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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 Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, T+
This was all his subordinates’ fault, probably, at least the certain few that got him into this predicament.
It was a simple merger deal that a group of them flew out of town for. They were in the middle of the other company’s presentation when to his right Yahaba slid his notepad towards him.
On the outside edge he scribbled, “Don’t look now, but I think that guy across from you wants to take you out.”
Despite the warning, Iwaizumi still looked over and came face to face with an intense stare that he was slightly taken aback. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and noticed that next to Yahaba, Kindaichi had borrowed the notepad and was writing something down as well. The two were then feverishly exchanging notes, as if they weren’t in the middle of an important presentation, before Kunimi – who was next to Kindaichi – took the notepad away.
Bless him.
After the presentation was over, Kunimi went up to Iwaizumi and handed him the notepad. His face was a mix of apathy and slight amusement. Before he walked away he muttered, “Read at your own risk.”
Curiosity getting the best of him, Iwaizumi turned to the page where Yahaba and Kindaichi were passing notes back and forth to each other.
Y: Don’t look now, but I think that guy across from you wants to take you out.
K: Iwaizumi-san can take him!
Y: What? No! You totally missed the point.
K: What do you mean? I know the other guy is bigger than him, but I believe in Iwaizumi-san. He’ll make it out on top.
Y: Oh my god.
K: ???
Y: I’m not talking about them fighting! I’m talking about them f-
Yahaba never got to finish his sentence because it seemed that is when Kunimi snatched the notepad away to stop their shenanigans. Iwaizumi shook his head and chuckled lightly at their antics before tucking the notepad under his folders and making his way outside of the conference room to rejoin his group.
Okay, so maybe Kindaichi was onto something. Was this guy looking for a fight?
Ushijima Wakatoshi.
If he recalled correctly, that’s what was written on those generic stickers of ‘Hello. My Name Is….’ that everyone was advised to fill out prior to the meeting. Corporate team bonding exercises to promote genial camaraderie and make the merger smoother, they said.
Right.
There was nothing friendly about that piercing stare. Does the guy even blink? Iwaizumi’s been side-eyeing him during the entire reception. Sure, he’s seen others walk up to Ushijima to engage in small talk and to shake his hand, but soon after his olive eyes would glue themselves right back to his person. What did the guy even want?
Iwaizumi cleared his throat and tugged on the collar of his shirt, the room feeling a bit stuffy. Either from the alcohol consumption, and he admits he’s increased it the longer the night went on as he has to deal with the onslaught of businessmen, or from the heated gaze Ushijima was sending his way.
Hold on. Wait. Heated?
Iwaizumi shook his head and muttered under his breath at how that was definitely the alcohol talking and that waiter should stop coming over here to refill his glass. Said waiter showed up again for the umpteenth time and all Iwaizumi could ask was a strained out, “Why?”
In which the waiter simply smiled and told him, “You look like you need to loosen up a bit.”
Children, alcohol is never the answer, but if you’re stuck in a room full of false smiles and suit wearing phonies who will jump at the chance to climb up the social ladder and step on a few appendages along the way, then by all means, do what you must to endure through the night.
As the night progressed, his tolerance (along with his inebriation) reached its peak; he decided to listen to nature’s calling of emptying out his bladder. It was a reprieve from the bunch of ass kissers that have been lingering around his group for the past hours.
After finishing his business, Iwaizumi rolled his white sleeves up to his elbows to wash his hands. His head snapped up at the sound of the bathroom door gently closing. Through the mirror’s reflection, his eyes locked onto Ushijima’s who was still standing by the door. But within a few long strides, the taller man was almost right behind him, his height dwarfing his own self.
An intimidation tactic?
He could have sworn that the deal was coming along fine, there was no need for physical persuasion. Iwaizumi took a deep breath to steady himself. Damn, this was a new shirt too, a shame it would get roughed up during this scuffle.
Iwaizumi slowly turned around and rolled back his shoulders, squaring himself up for the impending fight. At least he’ll have an interesting story to share with the guys back home.
Ushijima showed no signs of making the first move, still intent on staring at him (what the hell was up with that), so Iwaizumi decided to do the honors. He clenched his fist and reared back before throwing the first punch, determined to land a blow on that stoically handsome (again must be the alcohol talking) face of his.
Except the punch never landed and was instead enclosed in a hand, much larger than his wow, and Iwaizumi braced himself for the counter attack only to be stunned and confused.
Really, really confused.
Ushijima had caught his fist and used that as a leverage to pull Iwaizumi up against him. Iwaizumi’s muddled brain managed to string the words of “what the fu-“ before all coherent thought escaped him as Ushijima captured his lips in searing kiss. He felt his fist being released from Ushijima’s grip as the taller of the two placed both of his hands onto his hips and guided him backwards until Iwaizumi’s backside bumped into the marble counter of sinks behind him.
Iwaizumi was the one to break the kiss, sobering up and his brain on high alert, as he tried to put breathing room distance between them. He gasped in air like he was deprived of it, and he was for a good few moments, however, Ushijima then turned his attention on the newly exposed skin that came as a result of Iwaizumi turning his head away from him.
“Wait! I…stop...!”
Ushijima stilled in his movements once he heard the strangled protest. His hands were still supporting Iwaizumi as it seemed he started sagging to the floor, weak knees be damned, before he tilted his head.
“I thought you accepted my invitation?”
Iwaizumi was baffled.
“Invitation? To what? And what does kissing me have anything to do with that?”
Ushijima studied his confused face for a moment before sighing and releasing his grip. He righted the collar of Iwaizumi’s disheveled shirt and backed away slightly.
“My apologies. I figured with all the side-glances you were sending my way, I thought you shared and returned my interest and intentions.”
Iwaizumi felt like pulling his hair out. This guy was ridiculous. What intentions. He thought Ushijima wanted to fight him. “And how was I supposed to know you were coming onto me like that?”
“My attention was on you the entire night.”
Oh.
So, that’s what all that staring was for... Wow, Kindaichi was so off the mark and Yahaba needs to select his choices of words better.
Ushijima, despite his stoic demeanor, at least had the gall to look somewhat apologetic and maybe a bit embarrassed? Iwaizumi almost felt bad for the guy. The other man gave him a curt nod before turning around rigidly and making his way out the bathroom.
Before he could reach the door handle, however, Iwaizumi caught his wrist and oh my god what was he doing. Apparently Ushijima shared similar thoughts because he decided to voice his troubles aloud.
“…Iwaizumi?”
This was a bad idea. Iwaizumi was confused and a bit horny.
This was a very bad idea indeed.
“Would you,” he cleared his throat and glanced at down at their feet, “…would you like to come back to the hotel room…with me?” He finished off rather lamely and he could feel his cheeks start to burn.
Silence.
Iwaizumi was about to retract the offer and brush it off as the alcohol talking, but in reality that kiss really sobered him up, until Ushijima opened the door and with a smirk he leaned down and whispered into his ear, “After you.”
This is going to have a sequel or continuation as I didn't get it to go where I wanted it to go since I chickened out of posting the more naughty bits of the story.
Re: FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, T+