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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.

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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.
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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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Kind of cheesy, but I couldn't resist! ^_^ Thank you for the lovely prompt!

Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Sugawara Koushi (Haikyuu!!)

Kenjiro Shirabu&/Tendou Satori (Haikyuu!!)

Edited 2015-06-02 03:26 (UTC)

Hazuki Nagisa/Ryuugazaki Rei (Free!)

Can you find the time to let your lover hold you?
He needs somebody to hold too
His love is strong and so true
His arrow is aiming for you
And he's the one that you were born to love

Love like this may come once
Baby, it's fate
Like a soul mate, he's your penguin
Baby, it's fate
Baby, it's fate, not luck

- "Penguin", Christina Perri

this song is literally the perfect nagirei song

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta (Yowamushi Pedal)

"Well I talk way too fast
And I shoot from a glass
I keep Pope in the glovebox, Plath on the dash
And there’s nobody shotgun, I got enough gas
To get Vegas by daybreak, I’m not coming back
I’m pushin’ this luck all the way to the coast
I’m throwin it over just to see if it floats
I’m taking my chances, I’m making my own
‘Cause I’ve been pretty impatient, I’m ready to go

I’m the book that beat the speedreader
And I’m the card the dealers won’t touch
And it’s just not true I’m a maneater
All the same, we should probably go dutch"

- "Dutch" by Dessa

Edited 2015-06-02 03:30 (UTC)

Shigeru Yahaba/Kentaro Kyoutani (Haikyuu!!)

good

omg it so is

No major content warning | 1414 words.

Ushijima/Oikawa

When Oikawa first reads the article, he laughs so hard there are tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

Iwaizumi doesn't understand what is going on; Oikawa has always read volleyball magazines with the most serious expressions, a focus Iwaizumi himself could never shake off of Oikawa. Usually, when he did so, Iwaizumi didn't interrupt.

But there he is, laughing loudly, closing the magazine around one of his fingers to keep the page marked as he lowers it on lap. Iwaizumi looks at him, silently setting his pen on the table next to his homework filled textbooks.

"Hey, Oikawa," he tries, "what is it?"

But Oikawa doesn't stop. Iwaizumi notices the redness spreading along his throat, his veins obvious as he throws his head back. His laugh is so delirious that Iwaizumi feels himself worry.

He stands up and walks around the coffee table in his room, closes the gap between them and crouches in front of him. He doesn't wait for Oikawa to stop laughing before he slips his finger next to Oikawa's to keep the page from getting lost. It's not like if he asked, Oikawa would answer. Not in this state anyway.

Oikawa doesn't fight him, lets him take the magazine. Iwaizumi sighs as he glances at him one last time, a frown on his face.

He opens it, and the headline is as big as his shock.

'The Mighty White Eagle has fallen.'

'Rising volleyball star Ushijima, one of Japan's under 18 volleyball representatives, will no longer stand on a court. As one of his coaches has lately disclosed during an interview, the injury he sustained during a practice match has...'

He slowly closes the magazine. Oikawa is still laughing. This time, his hands are covering his eyes.

-

Oikawa doesn't talk about it, so Iwaizumi doesn't ask.

When Coach Mizoguchi announces that they are going to visit former Shiratorizawa Captain Ushijima at the hospital he is staying at, Iwaizumi notices the muscle in Oikawa's jaw twitch.

Iwaizumi catches words like long standing rival teams, how Shiratorizawa will never be the same now that it has lost one of its strongest pillars, and that Aobajousai truly regrets this.

-

"I don't have anything to say to him," Oikawa says when they reach room 111, "I'll wait for all of you here."

"Oikawa-" Iwaizumi starts, but Matsukawa's hand on his shoulder--a gentle squeeze--shuts him off.

Nobody insists, and just like he had said, Oikawa waits outside the room. He crosses his arms across his chest, counts the seconds like a chore, and ignores the faint throb in his knee.

-

He comes back. Of course, he does. He says he is a close friend, gives the nurses his best impression of a genuinely sad and defeated smile.

He has a bouquet of assorted flowers in his hand, a "Get well soon" card that he didn't write and that he doesn't care about. When he opens the door and walks in, he throws it on Ushijima's bed.

Ushijima doesn't flinch, but he blinks, silently stares at Oikawa's stiff silhouette standing on the other side of the end of his white bed.

