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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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First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
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Tadokoro Jin & Kinjou Shingo & Makishima Yuusuke, Yowamushi Pedal

"i got up at like 5am and made all these goddamn pancakes" - Dirk's Bro, wariofan63

This is what's going to happen.

Suga: Hi! I'm Koushi! *gestures to Daichi next to him* this is my husband--
- Us: OH MY GOD. SAY THAT AGAIN!

Suga: ...Koushi?
- Us: No, the other word.
Suga: H-husband?
- Us: SCREAMS

AND AHAHA, IT'S A SIGN! PRAISE THE DAISUGA

Edited 2015-06-02 01:52 (UTC)

NO BUT FOR REAL THAT'S HOW THAT WILL GO WITHOUT DOUBT [CLENCHES FIST]

manami sangaku/toudou jinpachi, yowamushi pedal

sorrynotsorry

i AM ACUALLY IGONG TO CRY????? ??? ? I--HT ANKY OU FOR IFLLING THIS SO BEAUTIFULLY NAD WONDERFULLY HOLY POOP

do you remember when you kissed me on the way home from class? Iwa-chan, you jerk, that was my first kiss. And I was yours
I'M BURNIng!!!!

ALSO YOU USED THE LINE, HE'S COMING BACK FOR EVEYRHTING I'M :')))))))))) flailing sry for this incoherency

I'm really happy you like it!

THIS PROMPT IS SO MUCH

FUCK HHHYOL YES HELLO I

Manami Sangaku & Midousuji Akira, Yowamushi Pedal

"I see in them traces of last year, but then they hadn't grown so strong, and their limbs were more like wires. Now they are cables, thick and alive with alien electricity." Going to Alaska, The Mountain Goats.

Edited 2015-06-02 02:26 (UTC)

Oh my god, no, no, thank you for letting me... go ahead with this. I'm glad you enjoyed it for what it is. :')

no warnings, 26 lines, 184 words

the prompt....rly got away from me im like 90% sure i misread it when i started this im so sorr asdf;laksjdf;lkj

its tiring, i think,
     that my feet are melded to earth core
        and im waiting for someone to save me, for me to drag my legs out, for anything but you
             (this is a lie)
and then there's you, (Tobio)
    more than the sun,
         than any singular star in these worlds
its tiring, i think,
    to look at you sometimes
         because i dont want to see you
             (but this is a lie too)
but i dream of you, constantly, (Tobio)
     you who are interstellar, you who are intrastellar, you who are extrastellar,
        you who are every stellar there is because you Are
its tiring, i think,
    that even though i cant see you at all,
         your hair, your hands, your being, your Everything
             is something i dont care about at all
                 (and this is a lie three)
i try to reach, and grab, and grip you, (Tobio)
     and it would break me to think that im so close and Yet,
         so i act like you're far away,
             so Very Far Away, that i have to Scream for you to hear me
its tiring, i think,
     that i dont need you
         (this is a lie four)

Edited (adding commentary) 2015-06-02 02:24 (UTC)

oh my god this is PERFECT for hana-chan!!!!

i was waiting for someone to post a prompt with a homestuck quote! lmao

Blood, slight injury to hands, and arachnophobia(???) Words: 721

(finally got home only to notice this already got a pretty amazing fill).

Shigehiro Ogiwara’s skin tingles every time he sees Kuroko. It isn’t the annoying kinda tingle, the one you get when your parent make you see the doctor even though you said you were fine, the creepy kind where you can feel spiders crawling across your skin (cause despite what other people said, Kuroko was the coolest.) Instead, it’s sorta like excitement?

He’s tried to explain it to his mom before, describe all that buzzing nervous energy, but all she did was talk and talk about how he was growing up and something about it being perfectly okay if he wanted to kiss boys, which was weird, because he didn’t say anything about kissing? Weird because why would he wanna waste time with kissing and stuff when he and Kuroko could be playing basketball?

It doesn’t hurt, though. At least not at first.

