net.

This happens two more times, this time on a public court in front of an audience. Both times were hallmarked with tears. The first time from you, the second time from him (or so you've been told). The third time you meet you shake hands and stay on the same side of the net. You stay there. For two months you stay on the same side of the net, the only setter in your year, setting to the best wing spiker in your year, before you find yourself falling into the same bottle of cheap tequila.

That night you find yourself falling into the same bed as well.

Strong arms had bracketed you as Iwaizumi had moaned into the side of your neck. You remember how he felt inside you -how he felt around you- every night since then, and once a week you relive it. It's wonderful. As a friend and a bed partner, Iwaizumi Hajime is strong, giving and endearingly gruff. More than once he's made you laugh within his embrace, gasps of amusement mixed with gasps of pleasure.

He's burrowed under your sheets next to you, his chest rising and falling in a deep sleep. You smile fondly down at him, remembering the scrunched up look on his face when you chuckled at him earlier that night.

"Oh c'mon." He'd mumbled, his hips rotating against your ass, enjoying the playful teasing more than he'd ever acknowledge, "give a guy a break."

Your hand drifts to his face, your thumb brushing across his cheek, chasing the strip of moonlight cast from between the blinds to where it ends at his bruised lips. His eyebrows, furrowed before, relax under your touch and your heart swells.

This is the moment you wait for every night after he drifts into sleep, and it's just you and the bruises he sucked onto your body awake next to him, so much love in the room that it hurts. Each time is filed away like a snapshot in your mind, a frozen moment of perfection, of bliss. He mumbles something the first time you did this, that tequila-soaked first night, and he does it now, as always.

You still let him say the wrong name.

Edited 2015-05-31 22:55 (UTC)

I JUST SNORTED BEER OUT OF MY NOSE, FUCK

BRB saved the new link to this posting of the prompt because I need to set us both on fire, see you in hell later this week Doxy.

I love this fill so much and -spits drink- omg you're such a better writer than me don't read my ghoul trash XD <333!!

Nnnnnnno this is precious, your adorable small Mihashi makes my heart do a little thing. ;;;;

Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi/Michimiya Yui

"I'd do it for you. If you asked, I'd do it. I would raise an army larger than any in recorded history. An army of bones that would never falter, never die. I would raze cities, collapse the earth underneath them. I know I can do it, I have the power. I would make you the most powerful person on earth, if you wanted." - Kiss a Boy in Tokyo Town, kaikamahine

THANK YOU :) i was pretty scared that doing poetry on saso wouldn't get very good reception. I'm glad you liked it!

IM DYING LAURA

God bless you, Doxian.

I totally saw the one you stole this from and I am so glad.

I ALREADY DIED SO.
YEAH.
now you've seen my smut. We've come so far in our brief friendship

nsfw, some violence, some breathplay; 412 words. sorry for typos!

—

oikawa's fingers curl deep into the collar of ushijima's uniform, tugs him closer as they hide in empty spaces, empty places where no one can ever find them. ushijima stumbles forward as he always does, silent and pliant, before oikawa pulls them both into a searing kiss of bruised lips and clashing teeth. oikawa shoves his tongue into ushijima's mouth before ushijima even has a chance to properly respond, lets him have everything he has to offer; ushijima learns emotions from the taste of oikawa's mouth (danger, envy, anger), the mint he was chewing earlier, the drops of sweat that manage to slip in.

ushijima's hands travel—like they always do, always. when oikawa hisses a no, ushijima stops and watches as oikawa's tongue grazes his top lip. oikawa pushes him back and he stumbles backwards until he collides with the lockers behind them, but his silence seems to spark something within oikawa, has oikawa pressing up against him until the two of them are practically melded together despite their clothes. ushijima sucks a sharp breath in and tilts his head to the side as oikawa leans into the curve of his neck, teeth sinking into the flesh; a hiss leaves ushijima's lips and that gets a jolt out of oikawa, has his hands sneaking under ushijima's jersey.

he wants to know those hands better, controlled setter hands he's admired for so long, rough and callused and abused from endless days of volleyball and that damned useless pride of oikawa's. ushijima grips oikawa's hips and presses his own into them and oikawa falters just for a moment, teeth leaving behind an ugly mark that ushijima knows he will have in the morning.

oikawa grips his shoulders hard, fingertips pressing deep into his skin as they meet gazes—oikawa's eyes are set aflame, a smoldering amber determined to burn him down (and he'll take oikawa with him, ushijima thinks, every time). thin fingers grip the back of ushijima's head and he's pulled forward to meet oikawa's lips once again, but he takes it this time, presses fingers hard enough into oikawa's hips to leave bruises to remind him that he's not the one winning here. both their lips part and their breaths melt into one another, oikawa then leaning in with a hand curled even tighter in ushijima's hair and the other around his throat.

i want to ruin you, oikawa hisses, and ushijima can taste the blood between his teeth, like you have ruined me.

