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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.

We're halfway through all the bonus rounds now. If you're like us, every love song on the radio seems to apply to your OTP. In this round we'd like you to serenade us with some of your top picks!

This round ends at 7PM on July 11 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (3-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
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., Riko & Momoi & Alex). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi/Alex). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
You cannot fill your teammates' prompts or your own prompts.

FORMAT

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

Required Work Minimums:

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

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

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

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

SCORING

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

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

For fills:

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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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AHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER FILL!! *____* YOUR ART STYLE IS SO BEAUTIFUL and your soft coloring here is just gorgeous... touches your art...

Hazuki Nagisa/Ryugazaki Rei

Ms. New Booty - Ying Yang Twins NSFW
Apple Bottom Jeans - Flo Rida NSFW
Milkshake - Kelis NSFW?

Edited 2015-07-04 04:05 (UTC)

Iwaizumi/Oikawa, G, 685 words

Hajime feels strangely calm in the days leading up to the wedding. He helps the planner with last minute preparations when the bride flakes out, arranges hotel rooms for last-minute guests, and is the only one who stays sober when the groom's party kidnaps the guest of honor. It's not until Hajime sends everyone home in cabs that Kindaichi and Kunimi give each other conspiratory looks and suddenly, Hajime is the one getting pushed into the next car. "This isn't a taxi!" He says when Kindaichi shoves him in.

"I know," Hanamaki says from the driver's seat while Matsukawa gives Hajime a lazy wave from the passenger side. He adds, "This is an intervention" the same time Kunimi slams the door shut from the outside.

"I don't understand," Hajime lies, glaring out of the window as the car starts moving.

"Oikawa can't get married to Minami-chan," Matsukawa says, filling the silence. "He's in love with you."

Hajime wants to laugh. "That's not how this works."

In the review mirror, Hanamaki raises his eyebrows. "How about this? You're in love with him too."

"Let me out," Hajime growls.

Hanamaki just tsks. "This car isn't stopping until you stop brooding."

Brooding, Hajime thinks, is a simple way of categorizing twenty years of friendship. It's not enough to describe the bruises and scrapes that come with being devastatingly in love with Oikawa Touru. He'd held Touru's hand the first summer they met when Hajime sprained his ankle on a beetle hunting excursion in the woods, and Touru had cried hysterically as if he was the one injured. Hajime had been the one there when the knee brace came off post-surgery in their first year of college, when a bad fall jeopardized Touru's volleyball career.

But Hajime had also been the one to suggest that they break up after Touru got scouted for the national team. "I'm tired of this," he had lied, when Touru refused. "I can't always be here to babysit you. You're a liability." Well, he'd said more than that, but those were things he'd actually let himself remember after Touru stormed out.

"He was always your biggest weakness," Matsukawa comments from the front of the car, apropos to nothing.

Yet, Hajime knows Matsukawa is right. He tried cutting off contact with Touru until they both caved. Then he tried friendship, the distance between Miyagi and the Tokyo V-leagues making the transition tolerable enough that Hajime got complacent. He’d agreed when Touru asked if he wanted to meet the New Girlfriend, who soon became the Fiancé. Then Touru's mother asked Hajime to help with wedding, not understanding how pitiful it feels to be twenty-six and still in love with the boy who tugged him down a hill to search for stag beetles in July. Hajime had tumbled, back then, and never fully got back up.

"You need to stop the wedding," Hanamaki says after a prolonged period of silence.

Hajime stares at his lap. "He loves Minami-chan."

"Yes, but he loves you more," Matsukawa says gently in the voice he always adopted when Touru worked himself too hard at volleyball practice.

"Don't put words in his mouth."

"I'm not putting anything near anyone's mouth," Hanamaki replies, which lifts the weight off Hajime's chest, if only by a little. "All I'm saying is that you need to listen to him. Stop doing what you think is right. If you love someone, shout it from the rooftop. You know who taught me that? Oikawa fucking Touru."

When Hajime fails to formulate a respond, Matsukawa chuckles and says, "I guess you're both hypocrites."