There are small pinpricks of pain when he and Kuroko talk about going to separate middle schools- far away ones where in addition to not attending classes together, they can’t see each other after school or on Sundays. He smiles through it all, doesn’t cry because Kuroko never would, and holds Kuroko’s hand tightly in his own, makes them join pinkies and promise they’ll play basketball against each other.

Later that day, Ogiwara buys himself a consultation popsicle (the kind dad always got him when he was feeling sad). He opens it carefully, folding the wrapper in his back pocket for his collage project. But when he brings his hand back, the first thing he notices it a streak of red, starting from his pinky. The bleeding hasn’t stopped, and for a few moments Ogiwara watches it drip onto his plain white treat, the colors mixing and forming all kinds of pictures.

He throws it away and walks back home.

His first year passes quickly. The tingling hasn’t stopped, he still feels it every time Kuroko sends him a message, feels his pinky throbbing as he slowly hunts down every letter, pressing down too hard on the keys.

(He’s wondered, more than once, why it never hurts like this during dribbling practice.)

Overall though, its fine. Ogiwara’s sure that he’ll be a regular next year and then, he and Kuroko can have their match.

He’s only half right. He manages to impress the seniors this time around, so much that they cheer for him and call him their ace, practices until they’re strong enough to make it to Nationals, but not strong enough to face Kuroko.

His pinky bleeds as he types out “sorry” in fifty different ways, stains the keys red as he hits backspace over and over again.

Next year, he promises. Next year, he’ll win and win and win.

Next year flutters in with the cherry blossoms, dragging a whole new class of allergy inflicted friends in its wake. Ogiwara trains ever harder this time, pushes himself until he’s ready to collapse. Kuroko’s team- the Generation of Miracles the magazines have been calling them are strong, he’ll have to give it everything he’s got (and more) to give them a decent match.

Saying and doing, however, are very different things. Kuroko gets hit in the head before their match, leaving their final match with his teammates.

It takes a while to reconcile these strangers with chilling eyes as the friends Kuroko spoke so fondly of, but Ogiwara grits his teeth and tries his best.

(They might not be Kuroko but Ogiwara’ll give them the game of their lives.)

Kuroko's eyes meet his across the court and everything turns quiet. Kuroko moves his lips soundlessly, puts far too much effort in that one action for any words to escape.

Later on, Ogiwara will remember how Kuroko's eyes still shone with kindness, how despite everything, they radiated warmth. But now, now anguish and betrayal fill up in his chest, torrent into a never ending stream of was he part of this?

Kuroko falls to knees, hands shaking. Everything shaking, shaking, shaking.

And Ogiwara thinks his own hands might be shaking too, skin mimicking Kuroko, curling in on itself, tearing itself apart, blood dripping on the polished wood floor, mixing in with his own sweat and tears.

He thinks, at least. Because, in that moment, Ogiwara couldn’t feel anything but his heart ripping apart.

Sousuke/Rin (Free!)

"Believe in the dick of the owner you believe." --Sakata Gintoki

I SAW, I READ, I ENJOYED.

Bait me with poly later though, pleeeeease, because I will do it.

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

"It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free baby
Oh how I want to be free
Oh how I want to break free" - "I Want To Break Free" - Queen

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka (Free!)

I said goodbye to someone that I love
It's not just me, I tell you it's the both of us
And it was hard like coming off the pill
That you take to stay happy

-Belle And Sebastian, If She Wants Me

Some separation angst after Rin leaves for Australia maybe?

Edited 2015-06-02 02:46 (UTC)

BINNI IM FUCKING CRYING THIS IS THE BEST PROMPT IVE EVER SEEN

no major content warnings

poem, 18 lines, i promise I'll stop filling your prompts with poetry, Isy.

I see the lines
that lead from my
hand to the ball, ball to the floor,
set, spike, yours, mine.

I always wondered
if you saw them too.

I can see the lines that lead
from me to you
and you to me
and I asked you just once.

It makes sense, I said;
lines that connect two points,
ball, court, you, me.

