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Bonus Round 4: Quotes
A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
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: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
- 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., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). 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]
| 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!
PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
“then looking upwards
i strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.”
— death cab for cutie, passenger seat (x)
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
word count: 431
It's Tooru's idea.
Of course it is. Takahiro goes with it, the same way he goes with Tooru, as a whole. He is a compass and Tooru is true north. Takahiro finds himself turning to Tooru out of habit, taking comfort in the fact that he's always easy to find, if someone knows how to look.
Right now, he doesn't have to look very far at all. Tooru is at his door, leaning against the frame, looking more beautiful than he has any right to, a picnic basket sitting at his feet, filled with food, drinks, and a thick blanket.
"Ready?" Takahiro asks, as he finishes putting his shoes on. He stands close enough to Tooru for their breaths to mingle before he keeps walking. Behind him, he hears Tooru choke a little, scrambling to pick up the basket and catch up with him.
It's a clear night and it doesn't really matter where they go because they'll get a good view of the sky regardless, but Tooru is particular about these kinds of things. He leads the way through the quiet streets, from one pool of tungsten light to the next, fading in and out of the darkness like he's something stitched together from Takahiro's dreams.
It's Takahiro's turn to catch up with him and he does, their fingers tangling together in the darkness, tugging each other along, the brush of their fingertips against skin making do for the kisses that they can't share just yet.
Tooru lets out a pleased hum when they arrive at his chosen spot; a park on a hill without many trees to obscure the view. He sets everything out, smiling as Takahiro helps, and they both lie down on the blanket, facing the sky.
"You know," Takahiro murmurs, "I still can't tell the constellations apart. Or how to tell whether I'm looking at a shooting star or a satellite."
"Silly Makki," Tooru says fondly. "I'll bring you out here as many times as it takes, until you learn."
"Is that a promise?" Takahiro asks, looking to his side, where he can see Tooru's smiling lips outlined by the gentle glow of the moon.
Tooru replies with a kiss, rolling onto his side so that he can hold Takahiro's face. When that isn't enough, he lies on top of Takahiro, pinning him down onto the blanket and kissing him harder until they're both breathless, panting as they pull apart.
"I'm just absolute rubbish at learning these things, you know," Takahiro murmurs with a small grin, and Tooru only laughs, leaning in to kiss him again.
Re: FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
you all plan a trip away after exams, the four of you in a car and a world of freedom ahead. it was oikawa's idea at first, of course, and the moment you all agree he pulls out an itinerary about four pages long with an entire fortnight-long trip planned out down to every hour. you all stare at him incredulously and he squawks indignantly in response.
“what!” he says. “i got distracted when I was pulling that all-nighter studying fo-”
“i really hope you passed that exam, shittykawa.” iwaizumi groans from beside him.
“of course i did,” oikawa responds, defensive. “oikawa-sama passes all his exams.”
you grin fondly as matsukawa snorts and leans over to read the itinerary. you look at the three of them crowded around oikawa’s table and you count the number of days until the holidays start.
you can't wait until they do.
time passes faster than you could have thought possible. studying blurs into exams and assessments, endless questions and answers, the rustle of papers and pens. before you know it, the last exams rolls around and the four of you gather outside in the courtyard afterwards.
iwaizumi is leaning against your shoulder groaning as matsukawa throws you a drink from the vending machine. oikawa is restless in a way that's indicative of the number of coffees he must have consumed in the last twenty four hours. he grins at you, wide and a little wild, “it's finally over,” he says.
“good,” iwaizumi grunts from beside you. “i never want to see another maths question again.”
“can't be that bad,” matsukawa says, grinning.
you can see oikawa fidgeting in his seat as if he wants to say something. inwardly you smile, waiting a moment, then two, until- “so we're heading off tomorrow right?” oikawa bursts.
“ah how could we forget?” you grin. “our fearless captain’s desire for endless adventure on the road”. from over iwaizumi’s head, oikawa catches your eye and smiles, bright and happy.
the trip is a great idea. it certainly goes better than any trip that requires four people to be stuck in close quarters with each other for an extended period of time ought to go. the days blur together, a heady mix of bright colours, loud laughter and the familiar comfort of friends who know each other’s small idiosyncrasies.
the car trip back is spent in soft, easy silence, topics of discussion long worn out. the echoes of their camaraderie settle over them like a blanket though, warm and cozy, broken only by the quiet buzz of the radio.
oikawa drives the last leg of their trip, preferring to sit in the front seat giving them directions for the majority of their trip. he hums softly to whatever's playing the radio as he drops off matsukawa, then iwaizumi before making the trip to your house. parking in the driveway, oikawa gets out to open the boot and you follow suit, stepping out into the chilly night air.
the stars are stretched out above you, watching over you like they always do, a witness to the years you all have spent together.
things won't be the same when you all graduate.
the thought strikes you suddenly, that soon there will be no matsukawa for you to joke and laugh with, no iwaizumi for you to tease and no oikawa - no oikawa, with his odd sleeping patterns, copious amounts of energy and brilliantly strange ideas. no captain to lend his support, to help you improve and show you the way. you find yourself shiver, the night air feeling frosty against your skin.
you are so caught up in your thoughts, you don't realise oikawa is holding your bag towards you until he calls your name. his voice is warm and soft and you are struck with a strange sense of longing, of missing someone before you have lost them. unsettled, you try to grab your bag that oikawa is holding out to you.
he stops you with his hand on your wrist. “makki? what is it?” he asks.
you feel like you're drowning, everything swelling up inside of you like a wave preparing to crash against the shore and you grab both of his hands in yours, trusting that he'll be your anchor the way he always has been. oikawa’s hands are warm and calloused in yours and you hold on to him like a lifeline.
“don't leave me,” you say, unable to force the enormity of your feelings into words, except for- “don't ever leave me.”
the two of you stand there for moment. oikawa looks startled before his eyes sharpen and he stares at you, thoughtful and piercing. suddenly, you are painfully aware of how close the two of you are and you pull away from him, embarrassed.
“u-uh," you mumble, flustered. "sorry, don't know what came over me, i'll seeyoutomorrowbye." you grab your bag and run inside, slamming the down behind you. you slump against the door, hands pressed to your cheeks.
they're warm.
a buzz from your mobile snaps you out of it and you fumble through your bag for it, wondering who it could be. there's a text message from oikawa waiting for you.
goodnight, makki (๑ゝڡ◕๑), it reads. it’s horrifyingly endearing and you smile as you text back; goodnight captain.
you make your way upstairs into your room, dumping your bag in the corner. you feel exhausted and wrung out but strangely satisfied.
as you get ready for bed, another text message from oikawa comes in. keep moving forward. i’ll always be by your side it reads. your fingers brush against the screen and you smile.
you were wrong about him being your anchor, you muse as you settle into bed. no, like a guiding star burning bright in the night, he is your compass, always pointing due north.
this was what i was Suffering with in the word sprint the other night btw cries