They don't speak again until the car pulls in front of a familiar hotel. "I thought you weren't letting me out?" Hajime asks, even though he doesn't want to hear the answer.

"Room 315," Matsukawa replies, his expression serious. "This is your last chance, fuku-buchou."

Hajime understands. This is the last time he can confront Touru about this, about them. He closes his eyes and thinks. The team that lets the ball touches the floor loses.

Hajime has been playing the deuce point for too long.

Edited 2015-07-02 03:36 (UTC)

Ennoshita Chikara / Futakuchi Kenji / Yahaba Shigeru (Haikyuu!!)

Rent - Rent Movie Cast
Out Tonight - Rent Movie Cast
Light My Candle - Rent Movie Cast
Without You - Rent Movie Cast
Seasons of Love - Rent Movie Cast

Alcohol abuse
((basically oikawa fucks up his knee beyond repair after high school and subsequently develops a drinking problem))
Word count: 2511

“You know, my life has completely fallen apart.”
“... And this just occurred to you?”

Oikawa contemplated his drink. Such a familiar color, whiskey was – whether it was fruity or nutty or sour or bitter, it always retained that pretty amber color. The color of autumn leaves. The color of his own eyes in the sunlight. And the color of the inevitable vomit in the toilet sometime past midnight. He took another sip and lolled back his head to look at the ceiling.

“Every time my knee aches, it does.” He kicked up his bad leg on the table and wiggled his foot. “Booze makes it better though. Sooooo much better. I don’t feel a thing when I’ve got a little booze in me.”
“I wouldn’t call this ‘a little.’” Iwaizumi raised the half-empty bottle on the floor and waved it over Oikawa’s head. “And I’d never call this,” he gestured up and down Oikawa’s body, “‘better.’”
“Do you only hang out with me anymore just to make me feel bad about my terrible habits?” Oikawa flicked the bottle and exhaled. “If that’s the case, you’re going to be disappointed. I don’t feel bad. I feel great.”
“I don’t hang out with you to make you feel bad, jackass. You make yourself feel bad.”
“Only because I know you hate it when I drink.” Oikawa swung himself forward and finished off his glass. “And you being here just reminds me of how unpleasant you find my company when I’m intoxicated.”
Iwaizumi set the bottle back down on the floor. “You do nothing but angst when you’re drunk. All this ‘woe-is-me’ shit. Nothing like the Tooru I used to know.”
“So then leave,” Oikawa snapped. “Not like I need you here, anyway.”

Iwaizumi remained silent. A frown pulled at the ends of Oikawa’s lips hard enough for his eyes to grow watery. His nostrils flared and his bottom lip quivered. “Fuck. That wasn’t right. I’m an idiot.”
“Yeah, you are,” Iwaizumi muttered.
“Fuck!” Oikawa slammed down his glass – it shattered – and covered his eyes with his hands. “Fuck, what am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself?” His chest heaved as tears spilled down his cheeks. “I’m awful. I’m awful. I’m useless and a shitty person.”
Iwaizumi rubbed Oikawa’s back and squeezed the nape of his neck. “Still waiting on that apology.”
“Why do you bother with me?” Oikawa asked. He tensed up underneath Iwaizumi’s touch and shivered. “I’m so shitty. All I do is bitch and complain about how my life sucks. You have no reason to be around me. I suck.”
“You do, sometimes,” Iwaizumi agreed. “Only when you drink.”
“I suck other times. Almost all the other times. And yet, here you still are.” Oikawa coughed and bile rose in the back of his throat. He pressed his head into Iwaizumi’s shoulder and he smelled like oranges. Oranges and vanilla extract. Oikawa had the scent memorized by now. “You’re not a martyr for willingly hanging out with a drunk ex-volleyball star.”
“I don’t want to be a martyr. That shit is for people who blame the world for problems they brought on themselves.”
“Is that meant to be an attack against me, for fucking up my knee so bad?”
“Yes, everything I say is an attack against you. Don’t you know that by now?” Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa into a hug and kissed his forehead. “I like you better when you’re arrogant.”
“It’s all just a lie. You like a facade more than you like me.”
“The only facade here is the shitty sob story you keep telling yourself as an excuse for spending all your time at home drinking the daylights out of yourself.”