I thought I understood the words,
the no, the laugh,

but I still see our lines.
It makes sense, I know,
it feels wrong you aren’t here.

wow i love this?

no major content warnings!, 1100 wc.
well could i stop myself.... no

Dates are weird.

There's just something about his weekly outings with Iwaizumi that still seem mildly surreal at this point. Maybe it's the fact that—well, this is Iwaizumi Hajime, someone Hinata still has infrequent nightmares about ("Well, he's scary!") and Tanaka is still wildly suspicious of. It's not to say the weirdness of these dates are negative by any means. On the contrary, Ennoshita's pretty sure they're the complete opposite.

At least, that's what he's assuming the gears constantly turning in his head mean, essentially. He can't stop thinking when he's with Iwaizumi; he can't stop thinking about what to say, about what to do. He can hardly neutralize his expression when he catches Iwaizumi looking straight at him.

So, dates are weird. His repertoire of films and others affiliated works of cinematic art did leave him with a handful of romantic expectations. That, and Nishinoya's insistent daydreams about "dates with Kiyoko-san" have left Ennoshita wondering if the world's really supposed to stop when they first start holding hands, if the entire world starts spinning all too quickly when the first kiss happens.

A particularly loud crash from the front of the theater has him snapping back into reality. It's an action film today, something about intense car-racing and the interrelations of the racers. He hasn't been paying much attention, which is uncharacteristic of Ennoshita, of all people, who even shushes Tanaka during the bad movies. Iwaizumi is staring intently at the movie screen, to the left of him, hands curling over the edges of the armrests on both sides of him, gaze unyielding as another explosion (why are the cars exploding?) happens.

...Dates are weird, Ennoshita thinks idly to himself. They're sitting in a dark movie theater, nearly empty save for a scattered handful of people seated at the very front, completely silent and well, he's okay with it. He's okay with—this, doing essentially nothing because Ennoshita is hardly a romantic, but he thinks it might be because he just likes the ideas of being with. With.

"Are you bored?" Iwaizumi whispers, breath tickling Ennoshita's ear.

The symptoms of spending time with Iwaizumi Hajime are plentiful. During their first date, which was hardly a date and more Iwaizumi trying to shake off Oikawa (who was quite easy to spot in his terrible disguise) and Ennoshita trying to contemplate the many ways to make Tanaka and Nishinoya suffer (who were equally terribly disguised), he found himself (1) saying a lot of stupid things, (2) saying a lot of stupid things in sequence, and (3) laughing nervously while staring into space, possibly wishing himself into oblivion.

This is their second date, and Ennoshita has thus far experience (4) overthinking things, (5) drifting off into a distant, ethereal plane of existence while contemplating what to say, and (6) now, the rapid beating of his heart—something he hasn't felt in the natural progression of his every day save for during volleyball practice.

He thinks, very weakly, that if this were a script—if this were a silly, fluffy movie with lots of room and budget for scenes to make the heart rates of innocent people quicken, this would be the absolutely perfect time for their hands to tangle effortlessly.

"Ennoshita?"

He squeezes his hands into fists and settles them on his knees. "I'm fine," he says unconvincingly. "This is a fun movie. About... cars. Cars and their complexities."

Ennoshita Chikara, at the tender age of almost-seventeen, has no idea how to explain the trembling that starts in his fingertips. It's like his body, his brain are both reacting to something Ennoshita is not aware of himself.

And he turns to look at Iwaizumi, maybe in a muted sort of panic cloaked beneath his carefully constructed mask of lethargy, to say something along the lines of "I have to go lock myself in the bathroom," but Iwaizumi is already looking—looking at him, and the words slip from Ennoshita's tongue gracelessly.

He smiles faintly. "Are you okay, Iwaizumi-san?" he asks in spite of his own state. His mind is always working, gears always turning, shifting, and he wonders if it's obvious. Nishinoya has always commended him on his poker face after all.

