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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
I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.
-Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, M
Words: 400
Nights like these were never meant for the pure of heart.
The moon hung low on nights like these, much like the waist on Ushijima’s briefs. Oikawa traced his eyes along their waistband, mouth hanging slightly at their pristine white contrasting the darkness surrounding them. If Oikawa were able to move his fingers to trace the line of fabric, he would do it slow and teasingly, but as his hands were tied at the wrists behind his back as he kneeled on Ushijima’s bed, he wasn’t about to be the one touching.
Oikawa hated not being the one to touch or tease.
If Ushiwaka-chan thinks he can get a single moan out of me, he’s got another thing coming, Oikawa thought to himself as he watched his former rival heave an old Shiratorizawa volleyball shirt over his head, exposing the defined musculature he had crafted over years and years of perfecting himself for their sport. Oikawa’s nose twitched irritably that Ushijima chose tonight to wear his old team’s shirt, as if mocking Oikawa of the last time the two had squared against each other in high school, shoving the defeat in Oikawa’s face.
“Oikawa.”
Oikawa’s eyed flickered up to Ushijima’s, intense glare meeting a clouded gaze as Ushijima straddled Oikawa’s legs on the bed, cupping Oikawa’s cheek as his other hand rested on the setter’s bare thigh. Oikawa tried to turn his face, Ushijima gently turning his head back to him.
“Do you know why I wanted you like this tonight?” Ushijima’s gaze lowered from Oikawa’s eyes and to his lips, tilting Oikawa’s head up as their mouths came to be mere centimeters apart.
Oikawa shook his head, biting his lip from making one of his usual snips at Ushijima. Ushijima had decided he wanted Oikawa, and Oikawa was dead set on making sure that he wouldn’t be the one to melt first.
“I wanted you to come to me, to Shiratorizawa, but you never came. In turn, I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have. But now here you are.” Ushijima closed the distance between their lips, surprisingly gentle and soft against Oikawa’s mouth.
Oikawa’s will was strong, but his head began to swim as the spiker’s calloused hands grazed up Oikawa’s side and then dragged fingernails slow and deep down Oikawa’s back.
Just like in high school, Oikawa found himself defeated as he moaned against Ushijima’s mouth.
Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, M
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Words: 467
Whether it’s because of his size, his power, his reputation, or something else altogether, Wakatoshi is not used to being told no.
“Come to Shiratorizawa.”
“As if!”
It baffled him, so he asked again, and again. It was the same every time, and then it became too late, unless he was going to transfer.
Wakatoshi considered pressing for this.
Instead, he declared war. A war without troops; it was him vs. Oikawa Tooru. And he always won.
Except Oikawa had still told him no. So there was that.
He watches as Oikawa moves over him, his hips coming down to meet each of Wakatoshi’s thrusts up in perfect rhythm, as if to prove how synchronous they could be in any aspect. Oikawa moans, and throws his head back, exposing the soft curve of his neck to the dim light. It’s not enough that he’s good, and that he’s not lending his power to Wakatoshi, but he’s beautiful, and even when they fuck, Oikawa closes his eyes.
Wakatoshi heaves himself up, wrapping an arm around him, and throws him down onto the bed. He hooks Oikawa’s knees over high over his shoulders and thrusts back in, making him cry out and scrape his nails along Wakatoshi’s back. He tugs hard at Oikawa’s pretty hair and sinks his teeth into that long neck until he tastes the skin breaking, the wet tang dripping onto his sheets.
“God—Fuck!” Oikawa gasps, gripping him impossibly tight and rolling down on his hips.
“No talking,” Wakatoshi grunts against his skin.
So he just moans. Every time Wakatoshi makes another mark on his skin, a circlet of his teeth, a dark bruise of broken blood vessels, he lets out a keening wail. And he feels more and more unreachable, and Wakatoshi gets more and more frustrated.
Oikawa’s hand is working desperately at his own cock, and he comes hard between them, and Wakatoshi thrusts into him even harder until he’s brought over the edge as well. He pulls out, moves off, let’s Oikawa’s legs sag heavily onto the bed, and they both pant and sweat. Their arms are pressed together, and still.
He looks to the side. Oikawa’s hand is lying on his stomach, rising and falling with his slowly steadying breath, and his eyes are closed again. He keeps looking.
“What,” Oikawa asks finally, eyes still closed. He could feel Wakatoshi watching him.
“Why do you—” He cuts himself off. He’s not even sure what he wants to ask. ‘Why’ seems to be a big enough question alone.
Oikawa rolls off the bed, rubbing at the wounds in his shoulders. Wakatoshi’s eyes trail across the purple and red and black and he feels nothing. “It’s just sex, Ushiwaka-chan. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Wakatoshi isn’t even sure what it is he wants.
Hi Ash.
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
IM!!! A;SDLFL;ASD;LFAJS;DFLKJA;SDLFJ TYSM FOR THIS FILL
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E