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Bonus Round 1: Quotes
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!
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]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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!
FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T
"Hmm~ Y'know, Mattsun," Oikawa says from barely a foot away, studying Matsukawa's face over the edge of a textbook, "ever thought about shaping your eyebrows a bit? If you took a little off the top, and a little off under the outer sides..." His hands hover in the space between them, as if acting out the waxing and plucking happening in his mind.
Matsukawa puts his textbook down and catches Oikawa's hands by the wrists. Oikawa is very good at letting twelve insults fly with just the one breath, but Matsukawa is used to it. He presses his thumbs gently into Oikawa's palms and says, placid, "And end up looking like you? No thanks."
"God, yeah, no thanks," Hanamaki echoes from three desks away. He doesn't even look up from his algebra.
That sets Oikawa off. "What's wrong with looking like me, huh? I am extremely attractive, I'll have you know!"
"I know," Matsukawa says without entirely meaning to—
"We've heard," Hanamaki says, saving him from complete embarrassment.
But it's a little too late. Oikawa stares at Matsukawa as if he's an alien—with awe and wonder. "You think I'm attractive, Mattsun?"
Matsukawa, mostly recovered, just smiles. "Hearsay." And not to be too S or anything, but, abject disappointment, he thinks, is a cute little look on Oikawa's cute little face.
*
"Mattsun, then what about a comb? Ever owned one of those?"
Oikawa is sometimes lucky that Matsukawa is not the fastest on the court—
"Shittykawa, stop disrupting practice!" Iwaizumi yells.
—and unlucky that Iwaizumi is faster.
*
"You're scary, Mattsun," Oikawa says on occasion. Occasions other than when Matsukawa is chasing him like a lumbering bear—those times, he just laughs.
Matsukawa invariably shrugs because it's not as if Oikawa doesn't horrifying things himself all the damn time, like reading right through a play as if it were a picture book or slamming down super-fast serves to save set points.
All Matsukawa likes to do is casually force an opponent's hand every now and again. (The only person it hasn't worked on yet in any way, shape or form is Iwaizumi. Apparently the hands of an arm-wrestling champion are impossible to force. It's a little vexing.)
Sometimes, Oikawa's eyes remain on Matsukawa's face—narrow and focused, analytic and sharp.
"What's up?" Matsukawa says, ignoring that faintly hunted feeling he still gets, to this day, in the business end of Oikawa's sights. It doesn't mean anything. It's just in-game Oikawa. If they weren't on the court, it would be kind of a turn on. (It's kind of a turn on anyway, but Matsukawa isn't Yahaba. He can handle a little heat like this.) "You're serving next, you know."
"You're scary," Oikawa says again, as if in confirmation, with a smile breaking onto his face that says and I like it. He takes the ball from Matsukawa's hands.
And Matsukawa, watching Kindaichi in front crouch and protect the back of his head; watching Oikawa bounce the ball once, twice, wrapping concentration around himself like a second skin; Matsukawa, thinking to himself I'm not half the monster you are though, smiles a little too, and shakes his head.
He might have a thing for monsters.
*
The 'might' is not actually applicable, according to Hanamaki, commenting at length about Matsukawa's inappropriate court boners (physically untrue) and eyesex (unprovable) with their Captain.
Matsukawa does actually like Oikawa though, the monster and the person. Despite having thought, once upon a time, that he had better taste than this.
"I seriously thought you had better taste than this," Hanamaki says, picking at his bento with a put-upon air.
Matsukawa sighs. "I know. Sorry. Please don't throw rice over the side of the roof."
It's a problem. Mostly because a lot of people want Oikawa Tooru in some way, shape or form, in or out of clothes, and realistically speaking Matsukawa doesn't have all that much to offer that's special except maybe the size of his dick.
"You thought something fucking weird just now, didn't you," Hanamaki says with a resigned sort of disgust, clicking the lid of his bento shut with the rice still inside.
"Yeah," Matsukawa admits. "Sorry. But, Maki, what if he takes it badly. It'd suck if I never got another special toss in this lifetime, you know?"