Iwaizumi shakes his head and Ennoshita smiles again before turning to face the screen, fanning his hands out over his knee caps and contemplating how perfect it would be if the camera panned into a view of just their faces and Iwaizumi kissing him, just as the movie shifts from night to day so there's enough light to illuminate their expressions.

But films are hardly a reality and Ennoshita's perfectly content with the way his heart's thumping against his chest, reminding him that he's on a date, a very weird date, with someone he thinks he might like more than he intended.

There are more crashing noises, the sound of tires squealing. The noises are loud but they fade into almost nothing when he feels a hand on his shoulder, when he processes the sound of Iwaizumi shifting in his seat. And when he turns to address Iwaizumi, hopeful that he might have coherent words to say, those very words are taken from him. They're stolen away as Iwaizumi kisses him, sure and sweet.

When he pulls away, they linger, faces just centimeters away from one another before what just happened seems to process in Iwaizumi's mind as he reels back, embarrasses. He glances at Ennoshita and then at the screen before rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Sorry," Iwaizumi says stiffly. "I've been meaning to do that since the first explosion."

"It's fine," Ennoshita says a little too quickly in response, gaze darting from Iwaizumi's face to his hand, now resting on the armrest between them. His own hands are still shaking, tremors from the excitement, from the adrenaline rush still lingering at the very tips of his fingers.

It takes a second before he musters up the courage to reach out, to take Iwaizumi's hand in his, to lace their fingers together while trying to look purposeful.

Iwaizumi looks at him, eyebrow raised, amusement coloring his expression. Ennoshita clears his throat and tries to look indignant as he offers a faint smile and shrugs his shoulders.

"I think," he begins mildly, "that was a perfect time to kiss me."

A couple is reunited on screen and the audience at the very front hoots obnoxiously. Iwaizumi squeezes his hand, gaze glued to the front (perhaps to hide the fact that he can't quite suppress the smile on his lips).

Ennoshita faces the front as well and thinks to himself that dates...?

Dates are great.

Nishinoya Yuu/Yaku Morisuke (Haikyuu!!)

"If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?" - "Hold It Against Me" - Britney Spears

~~I'm gay af~~

MAJOR TAGS: Manga spoilers (re: Year 2 Interhigh Occurrences+team)
Minor tags: Trans character, Non-binary character, "aoyagi would kill izumida if it would make tadokoro happy: the mini-fic", "there is so much more that could be done with this prompt but i just took it in the most serious way i could re: how i feel about aoizu"
Word Count: 728 words

"It's you."

A national race shouldn't be a place to meet or recognize people, not for a first-timer like Aoyagi. She had no middle school team, no community, no people to race with, no contact with people outside of her own high school. She wasn't like Junta, she wasn't like Kimitaka, and she didn't mind, either.

However, she knew this person - even with their hair grown and styled, even with a stronger gait born of genuine loss.

They didn't look up to notice her, and she kept it to herself.

When she sits over her road racer with Kimitaka, pulling at tires and gears and wires to ensure her safety, she thought about asking her friend about his first Interhigh - how it felt to be here without seniors to support and depend upon. Tadokoro Jin was the most amazing sprinter she had ever known. He was the most inspiring person in the world, to her. And she remembered, strangely well, sitting in the middle seat of a van, trying to peer out a window past people and glass, his race that year ago. The already humid summer morning tasted different than what it had in Kanegawa - but it only made the memory of the previous Interhigh burn with greater fervor.

"Captain Izumida, how do you plan to lead Hakone to victory again?"

They had insulted one of the most important people in the world to her.

And they had returned, this time as a captain, just like Junta, this year, they had returned from loss to lead a team just like Kinjou had done before, to victory against the new Kings. When she saw their smirk at the reporter's question, she couldn't stop herself from a single indulgent snort of distaste.

They insulted Junta, in supposed competitive banter, but she couldn't speak up when she heard it. The way he responded, she can't understand, an ease and acceptance that she wished he would refuse or run away from. Tadokoro had taught them as much - that while their strength laid in numbers, their worth laid in themselves. It was maybe not so dishonorable, though, as their attacks against Tadokoro had been. Junta was much the same - cunning, sly, sarcastic, competitive. When in parallel with him, she struggled to look at them as the attacks they gave, over the person steeped in loss that she knew they had to be.

