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Bonus Bonus Round: Encore
Bonus Bonus Round: Encore
SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
This is your last chance to get fills for unloved prompts from all previous rounds. Let's party!
(Pay attention to the prompt format this round, located below; it's different from previous rounds. Don't forget about the "Recs" bonus round either!)
This round ends at 7PM on August 22 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- NO NEW PROMPTS ALLOWED. It has to be a repost from a previous bonus round.
- You can repeat any previous bonus round prompt, whether it received fill(s) or not.
- You can repeat your own prompts.
- One prompt per post, post as many times as you want.
- If you're posting a prompt that's not yours originally, please check the toplevels to avoid posting repeats.
- Fills work the same way as every other round: don't fill your own or your teammates' prompts, including old reposted prompts. It works like this:
- Your teammate posts a prompt that was originally posted by a different team? You can fill that.
- Someone else posts a prompt originally created by you or your teammate? You cannot fill that.
- You post a prompt originally posted by another team? You can't fill that either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
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 HAIKYUU!!
Originally posted HERE by
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Called a police and a fireman
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Make a dragon wanna retire man
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Say my name you know who I am
I’m too hot (hot damn)
Am I bad 'bout that money
Break it down - Uptown funk
FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T
475 words
Daichi slapped the palm of his hand against the air conditioner again. It sputtered slightly, but wasn’t making any progress in cooling the apartment. He’d found that the only positive of being fresh out of the police academy and stuck on paper pushing desk duty was that he spent eight to ten hours a day in cool, refreshing, properly working air conditioning. But here he was, on his day off in nothing but his underwear, cursing technology and bruising his hand in a fruitless attempt at temperature control.
The door to the apartment slammed open, hitting the wall so hard that if they’d had anything hung it would have fallen. Daichi considered briefly the picture he must’ve made, and he would have been embarrassed if Kuroo’s head wasn’t already stuck halfway out of his shirt as he tripped over the shoe he had just taken off.
“Why is it so hot?!” Kuroo yelled, still slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
“Do you actually want an answer to that?” Daichi asked. He was looking at the air conditioner again, where it sat, useless, in the window, as if somehow looking at it would help him fix it.
“Yes, genius, I want an answer.” Kuroo’s voice wasn’t muffled anymore, and Daichi could hear him cross the small room. “Where’s Bokuto when you need him?”
“I don’t think anything in the room is actually on fire.”
Kuroo’s hands landed on Daichi’s hips and he moved them side to side, pushing Daichi off balance.
“Things could be on fire.” Kuroo said, his voice low.
“Is that a euphemism?”
“It could be a euphemism.”
“Burning sensations are not sexy.”
Kuroo laughed and didn’t reply, but judging by the way he buried his forehead against the back of Daichi’s head he could guess that he embarrassed him.
Daichi heard the door open again, not so aggressively this time, and Bokuto entered the apartment.
“Hey did you guys start without me?” He called, wasting no time in stripping his shirt off his chest as Daichi looked over his shoulder to see.
“Start what?” Daichi asked. He tried to sound as innocent as someone could sound with another man’s hands on his hips and Kuroo kissing the back of his neck.
Bokuto didn’t reply with words, he just gestured with both hands towards them and stepped out of his jeans.
“This? This is nothing. We’re doing nothing. I’m already burning up and we’re hardly touching.” Daichi said.
“Of course you’re burning up, I’m super hot.” Kuroo replied. Bokuto laughed and Daichi groaned.
“You guys are totally doing something, and I want in, come on.” Bokuto, ever the practical one when it came to food, sex, or, strangely, cuddling, crossed the room and pushed the two of them bodily towards a bedroom.
FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, M
1,233 words
[ bless you, I've been working on this fic since br1 ]
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"Who is that?" Kuroo murmurs.
Bokuto glances up from his drink to see Kuroo nod at the door. Newly arrived to the party is a boy whose broad shoulders fit too well beneath his dark t-shirt. He shifts his weight awkwardly as he scans the room.
Kuroo grins when he hears Bokuto's low whistle. "Dibs," he says.
"No way, man," Bokuto retorts beside him. "Race you."
Kuroo shakes his head. He loves competition as much as Bokuto does, usually, but—"We'll just scare him off if we do that," Kuroo points out, bumping his shoulder companionably against Bokuto's. "I've got a better idea."
"O ho?"
Kuroo doesn't elaborate immediately. Instead he stares at the newcomer, waiting until the weight of his gaze draws the man's attention, and gives him a mysterious smile.
The man looks unimpressed rather than seduced. Kuroo blinks, his smile fading. He's perfected that smirk with hours of practice in the mirror (more time than Bokuto officially knows about, since he's only caught him at it twice, but probably as much time as Bokuto suspects). It usually gets him a blush in response at the least.
The man's expression changes when he sees Kuroo's crestfallen look. He seems amused now, which is something Kuroo can work with that. After a moment of thought, a smile returns to Kuroo's face.
He nudges Bokuto's shoulder, an obvious "hey-look" gesture. "I'm looking, I'm looking," Bokuto says, impatient. "What's your idea?"
The man turns away when he sees Bokuto's openly approving once-over, and presses his lips together to try and hide his smile. Bokuto's unpracticed honesty usually nets the ones that Kuroo's slick charm can't. Yeah, this will totally work.
"I wouldn't mind sharing," Kuroo says.
