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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 IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU
"I really was born to meet you." ― Kaworu Nagisa
Re: PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
the AU nobody really asked for... this is hurting me ha ha
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It’s cool out, a bit too cold, but the cracked cement they lie on still radiates some of the sun’s warmth, and they unconsciously press a little bit closer together to share it. It’s hard to tell what the weather will be like today, tomorrow, but they say the weather hasn’t been normal for a long time, so they think nothing of it.
In the dark of the evening, the sky is a vast field of stars, little pinpricks of light dotting a black so deep it makes them dizzy. It’s been at least ten minutes since Oikawa has said anything, laid out flat on his back with hands clasped in a boy’s simple prayer on his stomach, and it’s so unsual for him to be this quiet that Iwaizumi’s brow comes together in a little frown; Iwaizumi is lying on his side, head propped up on a hand, and he leans in a little to see. There’s always been something in Oikawa that loved the stars too much.
“Iwa-chan, do you think somewhere out there, there’s another planet like this, but the way it used to be? Wouldn’t it be cool to visit? Do you think we ever could?” Oikawa’s voice is cheerful, clear and bright with wonder, but Iwaizumi can read the underlying tension in it, he always could, knows the betrayal in the hesitant lilt of Oikawa’s voice like everything he’s ever known. Iwaizumi can’t remember a time, the first, the second, the tenth time, when he didn’t know everything about Oikawa.
“Of course there is, dumbass. Of course we are. You’ve seen all the things the humans have built here, what makes you think we can’t?” Iwaizumi realises his mistake as soon as he lets slip the word that others him, knows his clever and sharp Oikawa will pick up on it instantly; but Oikawa says nothing.
Instead, “So you do have a brain somewhere in there! That’s amazing, Iwa-chan, I didn’t think you had the imagination.”
Iwaizumi grumbles in annoyance, a hand darting out to flick him on the forehead, but Oikawa just rolls out of reach, snorting gracelessly in delight as Iwaizumi loses his balance and falls down onto his face in the place where Oikawa was just lying. A little puff of dust gets kicked up, and Iwaizumi sneezes, once, twice, little sneezes like a cat, which just makes Oikawa laugh all the harder, the sound cutting through the dark of the evening. He rolls back over Iwaizumi and flops himself across, arms spread, face turned toward the stars.
“Amazing, Iwa-chan, truly amazing.” Iwaizumi can hear the smile in his voice. Idiot.
But for that single instant, there’s nothing else in the world but the warm weight of Oikawa on his back, there’s nothing but the soft of Oikawa’s hair tickling him, and Iwaizumi feels a peace inside his chest, like he was born only for this moment.
They'll figure out the future tomorrow, together. Like they’ve always had.
(This time, they might even get it right.)
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, M
Word count: 808
((it's like ehhhh there's sex but it isn't the focus?? what even))
There were times that Oikawa Tooru lost control of himself during sex. Not in a way that warranted concern for their relationship; quite the opposite, actually. The feeling was like the dwindling embers that made one's heart pound after hugging one's partner goodbye, or the low drumming of a lump in one's throat after letting go of a hand one had held so tightly not moments before. It was the shakiness of the first kiss and the familiarity of the ten thousandth kiss rolled into a warm embrace, desperate and loving. An overwhelming feeling that, more often than not, resulted in Oikawa bawling his eyes out.
"Tooru." Iwaizumi cupped Oikawa's cheek and wiped away the tears streaming down his hand. "Baby."
"Don't call me that when I'm–" Oikawa hiccuped, "–crying, god, I'm gonna start crying more."
Iwaizumi chuckled. "You're pretty when you cry, though."
"Are you into dacryphilia all of a sudden now?"
"I don't think so. It's actually kind of a turn off to see you sobbing like this."
"Ugh. I'm a mess."
Iwaizumi pressed a kiss to Oikawa's forehead and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. "You wanna stop?"
Oikawa's chest shuddered. He squinted and more tears leaked out of his eyes. "Not for the night. Blue balls suck."
"They do."
Iwaizumi pulled out and ditched the condom: if he went soft, it would become useless, anyway. Oikawa rolled onto his side to face Iwaizumi. He stretched out his arms, coaxing Iwaizumi to fit into them like the missing piece to his complicated puzzle. What could Iwaizumi do other than exactly that? It was his job to be his boyfriend's tissue, after all.
Despite the uncomfortable positioning of their legs and erections, Oikawa was warm and the clutch of his hands was tight on Iwaizumi's shoulders. Iwaizumi kissed up and down Oikawa's neck and rubbed circles into his hips before pulling the covers over their naked bodies. He waited until the sobs eased into steady breathing to speak.
"I never expected this, getting into this relationship with you," he remarked, nipping at Oikawa's skin for reassurance: I'm joking around I still love you even though you're an emotional dumbass sometimes.
"Shut uuuuup." Oikawa grabbed the pillow from below his head and shoved it into Iwaizumi's face. "You're so mean, Iwa."
Iwaizumi grunted when the pillow greeted him with a smother. He tossed it aside and returned to nuzzle Oikawa's neck. "Yep. The meanest. I'm the worst boyfriend, ever."
"You must be, because I keep crying during sex."
"Am I that bad in bed?" Iwaizumi laughed. "Really, though, what goes through your head before you start weeping all over me? What do you think about?"
Oikawa went silent and averted his eyes. He pressed his forehead into Iwaizumi's shoulder to hide his face. "Nothing."
The onenote response made Iwaizumi frown. "Tooru." The grip on his back tightened. "Tooru."
"I just love you, alright?" Oikawa mumbled. "I think about... I think about you and I look at you and. It's a bunch of dumb shmaltzy crap."
"'Shmaltzy?'"
"Romantic bullshit. Stuff that gives you butterflies."
Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa's face burning against his skin. "Except your butterflies are tears. That are in your eyes instead of your stomach."
"Exactly."
A pause didn't have time to settle over their heads before Iwaizumi pulled back a few inches to look Oikawa in the face. His eyes were bleary and his cheeks were blotchy with the stain of his blush. He only grew redder with Iwaizumi's next question: "What kind of romantic bullshit?"
"I." Oikawa pouted. "I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"It's embarrassing. You'll laugh at me."
"I wouldn't. Not about your feelings." Iwaizumi brushed his lips against Oikawa's for only a second before retreating again. "So what is it?"
Oikawa squirmed about, but he didn't have much mobility when trapped in Iwaizumi's arms. "Different things. I can't just list them all, Iwa!"
"Oh, come on, stop being coy. This time, in particular."
"I... I thought about how it feels like I was born to meet you..."
"What?" Iwaizumi held his breath. "How it feels like..." He brought a hand over his eyes and blushed. "Fuck, you dumbass."
"What!?"
"That's really fucking romantic."
"Hajime...!"
Without another word, Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa into him and kissed him with a passion backing his every touch. His fingers left pale imprints on Oikawa's skin and he ground his hips against his crotch and the blankets grew too hot, too quickly. Oikawa was the one to throw them off. Their limbs and tongues entangled, and within moments they were back where they started. Iwaizumi panted, his hands on either side of Oikawa's head and his knees propped between Oikawa's thighs.
"I love you."
Oikawa melted into the sheets, but shot back a mischievous smirk. "I love me, too."
Iwaizumi kissed his clavicle. "Narcissist."
"Your narcissist."
Re: FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, M
THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO (clutches heart) GOOD I LOVE THIS SO MCUh... i can't even type properly
Re: FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, M