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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 TSUKISHIMA KEI/YAMAGUCHI TADASHI
- Stacie Orrico, Stuck
FILL: SWAG 2016
Kyoutani has the kind of face that Yahaba just desperately, desperately wants to punch.
He wants to punch it until it's bleeding, until his lips cheeks are swollen, until his nose is broken and he looks even worse than he already does on a regular basis. He wants to throw Kyoutani down and utterly destroy him, that's how much Yahaba hates him sometimes, when he shows up late to practice, disrupting the flow of it, throwing his other teammates off their game and then joining them on the court, demanding the best tosses so that he can hit them to his full satisfaction.
He has no fucking right, Yahaba thinks with savage fury, already having snapped at him for showing up late, and then for making Kindaichi switch off so he can play. He isn't even paying the proper respect to the third years, he never does, and it's making Yahaba want to grind his teeth because yeah, sure, Kyoutani's good and he's allowed to be confident about it, sure, but there's a line between being cocky and being a ridiculous, abrasive asshole who is too difficult to play with, too stubborn to pull into line the way you would with anyone else.
Which is probably why Yahaba's aching to just throw his fists right at Kyoutani's face and see if that makes any difference. He only ever responds to threats, to aggression, and Yahaba has all of that and more, ready to throw at Kyoutani without a second's hesitation.
"Yahaba," Oikawa says, patting his shoulder. "Deep breaths."
"What?" Yahaba blinks, pulled out of his internal monologue from the side of the court. Kyoutani jumps and slams his hand into the volleyball, making a loud sound as it hits the floor on the other side of the court. Yahaba's eyes track the movement, track the way Kyoutani lands on his feet gracefully, looking down at his hand with an air of satisfaction.
"Yahaba."
"Sorry!" Yahaba blinks again. "Yes?"
Oikawa smiles at him slowly, looking between him and Kyoutani. "You're going to have to learn to be more subtle, you know, or he's going to figure it out."
"About wanting to punch the shit out of Kyoutani?" Yahaba frowns. "I'm pretty sure he knows."
If anything, Oikawa's smile only grows even wider. "That's not what I meant, but okay. Let's swap."
He ruffles Yahaba's hair, sending him onto the court.
With Kyoutani.
Yahaba's incredibly aware of Kyoutani now that they're standing beside each other like this. He's aware of the other players on his side of the court too, but Kyoutani sticks out to him, like he's demanding Yahaba's attention, the way he always does when he's on court, when he's off court, all the fucking time, and Yahaba can't fucking stand it, can't get Kyoutani's stupid face out of his head, making his chest twist with something that's so intense that it can only be loathing.
He takes another deep breath, just like Oikawa told him to, and pays attention to the ball.
He tosses it for Kyoutani, perfect, just the way that Kyoutani likes them so he can hit it with full strength.
It wins them the point and this time, when Kyoutani lands on his feet, he looks at Yahaba, with that same silent expression of satisfaction and, oh, fuck, Yahaba thinks as they look each other.
He wants to punch Kyoutani, sure, but he's always wanted to kiss him just as badly.
Re: FILL: SWAG 2016
FILL: SWAG 2016
(Anonymous) 2016-01-09 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)drug use, mentions of sex
I'm sorry I just really wanted to write kyouhaba shotgunning"I hate you," Yahaba murmurs against Kyoutani's mouth, just to make himself clear, smoke drifting out of his mouth with each breath.
Kyoutani hums in agreement, pressing his lips to Yahaba's briefly, brushing a light, warm kiss to them before he pulls back, lifting his joint to his mouth.
Yahaba doesn't know when his life became this—sitting naked in Kyoutani's bed after sex, languid and content, smoking together. He licks his lips, watching Kyoutani take another drag. Kyoutani's gaze doesn't leave him, his eyes hooded but just as piercing as ever. Yahaba licks his lips again, sitting up a little straighter, leaning in towards Kyoutani this time instead of waiting for him.
Their lips touch as they open their mouths against each other. Kyoutani exhales gently, and the hand that isn't holding the joint buries itself in Yahaba's soft hair, fingers stroking gently through it. Yahaba pulls away, feeling lightheaded, and he knows it's not entirely to do with the smoking.
"I really, really hate you," he breathes out, then presses himself closer again, presses his lips to Kyoutani's without even having the guise of inhaling smoke. Kyoutani's hand is still in his hair, pulling him even closer, holding him there. Their tongues are clumsy against each other and this is, by no stretch of the imagination, anywhere near one of the best kisses they've shared, but it's still good in its own way, imperfect and a little messy, still a little breathtaking.
Just like Kyoutani, Yahaba thinks to himself. Their arms wind around each other and they kiss harder, until they pull apart panting.
Yahaba takes the joint from Kyoutani, their fingers brushing together more than truly necessary. He brings it to his lips and this time, it's him exhaling, Kyoutani inhaling, and the world is spinning around them, until Yahaba is on his back and Kyoutani is on top of him, holding himself on all fours.
It's too much distance, Yahaba thinks, pulling him down. He needs Kyoutani against him, needs the feeling of their skin pressed together. There's so much of it, too, from chest to groin, their legs wrapping around each other and Yahaba doesn't think he's ever hated someone more in his entire life, he's never had his heart filled to the brim with it, like it's threatening to burst.
They put the joint out when it's done, but return to each other's mouths like it's a preoccupation. They kiss each other slowly, the way Yahaba thinks about when he and Kyoutani aren't with each other. He thinks about Kyoutani's surly expression, his gentle hands, his clever tongue. He thinks about Kyoutani all the fucking time and he hates it, he absolutely can't stand it. He tells Kyoutani as much, and gets nothing but agreement and a quiet, me too.
"I hate you so much I can't fucking breathe with it," Yahaba mutters against Kyoutani's mouth, pulling him even closer, like he's never going to let go, like he doesn't want to.
It occurs to Yahaba that maybe the word he's looking for isn't hate after all.