"There's always Yahaba," Hanamaki says—and cracks a grin when Matsukawa makes a show of shuddering ("Not my type.") "Look, Matsu. Point is. This is Oikawa we're talking about, you know? Hanger Tooru. Even if he doesn't like you back, he'll just be stoked you think he's hot the same way everyone else on the planet does. That's the worst it's gonna be. You aren't gonna break the team up or anything, so..."
Matsukawa raises a brow. "You think he's hot?"
Hanamaki rolls his eyes. "That's what you got out of what I just said? No, I do not. Iwaizumi and I have to remain the last bastions of sanity on this godforsaken planet."
Matsukawa chuckles. It does feel like he's losing it a little bit. But that can't be helped. It's just the Oikawa Effect. "Touché."
*
The problem is, while Matsukawa isn't above forcing an opponent's hand, he can't just kabe-don his way into Oikawa's pants. That would actually be his one sure way to end up ostracized. And dead. And probably set on fire. All his own fault.
But on the plus side:
• Oikawa has remained 100% single since Class 1's Nana-chan dumped him for having volleyballs for brains (—said Takeru)
• At any given time, Oikawa is about 65% gay
• Matsukawa doesn't mind the fact Oikawa has volleyballs for brains.
Matsukawa taps the end of his pen against his desk, watching the clock. He doesn't want to get laughed at for chasing—not this kind of chasing. He just has to play his cards right.
Thirteen minutes.
*
He decides to try his luck on an afternoon when Iwaizumi has arm wrestling challengers to face. (See, look. Matsukawa likes Oikawa more than he likes the chance to beat Iwaizumi at arm wrestling. This is the true sign of a gone man.) He offers to walk Oikawa home, having readied a set of Million Dollar Minute questions.
"Would you date any of our regulars?" Matsukawa asks as they pass the corner store, as if it's nice weather out here today, isn't it.
Oikawa laughs, light-hearted enough, over his bottle of Royal Milk Tea. He's happiest on the way home after practice when (a) his side of the team has beat Yahaba's; and (b) he has Royal Milk Tea. "Maybe. You're all pretty good guys. Except for Iwa-chan. He's a week-old lump of horse shit."
Matsukawa hums through a tangent about how Iwa-chan better not let Kyotani beat him, or hand his crown to anyone else, because the club will never hear the end of it, if it happens, and Kyotani will become a loose cannon who won't listen to anyone (even more than he is now). "I see."
Oikawa is very good at letting his feelings be known, but Matsukawa is used to this.
"So, ruling Kyotani out, would you date Hanamaki?"
"What's with the twenty questions?" Oikawa laughs. "Never thought about dating Makki. Would you?"
"Nah," Matsukawa says easily, polishing off the rest of his cheesy meat bun. "He's not my type."
Oikawa raises a brow, interest successfully piqued. "Who's your type then, Mattsun?" He tilts his head, considering, and taps his Royal Milk Tea against his chin. "You like them cute, I bet."
"Yeah."
"And shorter than you."
"Only a little."
"Hm."
"Brown hair, brown eyes, smug face, shitty attitude..."
"Hey!" Oikawa protests—but then pauses, eyes narrowing. Why did I even interject? is written all over his face.
Matsukawa grins. "Would you date Kindaichi?"
"What? No, he's a child."
"Kunimi?"
"That princess?"
"So then would you date me?"
Matsukawa sets this question as off-handedly as the others but Oikawa still stops walking at once, still sees through it immediately.
Of course. That's what Matsukawa likes about him, after all.
"Was that a hypothetical question or a confession, Mattsun?" Oikawa says, brown hair and brown eyes radiant in the late-afternoon sun. As sharp as ever.
Matsukawa shrugs. Above all, he trusts Oikawa's judgment. "Whichever you'd prefer," he says honestly. As Captain. As Oikawa Tooru. As the person I like.
He looks steadily back at Oikawa and waits.
"...Mattsun, you're scary," Oikawa says with a little, lopsided grin across the foot of sun-warmed pavement between them.
Matsukawa gives a mirroring smile. "I do mean it, though."
"I know~" Oikawa says. He turns away, lacing his fingers behind his back, and takes a few lazy, considering steps ahead. "That's the scary part."
"You don't have to answer," Matsukawa says, walking slowly, trailing deliberately. "I don't mind."
Oikawa stops then, and turns around. "I never leave declarations hanging." He takes a step into Matsukawa's space and smiles when Matsukawa doesn't step back. Toe to toe, hand in Matsukwa's shirt, Oikawa pulls him in and kisses him.
Matsukawa resets easily, placing his palm gently by Oikawa's jaw. Kissing back, he thinks Oikawa tastes like sunlight and shadow, a storm's calm, and fresh, vibrant rain.
When they pull back, Matsukawa lets his hands rest, linked, at the small of Oikawa's back. Meanwhile Oikawa pokes critically at Matsukawa's face, frowning. "Your chin's so rough, what's with that?"
"It's past 5 o'clock," Matsukawa points out. And practice was extra early that morning. He can't help being a little hairy.
"That'll take some getting used to," Oikawa decides before stepping back and taking Matsukawa's calloused hand in his own. He regards their linked fingers in the dying light, careful and considering. "But I guess we can give this a try."
Matsukawa smiles, too content to be jaded. Sanity be damned. "Couldn't ask for more."
Oikawa's eyes light up at that. "Really?" he says, grinning cheeky. "Cause that's not the Mattsun I know..."
A valid point. Matsukawa chuckles. "Guess I could have a few more suggestions if you're up for some dick after homework tonight."
Oikawa laughs. "That's more like it."
*
"Now will you let me shape your brows?" Oikawa says, resting his chin on folded arms atop Matsukawa's chest. "Issei~ please?"
"No," Matsukawa says. In truth, he wouldn't really mind either way, but just giving Oikawa what he wants all the time isn't really part of Matsukawa's game plan. (That, and it's just funny seeing Oikawa's various methods of coercion.)
Oikawa pouts. "What's the point in dating you if I'm not allowed to be your personal stylist, huh? I just want the world to know that my Mattsun is cute!"
"I'm always cute," Matsukawa deadpans. "And anyway, I thought the point was in my pants."
"The secondary point is in your pants—"
"It's pretty big for a secondary point."
"—Mattsuuun...!"
Matsukawa grins. Teasing Oikawa is still as fun as it ever was. Getting to see his reactions up close is even better.
Oikawa puffs up his cheeks. "You're so not cute. Shige-chan is heaps cuter than you."
Matsukawa raises a brow. "Did he confess to you, too?"
"Who knows~" Oikawa says. "Is his admiration of me pure~? Find out on the next episode of—"
Oikawa cuts off with a strangled noise as Matsukawa flips him onto his back, reversing their positions with ease.
Spread-eagled, Oikawa blinks up at the ceiling. "...y'know, I'm still not quite used to dating someone my own size either."
Matsukawa hums—"Get used to it."—and leans down on braced arms to kiss Oikawa's mouth. "And tell Yahaba to pick another senpai, too. Maki or something..."
"Don't plan on letting me go?" Oikawa supposes. Matsukawa looks up at his tone, and sure enough Oikawa's smile and brown eyes are shining and sharp.
"It wasn't on my To Do list," Matsukawa says, grinning lazy.
"I'll make you work to keep me though~ You know, I'm pretty high-maintenance..." Oikawa almost looks coy. As if Matsukawa wouldn't already know better.
He chuckles. "Challenge accepted. Do your worst."
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HANAMAKI LOSES HIS APPETITE WITH LOVE IN THAT "FUCK DON'T TELL ME U WANNA BANG MY BROTHER JFC IM TRYIN'A EAT" KINDA WAY LMao imsorr y akjhkwjae i'm sorry for this whole thing idek what it is anymore it's not strictly with the prompt but i... .. im just.. ... /lies down. i tried.