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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.

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.

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THESE TWO HAVE SUCH A GREAT DYNAMIC THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR LAST DAY OF SWAG!

Anon. #12
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the rhythmic shaking of the cabin
as the train rides over the tracks
the distance traveled, just a marker
of the lengths of how far i am
how far i ran, away from you

no written farewells left behind
no goodbyes to delay my trip
no you to change my mind

what people call a vacation
you’d call running away
maybe that’s what i’m doing
maybe that’s where we were headed

but in this town, with no meaning to its name
i can start over, begin a new life
until i find another you
who will make me pack up
and catch the next train

Anon. #12
tags: post-break up
lines: 14

no amount of layers could keep me warm
the way you did when you were next to me
it’s a different kind of chill, one that manifests
from loneliness, doubt, and anxiety

foolish was i, to think i could replace you
with many others who could never fill the hole
and warm the spot you left behind
but i carry on with my day, as i know you’d wish me to

though the pain still vibrates within the rib cage that
houses the beating organ, no cardiologist can diagnose
and prescribe a cure for a broken heart

are we too broken to fix, too hurt to try again?
is it too selfish to still want you, despite how you could do better
is it too late to change my ways, to be the one you deserve.

Anon. #12
tags: literary device - repetition
lines: 16

how lucky is that person
to be the one to make you happy
to be the receiver of your love
to be the one who sees you at your weakest
to be the one who sees you at your best

how lucky is that person
to give you the happiness you deserve
to give you memories you’ll always treasure
to give you support in times of despair
to give you their whole world, had you asked

how lucky is that person
that i could be him,
that i could be the one whose love is returned
that i could be the one who puts a smile on your face
that i could be the one who you’ll see at the end of the day
that i could be the one who will promise you forever.

Anon. #12
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there may be a different catcher on home plate,
but i’m eternally grateful for the one who showed the way
the one who held my hand,
the one to thank for where i am now,
standing on center stage,
the pitcher’s mound at nationals,
the roar of the crowd painted with our colors
serves as the background to a career in the sport that
shut me out, only for you to open the door
and extend your hand

i reached out to you, your grip firm and steady
within your hold was a promise, three years, you said
but the product of your hard work, and mine combined
were the stepping stones for many years after, until
i could hold myself steady, on that block, leg pointed high,
my body working through the familiar motions

a big windup,
one to make you proud.

Anon. #12
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this love story has a time limit
of sixty seconds or less
a ridiculous notion to the rest of us
but the time it takes for our eyes to meet
for recognition to register
need only sixty seconds

ten seconds
we arrive on opposite sides
of the crosswalk, a wall of people
separates and blocks the view

twenty seconds
cars speed by as they drive too recklessly
close to end of the curb, pedestrians beware
the light hasn’t changed

thirty seconds
cars come to a slow as the yellow light
sneaks up on them, the crowd restlessly waiting
the traffic light turns red, but for us that’s “GO”

forty seconds
people carving a path for themselves
while others are swept along in the stream
i bumped into too many people to count

fifty seconds
the countdown is already at five,
i've only crossed half-way, time to speed walk
and that’s when i saw you

sixty seconds
the countdown reaches zero
the traffic light turns green again,
cars continue their recklessness path
but there you are, on the other side,
iwaizumi hajime.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 15

falling in love with your best friend
the greatest crime i’m charged with
but also, my most daring escape
maybe it’s taking the easy way out,
it’s surely not the least painful,
the lesser of two evils.

the thorn in my side, came from a most
beautiful rose, best to nip it in the bud
and sanitize the infection love wreaked,
while the damage is still containable.

feelings left unsaid, i play innocent
play your role, hajime, you play it best
he needs you to fill that spot, don’t be greedy
and so in self-sentenced silence
i wait it out and let this rose wilt.

Anon. #12
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to quantify love is an endeavor
to quantify such an abstraction
is a fool’s journey, and yet
here i find myself comparing
the feelings i hold for you to be
greater than the sum of forty
thousand brothers, in quote

if i can’t express in words the
extent of my affection, i’ll quantify
it with the billions of stars in the sky
comets, nebulas, galaxies, all reflecting
in the dark blue pools of your eyes
creating a starry night on a clear summer day
to quantify the extent of emotions
is like trying to count to infinity.

participant 9.

rei watches.
his eyes glide over rin
he stands there with his team
their team, but undoubtedly, his team.
the huddle can’t be described any other way but
beautiful
he thinks.

the tile is cold against his feet
rin curls his toes on it
anticipation from again
he flicks his eyes over to rei in the stands
his heart beats there too.

the gun rings and their hearts sync.

rin-san, please teach me.

participant 9.

a king has many subjects
they follow,
they have to.
hinata shoyo chooses to.
kageyama tobio follows him after.

every day with him is a day kageyama never regrets.
even when their words cut each other
gyms, bus seats, distances apart
the ball brushes against kageyama’s fingertips,
he remembers

not going to do it?
kageyama locks up
his eyes see the ball, the sun
he steps toward the sun.

sexual content

When you swallow me
it's like poison:
lips pursed--throat loose,
ready to constrict.

You're not afraid, not
even with my hands in your
hair like steel vices.
You're the type of mess I like best.

When you taste, I hope
you taste my desire
for you, every
good-bad sensation,
and you choke it down.

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There's a part
of me that tugs
at a part of you.

I orient around how you move,
you curl into my side
my hands wind around yours.

If I needed a place
to call home, I'd call you;
eyes bright--shining, surely
you'd allow it, even if you
don't need me the way
I need you.

And I point to you, compass
needle honed towards the
rare smiles on your face.

Anon. #12
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Arakita has a problem.

That problem being that for the longest time he has had a crush on Fukutomi. Not one of those simple things you could try to dismiss or forget about or just let go of--believe him, he had tried that--but more like a real thing. Something he has thought about for a while, something that he wants.

And the ideal goal would be to finally say all of the things he's been wanting to say to Fukutomi, to finally put them out there and in words rather than keeping it all inside. To thank Fukutomi for all that he's done for him, for picking him up when he was at the bottom and didn't think there was anything left for him, for giving him something to reach for and the will to move forward again.

But it's not only that. Yes, those things will stick with Arakita forever and meeting Fukutomi is something he's always thankful for, but realizing that he had an actual crush on Fukutomi, that he wants to act on those feelings and be more than just friends encompasses so much more.

Initially, Arakita hadn't understood Fukutomi. At All. He didn't get what he wanted or why he even cared or what he felt. Arakita had disliked him, then. Maybe because he's difficult to read, maybe because Fukutomi's weird and intensive way of pushing Arakita was annoying back then, but those feelings had quickly faded and transformed to ones of friendship instead.

As they have spent time together and gotten to know each other over their years together, Arakita has found himself pulled in closer and closer by everything that Fukutomi is and everything he falls in love with. His ambition and reliability, his weird and unique sort of sincerity and intense gaze, and his strange quirks and awkward habits and mannerisms that Arakita is so grossly fond of.

All of that compiled together has led him to one very clear answer: that he has a huge ass crush on Fukutomi and should probably consider doing something about it.

But the solution to this problem, that's what isn't so easy. Feeling those things, falling in love and coming to terms with it, that's the simple part. But acting on it is another story. It's not like Arakita can just walk right up to Fukutomi and blurt out how he feels, or just pull him aside and kiss him without warning (although he'd like to, because fuck words, he sucks at those sometimes... most of the time.)

Well, he potentially could do those things. Hell, it would probably be easier than sitting around and thinking about it, wondering what he should say or how he should act or if there's even a chance of Fukutomi feeling the same.

But any of the initial solutions could end in even bigger problems or heartbreak or disaster. And that's just a big fucking no thank you.

There's also one more fact to consider in this whole mess: that Arakita has to gather up the courage to say or do anything about it in the first place.

(Yeah, that's kind of a big problem. And simplifying it with big is too much of an understatement. Probably.)

Finally, he decides to set a deadline for himself. Before graduation, he wants to confess to Fukutomi to tell him how he feels.

Toudou had made some off-handed and dramatic comment about not wanting to graduate with any regrets. Arakita rolled his eyes and scoffed at him then, but the idea actually isn't a bad one. Not that he'd ever admit to taking Toudou's advice, though. He'd never hear the end of it and he has to uphold some sort of reputation in these last few months together.

So one day, close to their exit from Hakone but far enough away that it's not an immediate end, Arakita texts Fukutomi to meet him. Although there is a possibility he wouldn't see it in time, Arakita knows that Fukutomi is eternally reliable about these sorts of things, about following through with the trust people place in him--Arakita has been doing that, placing all of his trust and loyalty in Fukutomi, for three years, after all.

(Besides, with a pre-arranged meeting, it's at least a little more certain that Arakita will actually do what he sets out to rather than changing his mind last minute.)

When Arakita shows up at the spot--outside of the club room that has been their home for three years, although they've since retired from since the end of Interhigh--Fukutomi is, of course, already there, waiting.

Arakita almost wants to roll his eyes, fond complaint on his lips, something like Fuku-chan's always gotta show me up even though I'm the one who arranged this.

But instead, he lifts his hand in a wave, stepping closer to Fukutomi. "Fuku-chan."

"Arakita." Fukutomi acknowledges his greeting with a nod. "Hello."

"Hey."

"What did you want to talk about?" Cutting right to the chase, then.

"Uh..." Now that this, his time to do what he had planned to, anything he had thought about saying, that he had practiced in his head leading up to this, immediately disappears leaving a blank spot in his wake. Not surprising at all, but still...

Fuck.

"Are you alright, Arakita?"

"I... I wanted to..."

Screw everything, he finally decides, blurting out without any grace or eloquence whatsoever, "I like you, Fuku-chan!"

Fukutomi is quiet for a moment, and Arakita waits for the worst. Then, "I like you too, Arakita. We have been friends and teammates for--"

Ah, yeah. Fukutomi is the most awkward and oblivious person probably in the history of ever, of course he would never pick up on the extreme amount of burning this crush has graced Arakita with for the past who even knows how long. And of course he wouldn't pick up on it even with Arakita here and literally screaming it for the whole world to hear, yet the one he wants to know and hear it the most doesn't realize it's for him, it's always been for him.

"Are you... no, not like... ugh! Are you serious, Fuku-chan?!"

This is just going great. He almost wants to just give up here and never exist ever again.

He's backed himself into this corner, might as well follow through. Arakita's always been good at impulsivity and not backing down. He sighs, throwing up his hands in the air as he looks away from Fukutomi. This might be easier to say if he can't see Fukutomi looking at him.

"Look! I... I just wanted to say that I like you, Fuku-chan! Like more than friends like you!" The words are rushed, and a little panicked, but now that Arakita has started, he can't stop. "And I don't know if you feel the same... Hell, I don't expect you to. But I just wanted you to know that before... before this... all of this is over."

He potentially could ramble on and on, louder and louder as they often get when he's nervous or embarrassed. But Arakita stops there, heart trying to break its way out of his chest as he stands there, realizing that he actually said it.

Fukutomi is silent for a moment, and Arakita doesn't look at him yet. Out of fear of what the response will be, or if he'll even get one.

Finally, Arakita turns to leave and murmurs, quiet and defeated, "This was stupid. Sorry for bothering you, Fuku-chan. I'll just..."

But there's a hand on his arm then, strong and certain, pulling Arakita right back in before he can leave. For a moment, it gives him hope that this isn't over, that he'll somehow succeed and get the result he wants.

"Yasutomo, wait."

"What? You wanna let me down to my face or something?" Arakita looks down, still, his face burning like it's on fire.

"No. I wasn't expecting..." Fukutomi trails off for a moment. He doesn't let go of Arakita's arm and holds him close until--

Fukutomi kisses Arakita, then. And Arakita freezes, unsure of how to react let alone if this is even real, even though this is what he's wanted for so long.

When he's sure this isn't some cruel dream, he leans closer, despite the awkward angle, and kisses Fukutomi back. It's not long, but it's good. So good to be free of the constraints of fear and rejection.

Fukutomi still holds him close when they pull back from this kiss. "I didn't think you felt the same."

"Ha, well that's where you're wrong." He laughs a little now, feeling lighter, free.

"How long have you...?"