At taking lead, at meeting Onoda again, at Junta's near collapse, she was yards from Izumida. Meters in distance, nary a breath in power. Their protege she had raced was incredibly talented, but the way they sweat and looked back at their team was less akin to a body of soldiers, and more that of a mother gazing upon her brood. It was achingly familiar.

Her words came out, more as a demand than a question. "Are you honorable?"

They looked at her from the corner of their eye, lashes fluttering in suspicion akin to her own. "Hm?"

She looked straight to them without a response, pushing them to meet her gaze.

And they smiled. "Insofar as competition-"

The wind took a different lilt, and it was the climber who Junta raced who made a soft remark of surprise first. But it was Aoyagi and Izumida, in tandem, who screamed out in the necessary warning, to Yuuto, to Onoda, that it was coming -

But Kyofushi had already passed.

Nothing they could do - dishonorable or not - could stop that.

She spun her head, expecting the worst from Hakogaku, expecting them to give better chase, but found Izumida just as slack-jawed as she was. And that made something flash to her mind, just enough, the sight of a sprinter mournfully baring their chest to ocean air, passing away too fast beyond the window of a supply van.

Aoyagi didn't know when she asked, in the last hour before the eight of them crossed the final goal for the day, but she did know their precise answer.

"Tadokoro Jin?" Izumida's voice had taken a gentler tone, than she had heard in any cruel laugh or inflammatory insult previous. "He's one of the most incredible sprinters I've ever had the honor to meet."

The day ended with no absolute answer - but perhaps, Izumida Touichirou was not quite the captain of dishonor she had framed them to be. She would have to meet them head-on to find out for sure.

No major warnings apply
up all night to pet puppies, 1,921 words

A half-dozen rapid doorbell rings and distant pounding on the front door dragged Iwaizumi out of a dead sleep and the first words that tumbled out of his mouth in a sleep-rough voice were “I’m going to kill your fucking cousin.”

Oikawa whined quietly in the futon beside his and rolled over. The doorbell started ringing again and Iwaizumi lifted his head with a grunt of effort, quickly judged the distance and angle, and landed a swift kick on Oikawa’s ass. “Fucking go answer the door, asshole!”

Oikawa tumbled out of the futon with a shriek and sat up, rubbing furiously at his face and wailing, “You don’t even know it’s Nagisa you jackass!”

“It’s fucking--” Iwaizumi snarled and lunged for his phone, glaring at the painfully bright screen before turning it back off and chucking it at Oikawa. “It’s fucking two a.m., go answer the fucking door!”

He ignored Oikawa’s grumbling and burrowed back down into his futon, dragging the blanket the blanket over his head to muffle the fucking doorbell’s hellish loop. A minute later, he heard the door shriek open and the ringing stop, quickly replaced by the muffled sounds of Nagisa’s shrill panic and Oikawa’s shrill fury.

“Come with me, Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi growled to himself under his blanket. “It’ll be fun, Iwa-chan.We can train on the beach, Iwa-chan. Running on sand is good for building endurance, Iwa-chan. Nagisa-chan’s in high school Iwa-chan, he won’t be any trouble at all. ” Oikawa had only fucking talked about house-sitting for his aunt and uncle, hadn’t even fucking mentioned babysitting his goddamn cousin until he’d introduced them.

He curled tighter in on himself at the sound of footsteps, and only pulled the edge of his blanket down and glared up at Oikawa when he threw the bedroom door open with a bang.

“You know that fat dog Nagisa and his friends found?” Oikawa said, rubbing his eyes slowly near the bridge of his nose the way he did when the club’s first years were being particularly difficult.

“Yeah..?” Iwaizumi answered slowly.

“Well, according to Nagisa-chan it just shat out a puppy, there’s more on the way, and Megane-kun passes out at the sight of blood.”

