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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- 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., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
You cannot fill your team's 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.

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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

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A cosplay remix is here

(i remixed the thing for you <3)

i love this fic please accept this as a tribute

(please tell me you're reposting this... I didn't get to it in br1, but I WILL <3)

And it's done =D Seriously, you are making me so excited~~~

(while I've left capslock comments that you won't see until the mods unlock br5, I just want to tell you again THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL and throw all the love at you <3 also, would you mind if I ~~stalked~~ followed you on twitter...)

Please do!! I'm psiten there as well! (And I will follow you back?? <3)

Yay, I can't wait to get to WRITING MORE STUFF!

/waves Hello there, I don't know how I missed this during round 1... Just checking to see if you plan to repost for round 6?? /bats eyes

i can definitely do that!! omg *___* i'll give you a link when i post it later today???

Yay! Thank you!!

http://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/7182.html?thread=2601486#cmt2601486 here you are!!! and no no thank YOU wow ;w;

I NEVER REPLIED TO THIS SORRY
thank u for this wonderful fill i read it a lot okay

holy shit i cnat believe it was 2 months ago
IM GLAD U LIKE IT

BRINGING THIS BACK FROM THE DEAD?????

gmail either never sent me notifs or sent them to spam, and I never realized until now (pulling to put on ao3), but THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

I really love these two a lot and really enjoy exploring interactions for them, so this was really fun to write. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for prompting and having such a perfect quote for them!

THANK YOU!!!! gmail sucks and didn't send me notifs at all, so I didn't realize until just now TWO MONTHS LATER, GO ME.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I really enjoy writing both of them, so maybe at some point I'll go in and play a little more with this!

YES COME JOIN US. though honestly saso has been so great for my multishipper heart and finding new pairings I didn't know I needed.

And thank you!! I love both of them so much just because they are so complex in their motivations and actions while still being similar in a lot of ways. Maybe at some point I'll play with this further, since I really like the way they play off of each other in a relationship.

HI IM LATE BUT NOT TOO LATE TO GENTLY SCREAM INTO THE ABYSS THIS IS AMAZING AND IM EMOTIONAL A;LDSKFJ

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL....... OH MY GOSH.... it's a perfect visual image of that quote ;^;

okay I finally finished this thing?? kind of, ANYWAY

--

Kageyama fidgets as he paces back and forth. Kunimi is due to come in in less than ten minutes, and Kageyama can’t really broach his boyfriend what are we person with, “So, are you cheating on me?” because Kunimi is a compulsive liar and that’s not the sort of question one would tell the truth to, anyway. Kageyama twists his fingers together, trying to think of a proper way to broach the subject.

The lingerie is on his bed, but under his pillow, because he probably shouldn’t bring it up with Kunimi straight away at first, either. Maybe they can get lunch or something, and Kageyama can pretend everything is fine. Maybe Kunimi had meant for him to find it. Maybe he was planning on breaking up with Kageyama when he came back.

Kageyama stops breathing for a second, and then punches on his chest to choke it out. He’s letting out strangled wheezes when the doorknob twists, twists again when it realizes it’s open, and then Kunimi is pushing himself in, carrying his suitcase in one hand.

He smiles when he sees Kageyama, though it quickly turns into a frown. “Kageyama, are you alright?” he asks, wheeling his bag in.

Kageyama manages to straighten up. He clears his throat. “Yeah, I-I’m fine,” he says.

He looks Kunimi up and down. The thing is, Kunimi is good-looking—he’d never say that to Kunimi’s face (mostly because Kunimi would never ask.) Kageyama can imagine how women would want to sleep with him all the time. Kageyama isn’t a woman, necessarily, but he understands the feeling. Maybe not all the time, but a significant amount of it.

He realizes he’s staring when Kunimi turns from where he’s dropped his bag on the ground and stares back. “What are you doing?” Kunimi asks.

Kageyama blinks.

Then he blurts, “Is she better than me?”

Better at volleyball: probably not. Better at sex: questionable. Kunimi isn’t very responsive when Kageyama is blowing him, or—or they’re doing other things. But Kunimi isn’t an extremely vocal person in general.

Kunimi stares at him some more. “Better than you at what?” he asks. And then, “And who is she?”

“She, the one, you know,” Kageyama gulps. “The one you’re sleeping with.”

Kunimi looks lost. “The only person I’m sleeping with is you,” he says, before, “and I was kind of looking forward to that today.” He smiles a little, walks across the room, takes Kageyama’s hands in his.

He’s about to kiss him. Kageyama knows. Kunimi is a really good kisser, and he knows it, because he leans in and Kageyama can’t squeeze in a word beforehand because Kunimi’s mouth is on his, and he’s prying gently at Kageyama’s lips. He kisses as languidly as he lives, as softly as he sleeps, licking and moving in rhythm and it’s really distracting when there are a pair of panties under Kageyama’s pillow and he’s already started this hole so he intends to finish it.

“Wait,” he says, and Kunimi captures him in a kiss again. “Wait,” Kageyama says, and takes a step back.

Kunimi frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re making me forget—she,” says Kageyama. He holds his head in his hands. This is just a tactic, to get Kageyama to forget what he’d brought up. He refuses to give into it.

Kunimi snorts. “I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. “Now can we get back to things that make sense, please? I believe I said something about sleeping with you today—”

“No, no, wait,” says Kageyama. He puts his hand between them. “You’re not going to distract me from talking about the girl you’re cheating on me with.”

Kunimi blinks.

“What.”

“The,” says Kageyama. The back of his neck is hot in both accusation, but also the prickling fear that he’s right, Kunimi did find someone better than me.

He goes to his bed and thrusts his pillow underneath. Out come the pair of black lace panties, and he dangles them in front of Kunimi’s face.

Kunimi turns red.

“See?” Kageyama accuses, though he can’t really look Kunimi in the face with the underwear between them. “You’re blushing, so you really were—”

“Those are mine,” Kunimi mumbles.

Kageyama stops, mind reeling. Between the stitches of the black lace he can see Kunimi staring off to the side, gaze downcast, pink with humiliation. Of course these are Kunimi’s, Kageyama had found them in his laundry—

“What do you mean?”

“They’re not some girl’s, they’re mine,” Kunimi reiterates.

Then he snatches them from Kageyama’s hands and storms over to his chest of drawers, tearing it open and putting it inside. He’s muttering something, that sounds kind of like, “god, so embarrassing,” and, “knew you’d never understand,” and, “shit, I’m so stupid,” and Kageyama’s brain is both running too fast and halting because—

What?

Kunimi wearing lace panties?

“I,” says Kageyama, finally. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Kunimi snaps. His back is turned. His neck is bright red.

“Are they your size?”

Kunimi swivels around, the color high on his cheeks, glaring like he thinks Kageyama is mocking him. “Are they my—” he says, but his expression changes when he catches sight of Kageyama’s face. Kageyama is not sure what he looks like. He’s still thinking about Kunimi in lace, lace underwear, around his milky thighs, straining against his bright red cock—

“Are you kidding?” Kunimi says.

Kageyama shrugs. “If they’re not your size, then I’m wondering why they were in your laundry,” he says, though it sounds like another person is speaking. The rest of his brain is elsewhere, in a fantasy land that he hopes terribly will become a reality soon.

Kunimi turns around, exhales loudly through his nose, then turns back to Kageyama. “Yes,” he says, meeting Kageyama’s eyes. “They are my size.”

Then, a smirk. “Do you want me to show you?”

Kageyama doesn’t say anything. But Kunimi strips out of his sweatpants (he prefers them because they’re loose and don’t constrict his skin, but Kageyama doesn’t complain because sometimes he’s too lazy to wear underwear underneath) and then out of his boxer briefs, loose cock dangling between his thighs. He takes the lingerie back from where he’d shoved it in his drawer, and slides it on.

It runs up the pale sheen of his legs, dark against his shin and knee, riding between his plush thighs. He gets the loose band around his waist, black and ragged in thin strips, lace wrapping around the front of his cock.

Kageyama’s brain shuts off for what feels like a complete minute. The next thing he knows, he’s pushing Kunimi into the side of their bed, kissing his mouth using too much teeth, feeling at the hem of his shirt and hovering above his cock. Kunimi is snickering into his mouth but making no attempt to pull away, soothing Kageyama’s kiss wit his lips, dragging the aggression away. Kageyama reaches between them to run his hands against Kunimi’s hardening cock, straining through the lace panties, a stark contrast to his skin. His red dripping erection pulsing between accents the image, and Kageyama runs his head across the thumb, barely smearing the precome.

Kunimi whines into his mouth. “Kageyama,” he breathes, holding Kageyama’s face between his hands. Kageyama pants through his teeth and looks into Kunimi’s face with heavily lidded eyes. Kunimi’s pupils are blown, all black on black, and—Kageyama kisses him again, taking his hand off Kunimi’s front, rubbing the polyester of his shorts between his thighs.

Kunimi gasps and it’s probably the loudest sound he’s ever made during sex before. “Why is this,” Kageyama murmurs, dipping his head to press a kiss at Kunimi’s jaw. “Why is this new?”

“Why do you think?” Kunimi is rolling his eyes, Kageyama knows, even though he’s sucking light hickies onto Kunimi’s neck now. “Not everyone is into this sort of thing."

“Everyone should be,” Kageyama says earnestly, lifting his head up again.

Kunimi laughs and hits the center of Kageyama’s forehead with the flat of his palm. “Are you going to suck me off or what?” he asks.

Kageyama slides his hands beneath Kunimi’s shirt again, in response. Kunimi’s hips buck up but he encourages him, so Kageyama smooths over the warm skin, clutching the plane of Kunimi’s backside, pinching lightly at the handles. He sinks down to his feet, as Kunimi adjusts himself better against the bed, resting his back there.

Kageyama fingers through the lace. He hadn’t gotten quite a good look at it before, mostly because he’d imagined them on some girl, Kunimi fucking her through them. Now they’re on Kunimi and Kageyama is going to fuck him through them, and it’s a better picture. Kageyama runs the length of his index and middle finger along the front of the lace, drinking in the sound of Kunimi letting out a low whine from the back of his throat.

The lace threads through his fingers. Kageyama straightens up on his knees to get to the tip, draws Kunimi’s cockhead into his mouth. Upon the initial contact Kunimi lets out another guttural sound in his throat, hotter than anything Kageyama’s ever heard before. He flicks the lace against the length of his cock, watching as it snaps gently.

“Christ,” Kunimi says, from the bed.

Kageyama watches the dark movement as he sucks Kunimi off, the way it shifts with every precise angling, how Kageyama can run his hand across the waistband and barely feel the sheen of Kunimi’s smooth skin underneath. Kunimi’s thighs are tense and buckling, but not moving. Kageyama wraps the lace around and off again, and he can tell that Kunimi likes it, too; his dick twitches with every form of contact, and Kageyama’s is too.

He wraps his cock with the lace again, licking it through the frazzled patterns. Kunimi whimpers and says, “Shit,” as Kageyama noses at the tip through the black, wraps his mouth around what he can get of his length, sliding down to Kunimi’s balls. He gets his lips around them, too, licks one more stripe up before thumbing at the head again, and then Kunimi is coming all over his front, white ribbons on his shirt and the little patch of stomach from where his shirt is riding up.

Kageyama stands up, watching it all. Kunimi pants as he rides his orgasm down, cock twitching as it fits a little better into the underwear, though not perfectly. Kageyama is so painfully hard in his pants he’s not sure how he can see straight, but it must be something about wanting to watch Kunimi, first.

Kunimi lifts himself up and smirks when he sees the wet spot on Kageyama’s shorts. “Of course,” he says, fond. “You’re terrible at multitasking.”

“I had other things on my mind,” Kageyama says defensively.

“I know.” Kunimi’s grin is smug. “Liked me a bit too much in lace, didn’t you?”

“Not too much,” Kageyama says, but Kunimi lifts himself up to kiss Kageyama on the mouth.

It’s weird, because Kageyama is never too fond of kissing Kunimi after Kunimi blows him; but Kunimi doesn’t seem to mind his own taste on Kageyama’s lips. He licks himself off and it’s kind of hot, really, because he keeps going until Kageyama can’t taste him anymore, really only him, his tongue, the inside of his mouth more than anything. He’s warm and lethargic and breaks off from Kageyama’s lips with a small pop!

“Do you want me to return the favor?” Kunimi asks, watching as Kageyama blinks himself back into reality.

Kageyama looks at him, then glances down between them.

“Wearing your underwear or not?” he asks.

Kunimi laughs and drags him onto the bed.

no tags

poem, 16 lines.

Your hands shake as
you scribble sappy lines
across notebook pages.
Almost unreadable, though
you never had any intention to share these thoughts.
They're all needless confessions: words
and words and dreams you'll never say.

It's always been platonic
or as much as it could be with the electricity in your veins singing for him.
But now your skin is on fire and frozen all at once,
and it doesn't feel the same with anyone else.

Friendship isn't meant to sear, to burn like a brand on your flesh.
You know you're his even if he doesn't,
he owns the way you say his name.
You cling to him for dear life, and your hands still shake,
he owns that too.

no tags
Poem, 15 lines

Your hands were large and
they fit perfectly against the
curves of his collarbones-fingertips pressing
into the gentle hollow of his throat.

He felt like something soft
like you could dig in and bury yourself deep,
build a home from his flesh.

You wanted to live inside his skin,
design and build a palace, a childhood blanket fort where
you could tell each other stories of samurai and spaceships.

But, where he was pale, it was ivory not paper.
You could cut him and he'd only bleed, never break.

There was no place for you inside of him,
and he never has needed a home in you,
so you followed, ever dutiful and you hoped he'd let you.

no tags
Poem, 22 lines

This was always the sort of love that felt rough
like the skin of chapped lips, and
you tore at the skin with your teeth,
you licked at the wounds and it only got worse.

There was a part of your heart that was
always somewhere with him.
When he left, --you didn't watch him go--
that part followed, clinging to his skin,
climbing into his pocket.

It was there, with him as he grew,
and you thought you were just something less now
thought you were just two thirds of a person
walking around and trying to live.
That part stayed there, within his skin,
beating like a second heart,
learning to only love him.

When you saw him again,
and you felt in your chest that something
that was broken had been fixed,
your two parts rejoiced in their reunion.

You loved him more than you did before
but he smiles like he's not yours.

No Major Tags, blood mention
Number: 4

You're just loose skin over ruined ribs,
the shadow of a smile. You taste
of dirt and rust; the last tinge of leftover glory.

Rust coats thick-
a taste on your tongue, just ruined steel,
but you hold, squeezing knuckles until they're white,
until your fingers bleed red-orange.

And when he finally comes
to you-- to tear down your castle walls,
to rip the throne
from your fingertips-- you scream.

Slam the doors,
break down your own walls
to bury him.

He looks up to you,
his eyes are blue like
the sky that you never remember to see,
and he offers you his hand.

You laugh before you cry.

Rusted, flaking steel, cold and hard,
fragile like you,
hold tight.

You watch the light fade from his eyes,
he leaves you alone,
as if that was your plan all along.

SWAG PARTICIPANT #88
Sorry, this wasn't what you wanted...

—

They make love for the first time in the winter.

They take shelter in an abandoned church, its walls and pillars strewn with overgrown vines and flowers blooming within the cracks. Oikawa lays Kageyama down on a church pew before leaning in himself to press his lips to Kageyama's, a nudge of his tongue enough for Kageyama to part his lips. Kageyama shivers against him and Oikawa chuckles into his mouth, his own cold hands slipping underneath Kageyama's shirt to warm themselves up.

"Trust me," Oikawa breathes into Kageyama's mouth before capturing it again.

Kageyama's body trembles in his hands and Oikawa slowly inhales as he sits up to watch, his fingertips brushing down the edges of Kageyama's torso. This is his, at least until the next morning. The fire next to them, strong for the next hour, illuminates Kageyama, a dance of sharp and soft shadows across his skin inviting Oikawa to leave his mark. He nips at the junction between Kageyama's neck and collarbone, teeth sinking in to leave behind a blotch of red and purple.

Their clothes are lying on the floor next to them, heavy from a day's worth of traveling and surviving. They unwind now, with delicate fingers running over aged scars and fresh wounds. Kageyama winces and Oikawa curses at particularly messy, painful touches—but it's a sign that they're still alive, in a world where everything else is dead.

The morning comes far too quickly for what should be winter. Oikawa is stirred from his drowsiness by the sound of something akin to a crash just outside the church walls, and the sound of strangled screams that come after it.

They have to run.

He grabs their stuff and shakes Kageyama by the shoulder. Before Kageyama can even react, Oikawa's already packed everything up—quick and easy from experience—and taking his hand so they can run before the church door bursts open just as the windows shatter. Kageyama looks behind, sleep gone from his wide eyes, only to see the undead filling the church like an infestation. It's just like the first time.

Miyagi's population was almost entirely dead within a week.

Neither of them talk as they dash through forest behind the church as fast as they possibly can. When they leap over the deceased, they don't even give a second glance; even just one second's delay can mean death. Those things move fast.

Adrenaline isn't enough after maybe fifteen minutes with all the baggage they have on their backs and the rough ground under their worn feet. Kageyama slows down just a little bit and Oikawa follows suit, as if he's sensed that they aren't keeping the same pace, before turning around. Kageyama clutches at his bent knees while trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible. He can feel the disapproval, picture the upturned lip on Oikawa's face though he stopped when he could've left him behind.

He looks up at Oikawa with only pants escaping his lips. It's less than a second that Oikawa has hands cupping Kageyama's face, pulling him in close and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't be dumb, Tobio-chan," and their lips move together with every word that Oikawa exhales. He's just as breathless as Kageyama is. "We have to keep moving."

The next time they make love is quietly in an abandoned car on the west side of Tokyo, the only sign of life in the ruins.

The car shakes when Oikawa shoves his hips in, and they both still while the sound travels through the empty space surrounding them. Kageyama's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, but Oikawa shuts him up with a rough kiss to his lips, his hands like a vice and cradle around Kageyama's head. Oikawa can almost feel the bruising, the ugly clash of teeth and tongue that is much quieter than the two of them will ever be apart.

The interior is cold, but it's the heat of their skins meeting that keep them warm. Oikawa shuts his eyes and slips his tongue into Kageyama's mouth, the taste of blood lingering from what must've been Kageyama biting too hard on his cheeks to stifle any fleeting noise.

There's only darkness outside when Oikawa slowly begins to move. They can't see but they can feel with their hands, trained for everything because that's what it takes to live, details that others would miss. Oikawa can feel the rough line of a scratch healing at the top of Kageyama's abdomen, uneven skin brushing against the pads of his fingers. He knows Kageyama to every turn and trace, and maybe only that—but it's more than he will ever know about the future. Their future. And he will take what he can get.

Oikawa sleeps too long—a miscalculation, really—and wakes only to the deafening sound of a gunshot. He startles awake and rushes over to the source of the sound, finding Kageyama standing there with his shaking hands holding a gun.

"Is there something?" Oikawa asks quietly. He doesn't see or hear anything coming, though.

"I, I thought," Kageyama stumbles, lips parted as he tries to find the words. There are still tremors in his hands when Oikawa takes them into his own. Oikawa leans in to distract him, his breath a comforting warmth in the middle of a frigid winter, and one that Kageyama receives greedily.

"Sily Tobio-chan, there's nothing out there," Oikawa whispers into his mouth, and he kisses and kisses, and Kageyama can feel Oikawa's fingers trembling around his. "Silly Tobio-chan, silly Tobio-chan..."

The next time they run, it's Oikawa that slows down. Kageyama stops to look behind him and sees Oikawa out of breath, more fresh blood than he usually sees. He steps closer and reaches an arm out to examine it, but Oikawa raises a hand before Kageyama can move any closer, only something reminiscent of a smirk on his lips before he grimaces.

"Don't..." Oikawa winces when he bends down a little, pressing his palms into a particularly red spot on his left shoulder. "You'll make it worse with how stupid you are, Tobio-chan."

His voice is light, Kageyama notes, but that blood on his shoulder is dark. Very dark. But not dark enough to be dry.

"I'm fine. One... of them just scratched me," Oikawa says. He slowly straightens up after with some difficulty. "We should go find somewhere for the night, though."

They make love for the last time at the end of winter, in someone else's bed in someone else's abandoned house, emptied by whoever had gotten there before them. The wallpaper is peeling, tinted grey by the cloudy skies filtering in through the windows, and the sheets are itchy but cleaner than everything they've ever slept on since they've been running.

Oikawa is between Kageyama's open legs, shirt off and wrapped around that shoulder from earlier. Before Kageyama can ask, Oikawa occupies his mouth with his fingers. Kageyama allows them in wordlessly, tastes the filth and the wounds that go beyond Oikawa's skin when he runs his tongue along those callused digits. His eyes are wide as he takes in Oikawa's reaction, cheeks barely illuminated a flushed red. There's a heat that washes over Oikawa when he feels Kageyama's lips close around his fingers—fingers that have taken lives, fingers that Kageyama willingly takes.

His breathing is shaky by the time that he's replaced those fingers with his mouth. Oikawa kisses until he cannot kiss anymore, until anything Kageyama wishes to say is stolen from his mouth, until the he cannot taste the blood anymore.

"Don't say anything, Tobio," Oikawa mutters and pins down the hand he sees going for that shoulder. His fingers, coiled tightly around those thin wrists, are shaking when Oikawa leans down to kiss Kageyama once more. Kageyama keeps silent.

Oikawa's head is in his lap. It's the beckoning of those hands that have Kageyama leaning down until their faces almost meet, lips mere centimeters apart. Oikawa's breath is still warm, melting all the ice of his harsh winter, unfurling against his skin in little puffs. They're kissing again, like it's the last time, and Kageyama only understands once he feels warm metal being pushed into his hands.

He pulls away, and there's a pistol sitting in his palms.

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poem, 15 lines

Press purple-blue-black bruises in the space below
your shirt collar, with mouths and hands-- teeth and fingernails,
and when you scream I know its more out of pleasure
than pain,
or maybe not,
but I'm not quite sure that I care.

Maybe there's a reason that we fit,
not like puzzle pieces, but like the
mangled metal of a car crash.
So wrapped around each other with the
beauty of death, destruction, that we lost who we once were.

Somehow now you're me,
and maybe I'm you,
but I'll only stop fighting when we're both too broken to move.

It's okay as long as you lose too.

SWAG PARTICIPANT #88
I wasn't strong enough to do a fully fleshed out Fight Club AU... I am so sorry... I also didn't feel comfortable going into full details because I can barely remember the Fight Club book and cannot access the source material right now.

The ground crumbles under his fingers, presses pebbles of itself into the fleshy palms of Kageyama's hands as he struggles to get up. He can still feel the filth underneath his fingernails, rotating his arm in his socket to the cheers of young men circled around them. That noise makes something warm drum in his veins, like he has to do something with the bony fists he owns.

"Come on, Tobio-chan," the figure across from him calls.

Kageyama can only look at the figure's shadow in front of him. He winces as he stands, pain shooting through his limbs like lightning strikes in his bones, and squints until he sees the faint line of Oikawa's condescending smile from a few feet away. The lighting in this underground rim is bright in his blurred vision and the crowd is just a conglomerate of dark figures.

Not even a second passes before he's practically slammed in the center of his chest. All the air escapes him. A flash of hot pain explodes in his mouth, followed by the taste permeating taste of blood. Kageyama gasps, claws at the ground as he tries to get air back into his chest. The world is closing in on him; all he can see is Oikawa's bare chest, littered with old scars and fresh bruises.

(It looks like his own.)

Everything goes black after.

When Kageyama walks into work the next morning, all the co-workers are staring at him. They murmur amongst themselves while Kageyama cuts through the office to get to his desk. One of them, an older woman who had always tried to treat him with a motherly disposition, walks over to him and gestures to his left temple along with the rest of his face.

"What happened, Kageyama-san? That looks painful," she says, her brows furrowed. "You should go take a look in the bathroom. Get freshened up. Work can wait just a little bit."

"What—"

"Go."

Kageyama goes to the restroom quietly. He can see the dark blotch of green and blue growing on his temple, swollen cheeks and a black eye in his reflection once he steps inside. Kageyama struggles to take a breath before he turns the faucet on, his chest jumping two ticks like he's waiting for something to come. With the water pooled in his hands, Kageyama splashes it onto his face, lets it all drip down his skin while he stares into the sink's dirty rim.

Everything hurts, like he'd been rammed by a car over and over for hours on end. He can still feel the grains of cement embedded in his skin from falling down and getting up so many times. Oikawa hits hard for someone with a pretty face—and how can a guy like that be so scary?

Kageyama slowly lifts his head up to look into the mirror again, and sees Oikawa smirking at him.

It sends shivers down his spine.

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

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

Re: FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T

Re: PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

Re: PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

Re: PROMPT: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

Re: FILL: TEAM HAIKYUU!! , RATING G

Re: FILL: TEAM HAIKYUU!! , RATING G

Re: FILL: TEAM HAIKYUU!! , RATING G

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

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

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FILL: SWAG 2016

FILL: SWAG 2016

FILL: SWAG 2016

FILL: SWAG 2016

cw: blood, death (implied), sexual content, zombies

FILL: SWAG 2016

blood, violence cw.