Bonus Round 3: FSTs

[referees]

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.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Comments

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

[sylphofkarkat]

Imaizumi Shunsuke/Sugimoto Terufumi, Yowamushi Pedal

Do It for Him/Her by Pearl (Deedee Magno Hall) and Connie Maheswaran (Grace Rolek)
Hello/how are you by Nanou feat. Hatsune Miku Soft
Battle Cry by hi i'm case

[uwu_anon]

clutches my face this is so good. i dont feel confident enough in my ability to write sugimoto to fill this but boy i hope somebody does!!!!

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke, free!
warning for lots of nsfw!!! LAY THE SPICY SOUMAKO ON ME

partition — beyoncé
dirty dancer — enrique iglesias ft usher
buttons — pussycat dolls
down on me — jeremih ft 50 cent
s&m — rihanna
tonight (i'm fuckin' you) — enrique iglesias

FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, Explicit

[jtchibifan]

Major Warnings: Nudity, Sexual Content, Bondage

NA NA NA COME ON

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Aoyagi Hajime/Doubashi Masakiyo (ywpd)

Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran (lyrics)
One Way or Another - Blondie (lyrics)
Running One - Tom Twyker, Johnny Klimek, Reinhold Heil (Run Lola Run OST) (studio version) (lyrics)
(can't find Running One lyrics but they're v similar to Running Three)
Drowning - Sonic 1 OST

PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[nobetterpicture]

Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Haikyuu!!

1. I Will- The Beatles
2. I Can't Help Falling In Love With You- Elvis Presley
3. Till There Was You- The Music Man

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[aeglos]

Oikawa Tooru / Kageyama Tobio

1. hometown glory -- adele
2. chasing pavements -- adele
3. rolling in the deep -- adele

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[intricacies]

I CANT BELIEVE U ACTUALLY DID THIS

IM ON IT

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[uwu_anon]

Arakita Yasutomo & or / Fukutomi Juichi

Chapel - Nicole Dollanganger
Rabid - Nicole Dollanganger
Phantom Pains - Nicole Dollanganger

the nicole dollanganger prompt nobody asked for but im gonna deliver it anyways

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[peterpandemic]

Midorima/Takao (Kuroko no Basuke)

Bound to Happen-- The Spill Canvas
Blue-- Marina and the Diamonds
P.S. I Can Change-- Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker

FILL: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE, RATING: G

[hurristat]

Word Count: 429
No major content tags
Additional tags: angst, breakups?

Midorima Shintarou, Diary, 8/15:

You left me sitting on the floor, staring at the clean shelves of my closet. Your stack of black tanktops that wore when you worked out, when we held scrimmages, gone. I bet you still remember which one it was that we met in (you would always point it out, but I'd never remember). You'll probably try your best to forget now.

Gone, too, was the white collared shirt from high school that you wore so often. I liked that shirt, the one you wore when one day after practice in an empty locker room, you pulled the collar of my jersey down to your level and kissed me on the lips. "Shin-chan", you said, "you're so oblivious. Ask me out already" and I did.

You left me here, with all these empty shelves, and nothing to show. The tempest took them with you, raging down the stairs with a suitcase and a cardboard box, all cuss words and tears on the way down.

It's the little things that get to me, glasses on the floor as I wipe my eyes, blind. I let the little things get to me, when you would come home late at night from a long day of work, and I'd complain about being woken up, and you'd rightfully roll your eyes. When you'd put your arms around my chest as I was cooking and I'd shrug them off. On and on it went, and I let the little things get to me.

I had asked my former captain for a word of advice. He said, simply, "I state what I desire and we understand. I never have any problems in my relationships." I forgot that I was Midorima Shintarou and not Akashi Seijuurou.

And then all the things I did got to you, and you cried and you yelled -- and it makes sense. You were tired of being with someone who didn't listen. I'm tired of being someone who doesn't listen. I stood stoically as you flew away and realized I was wrong. You closed the door with a "Goodbye, Midorima." and a thud that landed in my stomach.

It wouldn't be fair for me to try to form an apology. I hurt you too much. I wish you well.

Tomorrow, I'll spread my clothes out, begin to fill in those empty shelves. Grow more, into the space I've made for myself. Settle into the differences. For now, all that's left for me to do is to close the closet doors, and wait for morning to come.

PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

[dreamyproject]

Haruka Nanase/Makoto Tachibana, Free!

1. The Saltwater Room - Owl City
2. Rather Be - Clean Bandit
3. If My Heart was a House - Owl City
4. Honey and the Bee - Owl City

sry owl city bias for this pair is so strong

PROMPT: TEAM HAIKYUU!!

[simpleruser]

Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu!!)

