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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
“True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2
FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T
(THIS PROMPT WAS SO UTTERLY CUTE akjhawke thank you for it!! ;u; i- i tried ahaha ♥)
"What the fuck is this, Shittykawa?!"
There are fangirls queuing outside the clubroom door holding printed bromides of Oikawa's face. And permanent markers.
"Oikawa-saaan~♥ Please sign mine next!"
Oikawa laughs, not even the slightest bit bashful. "Oh, this wasn't my idea—my fanclub president organised it all. I did give her the green light, though."
Iwaizumi doesn't even say anything else, but as his expression thunders over Hanamaki places a volleyball into the palm of Iwaizumi's waiting hand.
In 3... 2... 1—
The volleyball launches at Oikawa's head. (Topspeed: fast.)
Amid the girls' panicked shrieking from Oikawa's melodramatic collapse onto the clubroom floor, a bromide slips out of someone's hands and lands on the lino.
*
"Yahaba. Is this yours?" Iwaizumi asks later, when he nearly steps on the bromide (on Oikawa's shitty face) coming back in from practice. Instead, he picks it up. Offers it over.
Yahaba's ears flush pink to the tips—"N-no, it's not..."—and Hanamaki starts laughing. "Hey, Ace, if you ask him like that there's no way he can say yes, you know?"
"Amazing," Matsukawa chuckles.
Iwaizumi, who sees no problem at all with being direct and honest, shrugs and says, "Then I'll just leave it up here." He props the bromide up on an empty bit of shelf, so that it can be seen in case its owner returns. Probably one of the girls, if it's not Yahaba.
Hanamaki doesn't look like he can breathe, wheezing with laughter. "Oh my god, anyone got some incense sticks? You've made it look like he's died..."
Matsukawa clasps his hands in mock prayer before the bromide's smiling face. "Oikawa... you were the greatest, most irritating setter I ever knew..."
"Please don't joke about this kind of thing," Yahaba says, with a touch of consternation. "Iwaizumi-san..."
"Let them joke," Iwaizumi says, shrugging on his jacket. "Even if I killed that bastard myself, he'd be too stubborn to stay dead so who cares."
The amusement is over by the time Oikawa returns to the clubroom after talking with the coaches and nobody mentions the bromide.
However, when Iwaizumi opens up the clubroom the next day—despite being Vice-Captain he's the one with the keys, so that Oikawa doesn't show up alone at ridiculous hours and overwork himself (again)—he notices the bromide suddenly has a signature on it, in Oikawa's shitty cursive hand, complete with scribbled star and winky-face.
Iwaizumi flings it straight into the paper recycling.
(He doesn't, however, say anything or even make like he's noticed when Hanamaki fishes the bromide out of the trash later and slides it neatly into the side pocket of Iwaizumi's bag. Shitty friends will do as shitty friends do.)
*
Back home, in front of his bookshelf, Iwaizumi looks at the bromide one last time. He means to recycle it again (once and for all), but the light in Oikawa's printed hair catches his eye and he thinks, it genuinely is a pretty good photo. Or Photoshop job. Either way. He wonders who took it—the fanclub president?—because whoever it was managed to capture one of Oikawa's more honest smiles. No mean feat, since even seeing one is pretty rare.
He slides the bromide between a book on sports medicine (knee injuries) and an encyclopedia of kaiju. And there it stays until Oikawa visits one evening, months later.
*
Oikawa's on crutches and anti-inflammatories (again) after overworking himself (again) and making his bad knee worse. Iwaizumi isn't sure how many times he's had to deal with this by now, and how many more times it will take for Oikawa to realise he's being stupid.
"Just because coach confirmed we had a practice match scheduled against Karasuno," Iwaizumi mutters, not in the mood for much more under the weight of two backpacks filled with 3rd year textbooks. "I told him not to tell you about the offer, but did he listen? No."
"I'm Captain," Oikawa whines, slow on his crutches more out of self-pity than ineptitude. "How could he not tell me?"
"If I knew which idiot made you Captain, I would vote them off the island too."