Bokuto's smile was as sharp as Kuroo's was slow. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." It wouldn't be the first time, anyway.
Bokuto laughs and turns, swiping Kuroo's untouched drink off the counter. "Let's go then!" he says.
"I was going to drink that," Kuroo complains, but he follows in Bokuto's wake as he beelines across the room. The man holds his ground, watching with patient amusement as they approach.
"You thirsty?" Bokuto says, offering the pilfered drink.
"Not as much as some people here," the man replies.
Kuroo snorts, and Bokuto's head tips back with a delighted laugh. Grinning openly now, the man reaches to take the drink from Bokuto's hand.
They might as well make introductions. "I'm Kuroo. This is Bokuto. Are you new in town?"
"I guess you could say that." The man shrugs, taking a drink. "I'm Sawamura."
"I hope you're planning to stay a while," Kuroo says. "Tokyo's a pretty fun place."
"And I bet you know all the fun spots, do you."
Kuroo holds his gaze without saying anything. Beside him, Bokuto waggles his eyebrows.
Sawamura rolls his eyes. "Are you guys always this obvious, or is it just me?"
"You're hot," Kuroo says easily, watching the way Sawamura's eyes widen, the way he rocks back on his heels. "You know it, I know it, my friend knows it. Why beat around the bush?"
Sawamura blinks at them both. He doesn't speak for a long moment. "Jesus," he mutters, "I just got here." His voice is gruff with embarrassment.
Bokuto throws his arm around Sawamura's shoulders. "Hey, we can show you around!" he says, "how about that, huh? You wanna dance?"
Sawamura frowns at first before he catches sight of the drink in his hand. Then he sighs, shaking his head with bemusement. "What the hell. Sure, one dance."
"Awesome," Bokuto says, and then he's pulling Sawamura step by step towards the dance floor. "Show me your moves, man!"
Sawamura follows his lead. Kuroo brings up the rear, hooking his fingers into Sawamura's back belt loops just before he moves out of reach. "What," he says when Sawamura gives him a suspicious glance. "I don't want to lose you guys."
"Uh-huh," is Sawamura's response, but then Kuroo is taking Sawamura's drink so it doesn't spill and Bokuto is winding his arms around Sawamura's waist. They're on the floor now, and anything else they could say is drowned out by the throbbing beat.
Sawamura's movements are a little stilted at first. He's not bad at dancing, just shy, which seems as good a reason as any for Kuroo to help loosen things up. Kuroo sets the drink down to be forgotten on the nearest shelf before resting his hands on Sawamura's shoulders.
Sawamura tenses at once and Kuroo digs his fingers in, moving the pressure down his shoulders to his (gorgeous) biceps and slipping off his elbows. "Relax," he says.
Bokuto's rocking his hips to the beat, his low hold on Sawamura's waist slowly pulling him into sync. Sawamura turns his head to speak to Kuroo and they're barely inches apart like this, god, he's even hotter up close. "People are staring," he shouts.
Kuroo laughs. "We haven't even done anything yet."
"Haven't even—" he starts, incredulous, but Sawamura's words cut off when Kuroo drapes himself against Sawamura's back. The motion presses Bokuto's fingers against Kuroo's stomach. Kuroo's hands roam lower, dragging across the jean-clad tension of his thighs and feeling the strength there.
"Come on, country boy," Kuroo purrs into his ear. "Show us what you've got."
Sawamura's holding his weight away from both of them, tense and considering. Bokuto slides his hands between them both, mapping out Daichi's back muscles, pulling Kuroo's shirt up. "You gonna dance or what?" Bokuto says, eyes flashing with challenge and joy. They're similar emotions for Bokuto sometimes. "Lemme kiss you if you're not. What do you say, huh?"
Kuroo watches a blush spread across Sawamura's cheek. "You guys are ridiculous," he grumbles.
"That's not a no," Kuroo points out. "If you don't want to, just say so and we'll stop. No hard feelings either way. But if you want to," Kuroo says, and now he's the one challenging Daichi, slipping his fingers under the hem of his shirt, "stop dragging your feet. At this rate I'm gonna be retired before we get to the good part."
Sawamura snorts, but still doesn't move. He's obviously thinking. Bokuto and Kuroo wait for him to reach a conclusion, the dancing crowd moving around them like a stream around a stepping stone.
Kuroo meets Bokuto's eyes over Sawamura's shoulder. Bokuto's huffing a little, antsy and eager, his eyes flashing gold even in the low light. Kuroo wants to kiss him, suddenly.
He doesn't get to. Deliberately, Sawamura leans forward to kiss Bokuto's mouth. Bokuto makes a surprised noise, almost a chirp, and presses forward with an easy, open hunger. He ends up pushing Sawamura's weight back against Kuroo, who chuckles and lets his hands slide up under Sawamura's shirt. Yeah, that's a six pack. Kuroo can't remember the last time he got this lucky.
"Sawamura," Kuroo murmurs, "you are unreal."
Sawamura breaks the kiss, making Bokuto gasp. "Call me Daichi," is the reply, and his voice is rough in a way that drops straight through Kuroo's stomach. "You gonna take me home or what?"
Bokuto's head has dropped to rest against Daichi's shoulder, his fingers fisted tight in the folds of his shirt. "Please," Bokuto whines.
"They're probably gonna call the cops on us for disorderly conduct anyway," he laughs. "Let's get out of here."