This scenario was so familiar that Oikawa felt like he was reading from a script. He’d complain about his life, Iwaizumi would offer valid advice through a critical lens for the sake of his well being, and he’d complain about how he couldn’t do that because he was too busy complaining about his life. God, and he wondered why he didn’t have any friends anymore.

“I’m pathetic,” Oikawa mumbled with a stifled whimper. “How did I get to this point?”
Iwaizumi paused, and his soothing hand froze over Oikawa’s back. “I think a more important question is…,” he began, treading carefully, “how do you get away from this point?”
“The most important question is how the hell should I know.”
“Well.” Iwaizumi pulled away and Oikawa clung onto his shirt by the sleeve. It was too cold without him. “I got an idea of where to start.”
“Oh?”

Iwaizumi picked up the bottle on the floor and screwed on the cap. He grabbed Oikawa’s arm and yanked him to his feet. “Show me where you keep all your booze.”
“Hajime…?”
“I don’t care how much you have, I just want to get it.”
Oikawa wobbled where he stood and wondered if he could get out of this by vomiting on Iwaizumi’s shoes. To his misfortune, though, Iwaizumi probably wouldn’t even give a shit at this point. “Cabinet next to the refrigerator.”
“Okay.”

Oikawa wanted to sit back down on the couch, but Iwaizumi dragged him into the kitchen and made him hold onto the half-empty bottle of whiskey while he dug out all the other booze in his cabinet. Beer and hard lemonade and more whiskey and rum and even the crappy artificial fruity flavorings: Iwaizumi stacked all of it on the kitchen table and counters and made no comment on the volume.

“Where else?”
“Nowhere else. That’s all of it.”
Iwaizumi glared at him. Oikawa held onto the bottle in his arms like it was his newborn child.
“... Under the bed.”

Iwaizumi dragged Oikawa to the bedroom and pulled out another case of beer or three. “What about your shot glasses and shit?”
“Back in the kitchen, next to the stove.”

By the time Iwaizumi unearthed all of Oikawa’s booze and booze paraphernalia, every surface in the kitchen was filled. Oikawa fidgeted with the dimples on the bottle in his hands.
“I have a problem,” he said, eyes focused on the floor.
“We’re gonna get rid of it, though,” Iwaizumi replied. He took out his car keys from his back pocket and jingled them in front of Oikawa’s face. “Help me pack this into the trunk.”

###

Oikawa buried himself in Iwaizumi’s sweater – he forgot to grab a jacket, and Iwaizumi said he wasn’t cold – as they pulled out of the parking lot outside his apartment building. He prayed to whatever god that would listen that Iwaizumi wouldn’t accidentally run a stop sign. Getting pulled over by a cop with a trunk full of beer, a backseat full of liquor and a passenger seat full of intoxicated underage boy would be the worst possible ending to their already awful night.

They didn’t talk much the entire way, but Oikawa did manage to ask if he could roll down the window. Iwaizumi wondered aloud why he would want the window open if he was cold, but whatever he didn’t really care. The cool breeze helped Oikawa think straight. It cleared the alcohol from his mind. He had no clue where they were going at the start, but when he could smell the ocean Iwaizumi’s intentions grew more and more clear.

“What are we doing?” Oikawa whispered.
“Therapy,” Iwaizumi responded simply.

He parked in the corner of the lot near the beach and turned off the engine. Oikawa was about to ask for clarification before Iwaizumi leaned over the emergency brake and kissed him. One hand threaded through his hair and the other slid under his sweater and held onto his back. Oikawa caught Iwaizumi’s shirt between his fingers and pulled him closer. Their lips fit against each other like long-lost puzzle pieces, tender and warm but still stained by the taste of alcohol. Oikawa didn’t like the taste. He didn’t want it in his mouth anymore. The more he kissed Iwaizumi, the more it faded away.

Iwaizumi pressed his tongue into Oikawa’s mouth and moaned in the back of his throat. A heated blush rose to Oikawa’s cheeks that he knew was not just the alcohol getting to him, and part of him wanted to pull Iwaizumi into his lap just to get him closer. As soon as he tried, though, Iwaizumi separated from him, panting and wiping saliva from his mouth.