Edited 2015-05-31 23:07 (UTC)

YOU ARE WELCOME. WE WILL CURL AROUND IT TOGETHER.

kuroo tetsuro/yamazaki sousuke, haikyuu!! & free! eternal summer

every soul is a mystery, a puzzle box of hopes and wants and dreams, and all the pretty little pieces of the vast illusion we create to shield our inner selves. in the end, the colors run and bleed together, and finally fade into the dust. but the evidence remains; captured images and writing and the like.

and so, who is more real, more permanent? the one who gazes into the mirror, or the reflection locked inside?

Devon Pearse, A Lighter Shade of Gray

i feel like this didn't necessarily have to be an actual hsm au but like. then it happened and who am i to stop myself from making terrible decisions

mild warnings for language!
1300 wc. because i make terrible decisions
((balls bouncing rhythmically))

“Think about it,” Aomine’s strategically declared “basketball best friend,” Kagami Taiga, begins. “You’re basically standing right between two very clearly drawn out paths and you, you just have to pick one, man. It’s like ripping off a fresh piece of athletic tape.”

Both of them grimace.

Kagami Taiga is, despite how angry his default expression is, the closest thing Aomine has to a level-headed confidant. There aren’t many people on the basketball team, let alone in their high school, that are willing to sit with Aomine in a nearly empty classroom to guide him through his spiritual troubles (re: romance).

“You just have to get your head in the game,” Kagami says, clapping his hand on Aomine’s shoulder and physically turning him so Aomine cannot escape Kagami’s angry forked eyebrows. “Think about it this way. Do you want to spend your life waking up to Kise Ryouta singing Broadway show tunes in the shower? Or do you want to spend your life being chased by paparazzi on the streets because you’re the MVP of the Los Angeles Lakers?”

“I hate the Lakers.”

Kagami stares at him before looking away, gaze angled downward in what Aomine thinks might be pure disappointment. “No wonder you’re getting involved with the wrong crowd. You were never right in the head to start. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oi,” Aomine says stiffly. “Focus, idiot.”

The disgruntled expression on Kagami’s face defies all reason and becomes even more disgruntled. “It’s not a difficult decision, idiot. You’re a basketball player. You can’t give up your basketballs for theate—”

The door to the classroom opens abruptly and none other than Kise Ryouta is standing in the entryway, looking positively unapologetic about barging in on what Aomine thinks is probably very obviously a private conversation.

“Oh,” Kise says in one breathless sigh. “I thought—I thought Takeuchi-sensei might be here,” he explains with a faint laugh, finished off with a blinding smile that Aomine wants to punch off of his face.

Kise Ryouta is none other than the golden new kid in town. He’s a face everyone already knew prior to his fresh start at their school, recognizable from magazines, from one-episode arcs on now-cancelled daytime soap operas—every drama teacher’s dream (and hence, Taekuchi-sensei’s new favorite student). He’s all of these things while also being the most infuriating presence Aomine has ever had the pleasure of wanting to erase from his life eternally.

“He isn’t here,” Kagami says flatly. He reads the anguish on Aomine’s face and then looks back to Kise, who’s leaning against the doorway, arms crossed against his chest. Kagami Taiga, for all he is dense and actually terrible when it comes to spiritual guidance, is hardly a complete idiot. He rises from his seat with a flourish and clears his throat. “Looks like I have to…wipe some basketballs.”

As he scurries out and Kise wiggles his fingers at him in an annoying farewell, Aomine begins to count the sins he’s committed in his life. At age ten, he remembers ruining Satsuki’s favorite book by “accidentally” using it to save his gum collection in. At age eleven, he remembers ruining Satsuki’s hair by trying to give her a haircut after finding a new place to save his gum collection in. At age twelve—

“Aominecchi,” Kise says, pout evident in his tone alone as he snaps Aomine free from his reverie so the only thing he can really focus on is the fact that Kise is in the desk right next to him, arm propped against the surface with his chin cradled in his hand, golden eyes burning holes right through Aomine’s head.

Dumb nickname, he thinks weakly to himself. There’s no fucking way he’s done anything to warrant this torture.

“Have you considered it?” Kise asks.

