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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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Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

lmfao i just read a fic of laura's and commented 'god'

we are on

the same wavelength

tfw you have flashbacks because you reminder times growing up where you were this Yamaguchi

This was really good thank you for writing it! ;A;

ALSO TY

oh nooooooooooooo. This was exactly what I asked for and yet I was not prepared. ;v; Come back, Hinataaaaa. Thank you for filling this prompt!! ;;

hnnnng i know right, i feel you yams ;o;

Glad you liked this! <3

Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin (ywpd)

Asereje - Las Ketchup
Macarena - Los Del Rio
Chicken Dance - Werner Thomas
Gangnam Style - Psy

you can all fucking blame Twitter for this

OH NO THEY ARE TOO CUTE

Yachi... look at her sweet sunshine face..... <3

no major warnings apply, brief swearing. futurefic.
700 words

kentarou puts shigeru back together with his hands and surprisingly soft words, with his unyielding faith in his captain, in his abilities. he’s never had to describe what it was like to fill the shoes iwaizumi hajime left behind; everyone can see it. besides, as ace and wing spiker, the points he scores are his.

shigeru's victories are aobajousai’s victories, and his losses are theirs. he depends on spikers for points and blockers and their libero for defense; he is, body and soul, bound to seijou--so they look to him, up at him, and expect victory.

“shh, you did good,” kentarou whispers, breath warm against shigeru’s ear, and shigeru doesn’t even correct him: he did well (but the truth is: he did poorly). he doesn’t cry, just folds up his lips and lets the regret boil up in him until he shakes, shoulders trembling.

oikawa tooru wouldn’t have cried this way.

"shh," he says again, like shigeru will actually cry, or something. he takes his hand in his, callouses in different places and palms rougher than his, broader than his. for attack, not defense. shigeru knows exactly how those hands work (on him, with him) and knows that when he takes them, kentarou takes them seriously.

"it's not just you. we all lost. you could have done better. but so could i." his eyes are still sunken in, like he hasn't gotten much sleep, and shigeru finally braces himself, looks into them and doesn't tear away his gaze. "yeah, that's right. i said it. i meant it."

"you're telling me that i didn't work hard enough?" there's a strange sense of invulnerability to seijou that shigeru has always cherished.

"of course not," kentarou snorts. "it's just like you to pick out that immediately. no, what i'm saying is--and i'm only saying this once, okay--you're our captain. mine, too. and we look up to you. we don't blame you for our losses. we blame ourselves." he shrugs. "i could have scored more points. i could have played a better game. but you--you're a setter. you have to trust us to score. and today, your trust was the same as it always was." he looks somber, more grown-up than the punkass kid that shigeru shoved into a wall a year ago. "so just trust me, okay? you did good today."

shigeru doesn't quite manage his thank you. it's caught somewhere in his throat, on his tongue, and kentarou eyes him like he's radioactive. "what?"

"no," he manages. "that's just. that's really--i didn't expect to hear that from you."

kentarou's laugh is short and sharp, huffed in from his nose and barked out. "god, how are you still this much of an asshole?"

"i'm not," shigeru says defensively, straightening his shoulders. "only with you."

"yeah," kentarou agrees. "just with me." he leans back, satisfied grin slowly growing on his face. "feel better yet?"

"not because of you," he frowns.

"don't look like that. pretty boys shouldn't make those faces."

"stop calling me pretty." but shigeru gets himself up from the dirt and dusts off his shorts. the captain's mantle falls on him again, the heavy crown almost pressing in at his temples. "get up," he sighs. "we have to face them again. gotta go home."

"guess so. we could always leave them here." shigeru offers him his hand, and cracks a little smile when kentarou takes it, hauls himself up. he doesn't let go. "do you think kindaichi is still over being left behind from last year?"

"we could find out." shigeru glances back down at their hands, joined together. "but we should go back inside. can't risk him not being over it, you know?"

kentarou stares at him, stares until shigeru squeezes his hand in his. "oh. yeah." he drops shigeru's hand completely, flushes pink from his cheeks. shigeru's hand feels cooler. he can hear kindaichi's voice calling, "yahaba-san?" and it's a little thread that pulls him from the little private space they share back to seijou, back to their castle walls.

kentarou's hand reaches out and clasps his wrist. "this is okay, right?" he grunts, and looks straight ahead. shigeru pinks in the face himself, briefly, and grins. "yeah, thought so."

Edited 2015-07-03 07:48 (UTC)

nsfw--polyamory, swearing, it’s just straight-up porn idk im really sorry
1198 words

sometimes, when daichi wants it, he asks asahi to fuck him roughly.

he breaches the subject easily, obviously, with that dead-serious look in his eyes and a really, really soft smile that scares asahi (but only slightly, if the little shudder down his spine can be called fear at all).

asahi hedges at the edge of the bed, nervous at the sight of him. koushi does, admittedly, most of the work--sucks at the skin of daichi’s inner thighs and swallows him until he’s jerking his hips up, prepares him with long fingers and drawn-out kisses. asahi admires the sight: they’ve always fit so well together, and daichi twists his body down, lifts up his hips for something bigger, for more force. koushi softly massages his balls until daichi screws shut his eyes. "i want it, i want it," he pants, and koushi withdraws his touch.

that's when daichi opens his eyes and hits asahi with that stare, big brown eyes and an unshakeable trust that makes asahi want to please him. "fuck me," he groans, and asahi isn't going to run away from that. from them.

he goes slow, easing into daichi like he'll break him (knows he won't, they've done this before, but each and every time asahi wants to lay down and go slow, fuck him open and easy). "asahi," daichi frowns, and he drags out his name in three syllables, slow as melting ice, a-sa-hi. "i'm not fragile."

"i know," he mumbles, and he braces his hands on daichi's hips.

"i want this, come on, come on--" and koushi is kissing daichi quiet, ash-grey head covering daichi's face from asahi's sight. "mm," he complains, and koushi laughs at him. reaches up to kiss asahi too, fists his hands in long hair and yanks at his scalp.

daichi mouths at the skin of koushi's inner thigh and it makes him bite into the kiss, teeth against asahi's lip and he jerks from the sensation, thrusts up and jolts daichi from his position on the bed. "yeah, do that again."

"bossy," koushi giggles, and asahi grins nervously, tightens his grip on daichi's hips.

"that's right," daichi nods, sighs, rocks his hips, fucks himself on asahi's cock until asahi can't not move.

he likes it slow, likes worshipping koushi with his legs spread open and tongue flicking into him, likes it when koushi makes that high-pitched sigh that exhales sharp from his lungs. he likes it gentle, when daichi has him on his back and it's so good, and asahi can close his eyes, just concentrate. they're the only two people in the world who love asahi enough to do this, and daichi is asking him for something he wants. he can do this.

"make him cry," koushi whispers, grinning, and asahi's lips twitch into an answering smile. maybe. koushi always likes to watch, observing the little scraps of daichi’s control erode under asahi’s touch.

koushi twines his fingers in with daichi's when they scrabble for purchase. asahi's the tallest out of them, the most powerful--it was always evident, but when he fucks it's with a smooth stroke, a rhythm that gets daichi arching for him, for more. "god, that's good," he gasps, and his hips rise up to meet asahi's in answer.

asahi pins him down for it, and daichi lets out an approving groan. his hips will have bruises tomorrow when they're done, and they'll fade in the coming days--but until then, koushi will kiss them, press at them until daichi pins asahi with that stare again. "fuck me, fuck--god--"

there are these little noises that escape him sometimes, when asahi is so overwhelmed by the tight heat of koushi's body and when daichi clenches around him, purposeful, almost daring him to go faster. "yes, that's good," and the little praise makes asahi go faster, harder. daichi shakes with the in-stroke, opens up his mouth for koushi to feed him his cock.

he makes a little sigh of satisfaction when daichi swallows around him, chokes a little on him when asahi is particularly rough. but it's not a ‘no’ and it's not a ‘stop’; asahi will always be amazed at daichi's capacity to give, and his fingertips dig into the skin above his hipbones.

"this is good," koushi gasps, face red from exertion. he drifts his fingertips down to daichi's nipples, twists at them until daichi bucks back, fucks himself harder down on asahi's cock. daichi tightens around asahi again when he pushes in particularly sharply.

koushi reaches further, takes daichi's cock in his hand and strokes, strokes until his spine curves in a single perfect arch. asahi is so tired, but cannot stop until daichi comes--can't come until he does, can't tear himself away from his mouth stretched by koushi's cock and his sweaty legs wrapped around his waist. daichi makes a choked noise, and koushi pulls out immediately, asahi's hips stuttering to a stop.