“Is your idea of therapy making out on the beach under the stars? Because I’d be happy with that,” Oikawa said.
“In a way. It could end up like that.” Iwaizumi shoved his keys into his pocket and opened the car door. “Help me unload everything.”

To Oikawa’s dismay, they didn’t make their way to the beach. To his greater dismay, they instead climbed a sloping cliff that overlooked the ocean, carrying the heavy bags of booze and glasses in each hand. Well, to be fair, Iwaizumi just had Oikawa carry one bag while he handled the rest, but it still made his knee crack more than what was comfortable.

Upon reaching the summit, he collapsed among the grass and rock and rolled onto his back to face the sky. Wind bristled through his hair and he could feel the bug flitting about across his face. There weren’t any clouds for miles that would keep Oikawa from counting the stars above his head. He heard Iwaizumi shifting the glass bottles and aluminum cans around in the bags and sat up.

“What are we doing?” he asked again.
“Like I told you, therapy.”

Iwaizumi held a hand out to Oikawa and pulled him to his feet once more. He plucked a case of beer from the shopping bag closest to them and handed it to him.

“Hajime, I don’t want to drink anymore.”
“I know you don’t.” Iwaizumi grabbed a case for himself and cracked open the first can. “Let’s make sure that happens.” He kissed the back of Oikawa’s hand before walking to the edge of the cliff, and turning the beer upside down. Oikawa watched as the contents fell out of sight, dissolving into the black ocean stories below their feet. Iwaizumi shook out the last of it and tossed the empty can back into the bag.

“Your turn.”

Oikawa stared at the case of beer in his hands.

He set it down, grabbed a can, and popped it open. At home, he’d raise the rim to his lips and down it within a minute. But at the top of the world, with Iwaizumi’s gaze fixed on him, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else but flinging the contents as far away from him as possible. It fizzed in the air and some of it splashed back against Oikawa’s clothes, but he didn’t care; he wanted it gone. Gone fast enough that he wouldn’t think to take even a sip. Once the can was empty, he threw it to the ground and crushed it under his foot.

When he looked up, Iwaizumi was grinning and applauding his performance. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Iwaizumi grabbed another can and dumped it out. Oikawa took two at a time, popped them open, and shook them out; he took another two, popped them open, and shook them out; two more; two more; two more until his arms ached and he was out of breath. And they still had three more bags to empty.

“Fuck,” Oikawa panted, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “This is a lot.”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi said, leaning on his knees and shaking his head back and forth. “We gotta keep going, though. Get rid of all of it.”
Oikawa stumbled over to the remaining bags and took out a case of hard lemonade. He squinted at the metal caps and asked, “Did we bring an opener?”
A pause. “Oh, dammit.”
“That’s okay.” Oikawa raised the bottles over his head. “I’ll just smash them.”
Iwaizumi opened his mouth like he was going to argue – probably with something like, “We can’t just leave glass all over the place or dump it in the ocean like that.” But then he waved his arm and said, “Go for it.”

Oikawa launched the bottles across the cliff and they shattered at the far edge with a satisfying burst. A smile curled onto his lips. He took up the entire shopping bag and yanked out another bottle of he didn’t care what, and threw that, as well. It landed just short of the edge and ricocheted into the water. He chuckled. Three more, hurled one after the other, exploded against the rock. Oikawa erupted in peals of laughter as a strong breeze ripped through his hair and gusted underneath his shirt.

“Careful that the glass doesn’t fly back at you, dumbass,” Iwaizumi called, but when Oikawa looked at him he found that he was about to do the exact same thing with a bottle of whiskey. Iwaizumi grunted as he raised the bottle over his head and smashed it at his feet. “Shit, that feels good.”
“Right!?” Oikawa looked forward to peering into the bag on his other arm for more bottles to break. As he chucked another one, he laughed again, “It’s exhilarating!”
“Good!” Iwaizumi shouted. “Keep going!”