"Long enough," Arakita says, still a little on high, the rush of his heart and having Fukutomi obtainable within his grasp for once rather than two steps ahead a little distracting to form full and detailed explanations.

Fukutomi doesn't respond for a moment, like he's mulling the idea over, before he loosens his grip on Arakita's arm, reaches down to take his hand instead. Their fingers twine together, a comfortable fit, like the pieces of a puzzle have finally slotted together after spending forever searching for that perfect piece to finish it off.

"I like you too, Yasutomo. I have for a while, but I never told you. I'm sorry I never..."

Arakita kicks his shoe gently, a way to dismiss the apology. "It's not like I was any better about it." He smiles, relaxed and content now that he's no longer fearing being rejected or that this was a dumb idea.

"Would you like to make up for lost time?"

He looks down at their intertwined hands, then back at Fukutomi, grinning. "Not gonna fight you on that." And he leans forward, kissing Fukutomi again.

participant 9.

his smile is a dangerous
it’s blinding, warming
the sun
kageyama tobio has had first hand exposure.

capes keep him warm too, he thinks,
but only skin deep
it’s cold where he stands
an island where the sun doesn’t reach.

no more.
when he spikes he’s just as warm
it’s powerful, fast, a gust
a warm summer breeze
that wraps your heart
blows off your cape
it’s a reminder
that
you brighten up my life

hinata’s volleyball is just as dangerous.

Anon. #12
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Anon. #12
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lines: 20

the greatest enemy you face
isn’t in the person in the lane
next to yours, but rather the
one you see everyday
the one reflected back

smoky residue from the gun
a bang that echoes in the pool room
you spring forward and dive in
the jolt and adrenaline kicks in
as the water welcomes you into
her domain, a streamline of your
body etched into her chlorine depths

as the hand makes contact with
the timer stops its meticulous ticking
gasping for air, muscles burning
above you the scores all clock in
you search for your name among
the higher ranks, but a sinking sensation
sets in, akin to drowning (cruel irony)
you only have yourself to blame.

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Follow the lines your nails leave
on my skin like they're lost trails.

There's just something about
the way it feels when
I'm not sure you can stop.

We come together like
two broken things looking for
our missing parts,
we strip each other to
the bone for scrap.

And I keep coming back
because you hurt me
in all the right ways.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 16

we accept the love we think we deserve
even if it’s just the scrappy left-overs
the pieces that past lovers left behind
instead they took away only our best qualities
the persona that we build, that we created
to put ourselves out there on the scene

but the one at home, the one who snores loudly
the one who always has a sock missing
the one who forgets to walk the dog
the one who, in the utmost essence, is me
they could never love

they say the first step is to love yourself
and the rest will follow, but what about
those who settle, and accept what’s given
too afraid to think about if anyone will
ever love them again.

participant 9.

he almost lets the words get to his heart.
your will is not necessary.
no no no he tells himself,
shakes his head
kageyama’s afraid.
i am too.

they meet again on the court
on opposite sides
(it’s familiar,
hinata has to blink away the maroon.)

not yet. it’s not time yet.
come back to me soon
they look at each other in the eyes.
they know then.
(fear stopped them,
trust started them.)

when they pull off the new quick,
a chemical reaction,
something amazing.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 17

the strong curve of his shoulders
the wide arc of his back
the steely gaze locked on a goal
that goes beyond the finish line
each stroke, pulls him toward the finish
each kick, propels him to victory

the feeling of seeing your name
with no one else above it
times that are record breaking
medals glinting and abundant
like a war hero coming back
victorious with his spoils from battle

his announcement to the world
a challenger, he shall wait
to duel with him in agility and strength
it’s not about who can let him,
but a question of who can stop him.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 17

maybe it’s childish to believe in soulmates
no profound scientific backing
but as i try to catch your flitting gaze
bend over backward to make you smile
my traitorous heart can’t help,
but think maybe somewhere
in a universe far away, there exists a
you and me who live in perfect harmony

a universe in which it has it right,
one we can be together
one where we aren’t so different
as day and night

as i see you go back to him, your teammate in red
i know i wasn’t one of the lucky ones
to have that spot by your side
maybe in the next timeline we meet
it won’t feel like we’re galaxies away

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