Iwaizumi stared up at Oikawa for a beat, and then made a helpless, shrugging, ‘what the fuck do you want me to do about it?’ gesture. Oikawa winced.

“I may have told them about your family’s dairy farm. And how you’re always late to morning practice in the calving season.”
Iwaizumi shoved his face into the pillow and groaned, long and drawn out and frustrated, ignoring Oikawa’s babbling attempt to placate him and growing louder and louder until he was just fucking yelling into the pillow.

+

Twenty minutes, three screaming matches and a furious detour through a 24 hour supermarket later, Iwaizumi shoved open the front door to Nanase’s house and just fucking stared.

Nagisa barreled past him with a wail and bolted across the living room to where Rei was laying in the floor, apparently still unconscious and being fanned frantically by a furious Rin, who was yelling at a dazed-looking Haruka standing next to him in an apron and a bathing suit. (Why, Iwaizumi’s brain wailed quietly) Sousuke was sitting seiza in the far corner, watching them all with a strained, vaguely hunted expression, and Makoto burst out of a room down the hallway and came thundering into the living room in actual tears, skidding to a stop in front of Iwaizumi and grabbing the front of his t-shirt in two fists.

“Iwa-ch-- Iwa-san! Thank goodness you’re here, Rei’s the only one who knows anything about animals but he took one look at Maru-hime and fell over, and she was so sweet but now she growls at anyone who tries to pet her and she won’t come out of the closet to eat and she keeps making these noises--”

Makoto trailed off into a wail as Iwaizumi pried his hands off as gently as he could, and a quick glance over his shoulder told him Oikawa was maybe three seconds away from contributing to the chaos, at least if the naked terror in his eyes was anything to go by. Iwaizumi took Makoto by the shoulders gently (Tobio’s stories had made him genuinely believe there couldn’t be anyone more fragile than Karasuno’s ace, and yet here he was) and moved him to one side before dragging in a deep breath and bellowing “Shut the fuck up!”

It was his best kouhai herding voice and it cut through the crying and the yelling like a guillotine, shocking Rin and Nagisa into silence and actually catching Haru and Sousuke’s attention. Makoto squeaked and shrank a bit, and Iwaizumi gave his shoulder a rough, absentminded pat as he glared around the room, and then pointed at Rin.

“Did he hit his fucking head?” He snapped. Rin scowled up at him and cut his eyes at Sousuke.

“I caught him, so no.” Sousuke said quietly.

“Then he’s fucking fine, shut up Hazuki.” Nagisa sniffed wetly and wiped his face on his sleeve. Iwaizumi pointed at Haru next. “Where the fuck are your clothes? No, shut up, I don’t care.” He raked a hand through his hair, then reached behind him and grabbed Oikawa’s arm blindly, dragging him into the room and shoving him at the others. “You stay here and keep them fucking quiet, the last thing the poor dog needs is you assholes making enough noise to wake the whole damn neighborhood while she’s whelping. Fucking hell.”

Iwaizumi wanted another pair of hands on deck, and he usually regarded Sousuke as the sanest of the bunch, but he honestly looked borderline feral at the moment and Makoto was a close second in sanity anyway. His tears were already drying up and he hardly yelped when Iwaizumi spun him around, growled, “Let’s go.” and marched them down the hallway towards the room Makoto had burst out of.

“I’m really so sorry about this Iwa-san--”

“It’s fine,” Iwaizumi sighed, closing the the door behind them and putting them out of earshot of the others. “I get it. This is shit is scary the first time you see it.” He said, crouching down and unpacking the plastic grocery bags. “Most animals are fine on their own though, all we really need to do is sit around and keep an eye out for trouble.” Makoto knelt down beside him and watched him arrange puppy formula, a bulb syringe, dog treats, wet dog food, latex gloves and a small pack of hand warmers on the tatami in front of them, leaving a few other things in the bag. In the corner of the bedroom, there was a linen closet’s worth of towels piled next to a pot of water.