The time flew by. The sounds of their yelping and laughter climbed over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Soon Oikawa was crouching by the edge and breaking shot glass after martini glass after wine glass against the face of the cliff. Glittering pieces disappeared in the foaming water and to hell with the world if that made him some anti-environment asshole. He was still a little tipsy, anyway; what did he care? This was his therapy. This was his rebirth. This was his happiness.

Oikawa went back to the bags once last time, only to find them empty. Iwaizumi stood before him, holding the half-empty whiskey bottle he’d been nursing just an hour ago.

“Wanna do the honors?” Iwaizumi asked.
Oikawa caught Iwaizumi by the wrist and replied, “Do it with me.”
A grin that could outshine the sun. “Of course.”

They faced the edge of the cliff together, and held the bottle over their heads.

“One…”
“Two…”
“Three!”

And just like that, Oikawa was free.

Iwaizumi’s breathing was loud in his ears. Oikawa leaned his head against Iwaizumi’s shoulder and swayed back and forth.

“All gone,” Iwaizumi whispered. “All gone.”
“All gone,” Oikawa repeated, moments before an overwhelming sickness made his stomach churn. He bolted from Iwaizumi’s arms with a strangled grunt, and kneeled at the edge of the cliff just in time to vomit into the ocean. His eyes burned at the awfully familiar sensation and shards of glass pricked the palms of his hands. Iwaizumi rubbed his back until he stopped heaving.

“Okay, it wasn’t all gone before,” Iwaizumi chuckled. “Now it is.”
Oikawa wiped his eyes and coughed. “I never wanna have to do that again.”
“Good. Because you won’t.” Iwaizumi kissed the side of his jaw. “I’ll make sure of that.”

OMG Thank youuu

I didn't even realized I filled two your prompts :'))
That just shows how much I enjoyed them!!

warnings: werewolves
wordcount: 485

"It would probably be better," Kuroko says, taking the deflated basketball from Murasakibara's mouth, getting slobber all over his hands in the process, "if Murasakibara-kun didn't try to eat the ball."

Murasakibara snorts lethargically, shakes his dark purple fur, and wanders off to the far corner of the court to lie down, resting his long face on his paws and peering up at Kuroko in lazy disdain.

It's always like this. Kuroko doesn't even go to school with any of his middle school basketball team members anymore, but Momoi is busy tonight, apparently, and so it falls to Kuroko to makes sure things don't get out of hand.

"It was just a thought," Kuroko adds, plucking at his wristband as Kise tangles himself between his legs, tale thwapping repeatedly at the back of Kuroko's thighs. "I'm not going to pet you, Kise-kun." He tries to sound firm, but he's not very good at that. "Perhaps we could practice passing?"

Midorima, white marks around his eyes like a furry pair of spectacles, gracefully trots over to the container with the rest of Teiko's practice balls and nudges another one out with his nose. Hanging around his neck is a plastic recorder, today's Oho Asa item.

Playing basketball, Kuroko thinks, is always a little difficult on the night of the full moon. It had been a shock, after he'd been made a regular, to find out that five members of the Teiko Middle School basketball team were werewolves, but Akashi had reassured him that it was nothing to worry about, with one eyebrow arched and his arms crossed, and Kuroko had taken his word for it, because Akashi doesn't need long canine teeth and pause to look like a predator.

Grabbing a ball himself, he tosses it smoothly to Kise, who smacks it with his paw right at Akashi, who reclines on the open bleachers with a shogi board and occasionally looks out across the gymnasium judgmentally. At the sound of the ball next to him, Akashi stretches out his back, red fur rippling dangerously, and Kise yelps, bounding over to the other side of the court.

Really, Kuroko thinks, he's very satisfied that no one on Seirin's team has any unexplained transformations for him to deal with. (Although he has his doubts about Kagami-kun, considering the way he eats.)

Aomine, bored and bouncing a basketball by himself on the other side of the court, howls angrily, and Kuroko turns around to find him swatting viciously at Kise, who now seems to think Aomine's tail is more interesting than basketball, and definitely more worth catching in his teeth.