“Considered what,” Aomine grumbles back even though he Knows and he Knows that Kise Knows which is probably the worst combination of Knowing ever to exist in Aomine’s futile sixteen years of living.

The pout on Kise’s face grows, lower lip jutting out as he idly kicks Aomine’s shoe (his goddamn favorite pair of Jordans, so fuck you, Kise). Aomine tries to remind himself that he hates pretty boys who know they’re good at everything possible. He tries to remind himself that Kise Ryouta is the picture next to Aomine’s definition of his least favorite type of person. He tries—and he tries in vain—to remind himself that it’s totally, incredibly, wildly unacceptable for him to be contemplating whether Kise’s kisses might taste as sweet as they look and oh, fuck.

“Takeuchi-sensei said our chemistry was off-the-walls! He doesn’t compliment people lightly, you know? So it must mean something. I think—I think it must have been fate! Must have been fate for you to walk in the auditorium that day, at that hour, at—”

How fucking uncool would it be if Kise figured out that the only reason why Aomine stumbled into the auditorium and that day and that hour was because Tetsu happened to be kind enough to divulge that that was where Kise spent his lunch periods. It’s not his fault, in retrospect (or maybe it totally is), that that day and that hour also happened to be auditions for their [Takeuchi-sensei voice] Spring Musicaaaale.

“—are you even listening, Aominecchi?!”

“No,” Aomine says very honestly, suddenly feeling very troubled by how real the concept of self-retribution feels. “Quit calling me that. What kind of a stupid nickname is that anyway?”

Kise sighs.

“And I don’t want to be in your stupid musical so—”

“There’s only one thing stupid between the two of us and that’s you, stuuu~~uupid.” The expression on Kise’s face is positively sullen as he purses his lips together, gaze darting from Aomine’s face to the chalkboard up ahead. “What’s so great about basketball anyway? The uniforms are horrendous.”

“You’re horrendous,” Aomine lies. “The most horrendous.” The least horrendous, probably. The least horrendous, least offensive thing Aomine’s seen his entire life—which is saying a lot, because he’s accidentally seen a lot of things in magazines he technically doesn’t have according to what his mother thinks.

“You’re lying and I can prove it,” Kise says instead of getting offended like he might have any other day. He’s looking at Aomine again, gaze lowered so he’s hardly smiling, just piercing Aomine’s heart and soul with what he’s terrified is a knowing expression. “Just do the callbacks with me, Aominecchi. I just absolutely cannot let Midorimacchi win this leading role. He’s been singing flat all year and the people need my help.”

“Why the fuck would I,” Aomine states, more than inquires, trying his best to look steely and uninterested in the fact that he was most definitely thinking about reaching out to touch Kise’s impossibly golden hair just now.

“Because?”

“Yeah, not convince—”

His words fall short, much like his oxygen supply because before he can finish what he wanted to say, none other than Actual Satan Kise Ryouta is on his feet, torso bent so his face is hovering right in front of Aomine’s, lips only centimeters apart. And really, fuck Kagami for being the worst “basketball best friend” ever and leaving Aomine in this kind of situation because he thinks he might tangibly feel all of his chill leaving him.

“Because,” Kise says slowly, steadily, shifting so his lips are just a half a centimeter away from the lobe of Aomine’s ear, “it might be worth it.”

He is gone as quickly as he came, with that annoyingly twinkly laugh of his lingering in the air as Aomine tries to contemplate what three-digit number to call when it feels like he might actually die.

Aomine Daiki is super cool so fuck the haters who say otherwise but Jesus Christ, he’s starting to wonder if he ever had his head in the game to start.

“Worth it,” he repeats to himself dully, slumping in his seat and staring dully at the ceiling tiles. He will regret this, that much he knows, but he’s already fumbling with his phone to text Kise to ask when the hell callbacks are anyway.

Edited 2015-05-31 23:03 (UTC)

I'M SCREAMING! BEST!

SHRIEKING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS, I'm not positive how to come at this but it is screaming my name I will DO MY BEST.

*sobbing laughter into hands* that quote. this pairing. incredible.

Edited 2015-05-31 23:05 (UTC)

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, M

Re: FILL: TEAM Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

Re: FILL: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE, RATING: G

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

FILL: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, RATING: Explicit

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, T

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

FILL: Team Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, M

no subject

no subject

Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, M

no subject

PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

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

Re: FILL: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, RATING: Explicit

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: FILL: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, RATING: Explicit

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E.

Re: FILL: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, RATING: G

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T (borderline g minus language!!)

Re: PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

no subject

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU