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Bonus Round 1: AUs
SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
- 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., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Other Tags: swearing, charmingly oblivious idiots, i have no shibakimi chill
Word Count: 1029
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Kimishita swats the pencil out of Ooshiba’s hand for the hundredth time that study session and ignores Ooshiba’s petulant pout. He tells himself that he’s angry because Ooshiba is just so spectacularly bad at math, but realistically speaking, it’s easier to use Ooshiba as a scapegoat for his own absentmindedness than to address the reason for it. At midnight, a scant two hours away, it’ll be Ooshiba’s birthday, and the day that a very particular mark will form somewhere on his body. It’s the mark that will match him to his future soulmate, and it’s going to preoccupy him like it did Kimishita for the weeks following his own birthday. It’s going to make Ooshiba more insufferable than usual, and Kimishita figures it’s okay to be irritated about it ahead of time.
“Kimishita, I hate math,” Ooshiba whines, like it’s something Kimishita isn’t already painfully aware of.
“You still have to do it,” Kimishita replies. He stares down at his own nearly blank homework assignment. Ooshiba notices his hypocrisy and scowls.
“You haven’t done anything! Don’t tell me what to do if you can’t do it, jerk!”
“Unlike you, I know how to do this. I just don’t want to!”
“I hate you,” Ooshiba finishes while doodling a cactus on his notes.
“I hate tutoring your dumb ass more.”
“Then why?”
“You can’t play soccer if you’re too stupid to understand fractions!”
“I can still play soccer!”
“Coach won’t let you play,” Kimishita says, throwing an eraser at Ooshiba’s head. Ooshiba dodges and grins triumphantly, only to be smacked upside the head.
“Ow!” he yelps.
“I didn’t even hit you hard!”
“You messed up my hair,” Ooshiba mutters, smoothing down what he perceives to be a hairstyle. Kimishita scoffs, smiling despite his frustration.
“I didn’t know it was possible to mess up a bird’s nest, but I learn something new every day,” Kimishita says, finally taking the time to at least pretend that he’s solving a problem. This seems to satisfy Ooshiba, who returns to his own notes.
Aside from the occasional jostle and completely unnecessary punch in the arm, they do their work quietly until an alarm sounds. Ooshiba’s phone reads 0:00 and they stare at each other, wide-eyed. For some reason, Kimishita’s own heart is racing when Ooshiba clambers to his feet in the least graceful way possible and starts checking down the length of his arms. There’s nothing but an expanse of very smooth, very toned arm, as far as Kimishita can see, so his heart rate only goes higher. They’re not even really friends, so he doesn’t know why he’s so excited for Ooshiba to find his mark.
“HELP ME FIND IT,” Ooshiba near yells, stripping off his shirt like he’s on fire, and Kimishita purses his lips.
“Stop wiggling around, you idiot and let me look if you want help,” he says evenly and grabs Ooshiba’s shoulders to turn him 180 degrees. He feels a little sick, if he’s to be completely honest, especially because Ooshiba’s back is as smooth and unmarked as ever.
“I should take my pants off,” Ooshiba states, and is halfway out of his jeans before Kimishita has the opportunity to tell him that he should stop stripping in case his sister happens to come by. Ooshiba is checking his legs, slightly crazed, though he will likely deny being anything less than calm and collected the next morning at school, and Kimishita is-
Kimishita clears his throat. “Your hip.”
“What about it?”
“You are so dumb. Look at it,” Kimishita croaks, and if possible, he feels more ill than before. The shape and location of the mark are familiar, too familiar, and he reflexively puts a hand on his own hip. Ooshiba looks down at his hipbone and looks back up at Kimishita, eyes wide with excitement. His grin falters.
“You look like shit,” he tells Kimishita.
“Thanks,” Kimishita replies, too overwhelmed to even come up with a clever comeback.
“You okay?”
“I’ll be fine. Your dumb ass is the one with a flower on his hip.”
“It’s a nice flower! You’re just jealous! I have no fuckin’ idea what flower it is, but I bet it’s nicer than-" Ooshiba starts, putting his fists on his hips, proud of something he had no control over.
“It’s a zinnia,” Kimishita interrupts and starts to undo his belt. Ooshiba eyes him a little strangely, but apparently, Kimishita taking off his pants without any preamble isn’t enough to deter Ooshiba at all.
“You’re such a nerd. I can’t believe you even know flow-” he stops dead, jaw falling slack. “We have matching flowers? That’s so stupid.”
Kimishita stares at him, blinking.
“Uh, yeah. We do,” Kimishita says quietly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s ten seconds of awkward silence before realization dawns on Ooshiba’s face.
“NO,” he says, then proceeds to inspect Kimishita’s very detailed red zinnia.
“Kiichi-”
“No, it’s different, see-”
“It’s the same,” Kimishita insists.
“But if our marks match, then we’re supposed to be soulmates. And you’re annoying?” Ooshiba says the last part of the sentence like he’s not even sure of what he’s saying, but he knows he has to say something.
“It’s not like I’m happy about it! My soulmate sucks at math and is a complete bonehead! I didn’t decide this!”
“You don’t get to hate this first! I hate it more, okay?”
“You can’t possibly hate it more! You’ve been driving me insane since we were kids, and now I’m stuck with you forever,” Kimishita growls and reaches for the collar of a shirt that Ooshiba is no longer wearing, making the grab more of an awkward caress of his chest. The touch diffuses the situation and they’re both left staring at each other, confused and unsure of where to go with this.
“Want me to put a shirt on?” Ooshiba suggests. His eyes are bright and crinkling from his shit-eating grin, and Kimishita finally identifies that strange fluttering in his belly. He wants to punch Ooshiba. With his mouth, maybe, but also with his fist. He doesn’t really know at this point, but he’s got a lifetime to figure it out.
Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
oh my goddd, i laughed so many times, i would be quoting half this fic back to you about all the parts i loved ahhhhhhhhhh thank you so much for this amazing fill!!! ooshiba's brain is a gift tbh and you've captured both of them so well here!
Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T