"No man is an island, Iwa-chan~" Oikawa says, and frankly he's lucky he's on crutches and that Iwaizumi doesn't believe in kicking injured people in the shins.
*
"Staying over?" Iwaizumi asks like he usually does, especially when Oikawa's hurt himself. The reasons are twofold: Iwaizumi's house is single storey, and: if Oikawa wants snacks he'll just ask Iwaizumi to get them.
Such is the life of an idiot's best friend. (Occasionally, Iwaizumi will wonder if he's not the greater fool.)
"I'm sooo tired," Oikawa sighs, flopping face-first onto Iwaizumi's bed. His crutches clatter against the floor and Iwaizumi takes the hint.
He goes to his shelf and takes out his book on sports medicine (knee injuries). It's got a chapter in it about circulation and massage, and over the years has proven to be a good investment.
"Hm?" Oikawa says, reaching out as Iwaizumi wanders back to his bedside, skimming the pages. "What's this?"
"What's what?" Iwaizumi doesn't pay attention until Oikawa scratches at his reading materials and the bromide comes off all at once from where it had been pressed onto the book's back cover.
"Oh, Iwa-chaaan~!" Oikawa coos, and Iwaizumi can already feel his blood start to boil. "I didn't know you were a fan of mine, too~ If you'd wanted one of these signed, you could have just asked me yourself, you know, instead of having one of the girls get it done for you. Or did you ask Shige-chan? I remember signing one for him at some point, too, but I don't think it was one with this picture..."
"I never asked for your stupid bromides, Shittykawa."
"Must be fate that this one came to you, then~" Oikawa quips, but he's barely smiling, not properly. His eyes underneath it all are sad and tired and it makes Iwaizumi angry. "Will you keep it?"
"I've kept it this fucking long, haven't I?" Iwaizumi grumbles.
"Oh, Iwa-chan—"
"I'll keep it as long as you stop hurting yourself," Iwaizumi says, glaring. He's serious though. "Do this again and I'll set your face on fire and flush the ashes down the toilet." He takes the bromide from Oikawa's hands and shoves it between two pages of his book before snapping it shut. Sets the book on his desk.
Oikawa...
Oikawa laughs. Softly at first, but then he's shaking and wiping tears from his eyes before Iwaizumi can ask what the hell's wrong with him. Self-inflicted overwork injuries are no laughing matter.
"Ah, Iwa-chan does care, after all~" Oikawa breathes when most of the mirth finally leaves him.
He really is an idiot, Iwaizumi thinks, but holds his tongue. Oikawa's eyes are finally bright.
"I've decided I don't want a massage anymore," Oikawa declares.
Iwaizumi scowls. "Did I offer you one?"
Oikawa waves him off, knowing. He rearranges Iwaizumi's blankets over himself, holding one corner up for Iwaizumi to get into bed, too. His smile is bright. "I want Iwa-chan instead."
"You can't have me," Iwaizumi frowns, though climbs into bed anyway. Their uniforms are going to be crumpled later, but that doesn't seem so important right now. "I'm my own person, you know."
"I know, I know~" Oikawa says, wrapping his arms around Iwaizumi's waist. "You are you and I am me. If there were two me's around, the world would probably implode under the weight of my combined awesome, anyway."
Iwaizumi is completely certain that these are the least sexy words anyone has ever uttered in bed, and sorely wishes he could revise his personal policy about injured people and kicked shins.
But he can't. And anyway, this is Oikawa.
So instead, Iwaizumi squeezes Oikawa around the middle until he squeaks. And tucks his head just under Oikawa's chin, the way he knows Oikawa likes by the touch of his calloused fingers in Iwaizumi's hair.
"Oi. Shut up, Shittykawa."
"I didn't say anything, though?"
"You were thinking it."
"Ah, you got me..." Iwaizumi can hear the smile in Oikawa's voice right from his chest. It's soft. It's bright. It's sure. "Love you, Iwa-chan."
Iwaizumi closes his eyes. "I said, shut up." (I love you, too.)
Re: FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T
Re: FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T