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Bonus Round 2: Images
Please read the rules carefully before posting!
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 23 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from the anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, photos from stage plays, and/or caps from games.
- Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt official, canon artwork.
- Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Abe & Tajima). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Abe/Tajima). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them. Including a text-only summary of the image is encouraged.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
- Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
- Fills that are too long to fit in a single comment should have the rest of the fill placed as replies to the original fill comment. The subjects of these extra comments should be something like "part 2 of X" or "continued."
- 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]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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)
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!
FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
i realise this is... a very roundabout way of interpreting this prompt, but. listen. i never noticed miyuki's teeny smile in the last screencap and now i have to write about a whole lot of other times he made that smile around kuramochi. i just, had to :"))
holding on to you
1.6k, [AO3]
too much is asked of us;
I think sometimes
our consolations are the costliest thing.
Louise Glück, Relic
kuramochi stayed. this is what kazuya remembers most; it’s not the first thing he remembers, or even the part he remembers clearest, but. it’s the part that’s stayed longest with him, occupied the most room in the space he’s allocated in his head for the memory. after the fall final game against yakushi, there’s not a moment kuramochi wasn’t there, hand at kazuya’s back, helping him walk when kazuya wasn’t even sure how steadily he could stand. that alone was already more than kazuya ever expected to get back after being selfish enough to see the whole game through.
so maybe he was pushing it a little, taking another mile after being allowed an inch by feeling so, so — not disappointed, exactly, but there’s a sense of loss all the same, when kuramochi leaves him be, waiting for the doctor’s verdict outside of the consultation room. kazuya dances around the feeling in his head the way his fingers avoided his ribs for those few weeks, waiting for himself to heal until suddenly he could touch what only caused a tender twinge of hurt moments ago.
see, when kazuya stepped out of the doctor’s the first thing he sees is kuramochi, leaning casually against the wall but his hands are clenched tight at his side and kazuya feels the ache again, not in his ribs but somewhere below, less loss and more an excess of feeling that wasn’t there before. kazuya nodded at him — it’s fine / i’m fine / let’s go — and kuramochi said something back, kazuya can’t remember what it was anymore, just that he was grateful for it. he was grateful to kuramochi for everything, for what he said and for staying. he still is.
and that’s what kazuya remembers the most.
the hand at his back is rough, but the touch itself isn’t, steadying and firm and still almost unbelievably gentle despite that. it always is. kazuya’s never been outright labelled a touchy person, but he knows he’s not the easiest to deal with either, knows he’s not the kind of person most people are willing to deal with. contact with kazuya generally falls under two clearly defined, occasionally overlapping categories: either negotiated strictly on kazuya’s terms, or initiated by him to begin with.
this is neither of those things.
sprawled out on his stomach, kazuya doesn’t arch into the easy touch between his shoulderblades, just lies where he is and lets it sink in, which is probably telling enough. he’s not even sure how aware kuramochi is of what he’s doing; when kazuya last glanced beside him, kuramochi was skimming through readings for one of his classes.
kazuya can still see it now: kuramochi, mouth parted as he soundlessly reads, so focused on what he’s doing the way he never skimps out on anything he does. and kazuya can picture it perfectly, kuramochi’s fingers trailing absentmindedly to rest along kazuya’s back, between his shoulders. so even though he doesn’t need to, kazuya turns his head to look directly anyway, distantly thankful for his arms tucked safe and secure under his head. that way he knows they won’t shift to touch kuramochi, won’t move the rest of him by accident and shrug kuramochi’s touch away.
he does want to touch kuramochi though, can’t quite get over the simple physicality of it, settling skin on skin with little fanfare or preamble. contact for the sake of contact alone. then it stops. kuramochi’s hand doesn’t stop or still or anything at all, but kazuya notes the difference.
kuramochi doesn’t look up from his notes when he mutters, “quit that.”
“hn?” miyuki blinks.
“that —,” kuramochi lifts his hand from kazuya’s shoulder to bop him lightly on the head, “ — thing you do. thinking. quit thinking.”
ah.
“i’m not sure i appreciate that, coming from you,” kazuya replies, glib and entirely too guilty.
“wouldn’t have to come from me if you’d stop overdoing it,” he’s still not looking back at kazuya. kazuya purses his lips. “but then again, it’s not like you know how to not do that anyway.”
“oi, oi.”
that draws kuramochi’s eyes to him. it irritates kazuya that he’s already smiling by the time kuramochi’s gaze focuses on kazuya’s face. it irritates kazuya more that kuramochi’s already smiling, too.
“problem?”
kazuya huffs. “not really. it’s kinda cold, though, which wouldn’t be a problem if someone would just let me get out the thicker blankets already.”
kuramochi remains unfazed. “it’s june. you’re so full of shit.”
kazuya hums and doesn’t bother denying it, lets his eyes slip shut again instead as kuramochi goes back to his readings, palm pressed to kazuya’s back once more, thumb running thoughtless patterns into the crest of his spine. staying right where they are, unshifting, neither of them get up for the rest of the afternoon. breathing slow and easy, kazuya’s attention drifts in and out, never leaving completely.
“some day,” kuramochi says, “i’m going to let you drop right back on your ass. just saying.”
kazuya beams. “yet here you are, carrying said ass all the way home anyway. just saying.”
“what, you gonna walk the rest on your own?” kuramochi’s grumbling, but he still adjusts his hold on kazuya’s legs to make sure he doesn’t fall. kazuya hums, leans forward a little more, arms looped loose around kuramochi’s shoulders, and rests his head against kuramochi’s.
“nah, i’m good,” kazuya wriggles a little, and kuramochi’s grip tightens, proving his point. “i’m pretty comfy up here.”
“you would be,” kuramochi says. he still doesn’t let go. kazuya considers this for a second. then he says, deliberately cheerful, “don’t worry, kura, i’ll make sure you get smashed enough next time to warrant being carried home. i’ll give you the princess hold, too, free of charge.”
“ha,” kuramochi snorts, “you would too, because you’re an idiot.”
“i live to please.”
“you’re not even that drunk, anyway.”
“yep, i am devoting all my attentions to this conversation. well, not all. more like 85%, maybe. good for you, kuramochi!”
“dropping you. definitely dropping you.” kuramochi is a terrible liar.
“feel free,” kazuya allows. “i’m probably too heavy for you to carry this long, actually.”
which, of course, prompts the opposite instead: kuramochi sighs, intentionally loud, and rolls his shoulders back before tugging kazuya even closer against his back. “if only,” he says. kazuya grins.
“oh, what’s this? still got some fight in you after all, kuramochi-kun?”
“obviously. i’m still here, yeah?”
“yeah.” kazuya’s voice quiets, almost whispering next to the shell of kuramochi’s ear. “yeah, you are.”
this is easily one of kazuya’s favourite acquired routines from living with kuramochi. since their couch is tiny to begin with, kazuya’s taken to occupying the entirety of it, leaning back against the armrests so he can swing his legs over the rest of the couch. not to be outdone, kuramochi doesn’t bother telling kazuya to move anymore, or even physically moving kazuya himself. instead he just sits himself on top of kazuya, completely disregarding any notion of personal space as he makes himself comfortable.
not that kazuya minds, just reaches his arms over kuramochi to continue with whatever he was doing while kuramochi plays a handheld game or fiddles with his phone or takes a nap. actually, kazuya doesn’t remember the last time kuramochi napped anywhere else. it’s a warm realisation, rolling in slow and curling into kazuya’s awareness with the unhurried ease of a habit that stays.
actually, he’s pretty sure kuramochi’s sleeping now, too. he hasn’t heard any noise from kuramochi’s handheld for a while. kazuya ducks forward, smiles at the sight of kuramochi’s hands resting over the console. lifting it up and onto the coffeetable, kazuya slips his arms back around kuramochi’s waist, head tipped forward until there’s barely any distance between his mouth and the back of kuramochi’s neck. he lets his words fill up the rest of the space.
“hey,” kazuya murmurs, “you still there?”
groaning a little, kuramochi shifts, leans further back into kazuya. “barely.” a pause, then one of kuramochi’s eyes flit open. “what’s up?”
“nothing,” kazuya says, and contradicts himself by continuing. “sure you don’t wanna move up to the bed? it’ll be easier on your body.”
kuramochi takes his time thinking about it, but kazuya already knows what he’s going to say. he lets his own shoulders loosen, relaxing as kuramochi’s hand reaches up to settle over both of kazuya’s.
slowly, kuramochi yawns out, “never happened before. you feel like moving?”
“not really.”
unlatching one of kazuya’s hands, kuramochi draws it into one of his own, brushes the back of kazuya’s knuckles against his lips as he says, “gotcha. catch ya in an hour or two, then.”
“sure thing,” kazuya says, settling back against the coach to sleep a while himself, feels kuramochi’s hand squeeze once as he does, a barely-there pressure, just enough for kazuya to feel it. and he does. kazuya smiles, small and sleepy, and closes his eyes.
youichi’s wound up tight the moment he lets go of miyuki so he can get himself checked out by the doctor, elastic anxiety stretching further and further until miyuki finally steps out again. just like that, relief springs back and loosens up youichi’s chest enough so he can breathe, let his hands fall slack at his sides.
miyuki nods, like he might say something after but doesn’t, and that’s fine. youichi hears him anyway.
“yeah, yeah,” he says, reaching back to grasp miyuki’s shoulder, holding on for a moment, two, three, before he lets go. “you’re good?we can go now?”
“i’m good,” miyuki says. then: “i’m good, so we can head back now.”
“uh-huh,” youichi replies. miyuki’s head’s tipped down, but he doesn’t look upset. not anymore than he was before, anyway. and if his mouth’s tugging upwards instead of pulling down, then youichi figures that’s even better. he walks beside miyuki out of the clinic, stays close enough to hold him if he needs, hands warm and ready and open at any time.
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
i mean, okay, the casual physical intimacy & support is me being self-indulgent, but the sentiment remains.... thank you so much for this comment!
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T