"on my face, fuck, please--" koushi jacks himself on his knees, cockhead pointed at daichi's open mouth. paints him in white streaks, and daichi looks so happy that asahi can't quite help himself. he knows the feeling: like koushi, he’d give daichi anything he wants, anything within his power at all, so he slams into him, draws out that involuntary whine and makes him repeat it. "i'm coming," he pants, and he tightens around asahi again, that absolute trust still in his eyes.

falling forward, asahi stays as still as he can, fills daichi up and presses into him. his hips still jerk slightly while daichi comes, cock pressed between their bodies, and he waits, knows daichi likes how full he feels with his satisfaction thrumming in his veins. daichi grins, grinds down his hips and leans his head forward, presses his lips to asahi’s. he sucks on his tongue, teeth briefly clacking against his, and pulls away to whisper in his ear, “come on, asahi, i’m waiting--” and it makes asahi come for him, soft breaths and forehead dropping down to the bed, limbs shaking.

“no, not yet,” daichi says, soft and low, and koushi presses himself up against daichi, prone on the bed, and combs his fingers through asahi’s hair. “just a little longer.” so asahi keeps himself in daichi, until he shifts his hips, uncomfortable at last. koushi kisses his discomfort away when asahi finally pushes himself off the bed, goes to find something to wipe them clean. “asahi,” he laughs, and points at the fingermarks on his own skin. koushi takes the wet towel from asahi and wipes off daichi’s face, follows the towel and kisses him on the high planes of his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his mouth. “look.”

“do i have to?” but daichi takes asahi’s hands in his when he’s close enough, guides them to where they were before and presses down gently. “oh. yeah.”

“good job.” but daichi’s blissed-out face is worth it, his contentment seeping into asahi’s bones.

koushi pulls asahi back to the bed. “come on, middle spoon.”

“can’t i take a shower?” but asahi’s never been able to resist him. “please?”

“later,” he laughs. “later, together.”

and it’s a promise asahi intends to make them keep.

Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin (ywpd)

Unchained Melody - Righteous Brothers (lyrics)
The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra (lyrics)
L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole (lyrics)

No major warning apply.
Word Count: 1945
A/N: A butt-ton of pining and consistent denial to have a feelings jam.

---

He’s always played the part of a spectator, even though he’s up there with them on the grand stage. There was an invisible wall that distanced Kindaichi from them, or in particular, him. Whether it was the age gap, grade level, or peer groups, they all dictated their situational circumstances.

Nevertheless, the essence of the matter was Kindaichi could never catch him. Iwaizumi always had one foot out the door, and Kindaichi could only wait and cherish the moments that he did have with him – what little time they had together.

It’s a bit unfair to let him have a taste, enough to get addicted, only to have that taken away from him after a school year passes.

Kindaichi nudged the water bottle in front of him, and grabbed it before it toppled over. He looked up and watched the 3-on-3-practice scrimmage of their third and second years.

His eyes trained on a certain person.

Watari easily received the serve from the opposing side and passed it to Oikawa, who then set it high up for…

Kindaichi was captivated as he watched him pull back from the net, effortlessly getting into step with his approach. He soared for a brief moment before the resonating thud of the ball hitting the other side of the gym echoed in tune with his feet landing back on his side of the court.

His group cheered. Oikawa peace signing, Watari expressing a satisfied smile of his own, and Iwaizumi…

Kindaichi’s heart fluttered and his breath caught as a jovial laugh escaped their ace’s lips. All outside noise faded to a soft hum as his laughter rang out. The only other audible sound that he was painfully aware of was the thrumming of his own heartbeat.

His grip on the water bottle tightened.

One year.

He had less than one year to do something about this.

--

[time skip – 5 years later]

Reunions are supposed to be a joyous and exciting occasion, right? Then, why did Kindaichi feel nervous around such familiar faces.

Well, the answer was less than 20 feet away from him as a certain group caused commotion near the banquet hall’s front doors.

Kindaichi turned around and hoped they wouldn’t notice him, but they zeroed in on his location as if he had a big neon “OVER HERE” sign looming above him.

“Oh! Is that Kindaichi?”

“Whoa, you’ve gotten taller!”

“Well, five years is a long time Makki, and puberty does wonders to people.”

“As if you’d know.”

“Of course! Puberty was very kind to Oikawa-san.”

