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sportsfest2018-07-01 12:02 am
Bonus Round 2: Quotes
Bonus Round 2: Quotes
Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.
This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]
This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.
Rules
The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.
Please DO NOT prompt screenshots of private conversations, Discord convos, or conversations between you and your friends. This can easily and unintentionally bring the prompts into inside joke territory, and can create an exclusionary environment.
Quotes from other SportsFest participants (or yourself) are NOT allowed in this round (for similar reasons to above, and the fact that you could just make anything a quote).
Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.
If prompting with a screenshot, it is polite to post a transcription of the text below the image for accessibility.
Please use your best judgement, and if you’re unsure if something qualifies - ask! The mods are here to help.
And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".
A Few Examples:
“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’
“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice
“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls
“It's a quarter past midnight
As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille
If Prompting
Please use the following subject line for prompt:
Prompt: [Your Team]
Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Prompts
EXPLICITLY NSFW PROMPTS must be posted to the after-hours comm. “Explicitly NSFW” means that the prompt includes outright sexual content (whether in a photograph, drawing, or in words), and prompts that in the additional requests are asking for explicit fills. Prompts are posted with the same HTML format, in the same manner as a SFW prompt, just under the designated post for that Bonus Round in the after-hours comm. See ‘Filling’ for the procedures for NSFW Fills.
Once you have joined the Afterhours community, you can find the corresponding post HERE.
If Filling
Minimums
Required Work Minimums:
400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.
Format
FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Fills
All NSFW fills must be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please do not use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.
Once you have joined the Afterhours community, you can find the corresponding post HERE.
Scoring
The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!
For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)
For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:
First 5n fills: 20 points each
Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each
Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each
All fills after 15n: 2 points each
Confused? Don’t worry; math is hard. Check out the Bonus Round Point Widget to help you figure out the point scale for your team.
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Fill: Team Kinkage, T
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: breakups,bittersweet endings,implied sexual content, narrative heavy bc shun thinks too much
Word Count: 1221
Remix Permission: case by case
this goes with another fill from the last round and a fic i already have up on ao3. i really need to make a series.
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Shunshin waited for him at the airport like he always did, patiently populating a corner of a bench in the baggage claim until the luggage from the latest flight from Tokyo started to spill onto the conveyor.
Kazuya’s suitcase arrived before he did, so Shunshin waited near the carousel until the bag’s owner came to seek him out. It had become the norm for them, and when Kazuya came from the terminal, their eyes locked across the cavernous room and they sedately sought each other out.
And so it had been for the past five years, with every one of Kazuya’s winter ball stints spent in Taiwan and staying with Shunshin’s family. They even had a room set aside just for Kazuya when he visited. He never used it, of course; it was an old joke with the family that Shunshin enjoyed perpetuating.
After all, Kazuya slept with him every night.
When they met in the middle, they exchanged a brief hand squeeze in greeting. It was never much by the way in showy reunions. Not that a pair of young men reuniting at an airport in an obviously romantic way was terribly strange; Taiwan tended to be a lot more liberal than its Eastern Asian neighbors. It just wasn’t their style.
As they left the airport for the waiting line of taxis, Shunshin filled Kazuya in on the latest family news since the last time they had talked on the phone. Shunshin’s mother was retiring, his cat had taken to sleeping on the pillow Shunshin had put out for Kazuya, and the family had decided to have a pool put in.
Shunshin knew how ridiculous it all sounded, but Kazuya always listened and laughed when the situation warranted. He also listened to Shunshin say it all in slow and carefully enunciated Chinese. It wasn’t a language that was easy to pick up, but after a few years, Kazuya had grown a little more comfortable with it. He could at least go around town without getting himself arrested, punched, or starved to death.
At the house, they worked in tandem to unpack Kazuya’s things so Kazuya could collapse on the bed face-first and snooze away the four hour flight. Shunshin gently tugged off Kazuya’s traveling clothes and then his own suit before joining him. The warm early autumn afternoon was perfect for them to curl up into each other without being hot or cold.
He awoke to Kazuya nuzzling his neck and his hand curling around Shunshin’s thigh. Groaning, he hefted Kazuya onto his chest and let his hands do some wandering of their own. God, he had missed this. Missed them.
The days went by in similar fashion. They shared their days when they got home from their respective jobs, and they shared their nights when no one else was around to distract them. After five years of this, Shunshin knew exactly where Kazuya liked to be touched, and vice versa.
Yet the longer Kazuya stayed, the more loneliness haunted Shunshin. The less Kazuya showed the effects of their long periods of time apart, the worse it got. ‘When I get back to Japan’s were always on Kazuya’s tongue. He would catch Shunshin just watching him and asked, “What, do I have food on my face?” yet never understood that Shunshin loved him enough to want him the entire year and not just for a season.
The day Kazuya asked him to blow off work to have sex but ended up going to practice anyway was the day Shunshin moved into the spare room.
Three long months dragged by, and Kazuya never knew what to say to him anymore. Shunshin didn’t have the heart to tell him that if he didn’t understand, then that was the problem. Instead, he ground out the weeks until the bandage could be cleanly torn away and allowed the wound that had festered there for years to breathe and to heal.
The night before Kazuya was set to depart, he gently knocked on Shunshin’s door and sat on the bed next to him, staring off at nothing in particular. “I don’t know how to fix this, but I’m sorry.”
“I know.” Shunshin squeezed Kazuya’s hand and swallowed hard. This was it. If Kazuya did ever come back to Taiwan for winter ball, it wouldn’t be while staying there. Shunshin’s entire chest ached at the thought, but the idea of going on the way they were made him want to retch.
Kazuya turned to him and brushed a thumb over Shunshin’s cheek. “Someday, I hope I can give you what you need, but if you have to find that with someone else, then I hope you do.”
Shunshin feathered a bittersweet kiss to Kazuya’s lips and blinked back tears. “I want that for you, too, Kazuya.”
When he was at the door ready to leave for his own room for the night, Kazuya paused and asked, “Is there any way I can stay here tonight?”
He didn’t have to say why; Shunshin understood all too well. Nodding, he took Kazuya’s outstretched hand and pulled him close. Kisses melted into caresses, and then into a heated hunt for bliss.
Awaking in a tangle of heavy and sated limbs, Shunshin watched Kazuya sleep for the last time. He absorbed the way the creases in the corners of Kazuya’s eyes from too much time in the sun melted away in slumber, the way Kazuya’s jaw had squared as he had hit his twenties, the smell of Kazuya’s unrepentantly fruity shampoo, which he used because the smell made him happy.
Shunshin bit his lip and cried in the dark, and he hoped to hell Kazuya couldn’t hear it. The furtive looks Kazuya gave him the next morning as they got dressed told him he probably had.
The ride to the airport was long and quiet, and so was the standoff while Kazuya looked back and forth between Shunshin and the security checkpoint where he couldn’t follow. Finally, he dropped his duffel bag at his side and crushed Shunshin with a tight hug. “I’ll miss you, Shun.”
“I already miss you.” Shunshin snared Kazuya’s mouth for a breath-stealing kiss that earned them more than a few glares from offended old ladies, but he didn’t care. He was sending off the first person he had ever loved for the last time. They could very well never see one another again. Against that, nobody mattered in that moment but Kazuya.
They let each other go, and Shunshin watched woodenly while Kazuya picked up his bag and headed for the security checkpoint. He stood there long after Kazuya headed off for his terminal until a concerned airport security officer asked him if he was all right.
He said he was and headed for the street to hail a taxi, and when he returned home, he put on his sweats and jogged through the neighborhood for nearly four hours before he was too dehydrated to continue, and that night he slept in the bed where they had last made love, which still smelled of sex and the pillows of Kazuya’s shampoo.
Days got easier and the ache eased. He followed Kazuya’s career, including a blockbuster trade to the Carps, and after a few years or so, seeing Kazuya’s name in the media made him smile.