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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!
PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
"The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive."
-Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
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IT RLY IS A SHIP THAT SORT OF JUST....JUMPS AT U BUT U CANT LET GO AFTER
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FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, E
It starts on a train, between half a carriage of tired businessmen and self-absorbed schoolgirls on the way back from tuition. Crowded. 8:40pm. The crowd jostles Sousuke's sore shoulder and he feels his brows draw further beneath the brim of his black baseball cap. He tries to turn away from the press of bodies, tries to stick as close to the cool metal of the carriage wall as he can, but it's a bit hard with how broad as his shoulders are. Then a silhouette cuts into his halogen light.
Sousuke looks across—and up, ever so slightly—into the stoic face of a guy around his own age. Maybe 190cm. A dark olive gaze looks back at him, steady.
"What are you doing," Sousuke says. It's not too often that guys on the train get into his personal space. It's not too often that they're taller than him. Sousuke might still be a shade broader across the back, even with his arm in a sling, but they're probably around the same weight. The same muscle-to-mass ratio.
"The strong should protect the weak," Mr. Stoic says.
Sousuke narrows his eyes, unimpressed. Sure, he's just on his way back from seeing a sports injury specialist, but Mr. Stoic doesn't know that. "Did you just call me weak." Sousuke keeps his voice low, just a suggestion of violence. They're on a train, after all. In public.
Mr. Stoic seems to shrug without moving. "It is different on the court, of course. I show none of my opponents mercy. But you are injured." A pause. "I am Ushijima Wakatoshi."
"I didn't ask," Sousuke tells him but then pauses too, because his mother would be ashamed if she heard him. Hell, even Rin would ask where his manners were. "Yamazaki Sousuke."
Ushijima nods. "I play volleyball."
I don't care. "I swim." Technically, swam.
"Ah," Ushijima says. He gives Sousuke's damaged shoulder a once-over. "Rotator cuff tear?"
Sousuke feels a sour taste colour his words. "Who knows." Probably.
"I see."
Ushijima stops talking then and, Sousuke, with nothing else in his field of vision but Ushimjima's strong jaw, drops his gaze a little, weary. At least he's not being jostled anymore. Ushijima stands steady as a rock on their moving train, hand pressed to the carriage wall by Sousuke's ear.
He smells like deodorant and a quick, post-training shower; decked out in a black, red and white tracksuit uniform that has JAPAN emblazoned beneath their national flag just left of the zip. A national-level player? Another high-flyer, then... just like Rin. Just like Sousuke had once been. And didn't that just figure.
The train lurches to the side around a bend and a grab-handle swings gently into Ushijima's temple. Startled, he turns—it swings again and taps him between the eyes. Ushijima blinks. Sousuke feels a smile creep onto his face watching the scene play out. "You aren't local, are you?" he says. No self-respecting skyscraper from Tokyo would let himself be ambushed by the grab-handles in front of train doors.
Ushijima frowns, shifting minutely away from the grab-handle. Closer to Sousuke. "...my school is located in Miyagi," he says with a trace of stiffness.
"You're training here?" Sousuke supposes. Tokyo should be where all national-level athletes gather, after all.
Ushijima nods.
"Where are your teammates?"
A frown tugs down the sides of Ushijima's mouth. "They have gone drinking because it is Friday, despite the fact we have another training session from 6 in the morning tomorrow."
Sousuke raises a brow. "Wouldn't they be suspended if they were caught?" He pauses in thought. "You are with the Under-20's, aren't you?" Though Ushijima's face is by all appearances made of stone, there's a juvenile light to his competitive eyes that Sousuke feels resonate with himself. He would guess eighteen, nineteen...
"Eighteens," Ushijima confirms. "It is for that reason I will not join them."
Sousuke chuckles. Ushijima is not only a stick in the mud, but also old-fashioned. "So you're free 'til 6 in the morning tomorrow?"
Ushijima raises one brow but nods anyway.
"I'm staying at a hotel near Ikebukuro station," Sousuke says, a grin resting lopsided on his face. "Twin share, no roommate. Come over if you've got some time tonight. Or stay over if you want."
Ushijima seems to have a quiet fight with himself, brows knotting. He glances at a—assumedly his—large duffle on the luggage rack behind Sousuke's head. He looks at his hand against the carriage wall, frowns a little more to himself and says, at great length, "...my room mate is... disrespectfully noisy. Last week he returned at 3am on Saturday morning." Raising his gaze back to Sousuke's, he says, resolved, "I shall accept your invitation. Allow me to pay for half the cost of the room."
Sousuke shakes his head, waving Ushijima off—a small gesture with his good hand. "I'm in this sling until my next appointment. Just help an injured guy out for a night and we'll call it even."
Ushijima nods. "Understood. It is a deal."
*
Sousuke isn't sure what Ushijima is expecting, but a guy doesn't ask a guy if he's got some time tonight for no reason.
"Allow me to help you with that," Ushijima says, offering to take Sousuke's backpack on their way out of the station.
"It's alright, I've got it," Sousuke says—but pauses not ten minutes later in front of the door to their room for the night (after just one wrong turn along the way). He's still got his bag in hand, and he could easily just put it down but—"Ah. The keycard..."
"Where is it?" Ushijima says.
"My left back pocket."
Ushijima doesn't have any qualms about slipping his sizable left hand down the curve of Sousuke's ass, so Sousuke takes his chances.
"Go ahead," he says, once they've stepped inside. He toes off his shoes and sets his backpack down next to his bed. "I'll join you in the shower. Just give me a minute."
Ushijima pauses in the narrow space at the end of his own bed, eyes tracking transparently from Sousuke's face to his shoulder, to the change of clothes he's methodically pulling from his trundle bag in the closet, piece by piece.
"Don't worry, I'll manage," Sousuke says with a crooked smile. Ushijima nods and retrieves his toiletries and towel from his bag before disappearing into the bathroom. The door closes. The lock doesn't click. Sousuke shakes his head, the half-smile still on his face. He's gotten lucky for once. Ushijima's a good guy.
The shower is barely big enough for the both of them, toe to toe, but that suits Sousuke just fine. It's novel, almost, having to lean up just the slightest bit for a kiss. He slides his hand through the short hair at the back of Ushijima's neck and Ushijima humours him, leaning down.
It feels different from the handful of times Sousuke's messed about with members of his Tokyo swim club. Ushijima's just as toned, just as strong as any of them, maybe even stronger, but doesn't smell the slightest bit like chlorine. For once, at the very heart of it, Sousuke doesn't feel like he's got anything to prove. This is just a one night stand. Ushijima Wakatoshi isn't a name he thinks he'll remember in ten years' time—hell, in two.
The shower wall's cheap plastic presses cool against Sousuke's shoulders, warming fast under the heat of his skin, the press of Ushijima hip-to-chest before him and the low, hot rise of his cock beneath; Ushijima's arm around the small of Sousuke's back.
Ushijima kisses like he looks, hard and intense, solid and practical. It makes Sousuke's jaw ache in a good way, makes him try to give as much as he gets, even if he can't quite manage it. This time. His shoulder throbs.
"Can I?" Ushijima says, the flat of his palm pressed low against Sousuke's stomach, sliding lower.
"Yeah," Sousuke breathes against Ushijima's mouth. He's been waiting for this, dying to release some of the tension built since walking away from his team, since hearing his coach tell him not to come back until he's ready (I was born ready), since being unable to swim.
Ushijima's strong, calloused left hand feels so good. He strokes them together, roughly, and Sousuke's breath grows ragged. He breaks away from Ushijima's mouth and leans his head back in the shower mist that surrounds them, feels the lightness of the spray on his skin. Ushijima leans down and presses an oddly gentle kiss to Sousuke's left shoulder—and another.
Sousuke curses. "Fuck, Ushijima. What are you doing..."
"Nothing," Ushijima says, straightening back up. He grips Sousuke's hips and roughly turns him around. Sousuke barely has time to brace himself against the wall before Ushijima shoves his legs together, slapping Sousuke's thighs so he can't miss the hint, and shoves his dick into the gap between them.
That... that feels really good, too, Sousuke thinks vaguely, pressed up against the shower wall, cheek to the cheap plastic and Ushijima's arm wrapped strong around his waist, holding him steady against the slap of their skin and the force of his thrusts, the slide of his dick under Sousuke's ass and the press of its head into his balls. The sure grip of his left hand draws low sounds from Sousuke's throat. Sousuke lets his hips buck ineffectually and just. Remembers to breathe. He feels like drowning. It's been a while since he's felt able to let someone else take control.
*
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Ushijima asks into the darkness.
Sousuke counts two more of the faint, dancing stars behind his eyelids before looking up to stare at the ceiling. "Nothing," he says, feeling blank. "Doctor's appointment in the afternoon."
"Alright," Ushijima says, sounding resolute. "Then I won't wake you when I leave."
"We'll see," Sousuke says, thinking it unlikely. But when sleep finally comes for him it's the deepest, soundest rest he's had in months and it's well into the midday by the time he finally stirs. Ushijima is long gone.
On the small table between their beds is a note on the back of a receipt, in left-sloping handwriting.
Yamazaki.
I would curse my fate if I lost the use of my left arm.
May you make a full recovery.
May we meet again on a national stage.
Ushijima Wakatoshi.
No number, no nothing.
"Idiot," Sousuke mutters, balling the note into his right fist. He tosses it into the waste paper basket. It's not as if national-level swimming and volleyball sports centers are ever in the same building. It's not as if, in a few weeks' time, Sousuke will in all likelihood leave Tokyo and the competitive swimming world behind.
Idiot.
He's so tired. Weary.
Laying back down on his unfamiliar bed, he thinks of Rin and dreams of relays. He thinks of the anti-inflammatories he's taking and the specialist he's seeing in a few hours. He thinks about subacromial steroid injections and the idea of surgery and rehab and more rehab and the name of Ushijima Wakatoshi and wonders, sometimes, why there are no such things as second chances.
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I LOVE HOW THEY MEET I LOVE HOW YOU CHARACTERIZE THEM
AND "Ushijima kisses like he looks, hard and intense" [NYSNC VOICE] BYE BYE BYE
I WAS ON FIRE DURING THE SHOWERSEX
"Yeah," Sousuke breathes against Ushijima's mouth. IM GONNA PLANT THIS LINE INTO A FIELD W/ ROSES
AND USHIJIMA'S NOTE AND THE LAST SENTENCE I CRIED I WEPT
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL FILL IM SORRY IM BASICALLY INCOHERENT BUT IM IN LOVE THIS IS SO WODNERFUL
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aw fuck and bury we with that nsync ref too LMFAO I LOVE YOU ♥♥♥ thank you so much i'm go glad you enjoyed this fill!! ;U; ♥♥♥♥♥
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o-omg ignore all the mistakes in it i'll fix them on ao3 later LMFAOTHANK YOU KAJHKJAE i'm glad you like it!! ;U;
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I NEEDED THIS
OH MY GOD
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