Paper Boats - Transistor OST
Simple and Clean - Utada Hikaru (Kingdom Hearts)
Gotta go my own way - Vanessa Hudgens (HSM2)
Life is Short - Butterfly Boucher

FILL: SWAG 2016

[(Anonymous)]

Anon. #12
tags: elements of a break-up and mild depression
lines: 21

There’s no use to dwell on thoughts
of past and damages irreversible
There’s no use to consider feelings
when we were quick to cast them aside
There’s no use to visit old memories
if we no longer visit them together
There’s no use to engage in banter
that stems from strained camaraderie
There’s no use to put anymore fronts
when you’ve torn all the walls down

There’s no use to beat ourselves up
as we delivered the blows to each other
There’s no use to keep your number
when these texts no longer send
There’s no use to anchor myself to you
when you’ve already sunk the ship
There’s no use to tell me to stop crying
as the well has already run dry

There’s no use to tell me that it was easy
because you walking away was the
hardest thing in my life.

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

[nobetterpicture]

Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Haikyuu!!

1. Roar- Katy Perry
2. Firework- Katy Perry
3. Incredible- XIA (lyric translation at video source)

put your swag on, Tobio, and shake your spaceship candy B)

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, T

[psiten]

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."

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[araakita]

Toudou/Arakita, yowapeda

Shut Up and Dance- Walk the Moon
The Takeover, The Breaks Over- Fall Out Boy
Smile- Avril Lavigne

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[araakita]

Iwaizumi/Oikawa, haikyuu!!

King and Lionheart- Of Monsters and Men
My Heart- Paramore
Right Here- Ashes Remain

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, E, Part 1/2

[saintjoy]

Explicit sexual content
((can i ever write iwaoi that isn't super fluffy, a lil smutty and vaguely angsty? the answer is no))
((also you can consider this a sequel to this fic here if you want))
Word count: 2829

Oikawa Tooru opened his eyes to an empty bed. The late morning sun danced between the folds of the curtains, casting warm patches of light across the wrinkled sheets. His arms were still outstretched and his fingers still curled around a body that left… maybe several minutes ago. Iwaizumi’s scent lingered – sweat, body oils, a slight hint of his laundry detergent. Oikawa yawned and smelled his breath. Gross. He’d forgotten to brush his teeth last night. What was he so busy doing?


Tooru finger me yeah just like that god

Keep going it felt fuck it felt good be quiet and keep sucking me off god I’m gonna come Hajime I’m gonna come…!


Oh, right. The dull throbbing in his lower back made a lot more sense as his memory came back to him.

Oikawa sat up in bed and the cotton blanket crumpled around his bare waist. He stretched his arms above his head and popped out his back, capitalizing on the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t around to lecture him about the dangers of arthritis and whatnot. It was all a myth anyway. He cracked his neck on the left side, then the right side, then the left again; rolled out his wrists and ankles; and bent all his knuckles until they sounded like firecrackers going off, one after the other. Lord, his back was tense. Maybe he’d ask Iwaizumi for another massage later.

As fluid drained out of his ears, the sound of running water grew more distinct. Dammit, Iwaizumi was taking a shower without him. Oikawa pouted even though no one was around to notice, seconds before yawning and wiping the dried mucus from his eyes. Part of him yearned to flop back against the mattress, curl up and wait for Iwaizumi to return to him with his damp skin, smelling like the pine shampoo Oikawa got him as a present a while ago – was it for his birthday? For Christmas? He’d have to buy him a new bottle soon, probably. But, as he remembered exactly where his hands had been last night and realized that he’d just run his fingers through his hair, Oikawa elected to get out of bed and make his way toward the bathroom.

His knee creaked in complaint, and Oikawa mildly registered it in the back of his mind. He’d just have to keep the brace on for a couple more weeks, no big deal. Iwaizumi could work on it once they were done fooling around in the shower. He didn’t see a need to put anything on other than a pair of boxers for modesty, just so his junk wasn’t hanging out as he was walking down the hallway.

Before Oikawa could reach the bathroom, though, a low humming emanated through the door. A subtle tenor, airy and familiar but somehow… alien.


“I can see every tear you cried, like an ocean in your eyes, all the pain and the scars have left you cold…”


Was Iwaizumi singing?

Oikawa froze, his hand falling from the doorknob. He bit his thumb and gazed at his bare feet. He needed to clip his toenails, but the thought fell on deaf ears. The only thing that could permeate his mind was the gentle roughness of Iwaizumi’s voice put to a melody. He wasn’t fit for the Broadway stage, by any means, but the emotion of his singing was overwhelming.


“I’ll be here, now, to hold you when the sky falls down… I will always, be the one to take your place! When the rain falls, I won’t let go! I’ll be right here…”


A chill ran down Oikawa’s spine. Standing in the hallway, his skin was starting to cool off after being under the warm covers all night. Hopping into the shower with Iwaizumi seemed like the greatest idea in the world, but how he would accomplish that was beyond him. He would have loved to follow the romantic comedy trope of slowly opening the door and joining in with a perfectly matched harmony, and then falling into the warm embrace of his tender lover… but Oikawa knew that he really couldn’t sing to save his life.

So Oikawa bolted into the bathroom and blurted out, “Hajime, your singing is amazing.”

To which Iwaizumi responded with a shriek of surprise. Oikawa couldn’t see him through the shower curtain, but from the sound of his vitriolic sputtering and eventual thudding and splashing, he could assume that Iwaizumi fell on his ass.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Oikawa, don’t just barge in like that when I’m – when I’m having some time to my damn self!” Iwaizumi barked, yanking back the curtain to look up at Oikawa with an angry glare. His fury didn’t come across, though, for Oikawa could only giggle at how red his cheeks had turned. He was redder than a strawberry. “Don’t laugh, okay, I’m not some fucking future idol who’s got a secret incredible talent for singing, and I certainly don’t want you going around blabbing about this to the entire team and begging me to sing for you–“
“Hajime.” Oikawa covered his mouth and tried to stop snickering, but all his efforts were futile. “I’m not laughing at your singing, dummy. I’m laughing at how embarrassed you’re getting.”
Iwaizumi frowned. “Fuck off.” He tried to pull the curtain back over his face, but Oikawa beat him to it and held it in place. “Oikawa, I’m serious.”
“Hi Serious, I’m Oikawa.” Another giggle burst from his lips. “Hajime, I liked it. I thought it was sweet.”
“You’re not Oikawa, you’re a fucking dumbass,” Iwaizumi growled. He hugged his knees to his chest as the shower water beat down on his back. “I don’t care if you thought it was sweet. I wasn’t singing for you. I was just singing something that was stuck in my head and you started eavesdropping like a nosy piece of shit.”
“Iwa, if you keep thinking so hard, you’re going to hurt something.”
“I’ll hurt you, you cocky shit.” Finally, Iwaizumi let out a sigh of defeat and stood up, facing away from Oikawa. “If you want to come in, hurry it up. The cold air is getting in, and I was in the middle of washing my junk.”
“You were singing while washing your junk?” Oikawa grinned and pulled off his boxers mere seconds after the proposition. “Make some room, your shower’s small.”

Iwaizumi always ran the water too hot for Oikawa’s tastes, but it gave him all the more reason to hug Iwaizumi from behind and bury his face into the back of his neck. He traced his hands over Iwaizumi’s chest and walked his fingers down his abdomen. He squeezed the bit of pudginess just above his hips and got an elbow to the pectoral as payback.
“Ow, Hajime…!” Oikawa complained. “That hurt. That was right in my nipple.”
“Good,” Iwaizumi grumbled. “Maybe that’ll teach you to stop intruding on my personal time and space.”
“I’m soooorry. It was just so romantic. You don’t do romantic stuff like that usually and it was nice.”
Iwaizumi didn’t respond for a moment and Oikawa paused his hands over his body. “Do you want me to do more romantic stuff?”
“What?” Oikawa asked.
“Like.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Never mind. Stupid stuff.”
“No, tell me.”
“It’s dumb.”
“I told you about how I thought bisexual meant always attracted to two people at a time when we were in junior high.”
“This is a different kind of dumb.”

Iwaizumi shrugged Oikawa off of him and turned around to face him. His hand was warm on the back of Oikawa’s neck, catching the water dripping from the tail of his hair. “Are you, like. Am I not affectionate enough? Like a boyfriend should be? Because I get that sometimes it feels like we’re just friends who have sex with each other. And I get that’s probably not what you want from a relationship with me, so that’s why I want to know–“
“Hajime.” Oikawa leaned his forehead against Iwaizumi’s and pecked his lips. “It’d be really weird if you started acting like the perfect romantic boyfriend. You’d look dumb getting me flowers and a box of chocolates.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I like you a lot better when you remember that you didn’t have to do anything special for me to fall stupidly in love with you,” he kissed Iwaizumi once quickly, and twice gently. The spray of the shower head was getting in his eyes and clinging to his eyelashes, but he didn’t remove his hands from Iwaizumi’s waist to wipe away the water. “So let me hammer it into your thick skull. If I wanted anything more from you than what you had to offer, then I’d leave. Plain and simple.”
Iwaizumi averted his gaze and clenched his jaw. “That doesn’t really make me feel better.”
“Oh my god.” Oikawa tightened his arms around Iwaizumi and tugged him into a hug. “And you’re the one always calling me dumb. I haven’t left since we were kids, so, why would I suddenly leave now?” He felt Iwaizumi’s fingers clutching onto his neck and shoulders and smiled. “My heart is yours, Iwa. Just because I’m way better at saying and doing romantic things than you doesn’t mean I don’t like it when you say or do romantic things.”

With a snort, Iwaizumi parted his lips and pressed them against the hollow behind Oikawa’s ear. His fingers traced the pimples and moles across Oikawa’s shoulders, and Oikawa slid his hands down Iwaizumi’s hips and played with the light curls of hair on his upper thighs. The hot water turned their skin pink, and out of the corner of his eye, Oikawa noticed that the bottle of pine shampoo was indeed running low. He made a mental note to buy some more as he pinched Iwaizumi’s butt hard enough for him to yelp.
“Ow, why?”
“Because your ass is nice, that’s why,” Oikawa replied. “Wash my hair for me.”
“Brat.” Iwaizumi parted from him, reached down for the shampoo and squirted some into his cupped palm. “Don’t complain if some gets in your eyes.”
“I know you’ll be careful.”

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[araakita]

Fukutomi/Arakita, yowapeda

Dare You to Move- Switchfoot
Wolves Without Teeth- Of Monsters and Men
The House You Built- Hands Like Houses
All That You Are- Goo Goo Dolls

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[stereosymbiosis]

Kageyama Tobio/Sugawara Koushi, Haikyuu!!

Oh, It Is Love by Hellogoodbye (lyrics)
The Thoughts That Give Me The Creeps by Hellogoodbye (lyrics)
Just Don't Let Go Just Don't by Hellogoodbye (lyrics)

PROMPT: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[fullofjoy]

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka Free!

Sorry for the quick self-indulgent prompting but seeing as it's today/tomorrow depending on where you live...

Happy Birthday - DJ Bobo
Birthday - Destiny's Child
Happy Birthday - Wooyoung

FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, G

[jtchibifan]

Major Warnings: NONE

I tried to make it look like a photo... i think i failed lol wOOPs

PROMPT: TEAM LOVE LIVE!

[elts]

hinata shouyou/yachi hitoka // hq!!

yt playlist

smells like summer - early hours [lyrics]
peach - the front bottoms
sunshine - tigerweather

i love obscure indie pop okay

rest of lyrics to the songs are in videos

PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

[underscored]

Manami Sangaku/Shinkai Yuuto

Honey and the Bee - Owl City
Flight of the Bumblebee - David Garrett
Fur Elise - Ludwig van BEEthoven

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

[doxian]

omfg. good.

PROMPT: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI

[binni]

Daichi/Suga Haikyuu!!

Happily Ever After - He is We
Everything - Michael Bublé
All About Us - He is We (feat. Owl City)

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, G

[psiten]

no warnings
words: 552

Standing in front of the mirror, Daichi straightened his tie for about the fifteenth time. It was just another job interview, he kept telling himself. So this one was with the National Volleyball Association. So what? He could do this.

"Your tie is lovely, Daichi," Suga called from the doorway. "Don't touch it again."

"Do you think I'm ready?" His boyfriend would always give him a straight answer, always, even if it hurt. "Being a pro judge is... it's a big responsibility. I'm starting to understand Hinata and his upset stomachs." But seeing Suga scoff behind his hand like that was the most ridiculous question in the world took some of the butterflies out of his stomach and most of the tension out of his shoulders.

The smirk that came out when Suga's hand fell away was just as dangerous as ever. "Do I think you're ready to judge volleyball? Of course you are. Now, as for whether you're suitably attired to leave the house..."

"You said my tie was fine!" Daichi squawked in a panic, patting his hands down his front to check that his collar was straight, his buttons were buttoned, his jacket was closed--

"Pants," Suga said, then clicked his tongue at him and held up something he really couldn't believe he'd forgotten. "I don't think the Association wants their judges to not wear trousers, dear. As cute as your lucky crow print boxers are." He dropped the trousers in question in Daichi's hands, and the next thing he knew, Suga had his arms around his neck to give him a peck on the cheek. "They are cute, though," he whispered. "Best graduation gift ever, if I do say so myself."

"I have no clue what I'd do without you."

"Don't be silly. As soon as you sat down to eat breakfast or went somewhere hot or windy, you'd notice on your own."

He didn't say, "I'd rather have you around to tell me when I forget my pants," although he was thinking it. Instead, he said, "Weren't you looking for a new crescent wrench? The Volleyball Association headquarters are right by a hardware store. I'll pick it up for you while I'm out." He could say that without blushing like a teenager.

"Thanks! Then maybe I can fix the sink you broke." Yet another thing he was never going to live down. It'd nearly turned into a fight last evening, since they couldn't afford to call a plumber on two students' income, but Suga had calmed down first (like always) and said he thought he could fix it. "Get me a wrench, and avoid ever putting potatoes down that drain again, and we'll call it even!"

"You've got it. No more potatoes down the sink."

And maybe, if this job worked out, and Suga got one of the ones he'd applied for, their budget would stretch to a plumber next time. It'd be better if they never needed one, for sure, but one thing he knew by now was that something always went wrong. But if they could afford to hire a plumber in a pinch, then he could definitely afford to pay off the ring he'd put on layaway, so they could get to the part where Suga acted surprised that he was proposing.

As if everybody couldn't tell.

PROMPT: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[squid_senpai_chan]

Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke Free!
"SexyBack" - Justin TimberlakeThis'll end well
"Alejandro" - Lady Gaga
"Monstar" - Usher
"Crazy In Love (Remix)" - Beyoncé

FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, Mature

[miss_m_muses]

Word Count: 648
Warnings for light angst and implied smut

He shouldn’t be watching. Makoto should be concentrating on his job even though he hates it - delivering drinks to the wealthy while wearing only tight boxer briefs, a pair of bunny ears and a bow tie around his neck. He hates the job but it pays well and Makoto somehow can’t leave. The money is one reason but the other is because… , well, because he’s hopelessly in love with the owner.

Or at least, the owners son. The club is owned by the Yamazaki family and he is pretty sure the Yamazaki fan have at least ties to the Yakuza if not directly affiliated and Makoto knows he’s in deep but he doesn’t care. As he can never keep his eyes off Sousuke when he visits – when he arrives in his suit with his tousled dark hair and his sparkling eyes. When Sousuke arrives all the staff look – all the girls try to catch his attention as do all the boys but Makoto is lucky as Sousuke chose him. Or maybe he’s really unlucky as it would be easier for Makoto if he hadn’t.

As being with Sousuke is bad. It’s wrong and it’s difficult and he knows he shouldn’t do. Makoto knows he should use the job as he intended – to earn money to help him pay his way through his university course. But instead he’s letting his emotions get in control and he knows his heart skips a beat the moment he sees Sousuke and he’s helpless but he’s stopped caring. As all he wants is Sousuke.

He knows he’s probably not the only one Sousuke takes back to the office in the back. Not the only one who Sousuke gives a nod and orders a whiskey on the rocks and then whispers in his ear. Makoto is very aware that Sousuke is powerful and young and sexy. And Sousuke knows that too. So he uses that power and leaves people like Makoto in his wake.

Makoto is watching as Sousuke is sat at a booth and he keeps hoping he’ll catch his eye and call him over. But he hasn’t yet and that drives Makoto crazy. He feels the sweat at the back of his neck despite the lack of clothing he’s wearing as that what Sousuke does to him – makes him want to shout his name and demand his attention but Makoto can’t.

He hates it. He feels like he’s going crazy. He should leave, he knows that, but as soon as Sousuke kisses him, he forgets and stays.

And that’s what happens. It’s late in the night when Sousuke’s eyes twinkle in Makoto’s direction, when he beckons Makoto over, and he whispers that Makoto looks sexy. They go to the office, hushed kisses shared once they are through the doors away from the public area of the club, and Makoto forgets that it’s a bad idea. He forgets himself when Sousuke touches him – tries not to call out his name, tries not to be vulnerable or let Sousuke know how he feels but it’s difficult as he moans and writhe.

As Makoto doesn’t want to be in love – doesn’t want to feel the tremble of his body when they touch but he does as Sousuke backs him towards the desk.

It’s always quick, aggressive, nails digging into hips and teeth into shoulders but it’s too damn good and Makoto is left afterwards trembling and hot, his skin on fire as he’s branded by Sousuke’s touch.

When Sousuke leaves he re-arranges his jacket and gives a small smile in thanks and Makoto cleans up and puts back on his meagre clothing. He stalls before he goes back to work, stalls as he shakes his head and softly laughs at himself.

“You’re crazy, Tachibana,” he says knowing no one will listen.

As he really shouldn’t be in love with Sousuke. But he is.

PROMPT: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[squid_senpai_chan]

Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga or Kagami Taiga/Kuroko Tetsuya or Kise Ryuota/Kuroko Tetsuya Kuroko no Basuke
"I Wanna Have Your Babies" - Natasha Bedingfield
"Do You Wanna Get a Beer Man?"-???
"Ship Happens"-???

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[winterstuck]

Gif warning

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[putsch]

kuroo/daichi; haikyuu!!

hospital beds - cold war kids
sound the bells - dessa
sing - the dresden dolls
the general - dispatch

feel free to au the fuck out of this one??

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

[megginee]

Major Tags: nsfw, illness
Word Count: 903

I feel like you were going for something sadder than this but uh. I guess I have a two track mind and those tracks are fluff and porn?? So r ry




“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Daichi shifts over on the bed a little more. Kuroo’s shoulders are so broad, even when he’s turned sideways like he is. Hospital beds really weren’t made for two people. He tilts his head back into the pillow and looks up at Kuroo, who’s got his hand propped under his head and is grinning down at him. “Only if you want to. But if you’re going to do it you might want to hurry up before the nurse comes back.”

“Bossy, aren’t we?” Kuroo’s smirk broadens. “You’re playing it cool but I can hear that heart monitor.”

“Hey, that’s cheating.”

Kuroo just looks at him for a minute. He licks his lips and forces his heartbeat down. It’s not as if he hasn’t had lots of practice, he thinks, past the point of bitterness. It’s definitely the place for it, but not the time. Kuroo is here, and that’s enough to dispel all his worries and fears. “Better?” he asks quietly once the heart rate monitor is beeping at a less frequent pace.

Kuroo hums and leans down, kissing him squarely but softly on the lips. He pulls back, just as Daichi is pressing closer. “If you need to stop me, stop me.”

Daichi nods, but he thinks it wouldn’t be such a bad way to die. Not that the nurses would let him get that far. Especially since he hasn’t signed his DNR yet. Maybe a few months ago he would have, but not now.

Kuroo’s lips brush his again, and Daichi lifts his arm to curl around Kuroo’s strong back. His lips part before Kuroo can even ask them to, and he sucks Kuroo’s tongue into his mouth, over-eager, but understandably so. Kuroo doesn’t laugh, but he returns the passion, biting at his lips and flicking his tongue across deep corners of his mouth. The hand that’s not underneath him ghosts across Daichi’s ribs, pulling the upper halves of their bodies together before drifting down to anchor their hips to each other.

They grind against each other as they kiss. Daichi’s heart rate steadily increases, but not too much. Not yet. He won’t let the damn organ ruin this for him. He can keep it under control just one time. Just once, and he can leave it.

He’s half surprised that it has enough in it to get enough blood to his dick to make him hard, but maybe that has less to do with his heart and more to do with Kuroo. He gasps when he feels Kuroo’s thick, warm fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pajamas and curl around his cock. “Kuroo—Tetsurou—”

“Just one name is fine, thanks,” Kuroo whispers into his neck before he clamps his teeth down over Daichi’s erratic pulse.

Daichi moans and twists his t-shirt. “Don’t sass me now, you asshole.”
Kuroo twists his hand and roughly spills the precum beading up at Daichi’s head with his thumb. Daichi’s heart rate jumps at least three beats per minute. “Should I be worried about that?” His hand slows to teasing, but it’s really just concern.

Daichi shakes his head, panting and rocking his hips into Kuroo’s hand. “No, I’ll tell you if—ugh, it’s not even going to be—that much longer.” The beeps are echoing in his head. He’s got every increment memorized at this point, and he knows he’s reaching the point of concern, before the levels that will bring the nurses in and end this before he gets his end. He’s not going to let that happen. He forces himself to breath deep, lifts Kuroo’s chin to capture his lips again.

They kiss slower this time, and Kuroo’s hand twists and jerks up and down and around him. He’s good at this, but even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t make much of a difference to Daichi, who’s never had a chance at this before. One of the many things this disease took from him. But it also gave it back, when he met Kuroo.

His kisses are more breath than lips or tongue, and all his strength is in his hand, clutching at Kuroo’s rumpled t-shirt, and his hips, thrusting hard against him enough to make the shitty hospital bed squeak. The beeping has climbed again, but he can beat it. He bites his lip hard and urges his body to do him a favor for once, and by some miracle it does. He comes hard and groans against Kuroo’s cheek, pressed up against him so his hand barely has any room to work him to the end.

Kuroo leaves his messy hand slipped inside Daichi’s pants, resting on his hip, rubbing circles in it with his thumb as they listen to him pant and the heart rate monitor to slow down. It jumps every so often, two beats too close together, and they can both feel it in his chest as it pounds between them. Kuroo kisses his cheeks and his nose, and Daichi laughs quietly.

“I can’t believe we just did that. Thank you.” His voice is still a little airy.
Kuroo hums, and Daichi peeks at him to see that his eyes are closed. “No problem. You have to promise to stick around long enough to return the favor when you’re better,” he mumbles quietly.

‘When you’re better.’ Something he doesn’t hear very often. If ever. Daichi smiles. “Deal.”

PROMPT: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI

[binni]

Kageyama/Hinata Haikyuu!!

Geronimo - Sheppard
You Can't Hurry Love - The Supremes
At Last - Etta James

FILL: SWAG 2016

[(Anonymous)]

anon #1
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PROMPT: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI

[binni]

Kuroo/Tsukishima Haikyuu!!

Lucky Strike - Maroon 5
Honey I’m Good - Andy Grammer
Dance With Me Tonight - Olly Murz

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, M

[simpleruser]

Major tags: Sexual content
Additional tags: Alcohol
Word count: 2,066

"Yo!" Kuroo says, an entirely uninspired start to this conversation. He wasn't expecting to run into Tsukishima here - he wasn't expecting to run into Tsukishima in Tokyo at all.

This bar isn't Kuroo's usual place, because Kuroo doesn't have a usual place. Mostly he likes to stay home and save his money, rather than spend it on alcohol. When he does spend it on alcohol he goes to discount liquor stores and invites Bokuto and Kai over so he can feel like he's not entirely sad because the other option is drinking alone.

When Tsukishima sees Kuroo at the bar, he blinks behind his glasses. That's, okay, good, Kuroo thinks. He does recognise him. Probably. There is some recognition in that face. He was worried there for a second.

"I didn't think this would be your kind of joint," Tsukishima states. Face blank as ever and unsurprised despite his words.

Kuroo shrugs, plastering a grin over his face. "Well, you know, I try to shake things up now and then."

The bar is friendly enough. Nice customers, a bartender with a smile. She’s been keeping her hands busy passing out drinks but never rushed off her feet.

Tsukishima nods and then goes back to paying attention to his drink. It's blue; has an umbrella in it.

"Can I get you another one of those?" Kuroo offers, not expecting the nod that Tsukishima gives him in return.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"Mixing things up." Which, Kuroo ponders, didn't he already say?

Tsukishima's forehead crinkles, but he doesn't shift away, when Kuroo takes the seat next to him.

"So..." he begins, which is barely a better start than Yo! "what about you? What are you doing here?" Kuroo would rather find out now if Tsukishima had things planned that don't involve Kuroo's company.

Tsukishima shrugs, seeming unphased that Kuroo was prying into his life. But it's not like Kuroo expected to get much out of him without some level of prompting, anyway.

"Getting a drink." Tsukishima sips from his glass and Kuroo watches the blue trickle back down the side.

Kuroo licks his lips. "Look, I'm just - " His words stall in his throat. "- were you wanting company? I mean like, not me company, because I'd love to catch up, but if that's not what you were wanting-"

His tumbling words screech to a halt as he realises how red his face must be by now. Fuck.

Tsukishima raises an eyebrow. Great.

"You're asking if you're stopping me from finding a one-night stand?"

"Yeah," Kuroo says in a rushing sigh, and buries his face in his hands. "I guess that's what I'm asking."

"I think I just found one," Tsukishima says. And there's pink in his cheeks, so at least Kuroo isn't the only one flustered by their surprise encounter.

Tsukishima's lips press against his neck, his teeth scraping against Kuroo's skin and his fingers are tucked into Kuroo's too-tight waistband. All his skin's on fire.

"When did you get good at this?" Kuroo asks, not letting up on moving his own hands over Tsukishima's skin, taking in every inch of him. Kuroo pushes Tsukishima’s jeans down to get access to his ass and squeezes.

Tsukishima smirks, which - fuck - does things to Kuroo. Things that he's going to regale Kenma with at length later, knowing full well Kenma won't listen to a single word. Which is how they both like sharing tales of Kuroo's (admittedly limited) exploits.

He and Tsukishima stumble backward through Kuroo's apartment, nearly falling when they get into his room and Kuroo’s heels hit the edge of his futon. Tsukishima's balance saves the both of them from tipping over; somehow, he's more steady on his feet, though Kuroo is sure they had the same amount to drink.

The alcohol in him is more than enough to loosen Kuroo’s tongue, but after Tsukishima suggested they leave the bar, they didn't have much to talk about. They preferred to trade glances - somehow both alternating between smug and embarrassed in turns.

Kuroo twists his hand into the back of Tsukishima's hair to make sure he doesn't press in too hard and take away the gentleness when he kisses him. He draws back after, sucking on Tsukishima's lip as he leaves, and Tsukishima’s maybe too drunk to voice a proper objection to the sucking - or maybe the leaving - but Kuroo can tell that's what he wants to do.

He's struck by the beauty of Tsukishima's eyes when he moves in to slide their lips together. A moan escapes from Tsukishima into Kuroo's mouth and it creates a warm bubble in Kuroo's chest he doesn't think has to do with the alcohol.

"I always liked you, you know," he mumbles, drawing his lips away again. This is the best place he's been in a long while. Under Tsukishima, one knee between his legs and with his shirt pushed up so a breeze crosses over his skin.

He likes this moment, but that was the wrong thing to say.

Tsukishima stops moving. Red is spread across his cheeks now, but it's all from heat and lust rather than embarrassment, and it's retreating quickly - like Tsukishima’s mad. He gets so cold when he's mad.

"What?" he snaps.

Kuroo props himself up on one elbow, forces his hand to let go of Tsukishima's hair, and bites back on the urge to say something more sentimental. "Just what I said, Tsukki. Doesn't have to be a big deal."

It probably does have to be a big deal, with the way Tsukishima's glaring now. He's unfocused and absently licks Kuroo's spit off his own lips. "You liked me." He pulls away and Kuroo's heart sinks as he forces himself not to follow.

"Well, yeah?" Kuroo sits up, properly, and mourns the loss of contact. He never thought he could get in this position, he should have known that it would end with Tsukishima backing away and putting more emotional distance between them that should be possible when his tongue was down Kuroo's throat moments ago.

"You're disgusting," Tsukishima bites out and hang on-

"What?" Kuroo asks, more detailed questions escaping him. He told Tsukishima he liked him, which isn't remotely disgusting. Though maybe Tsukishima has a different opinion.

Tsukishima fights to find words. "Don't lie to me because you're about to get in my pants," he says once his mouth cooperates.

"I'm not-" Kuroo starts, but Tsukishima pulls away and removes the little contact they had left. "Tsukki, c'mon."

"One-night stands don't get to use nicknames, asshole."

Kuroo sits, stunned, while Tsukishima stands up, tucks his ass back into his jeans, closes the top button again and exits the room. Seconds pass as Kuroo tries to work out what the hell just happened, before he realises that doesn't matter and he gets back on his feet and following Tsukishima, just in time to catch his wrist as he picks up his bag from the hall.

"I mean it, Tsukki. I wouldn't-" Kuroo licks his lips, trying to get a better grip on the right words. "-I wouldn't do that." God, he thought he'd put the worst parts of this crush behind him when he graduated Nekoma, but it’s all flooding back. "I like you."

Tsukishima stops, hand on the doorknob. "Why should I believe you?"

Proof? …Kuroo might be able to manage that, much to his own surprise.

"Hang on," Kuroo says, then stubs his toe in his rush back to his room. He sticks his head back out, calling, "Hey, uh, if you want to put the jug on or anything, you can. I don't know that we'll..." He clears his throat, hoping his inevitable blush gets his meaning across. He's feeling more sober than he was ten minutes ago, more sober than he was before he started drinking. "…get back to that…so..."

So yeah dangles lamely at the end of his not-sentence. He ducks back into his room and starts to pull open his old drawers.

It's somewhere at the bottom of these, he knows it is. If he can just find it… he pulls out an old shirt of Bokuto's, and a couple of birthday presents from Akaashi - well, one of them was "From Bokuto" but it definitely wasn’t from Bokuto, whose many areas of talent don’t include gift-giving - and eventually, he finds the box. He pulls it out and opens the second compartment inside it.

He returns to the other room, clears his throat so Tsukishima looks up from the magazine he found. A volleyball magazine, which Kuroo can't imagine holds much interest to him now.

Tsukishima's reaction isn't much, just a slight widening of the eyes and a muscle moving in his jaw, but it's enough that Kuroo knows he remembers the tiny cat charm that he gave him at the end of their last joint practice. "You kept that."

"Yeah, I did." Kuroo clears his throat. "I kept it on my bag as long as I could but..." He shows Tsukishima the frayed ends that used to be a loop. "Didn't want to lose it after that snapped."

He can't force his grin to be anything but crooked when his heart is lodged up in his throat, but Tsukishima isn't looking at his face anyway. Instead he approaches, takes the small cat from Kuroo and turns it over.

"You weren't lying?" There's something pleading under his voice; not much, but enough that Kuroo can hear it and he has to stamp down on the urge to pull him forward into a kiss.

"I don't really lie about that kind of thing," Kuroo replies, running a hand through his hair. He knows his sex-hair is worse even than his usual look, so he's banking on Tsukishima being too touched by the presence of the old gift to care that his impromptu fuck buddy looks like he was dragged out of a bush backwards.

"And I mean," Kuroo continues, properly sheepish now, "it didn't really seem like I would have needed to say anything to get further, you know?"

Heat rises again to Tsukishima's neck so fast there's a visible line, like a tide coming in, between his pale skin and the red.

They put bourbon in the tea and while away the night with chatter and kisses instead of sex, eventually going to sleep in a pile of limbs that Kuroo insists they take to his futon.

"You know you don't have to do that?" Kuroo says with laughter in his voice, because seriously.

Tsukishima's needle loops easily through the fabric. "It was a gift. It should hold up to wear."

"I really don't care if it's in a drawer or on my bag, I'm going to keep it either way," he says, nuzzling Tsukishima's neck and drawing a huff that's Tsukishima's way of saying ‘Piss off, before I really do get distracted.’

He moves his lips into a kiss over Tsukishima's favourite spot, a particularly delicate patch of skin behind his ear. He wouldn't mind if Tsukishima got distracted. He moves down Tsukishima's skin, planting kisses as he goes, until he reaches the collar of his shirt.

"I love you," Tsukishima says.

Kuroo sees the needle go into Tsukishima’s skin in the same moment but he doesn't take the words back, even though Kuroo knows he must be able to feel how Kuroo's gone stiff around him. The tilt of Tsukishima’s head means he's glaring.

"Uh." Smooth, so smooth. Kuroo needs to pull himself together. "I kinda thought I'd get to say that first."

Tsukishima snorts, and he pulls the thread through without a hitch this time, acting for all the world like the bead of blood Kuroo can see doesn't exist.

"You didn't have to," Tsukishima says, the smuggest person in the universe.

"What am I going to tell people?" asks Kuroo, anything but really complaining. "They're going to start thinking you're the cute, cuddly, romantic one..." Kuroo kisses that delicate spot again. "Actually..." He adds another kiss.

"I'm cuter than you are," Tsukishima says, and raises the thread to his teeth, biting it off in a clean nip Kuroo probably shouldn't find attractive.

"I love you, too," Kuroo says into the hanging silence, because he figures it can't hurt.

"I know."

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU

[elucidatedlucy]

Aoyagi Hajime/Koga Kimitaka, Yowamushi Pedal

All Is Not Lost - OK Go
Oceanwalk - Astronautalis
I Want The World To Stop - Belle & Sebastian

(youtube playlist) (im crying)

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[demfeeeels]

Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, Free!

1- Carly Rae Jepsen - I Really Like You
2- Colbie Caillat - Bubbly
3- Taylor Swift - Love Story

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[bobachalatte]

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