“What’s with the pot?” Iwaizumi asked.

“Rei said we needed towels and hot, boiled water, but he um. Passed out before he told us why.” Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose tightly, and then rubbed his hand over his face a few times.

“Of course he fucking did.” He mumbled, then hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the closet. “She in there?” Makoto nodded, biting his lip anxiously. The door was ajar, but all Iwaizumi could see from this angle was the corner of a short stack of futons. He stood up, taking the gloves and the treats with him, strode over to the closet slow and quiet, and looked down at a Shiba Inu bitch curled around two wiggly puppy lumps with a third just peeking out of her. Her tail slapped the futons anxiously, but she didn’t growl like Makoto’d said as he crouched down.

“Looking good, pretty girl,” He murmured, starting off on a long stream of low, soothing nonsense and reaching out slowly to put a hand on her back. Her tail wagged faster and she gave his hand a few anxious licks, but that was it. Now he was willing to bet she hadn’t been fond of six teenagers panicking on top of her and let them know it. She let him pet her a bit, refused the treats, and only licked his hand frantically when he ran it over her pups and found them both warm and breathing steadily. The pup on its way out seemed to be making progress just fine on its own, so Iwaizumi left the gloves by the closet door and slowly backed away towards Makoto.

“She’s doing fine,” He said quietly, and Makoto let a breath he’d apparently been holding rush out of him.

“Is there anything we need to do? Or get ready?” Makoto asked anxiously, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. Iwaizumi shook his head and opened the grocery bag again, digging out the snacks and a couple of sports drinks, tossing one to Makoto.

“Nah, all we really gotta do is sit back and keep an eye out for trouble, she’s handling the rest just fine on her own.” He took a seat against the wall between the bedroom door and the closet, where he had a half-decent view the dog and cracked his drink open while Makoto joined him and sat down on his other side.

“That’s a relief.” Makoto heaved another sigh of relief and relaxed a bit more, his side bumping into Iwaizumi’s a bit. “Poor Maru-hime. We must have scared her half to death.”

“Yeah, well.” Iwaizumi shrugged. “She did it first, I guess.” Makoto laughed quietly.

“Well, apparently there wasn’t anything to be afraid of in the first place.” Makoto shot him a shy grin and Iwaizumi snorted.

“Like I said, shit’s scary the first time around. Had nightmares for a week after the first time I saw a calf drop. Like a bloody sack of potatoes.” Makoto nearly choked on his drink, laughing again, and Iwaizumi felt the last little bit of pissed slipping away from him as he tipped his head back against the wall and let himself relax. “This is the hard part, though. Staying awake.”

+

Makoto was out in fifteen minutes, stayed asleep all through Iwaizumi standing up and sitting down as he checked on Maru-hime, offering her food and water, keeping an eye on the pups as they came and making sure they were all breathing easy.

The sixth pup was a runt, popped out around dawn an hour and a half after its last sibling; his mom didn’t seem much interested, and when she hadn’t care of the sack around him after a few minutes, Iwaizumi quietly pulled on a pair of gloves and went to work, cleaning him up, cutting the cord, clearing his mouth and eyes, and rubbing him down with a small towel until he started whimpering good and strong.

He was maybe half the size of the other pups, and Iwaizumi wasn’t sure he’d have much of a chance beside all his chubby siblings. Maru-hime didn’t seem fussed when he wrapped the pup in a clean towel and sat back down beside Makoto, snagging a hand warmer and tucking it down in the pup’s burrito on the way. He’d try and nurse it in a bit, show Makoto how it was done so he could fatten the pup up a bit before letting it try and fend for itself. Until then, he settled it in his lap and rubbed a fingertip over its head, petting it gently as he watched the sunrise crawl up the walls.

Edited 2015-06-02 03:09 (UTC)

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

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PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

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

Re: PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

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PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU

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

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, G

Re: PROMPT: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru

Re: PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

FILL: Team Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto, T

PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

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PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

PROMPT: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE

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

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G

FILL: Team Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, T