"Aomine-kun," Kuroko says, after taking a moment to appreciate that his five former teammates personalities don't seem to change with their shapes, "please don't kill Kise-kun."

Aomine's baleful glower is interrupted by the sound of another popping ball, and Kuroko doesn't bother to stop Murasakibara from eating this one.

No warnings apply.

♫ Take time to realize~ to realize ~ ♪

No warnings apply.

♫ And baby, how we spoon like no one else ~ ♪

No warnings apply.

♫ these hands are meant to hold ♪

SCREAMS ABOUT RENT. I'm sad I'm not caught up on HQ!! manga and don't know most of these characters well. ;___;

Ennoshita Chikara/Akaashi Keiji, Haikyuu!!

Should've Been Us - Tori Kelly
Art of Letting You Go - Tori Kelly
Beautiful Things - Tori Kelly
Mess We've Made - AJ Rafael ft. Tori Kelly

Ibitani Ryou / Machimiya Eikichi, Yowapeda

Red - Taylor Swift
Stars - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Atlas - Shannon Saunders

I'm sorry Ibitani

Oh my g o d

THIS IS PERFECT AND painful BUT IN THE BEST WAY. I have such a love for Arakita and his character arc and the way you showed it here, along with his relationship with Fukutomi is so so meaningful and perfect.

The end especially cut me deep. Oh, Arakita, if life would only let you catch your breathe for once before throwing another mountain at you ;; Thank you for this absolute delight of a fill!!!!!

Matsuoka Rin / Nanase Haruka, Free!

Islands - Hey Ocean!
I Am A Heart - Hey Ocean!
Maps - Hey Ocean!

I'M LAUGHIGN OMFG THIS IS GREAT THANK YOU FOR THE READ!

gosh darnit murasakibara-kun stop eating the balls. just because [insert other ship character] isn't there, you go chasing for other balls tsk tsk

Oh noooooo it's so cute. :D :D :D

Ushijima Wakatoshi / Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

Monster - Lady Gaga
Cannibal - Kesha
Eat You Up - BoA

It's probably what you think

yea idk

Edited 2015-07-02 15:28 (UTC)

NICE i'm v glad it inspired you!! basically when AJ asked for bokuaka angst my mind immediately went to songs about depression and the transience of young love... so......

Word count: 952w

Rei huffs, turning away from the blond boy who continues to follow him, choosing to ignore him and walk away and darts in between dancing couples and groups of people talking in hopes of losing him.

“Come back! I haven’t even-“ the boy is lost along with his voice to the crowd and Rei sighs in relief. He hadn’t escaped because the blond was annoying – even though he was annoying to the point that if Rei had to choose between listening to him talk or dealing with Momotarou, he would hands down choose Momotarou – but because the blond was infuriatingly attractive. And he knew it, if the blond’s choice of clothing was any indication.

The way the tight, skinny jeans hugged his legs and his thighs, the way the blond’s shirt revealed a little too much skin if the wearer were to do so much as to raise his arms… It flustered Rei to no end. And a flustered Rei basically meant a red, stammering and embarrassing Rei. So, in order to save his dignity, he quickly escaped the boy’s clutches even though all Rei wanted was to have them draped on each other, drunk from kisses and hands roaming each other’s body.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Rei collapses into a barstool by the Matsuoka’s kitchen, watching everyone dance and have fun while he was left sitting on the sidelines all alone. Not wanting to further make himself dejected, he twists the seat until he was just facing the island counter and instead busies himself with the snacks provided at the party.

Or, well, he was going to until something yellow whizzed past him and appeared on the other side of the table with a grin, making him choke on a cheese cube.

“Hi! It’s me again. Anyways, as I was saying before you so rudely decided to run away earlier, my name is Hazuki Nagisa. I’m a second year! How about you, Rei-chan?” Nagisa grins at Rei, mouth too wide and his face too bright for a Matsuoka party. Rei coughs, embarrassed, and turns to hide his slowly reddening cheeks, forgetting to reply to the blond's question.

He contemplates running away but before he could, the blond was already parking himself on Rei’s lap, ignoring the fact that they can definitely fall and break a bone or two from their combined weight.

“N-nagisa-kun, can you please get off? This chair is going to break and-“ Rei stops when soft, slightly chapped lips pressed themselves against his. He holds back a pleased moan and instead places his hands on Nagisa’s hips, chair be damned. (The Matsuokas were rich anyways. They can afford to buy another one.)

It’s because of this, Nagisa’s lips and Nagisa’s fingers running themselves through his hair that he fails to notice the chair protesting from their weight. In a few seconds, he hears a snap before they fall, Nagisa letting out surprised yelp. Re's back takes the brunt of it as it makes contact with the wooden floor, causing a hiss of pain to escape from his lips.

Rei groans and struggles to sit up, his back screaming in pain. The weight on him disappears and small hands are pulling at his shoulders gently, helping him sit up. He opens his eyes and almost closes them again at the sight of everyone staring at him, music turned down and conversations hushed. He’s wishing for the ground to swallow him up when he hears a loud, clear voice come from beside him.

“What are you all looking at? It’s like you’ve never seen someone fall before.” Oh god. "Honestly, if you haven't then you're all boring, not having fallen for someone before. Quite literally might I add." Oh god. “Are you okay, Rei-chan?” Oh go- wait.

“How did you know my name?” Nagisa’s cheeks redden slightly at his question.

“A friend might have mentioned it in passing,” The blond mumbles, eyes shifting to someone in the crowd.

Rei follows his gaze and sees Makoto, Haruka and Rin watching them from across the room. Makoto immediately shifts his gaze to the floor, but Rin and Haruka continue to stare unabashedly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well then.”

Nagisa smiles wryly and stands up, helping Rei up as well. “I’d love to talk some more, Rei-chan, but unfortunately I’ve got to go or I’ll miss my train.” He smiles, eyes twinkling, and that’s all the warning Rei gets before he’s suddenly enveloped into a hug, his nose buried into blond curls.

Then Nagisa’s pulling away as quickly as he had hugged him and all Rei catches is the faint smell of the ocean and strawberries before Nagisa is disappearing into the crowd with a wave of farewell.

Ah, so it is too good to be true. Rei looks back to the trio of upper classmen and, upon seeing them watching him, decides to call it a night. He's had his fair share of adventures already, he's not up for another one.

Rei heads for the door, avoiding Momotarou doing the keg stand and narrowly avoiding a distressed Aiichirou who runs to catch his falling roommate. Rei doubts he'll see Nagisa again except for group hangouts since he'd forgotten to exchange contact information with the blond.

Maybe next time.

(It’s when he’s collapsing into his bed, too tired to get up and change into sleepwear that he hears the crunching of paper. He shifts and, after digging into his back pocket, finds a yellow post-it note so similar in color to Nagisa’s hair. Letting out a small, almost silent, squeal, he grabs his phone, keys in the numbers before closing the lights.

On the post-it note it reads:

‘Call me maybe?
Hazuki Nagisa ;)
xxx-xxxx’)

--

Hello~ It was fun filling this! I hope it meets your expectations or at least, some of it. Thanks for reading! (I haven't read through it so forgive me for any mistakes.)

Edited 2015-07-02 08:35 (UTC)

Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!)

Heaven Tonight - Hole
Sweets - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Tu Veux Jouer - Betty And The Werewolves
8th Wonder - The Gossip

OHOHOHO

ooh! i'm interested to see what you come up with :>

Arakita Yasutomo/Shinkai Hayato OR Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu Yowamushi Pedal, Haikyuu!!

Burn The Pages - Sia
The Reason - Hoobastank
Free The Animal - Sia (sorta NSFW? The lyrics are a bit violent/intense)

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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

Bonus Round 3: FSTs

Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, M?

PROMPT: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE

FILL: TEAM Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, M

Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, M?

FILL: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

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

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

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

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

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

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

FILL: TEAM AKASHI SEIJURO/KUROKO TETSUYA, PG

PROMPT: TEAM TSUKISHIMA KEI/YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Re: PROMPT: TEAM TSUKISHIMA KEI/YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Re: PROMPT: TEAM TSUKISHIMA KEI/YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA