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Bonus Round 5: Clue
Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!
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 the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
- The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
- Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
- The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
- Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
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]
|
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.
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 OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Kissing, megane antics
Word Count: 1372
got a teensy bit out of hand here. but i love this trope and i love you for prompting it.
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"Let me try on your glasses," Yamaguchi says. They're both sitting on Tsukishima's floor, a foot of space in between them. Yamaguchi's desperate to close that gap, but the idea of Tsukishima knowing that makes his stomach swoop uncomfortably.
"No," Tsukishima says without looking up from his book.
Yamaguchi puts his phone on the floor and slides over an inch. "Come on, Tsukki. It'll just take a minute. I know you don't need them to read."
Tsukishima grunts, but doesn't stop Yamaguchi when he slides over again.
"Is that a yes?" Yamaguchi asks.
"Yeah, fine," Tsukishima says, rolling his eyes. "Make it quick, though."
Yamaguchi is surprised and delighted by his success. He reaches out to grab them just as Tsukishima lifts his hand to take them off himself and Yamaguchi winds up wrapping his fingers Tsukishima’s wrist instead. Tsukishima pauses. Yamaguchi pauses. They stare at each other and both look away quickly, and Yamaguchi’s hand is still around Tsukishima's wrist. Yamaguchi’s stupid fingers squeeze tight instead of letting go, and Tsukishima sucks in a sharp breath.
Yamaguchi’s eyes widen. "Sorry, Tsukki!" he squeaks and lets go, scrambling up to run out of Tsukishima’s room and down the hall, into the bathroom.
"Stupid stupid," he mutters to himself. He left his phone on Tsukishima’s floor, meaning he can't claim his mom texted him and told him to come home, but maybe if he stays in here long enough, he'll figure out a way to climb into the toilet and flush himself to another dimension so he'll never have to deal with the fact that he almost made his feelings blisteringly, awfully transparent. So he guesses he’ll just go back and pretend like nothing weird happened. Tsukki's good at ignoring things. He'll probably just go along with it.
Yamaguchi nods at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Yes. Good. He splashes his face with water and takes a deep breath, ready to face Tsukishima again.
Then there's a knock at the door and Yamaguchi's heart stops. "Yes?" he says.
"Are you okay?" Tsukishima asks through the door.
"Everything's peachy!" Yamaguchi calls back. God. Peachy, Tadashi? Really? "Be out in a minute."
Tsukishima doesn't answer right away. "Okay," he says after a second, and his voice sounds small and wrong, which makes Yamaguchi want to fling the door open, but a second later, Yamaguchi hears footsteps as he walks away again.
When Yamaguchi gets back to the room, Tsukishima is sitting crosslegged on the bed. His book is gone.
"Hey," Yamaguchi says.
"Hey," Tsukishima replies, and stares at Yamaguchi. It's the same stare he uses on the court while sizing up his opponents and it's so weird to be on this side of it. Yamaguchi shivers. "You never did it, you know."
"What?" he asks, confused, walking over to the bed. There are a whole lot of things Yamaguchi’s never done.
Tsukishima looks up at Yamaguchi and gestures to his glasses. "Don't you want to try them on?"
"Oh!" Yamaguchi is relieved. Tsukishima’s picking off where they left off; he can work with that. "Sure, Tsukki." He holds out his hand, but Tsukishima shakes his head and pats the place in front of him.
"You want them, come and get them."
Yamaguchi’s eyes go so wide they nearly fall out of his head. He studies Tsukishima carefully, looking for any sign that he’s joking, but he only gets that calculating stare in return. “Um.”
Tsukishima pats the bed again. Before he can talk himself out of it, Yamaguchi sits, too, folding his legs so their knees are touching. He sees it when Tsukishima’s eyes flicker down to their legs, then back up to Yamaguchi’s face. Tsukishima’s expression settles into something more relaxed, curious even, as he waits to see what Yamaguchi will do. Yamaguchi can’t really blame him, considering he isn’t even sure what he’ll do.
“Um,” he says again. He lifts his arms and hesitates, but then he leans forward, noticing as Tsukishima sucks in another quick gulp of air, the same way he had earlier when Yamaguchi’s hand squeezed his wrist. He slides his fingers underneath the arms of Tsukishima’s glasses, lifting them up and tugging them gently off of his face. Tsukishima blinks owlishly, and there’s something vulnerable about Tsukishima when he has his glasses off. Maybe that’s why he’d said no to Yamaguchi wearing them at first. Or maybe he sensed intuitively that Yamaguchi would be a complete weirdo about this, which he has been, so nice work, Tsukki!
Yamaguchi tries on the glasses, and the whole world tilts. Okay, not really, but there’s a dizzy downward slope to his vision that wasn’t there before and his stomach turns over unhappily. It’s good he’s still sitting down.
“I don’t know how you see out of these,” Yamaguchi says, pushing the bridge up his nose, like Tsukishima often does.
“Well, they’re not for you,” Tsukishima points out. “Right now, I can see you okay, but everything else is a ball of fuzz.”
“That’s it?” Yamaguchi asks. “Everything other than me is really fuzz?”
Tsukishima nods. “Some is brighter fuzz.”
Yamaguchi grins. It shouldn’t be exciting that he’s Tsukishima’s only focal point, but he can’t help it. He’s thrived on attention from Tsukki for as long as they’ve known each other. He takes the glasses off again, but when Tsukishima reaches for his hand to take them back, he pulls his arm out of Tsukishima’s reach and clutches the glasses tightly without even thinking about it.
“No, wait,” Yamaguchi says. “I never get to see you with your glasses off for more than a couple of minutes.”
Tsukishima tilts his head. “So what?”
“So nothing!” God, he’s being so weird and he knows it. He knows he should just give Tsukki his glasses back, but he can’t. He tightens his grip on the frames. “So it’s interesting!” he says, an answer a little closer to the truth. “I get to look at you differently,” he finally mumbles, dropping his head and staring down at his lap.
“Then shouldn’t you be looking at me?”
Yamaguchi’s head snaps up again.
“What’s different?” Tsukishima asks, leaning forward. Yamaguchi swallows but doesn’t look away again.
“You – you look –“ Prettier, his mind supplies, though that’s not right. Softer, maybe. Tsukishima’s huge eyes are trained on his and if Yamaguchi were so inclined, he could probably count individual eyelashes. “I like seeing you how almost no one else does.”
Tsukishima’s forehead wrinkles up, confused. “But you’ve always done that.” He reaches for Yamaguchi’s hand again, and this time Yamaguchi allows it, letting out a long exhale as Tsukishima’s fingers run over the back of his hand. He pulls his glasses out of Yamaguchi’s hand again, but instead of putting them back on, he sets them on his bedside table. Then he holds Yamaguchi’s hand again and leans in.
“Tsukki?” Yamaguchi says, hopeful and confused and disbelieving, a whole jumbled up mess of feelings.
“I’ll stop if you want,” Tsukishima says.
“Don’t stop,” Yamaguchi says, as Tsukishima comes even closer still and his world tilts sideways again. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Tsukishima doesn’t reply, unless kissing counts as a reply. His mouth is warm against Yamaguchi’s, and he seems a little hesitant, too, which makes Yamaguchi feel better. He tries to keep his eyes open, still needing confirmation that this is really happening, but Tsukishima is a blur this close up and Yamaguchi can’t focus when Tsukishima’s tongue grazes his bottom lip. His eyes slip closed as his free hand finds Tsukishima’s thigh, squeezing it as he holds on for dear life. Tsukishima jerks under Yamaguchi’s hand and when he pulls away, his cheeks and his nose, right over where his glasses have left indentations, are pink.
And his eyes – without the frames and glass to hide behind – are so, so wide. Looking at Tsukki like this, Yamaguchi feels lost but he likes it. He likes it so, so much.
“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima says roughly.
“Was that –“ Yamaguchi clears his throat and starts again, straightening his spine. “Do you want to do that again?”
“Yes,” Tsukishima says. This time Yamaguchi’s the one to lean forward and he doesn’t stop until Tsukishima’s back hits the mattress.
Re: FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, T
“I like seeing you how almost no one else does.”
Tsukishima’s forehead wrinkles up, confused. “But you’ve always done that.”
gOSH I LOVE THAT SO MUCH it tells a lot about their relationship...
i love how sweet this entire scene was, just two friends leaning closer together, into each other. sighs, so sweet. thank you so much for this fill!!