“The only thing that grew was your ego and legion of fans, but I guess something had to remain proportional.”

“You guys, we’re here to see our old batch mates and juniors again, not to bicker.”

“Always the voice of reason, Mattsun.”

“You’re no fun, man.”

Kindaichi cleared his throat and stood up straighter, “It is nice though, this kind of stuff brings back old memories.” He grinned at them in a reserved manner before noticing how a certain someone was missing from the group.

Oikawa was the first one to pick up on his confusion and with a certain glint in his eyes, that Kindaichi missed, he gestured off-handedly how Iwa-chan had to go park the car.

“Mattsun, Makki, how about you guys get us some drinks?”

“What? Why do we have to get your drink—”

Matsukawa picked up on Oikawa’s intent and pulled Hanamiki along with him. “Come on, let’s go get his royal highness his fruity beverage.”

“Fine, but we’re stopping by the buffet after. I’m starving.”

“You just ate before we left.”

“This is a judgment free zone here.”

“I’ll race you then.”

“You’re on!”

As the two ran off to wreak havoc at the buffet bar, Oikawa sidled up next to Kindaichi who was doing a good job of wanting to become one with the wall. The older of the two leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, looking straight ahead at the guests mingling with old friends.

“He’s with us today.”

The abrupt statement caught Kindaichi off guard. “Pardon?”

“Iwaizumi. He’s here today.” Oikawa glanced at him briefly before looking back at the crowd.

Kindaichi wasn’t sure how to respond, so he gave what he hoped was a safe answer. “Okay.”

It wasn’t what Oikawa wanted to hear as he could see the other purse his lips in thought and let out a small sigh.

“Don’t you think you’ve let this drag on for too long?”

Kindaichi almost choked on his own spit at the bold inquisition, his posture going rigid.

“…I don’t understand what you mean– ”

“Oh, but you do.” Oikawa cut in, but then gently continued, “You shouldn’t let things go on like this.”

Kindaichi was one part confused, and two parts conflicted. He squirmed, feeling uneasy and glanced down at shoes. “Why…why are you telling me this? I thought you…and he?”

Oikawa unfolded his arms and let them rest by his sides. For a while, he didn’t answer until he spoke up in a quiet voice that was almost drowned out by the loud chatter of everyone else had Kindaichi not been listening for it.

“Maybe once upon a time, but that’s back then, and we’re not a ‘thing’ anymore. Don't worry.”

“You guys really broke up? I thought that was just gossip!” Kindaichi tactlessly blurted out in his startled state.

Oikawa forgot how blunt his junior could be in times like these. “It was a clean break.”

“…Kunimi told me you guys weren’t on speaking terms with each other for months…”

Now it was Oikawa who shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I guess no one’s perfect then, huh?” He admitted with a rueful smile. Kindaichi felt like Oikawa was exposing a vulnerable part of himself that he had to look away to give the man some time to compose himself.

“But.”

That got his attention.

“But,” Oikawa started again, “just because it didn’t work out with someone doesn’t mean it can’t work out with another.” As he said ‘another’ his gaze flickered towards him.

“But I just can’t go up there and…uhm…Oikawa-san…?”

The man in question suddenly pushed off from the wall, spun around, and faced Kindaichi to pin him down with an intense stare. “I don’t know why you think you need someone’s special approval to ask out Iwaizumi,” with this Kindaichi felt his face heat up and was ready to voice his protests but Oikawa carried on, “and if it really doesn't matter, why must you keep hiding it - even back then?”

Kindaichi felt his throat and mouth dry up, does this mean someone knew about his feelings from the very start?

Oikawa understood the panic that was forming on Kindaichi’s face and assured him that it was pretty obvious to everyone else, except maybe for their romantically dense ace.

“But…how?”

“Those fleeting stares of affection, the warm endearment reflected in your eyes, I’ve seen those all before…experienced them first-handedly.” Oikawa admitted rather bashfully.

“Oikawa-san, I don’t know what to say, I—”

“Yes, you do. If you’ve harbored feelings for him for as long as you say, then you’ve practiced the lines he – no, both of you – need to hear, countless times before.”

Kindaichi felt the tips of his ears warm up because it may have been true. All that time spent practicing in front of a mirror, only to clam up once facing the actual person who held his affections.

He tried again to convince the brunet that it wouldn’t matter now; people and feelings change, but before he could the crowd in front of them welcomed another person into the banquet hall.

“Iwaizumi! Long time no see!”

“Hey, how are you doing? Still living it up in Tokyo?”

Oikawa grinned. “Ah, the man of the hour finally shows up.” He turned toward Kindaichi, “Showtime, yeah?” He tilted his head toward where the crowd was thinning out and through it came Iwaizumi.

Five years seemed so long, and yet it felt like only yesterday since he’s gazed into those emerald eyes.

Oikawa waved and called over Iwaizumi.

Kindaichi was not ready.

He was coming this way.

Kindaichi turned around so his back was facing him.

Oh gods.

He needed to get out of here before Iwaizumi saw him. He needed to…

“Kindaichi,” Oikawa’s voice laced with the beginnings of a warning stopped him from fully hightailing it out of there, “Hajime is a good guy, don’t half-ass things with him.” And then Oikawa grinned cheekily, “I also won’t give up our Thursday sci-fi marathons together, so you’ll have to share him a bit. I’ve got best friend claims here too.”

“Oikawa, there you are. I can’t believe the only parking available was three blocks away…”

An all too familiar voice grumbled from behind them. Oikawa peered over Kindaichi’s shoulder and smirked. He completely did that on purpose, so he wouldn’t be able to make his escape before Iwaizumi reached them. Clever as always.

“Ah! Iwa-chan! I would love to stay here and talk about the woes of parking with you, but Mattsun and Makki have been patiently waiting over there with my drink, so I’ll leave you two to catch up!” His ex-captain gave them his trademark wink and left them alone.

"Even if the skies get rough"

“Sorry, about him he’s a little…hey wait, Kindaichi? Is that you?”

"I’m still looking up"

Kindaichi inhaled, held it in, and then slowly exhaled. He clenched and unclenched his fist, mentally preparing himself for the confrontation that awaited him.

He slowly turned around and felt the air knocked out of him just like during a certain practice match, five years ago. Iwaizumi was good-looking even back in high school, but the passage of time had matured his boyish face into the handsome man that stood before him today.

“You’re looking well,” Iwaizumi commented and then smiled. Kindaichi swore the Earth stopped rotating on its axis right there and then.

“Shall we go join the others?” Iwaizumi turned and started to walk away from him, that familiar strong back a painful and yet comforting sight.

‘don’t you think you’ve let this drag on for too long?’

‘you have to do something about it.’

‘just because it didn’t work out with someone doesn’t mean it can’t work out with another.’

All those years of Iwaizumi reaching out to him. Offering words of encouragement and advice, patting his back or shoulder on a job well done. Years spent achingly wondering if this was just admiration, or something more.

Kindaichi wanted something beyond congratulatory pats. He yearned for those eyes to look at him with a different kind of affection.

"I’m giving you all my love"

So, for the first time, it was Kindaichi who reached out to him.

“Wait! Iwaizumi-san…I need to tell you something.”

"And I won’t give up on us"

---
[time skip – months later]

Morning sunlight filtered through the slits of the half-opened blinds, slowly warming up the room and its occupants. The distant hum of the A/C and morning commuters was the soundtrack of the morning.

Kindaichi grunted and adjusted his hold on the person who was in his embrace. Said person already awake. He felt the warm puffs of air on his chest as the person exhaled.

Kindaichi mumbled out a sleepy good morning and buried his face in surprisingly soft dark hair. Feeling very content to just lie there all day.

“Good morning to you too, Yuutarou.”

He smiled at the use of his first name and placed a soft kiss on Iwaizumi's forehead, his eyes locking with beautiful green ones full of warmth and love. “Every morning with you is a good one, Hajime.”

So, I won’t hesitate no more, no more
There is no need to complicate
Our time is short
I’m yours
x-o-x-o-x

Edited 2015-07-03 08:52 (UTC)

Ishigaki Koutarou/Midousuji Akira (ywpd)

violent imagery warn for some of the songs?

Surgeon - St Vincent (lyrics)
Teeth - Lady Gaga (lyrics)
Monster - Kanye West (lyrics)
Monster Hospital (MSTRKRFT Remix) - Metric (lyrics)
Monster - Lady Gaga (lyrics)

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka (Free!)

Don't Speak - No Doubt (lyrics)
The Jeep Song - The Dresden Dolls (lyrics)
Battle Scars - Lupe Fiasco (lyrics)
Can't Cry These Tears - Garbage (lyrics)
Blow Me (One Last Kiss) - Pink (lyrics)

i'm so sorry...

Edited 2015-07-03 08:57 (UTC)

Ashikiba Takuto & or / Aoyagi Hajime, Doubashi Masakiyo, Fukutomi Juichi or Onoda Sakamichi (ywpd)

Jurassic Park Theme Song (Melodica Cover)
20th Century Fox Theme (Recorder Cover)
2001 Space Odyssey (Orchestral Version)

Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin (ywpd)

violence/guns/death warn for #2 and #3

Miserlou - Dick Dale and His Del Tones (Pulp Fiction OST)
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC (lyrics)
Cops and Robbers - The Hoosiers (lyrics)

Edited 2015-07-03 10:21 (UTC)

No major warnings

tumblr isn't working for me at the moment so i had to upload it elsewhere. I'M SORRY I'M TERRIBLY OUT OF PRACTICE

No major warnings apply.

Edited 2015-07-03 11:03 (UTC)

You are welcome, I'm glad you like it! <333

Ashikiba Takuto & Fukutomi Juichi, Haiba Lev & Kuroo Tetsurou or Aoyagi Hajime & Kaburagi Issa (ywpd & HQ!!)

nsfw-ish for #1

Teach Me How to Dougie - Cali Swag District (lyrics)
Follow Me - 2NE1 (lyrics - scroll down for English)
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk

bonus:
Buttercup (I'm a Super Girl) - Shonen Knife (lyrics)

Edited 2015-07-03 12:03 (UTC)

>:0 Ive been trying to come up with a good senpai-kouhai mix all week...

i really wanted to squeeze "Strong in the Real Way" from Steven Universe on it too but it didn't seem to quite fit...

THAT FIRST TIME SKIP DID THINGS TO ME
i was like yeah !! go get him lil kindaichi
and then ... no ... five years ...... pure-hearted seijou son ...

((is it selfish of me to want the other half of this fic from iwa-chan's perspective getting hit by the how-are-you-so-attractive train))
god
oikawa pushing little turnip baby out of the nest at last :'')

EVERY MORNING WITH YOU IS A GOOD ONE
E V E RY MO RN I N G W ITH YOU IS A G OO D ON E !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lays down on the floor and cries into my hands
pure-hearted dumb seijou son
you have done it
eagle has landed, you have finally
Won the heart of ur dreams

this was so cute !! really really adorable n heartfelt n ><;; very innocent-hearted just the way kindaichi is thank u
ur qt too :D :D :D for cooking this up :D :D :D
bless ur heart :D :D :D :D

THIS IS SO CUTE

no warnings, brief kissing
Words: 1175

"Kageyama-kun, I'm stealing your iPod!"

"Don't touch my things," he hissed back, but mostly for show. He didn't care if Hinata looked through his music collection. What was he going to find? His math homework was more important than defending access to a mixed bag of mp3s he'd amassed over the years. In fact, Hinata should've been working on his homework, too, since their eligibility to play depended on them keeping their grades up, which was why they'd started this study group to begin with (dating had come later, after Hinata explained that he had to face the wall when Kageyama worked on science because he was too sexy when he pouted); but Hinata was Hinata. His attention span for anything but volleyball was about as long as a goldfish's memory, and if Kageyama tried to make him focus when his focusing muscles were tired, all he'd get out if it was a headache.

"We should go out to karaoke sometime," Hinata mused. He was stretched out on his back now, scrolling through song lists while rummaging through his bag for earbuds. "I want to hear you sing some of these!"

"I don't sing."

"Never?"

"Never."

"Never ever?"

Looking up from a page of formulas for sines and cosines and tangents and other things he wasn't sure he'd ever use (he didn't need their help to set a spiker's trajectory, he did that on his own, and no matter what his mom said, he still thought professional volleyball was a valid career choice), he saw Hinata's wide, impish eyes leering suggestively. Well, as close as Hinata could get to leering suggestively, anyway. He mostly looked like a tiny orange-headed muppet with a cheesy sideways grin waggling his eyebrows -- which was to say, ridiculous, and Kageyama could not believe he felt himself reflexively blushing. Kageyama blamed his memories of belting pop tunes at the shower head when his family was out and there was no one to hear. Hinata was too goofy to be properly suggestive. He was even goofy when he was kissing. It was also, you know, fun. And really, really okay, so Kageyama guessed he didn't mind goofy, but he was not even a little bit, not even to himself, about to admit that he was attracted to goofiness. So he couldn't be blushing because of Hinata's goofy face. Period.

"I. Never. Sing," he pronounced carefully at his teammate. "Now are you going to stop dicking around and do your homework?"

"That depends. See, I don't think you mean it that you never sing."

He narrowed his eyes, frown deepening on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Again with the goofy smile. "You don't hear yourself when you're cleaning up after practice, do you? You're always singing stuff under your breath. And I don't know what it is, 'cause it's in English, so it was bugging me, so I wanted to check out your iPod and see what you were singing. It's got to be on here, right? Stuff people sing is usually on their iPods somewhere."

Something cold went through Kageyama's veins. Was this what fear felt like?

He held as still as possible before he lunged for his iPod, planning to tear it out of Hinata's hands without giving his smirking boyfriend any hint of when he was going to move. But those fucking reflexes got him every single time. Hinata moved like a blur, kind of like a monkey on rocket thrusters, and Kageyama had to do a quick pivot to catch up with him on the bed. Once there, he managed to catch Hinata by the shoulders and hold him down, but the jerk had hidden his hands (and the iPod) under his back. With how little and wriggly he was, there was no way Kageyama could grab it back without Hinata getting away. The sparkle in his boyfriend's eye told him exactly the fastest way to end this: i.e., surrender, which wasn't really to his taste. But being stupid and petty and having Hinata bring it up next practice (plus not getting their homework done) might be worse. And Hinata was probably counting on that, as usual.

His smile got brighter. "Come on, Kageyama-kun. Be the bigger man!"

"That's. Not. Hard. Hinata."

But with a sigh, he shook his head and decided to end this. Looking at Hinata's eyes shine, there was only one thing he could think of. So he sang it. Kind of flat, because he was always flat, but Hinata wasn't in any position to give a shit.

"You just gotta ignite... the light. And let... it shine. Just own... the night. Like the Fourth...of July." Hinata bit his lip, probably to hold in a laugh because this had to sound stupid, but he still didn't release the iPod, and Kageyama had to turn his head away to keep from choking up. "'Cause, baby, you're a fi...rework. Come on, show 'em what... you're worth. Make 'em go-- hmph!"

One more time Hinata's stupid reflexes got him good. A hand covered in spike callouses turned his face back and Hinata's lips were getting in the way of anything he might've said or sung.

That was fine. While Hinata had his face and they were making out against the sheets, he could grab back his iPod and stick it in his pocket. And maybe he could get a little payback, too, taking the chance to get his tongue--

"Ahem," his mother cleared her throat. She was standing in the doorway. Holding a tray of milk and tiny, perfect tuna sandwiches with lettuce.

Kageyama jumped off the bed and to attention faster than he ever had in his life, with Hinata scrambling after.

"I thought with you boys so hard at work on your studies, you might want a snack. You have made some progress on your homework, I hope?"

"Yes, Mother! The sine of an angle is the quotient of the opposite side over the hypotenuse! The cosine is the adjacent side over the hypotenuse, and the tangent is the opposite over the adjacent!" It was possible that he was never going to forget that formula for the rest of his whole fucking life.

Hinata, meanwhile, assured her, "And the hypotenuse is the side opposite a right angle in a right triangle, ma'am!"

She smiled, leaving the tray of food on the table with all their books. "Very good! I'll be expecting top marks from both of you on your next test, then!" And leaving that hanging in the air, she left, and shut the door.

Top marks. Kageyama shared a glance with Hinata that was equal parts fear over remembering the 80-something scores they both got on their last math tests, and relief over finding out that his mother apparently didn't care that he had a boyfriend.

"So," Hinata said, sitting at the table and grabbing a sandwich. "Wanna do the practice quiz at the end of the chapter?"

Kageyama nodded in silent agreement until he managed to find his voice. "Yeah. Practice quiz."

Something cold went through Kageyama's veins. Was this what fear felt like?

I'M SCREAMING, THIS IS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE. The image of Kageyama singing under his breath without really noticing is SO PRECIOUS. I'm literally rolling on my bed at this fill thank you so so much for the smile you just put on my face.

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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

Bonus Round 3: FSTs

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

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T

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

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

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Naruko Shoukichi, G

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

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

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI , G

FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, G

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

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

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

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

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, T

Re: FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, T