Oikawa swears Ushijima can hear the loud beating of his raging heart. The room is sickeningly quiet, the walls are white, and he's not the one with a messed up leg but he feels just as trapped.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he snarls. It's maybe the first time he initiates conversation.

"I'm sorry?"

"I didn't beat you yet, you didn't have the right to!" he gestures with his hand to Ushijima's broken bones, patched up in white, too.

"I didn't mean for this to-"

"I didn't beat you yet!" he repeats angrily, "I didn't beat you yet. I didn't beat you yet. I didn't beat-"

-

Iwaizumi wonders why Oikawa hasn't showed up at school today, he texts him. All he gets is a 'I'm not feeling well today, Iwa-chan. I'm counting on you for your notes. (´ω｀★)’

-

He ends up on the chair next to Ushijima's bed. His breathing is uneven, and his fingers are shaking against his forehead. The only thing he hears, the only thing he feels, is the frantic hammering of his heart. He thinks it has managed to drop to his stomach.

(Or is it between his ears? Maybe it is squeezed between the veins in his wrists. He doesn't know. He feels it right to the tips of his toes. He's an open nerve.)

Beneath the surface, above the stubborn rage inside his body, the voice is deep. He can't make out the words at first.

"You shouldn't give up," it says, "this has nothing to do with you."

It isn't until a hand reaches out--a hand that he slaps away violently--that he dares to look at him again.

Ushijima carefully places his hand on his thigh again. Oikawa can see it redden as the seconds tick and the minutes stretch and bleed into an unbearable silence.

"I don't know what you were thinking when coming here, and to tell you the truth," Ushijima stops, turns his left hand to stare at his calloused palm, "I don't think you not being able to beat me matters."

Oikawa is silent.

"I'm out. It's as simple as that. I will never win again, and I will never lose again."

-

Iwaizumi doesn't notice a change in Oikawa's behavior after that; he doesn't notice a change in Oikawa's regular practice, either. He is always there before the rest of the team, with the same fake-cheerful expression plastered all across his face.

He notices the change when they're facing an opponent. Oikawa isn't as fired up as he used to be.

-

"You, on the other hand," Ushijima rests his hand on its previous spot again, "you're still standing. You're excellent, you are young, and your body can still keep up."

"I don't need to hear this from you," he tsks the words out of his clenched jaw.

"Oikawa, let go of your childishness for once. I was never the reason why your growth was hindered. Beating me won't magically grant you wings, let go. Understand your issue," his tone is low and firm, and his eyes are barely slits.

It sends shivers down Oikawa's spine, and for the first time ever, Ushijima makes him feel like a grounded kid.

"I'm not going to stand on a court again, you won't see me on the other side. See for yourself if you can fly with your current team's ability."

-

He can't fly. Karasuno does, but Oikawa leaves with his head held high.

-

He meets Ushijima in one of the hallways of the gymnasium; he had suspected he'd be here to watch the finals along with his defeated team.

Aobajousai took two sets from Shiratorizawa. But Oikawa felt empty when he walked back to the locker rooms. No sense of accomplishment, the match itself felt more like a chore. It was yesterday.

He is no longer using a crutch, but Oikawa can tell that he leans his weight more on his right leg.

"A word of advice, Oikawa. Stay the course."

It almost startles him. His eyes snap back to Ushijima's face and he parts his lips but no words come out.

"There are places where you can perform to the fullest of your ability," the words are spoken with no ill intent, they are light, and Oikawa thinks Ushijima sounds like he doesn't have regrets. “Make the right choices.”

"I know, Ushijima. I know," Oikawa says, and for the first time, he gives him a genuine smile. "You'll hear of me in the future."

"I know I will."

Oikawa doesn’t have regrets, either.

-

He does hear of him, quite a few times to say the least. He talks to him often, texts exchanged, short phone calls where their voices are strained. He reads about him too.

Oikawa Tooru is a worldwide known setter now. He carries white and red behind his back.

This time, though. This time, he gets him pressed against his small apartment's door in Osaka as it slams shut under the weight.

Oikawa's lips are insistent, and Ushijima parts his for him. His hands are roamers, and Ushijima molds his body against his. Ushijima doesn't understand, but he doesn't reject him either.

Between sloppy kisses, Oikawa throws words.

"I. Am. An. Olympian. Now."

Ushijima curls his fingers around messy brown strands, and against Oikawa's pulse, he whispers "I know you are. I have always known you could be."

Edited 2015-06-02 13:44 (UTC)

sexual content (rough sex, biting, language)
word count: 1,011

"Harder."

Sousuke grunts through gritted teeth, skin around his knuckles turning white from where he has them gripped against the hard bench. Rough hands tighten around his hipbones, hot flesh digging into hard muscle. There's a heady scent in the air, which rings with the sound of skin on skin every time Ushijima fucks into him, steady and demanding. His breathing is ragged, fanning warm and labored against Sousuke's nape, and he makes no move to increase the pressure or pace.

Sousuke sends baleful glance over his shoulder, sweat stinging into his eyes, which he forces open anyway so that Ushijima bear the full weight of his glare. "Oi," he pants, angling his hips, flexing his thighs so that he fucks back onto Ushijima's cock heavily to make a point, "I said harder."

"Wait," Ushijima says, face very nearly impassive. Sousuke wouldn't even be able to tell he was feeling a thing, if not for the sheen of sweat collecting on his brow, which is furrowed minutely in concentration as he grabs hold of Sousuke's hips more firmly and resumes their steady pace.

Sousuke turns back around and rests his forehead between his arms. This isn't what he had wanted--everything about Ushijima is big. Big arms, big quads, big hands, big cock. But he's sure as hell not doing enough with it, even with the way the stretch is just bordering on delicious, the agonizing slide just enough to make Sousuke's mind get the slightest bit frayed around the edges.

But he needs more.

When he'd first seen Ushijima, he'd seen someone who could hold him down, pound into him, fuck him for all he was worth. That was what he'd wanted. Not this--not this slow, steady rhythm, not this painfully gradual buildup that has him feeling full to the brim, balanced precariously between spilling over the edge and staying contained.

His cock hangs heavily between his legs, swollen and untouched, leaking thin, pearly strings of precum onto the surface below.

"I thought you were supposed to be the best in the country at what you do," he tries again, every few words punctuated by the staccato drive of Ushijima's hips into him.

"I am," Ushijima response, voice low, rumbling deep in his chest. Oh, he's enjoying this, Sousuke just knows he is.

"Well you sure don't fuck like it," he comments snidely, putting just an extra bit of arch into his back, tightening his muscles around the thick cock stretching him wide.

Ushijima pauses then, and Sousuke doesn't need to turn around to feel the weight of his eyes against his back, suddenly laden with challenge.

"Fine," Ushijima says, and every bit of underlying fire that Sousuke could feel in his stare has multiplied tenfold in his voice. "Have it your way."

He draws up so that Sousuke is fully bent over beneath him, and sets a merciless pace that has Sousuke groaning between his teeth. Ushijima grips him so hard around the waist that he knows there will be marks there later, indented in the shapes of his digits, and his cock drives in and out of Souske with a force that has the entire locker room bench shaking against its foundations on the tiled floor beneath them, echoing in the air with a crude sort of drum rhythm.

"Yes, fuck," Sousuke gasps when Ushijima hauls him up by his biceps so that he can crush his torso against Sousuke's back and press his teeth, hot and searing, none too lightly into the junction of Sousuke's neck and shoulder. It aggravates the injury there, leaving a muted sort of dull throbbing in the muscle, but Sousuke takes it all in anyways. He encourages Ushijima, who generally says nothing except for the occasional grunt or groan between his labored breathing.

Sousuke reaches his good arm up and grabs a fistful of the short hair on Ushijima's nape so that he can turn his face towards him, and then he crushes their mouths together in a violent kiss that matches the pace of their fucking. It starts like that, but ends up being mostly Sousuke panting into Ushijima's open mouth as he begins to see stars around the edges of his vision, feel the familiar coil in his lower back, waiting to spring and release everything pent up over the previous agonizing minutes.

Ushijima seems to sense it too, because he reaches down, curls a calloused hand around Sousuke's cock, rubbing a thumb nearly harshly over the tip and smearing precum down the shaft in a way that has Sousuke gasping aloud, tightening his grip in Ushijima's hair.

He comes undone just moments later, a rubber band stretched too far, too long, and snaps with a force that has long spurts of white painting Ushijima's hand and his own abdomen. Ushijima fucks him through his orgasm, not letting up on the pace until Sousuke feels him coming as well, hot and slick inside him.

They both groan when Ushijima slides out, slow and steady--it feels like it's been forever since his cock hadn't been inside of Sousuke's body. And although Sousuke feels like he could collapse right over the side of the bench and stay there forever, he still draws himself up to his full height after it's over--not all that different from Ushijima's, whose eyes have lost some of the passionate fury and spark they'd had earlier.

It's silent as they clean up, but they're both naturally rather quiet people. Sousuke thinks about maybe setting something up for the both of them--a system, that would be good.

"Yamazaki." Ushijima's voice is steady, unwavering. Like always. "It's a shame about that injury."

Sousuke looks away with a tsk--so he'd noticed. He'd been hoping it would go by unmentioned, but he guesses he has no such luck.

"You would have made a good volleyball man, I think," Ushijima continues, oblivious to Sousuke's annoyance. "Perhaps you might have even gone to Shiratorizawa...perhaps you should have."

Sousuke changes mind on the spot about setting up a system for them. He's had enough. For now.

nsfw--dubious consent, explicit language, d/s, breathplay
1218 words

It’s unpleasant to find out that Akaashi Keiji is so good-looking up close. Tooru chews his lip and pulls at his hair, damp with sweat, and grins. Bares his teeth in his face. “Akaashi-chan,” he starts, and he watches him start to frown, registering the nickname.

His game jersey is bright under Tooru’s legs. Tooru shifts his weight, ass seated firmly on Akaashi’s soft stomach--it pushes the breath out of him when he leans back, red dusting the bridge of his nose. The storage room floor must be cold against his back. Tooru pulls at Akaashi’s hair again and watches with a wide grin. “You played well today,” Tooru continues. “If you keep this up, Seijoh will have to crush you tomorrow.” Even with Tooru’s full body weight resting atop him, his hands pulling at his hair, Akaashi has the gall to smile faintly. “Don’t you take these semifinals seriously? Akaashi-chan.”

He forces his weight down on him, just in case. Tooru watches Akaashi gasp for breath under him, eyes widening in surprise as he grabs for his wrists. Akaashi’s are just like his--flexible and strong, ending in tapered fingers. There are calluses in the same places. “I should break these,” Tooru says idly. Akaashi really does start to struggle at that--but Tooru is heavier than he looks, and it’s more fun to beat him in volleyball fair and square. “But it’s your lucky day, Akaashi-chan. I only want to see if you’d still look this pretty if I ruined you.”

Tooru pushes those setter’s hands up by the wrists and locks them above Akaashi’s head, makes sure he can’t even move. “Mhmm, will you behave for me?” Akaashi’s eyes are so remote, like he’s observing him from someplace faraway. “I guess so. Do you like this kind of thing, Akaashi-chan?”

He doesn’t even respond, but the flush on his face deepens. “Oh, I guess you might. I didn’t know Fukurodani had someone this interesting.” Tooru leans forward until mouth is mere inches from Akaashi’s, still smiling. He can see how thick his eyelashes are, eyebrows furrowed in distaste, and jerks back. It gets him another wheezing breath from Akaashi, who looks so much more present when Tooru hurts him a little. Tooru digs blunt nails into the delicate skin of Akaashi’s wrists and watches him squirm.

His breaths come so short now that Tooru doesn’t have to see to know--he’s turned on by this, he likes this. Tooru lets go of his wrists and Akaashi stays still, perfectly still, pulse jumping at his throat. Tooru strokes at it, gentle hands that barely do anything to him at all until he presses in hard, the wide arc between his index and thumb pressing against his Adam’s apple. Better. Akaashi struggles under him, panic slowly waking up his features. His hips thrust up into thin air.

“H-help--” Tooru cuts off the noise when he presses his hand down, harder. Akaashi’s neck fits so well under his hands. Akaashi’s hands fly down to Tooru’s, fingers clasping weakly over his knuckles.

“Are you keeping them there, Akaashi-chan? You really do like this, don’t you? Pretty bitch.” Tooru watches Akaashi gasp when he lets go, hips jerking up at odd intervals. “You like it when people call you names? Akaashi-chan, you’re full of surprises.” He’s still irritatingly handsome, with dry lips moving and his hair sticking up at strange points where Tooru had pulled at it. He shakes under him, when Tooru presses his neck down again and makes him gasp for air. “If you come like this, I should tell everyone: I wrecked you just by choking you. Akaashi Keiji is a fucking easy submissive.” Tooru wonders if he can just fuck his mouth this way, if Akaashi would open up for him, or if he’d fight.

He eases up close to his face, body folded in half atop Akaashi’s stomach. Watches his nostrils flare, eyes widen in panic. He bites down at the soft juncture of neck and shoulder, listens to him suck in gasps of air. “I should let you choke on me,” he murmurs, and licks at the red mark on his skin. Akaashi shudders. “You would, wouldn’t you? Fight to breathe and still work hard to please me.” He nods. “It’s good to see that some underclassmen can still be polite.” Another nod, that infamous composure unraveling just a little bit further when Tooru bites him again. Akaashi looks strung-out and dazed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Tooru moves from Akaashi’s stomach, scooting down to rest his ass firmly against his cock. “I should keep the door open. Then everybody could see this. Do you think they’d still like you? Akaashi-chan, stop moving around. I can’t choke you easily like this.” He’s lying--volleyball practice includes enough stretches to make Tooru flexible enough to stretch out and wrap Akaashi’s neck in his hands. But Akaashi freezes anyway, and lets out a series of frustrated sighs. “Please don’t move,” Tooru says lightly, and when he scratches at Akaashi’s neck he thrusts up anyway.

He is, even now, still so fucking pretty. A blooming mark accompanies the brief slap Tooru gifts his face--and Akaashi, head tilted to one side from the blow, is so hard he can’t seem to help moving. Akaashi makes a thin, high-pitched sound when Tooru slaps him again, on the other cheek. “That’s it, just like that.” He braces himself when Akaashi’s hips stutter, covers his mouth with both palms with a sharp, happy smile.

Tooru grinds down on Akaashi’s cock and waits for him to fuck upward, breaths growing erratic and shallow. “I’ll make you choke on me yet,” he promises, and Akaashi’s body freezes up when Tooru’s hands press down, hard. He’s so removed from the world that Tooru doubts he remembers where he is at all, so he grabs Akaashi’s face, fingers digging into the flesh under his cheekbones, and stares him down while he comes. Akaashi’s breath rasps in his throat. Tooru can feel his cock twitch through the fabric of their uniforms. “You came in your pants, pretty bitch.”

Tooru watches him slowly collect himself, waking up a little from his fugue state. “Oikawa-san,” he rasps, and his breath still comes short. “You’re heavy.” Now Tooru can recognize that polite second-year from the opposite court; Akaashi’s sex flush is slowly fading, but he shakes while he pushes Tooru off his body.

“Are you calling me fat? Akaashi-chan, I thought we were friends.” Still on the floor, Tooru watches him frown at the nickname. He gestures down at the bulge in his shorts. “No?”

“Please don’t call me that, Oikawa-san.” Akaashi looks like he’ll continue, but the noise at the door overwhelms his quiet voice.

“Akaashi?? Akaashi!! Are you in there? Hey, hey! Hey!!!” Tooru pouts. Bokuto Koutarou has awful timing. “I think the door’s locked, and we’re missing our setter!! Akaashi, if you’re in there, hang on--”

“Just a moment,” Akaashi calls, and winces at the weakness of his own voice. He struggles to get up, rising shakily before dusting off his uniform. The wet spot on his black shorts is still noticeable. He is still, Tooru realizes, quite graceful. It makes him want to wreck him again. Akaashi unlocks the door with unsteady hands.

“Hello, Bokuto-san.”

Edited 2015-06-02 03:47 (UTC)

manga spoilers!! and sadness..., 760 wc.

It is far too late by the time he feels regret. It resonates within him, stretches out like a coarse, worn blanket over every inch of his body. When Kageyama feels regret, it's after he's spent too long staring at the backs of people he once thought to call his friends.

It's a little different now. His mother asks how school his and he purses his lips resolutely and says little, says nothing, communicates with muted grunts and faint bobs of his head. His father asks how volleyball is and he doesn't go out of his way to explain that he doesn't know when it happened, but change swept through the entirety of Kitagawa Daiichi's gymnasium and left him responsible for sweeping away the aftermath.

In a sense, he knows it's his fault. He counts the steps that it takes for Kunimi to close the door to the locker room without saying a word of farewell to him. Ten. At the beginning of the season, it was twenty, interjected with conversation sprinkled between messy footsteps as they headed to the arcade jointly. He counts the number of times Kindaichi scowls in his direction. Six, in one practice alone. It used to be zero, and this might be what Kageyama hates the most.

There are times when he considers reaching out, curling his fingertips around the fabric of Kindaichi's jersey, to reel him back, to look him in the eye and say everyone else I can deal with but not you. It's selfish, and this, Kageyama knows too well; it's foolish, and Kageyama thinks he'd be much better off if he couldn't tell. Mother asks why he comes home from school so early these days, whether he has exams—if that's why he hasn't been seeing his friends as often. Kageyama goes to his room and trips over hand weights, fumbles onto his bed and stares blankly at the ceiling, like the chipped white paint might give him a semblance of purpose, of meaning.

He would ask out loud if it meant he might get an answer. He might ask whether this is worth it, if it's okay to get caught up with people who don't understand that he's not just improving—he's evolving. He might ask whether this is worth it, if he's going to regret it in the end if he pushes away people he thinks he might miss—if he pushes away someone he knows will haunt him.

When Kageyama Tobio joins the Kitagawa Daiichi volleyball team, the first friend he makes is Kindaichi Yuutarou. He's tall, taller than Kageyama, and though he looks fiercely disinterested in the majority of what others have to say, Kageyama learns better than anyone else (better than Oikawa, Iwaizumi, or even Kunimi) that no one clings onto every word uttered like Kindaichi does. And maybe, in the intimacy of it all, in the thrill of finding solace in someone who Kageyama thinks might dream of, might wish for the same things as him, he forgets not to take things for granted.

By the time Kindaichi turns his back on him, the last to push back, the last to bar Kageyama off from the rest of the team, Kageyama is too late. He's too late to reach out, to clench his fist around the fabric of Kindaichi's jersey—he's too late to feel regret, to realize he will look back and wish he said something differently.

When Kageyama Tobio joins the Kitagawa Daiichi volleyball team, the first friend he makes is Kindaichi Yuutarou. It is foolish, how he calls Kindaichi his ace in his mind. It is foolish, how amidst stolen kisses in empty locker rooms, amidst fingers tangling messily on the secluded path to school, that Kageyama gets caught up in wanting to make himself better, wanting to make his ace better that he forgets this might not be what Kindaichi wanted in the first place, at all.

They call him the King of the Court. They taunt him for a crown he made himself, metal forged by flames that have licked his skin. They taunt him for the way he scowls at people beneath him, like they're undeserving, like they'll never come near him—where he stands on his pedestal. It takes some time before he lets it sink in, the realization that some mistakes are irreversible.

When he thinks about Kindaichi's back, about the panic he felt when he knew things would never be the same, Kageyama Tobio lets his crown clatter to the ground and decides he is hardly suited to rule an empire, let alone himself.

Edited 2015-06-02 03:43 (UTC)

Matsuoka Rin/Mikoshiba Momotarou (Free!)

IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL

- wint @dril

Dude what the fuck I gave you a meme prompt and it's such a good answer?? Wow.

Whispers fill it

Koga Kimitaka / or & Teshima Junta (Yowamushi Pedal)

"You never look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw"

- "Crying Lightning" by Arctic Monkeys

EXCELLENT

Tsukishima Kei/Hinata Shouyou (Haikyuu!!)

"Move in closer and give me full exposure.
I feel your pull as I push in and shove.

Is it true you're staying with me?
How can I learn to step through and make you a friend of mine?" - "Peril Lies" - Bloom

You are very welcome!! I hope it was okay!!

Ryuugazaki Rei/Ryuugazaki Rei (Free!)

Nagisa：Let’s say if each of us was a girl and we were to go out with someone in this group, who would you pick?
[...]
Nagisa：I would pick… hmm… I wonder… Not Rei-chan. You seem to get too hung up by details.
Rei：What are you saying, Nagisa-kun? You’ll find no partner more perfect than I am.
Nagisa：Eh? Really? But Rei-chan, you’ll definitely be a huge nagger. Always telling me not to spill things or to tuck my shirt in, and stuff.
Rei：Me, a nagger? Listen. I have confidence in my memory, so I would never forget special days like birthdays. I can cook, and manage my time so I would never be late for a date. I would research beforehand the places we’d go, and even research the best path to take to the restaurant where I’ve already put in a reservation, so I would be the perfect escort for my date from start to finish. I would make a date enjoyable, leaving nothing to be desired.
Makoto：H-Haru… did you just think that Rei sounded like an infomercial?
Haruka：How could you tell?
Makoto：[laughs] Because I thought so too.
Nagisa：Then, Rei-chan, who would you want to go out with among the guys here?
Rei：Myself, of course.

- "If He Was Your Boyfriend", Free! Drama CDs

[claps] you being glad makes me glad :'>

Arakita Yasutomo/Toudou Jinpachi (Yowamushi Pedal)

"You know you like it but it drives you insane
You know you like it but you're scared of the shame
What you want, what you gonna do?" - "You Know You Like It" by DJ Snake and AlunaGeorge

Makishima Yuusuke / or & Nanase Haruka (Yowamushi Pedal & Free!)

"He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
- "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky

no major content warnings but! mentions of alcohol/intoxication,
very Incredibly Vague mentions of sexual situations as well... also a hospital
600+ wc. rated T for sexual content (even tho it isn't extreme.. at all)

if i am totally honest i probably did not interpret this prompt correctly

“Well, you know, this is absolutely great. Chemistry’s my favorite subject, fun fact, so I can’t stress how ecstatic I am to be spending it in the medical ward with you, my absolute favorite person.”

Oikawa smiles.

“I mean, how lucky can one guy get? First, I get paired with you for a lab—and not to be rude, but you’re terrible with labs and likely shouldn’t be trusted with baking soda in any setting—and second, I get to try out that nifty old eye shower. That was fun, huh, Oikawa-san?”

“Aw, Kenji-kun! Don’t sound so down! I know you were dying to work with me for—”

“I think my favorite part was probably when you managed to set something on fire with the Bunsen burner? Who knew that was possible? Truly incredible.”

It’s just them in the medical center of their university. Futakuchi’s sprawled out on one of the patient beds while Oikawa stands beside it, arms crossed as he tries not to slam his head against a wall in self-induced agony.

Luck is a funny thing, Oikawa realizes. It evades him like none other when he needs it the most. There’s really no other explanation for being forced into taking a necessary science course with last semester’s one night stand. And honestly, sincerely, had it been anyone else, Oikawa would have been fine; he’s an excellent actor, positively superb at playing casual, if he must say so himself. This situation is entirely different and entirely out of his hands because it isn’t anyone else. It’s Futakuchi Kenji, who is quite possibly the most infuriatingly attractive person on this campus—in this world.

“What’s up?” Futakuchi says, expression dry as he folds his arms behind the back of his head and glances up at Oikawa expectantly. “What’s on your mind, Oikawa-san? Thinking of a way to apologize to me? I know you think we have chemistry but causing such a scene? Disruptive, honestly! Not my style.”

If he’s being entirely true to himself, it’s been almost an entire semester since their first and last “drunken” hook-up and Oikawa can still remember every single detail of it, from the way Futakuchi’s kisses literally seared to the way Futakuchi’s pretty lips looked stretched around his—

“Apologize?” Oikawa suddenly repeats, tilting his head to the side guilelessly. “Why, Kenji-kun! To think such a kind, compassionate, saint-like guy such as you would want someone to grovel at their feet!” The grin etched on his face is definitely nothing short of wicked.

“It appears you know me, well, shockingly enough, not at all.” Futakuchi might be smirking and Oikawa might be contemplating wiping that very same smirk right off of his face.

“Well, who am I to turn down the request of a fan?”

“Who said I was your fan?”

If he had an active conscience, it might be telling him to be smarter about this. However, Oikawa's been incredibly patient for the entire first half of this semester and he feels as though the wearing and tearing of his own self-control is something even he can't help. And this is precisely when Oikawa abandons all that is holy and good about his surprisingly (“surprisingly”) weak morals to climb onto the patient bed, knees bracketing Futakuchi’s hips.

“I’m sure we can find some things you like about me,” Oikawa says mildly.

Futakuchi blinks, looking taken aback for a split second before resigning his expression into something equally devious. He pushes his torso up at an angle, arms acting as his support behind him as he meets Oikawa halfway, stopping short of their lips meeting.

“You know, Oikawa-san, now that I think about it, we might actually have some chemistry going on between us,” he says quietly. “It’s too late to back out now but I’m warning you—it might be explosive.”

tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke, (Free!)
"You’re undiscovered
I wanna see the rest of you
I can’t get next to you
I can’t get next to you"

-Undiscovered by Laura Welsh
(I hope i'm doing this right)

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, G

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, T

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, E

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

Re: FILL: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TOUDOU JINPACHI, G

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, M

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TOUDOU JINPACHI

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND