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Bonus Round 4: Quotes
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
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: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
- The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). 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]
|
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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 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, T
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Vomit/vomiting
Other Tags: Alcohol and drinking, non-requited crush
Word Count: 947
I'm so sorry I had no idea what I wanted to try with this prompt but Aoyagi/Imaizumi is like my favorite secret rarepair so I had to try.
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Imaizumi hated drinking, he hated dancing, and he hated parties. He especially hated parties where there would be drinking and dancing. But he had lost a racing bet with Naruko, and because his chosen punishment was to attend a party- to drink and dance at a party- his pride wouldn’t let him complain.
It felt like as soon as they entered the door Naruko was already handing him shot glass after glass. Insisting they forgot to pre-game.
“These will help you ease up Hotshot! Kakaka!” the volume of his voice still managed to make Imaizumi flinch despite the crowded capacity of the room. He managed to get one down, and then another, and another. His attitude did not improve, souring more and more by the second.
Girls asked him to join them on the dancefloor, guys asked him to join in on the drinking game they had going on in whatever corner of the house he happened to wander near. He curtly declined all offers as he squinted down at the soft glow of his cellphone, wondering when the hell Naruko would allow him to leave.
Between the overabundance of noise and heat, and the looming anxiety that he might be swallowed into the crowd of people, Imaizumi had no idea what time it was. He leaned against a wall, allowing himself to sink to the floor with a groan. His head felt like it was going to burst. His vision was blurring and his shirt left like it had been glued to his body with sweat.
Suddenly he could make out a commotion amongst the ambient roaring of the party. He tilted his head, attempting to get a look at what was going on through the cracks between the gathering crowd’s legs.
From what he could make out, it looked like someone had collapsed on the kitchen floor. Imaizumi squinted his eyes, pulling himself away from the floor and back to the world.
“Whoo! Go Aoyagi-san!”
A twinge of annoyance hit Imaizumi at the sound of Naruko’s voice. The crowd joined in his cheer. He pushed his way through the crowd, fully intending to pick Naruko up and carry him out the front door. But when he makes it to the front he freezes.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Naruko had himself positioned on top of a kitchen counter looming over Aoyagi, who Imaizumi recognized now as the person who had fallen earlier.
“Uh, what does it look like we’re doing?”
Naruko waved his hands in exasperation, as if the assortment of empty wine bottles and silly straws were self-explanatory. Imaizumi alternated between glaring at Naruko and glaring at Aoyagi, who had taken to leaning against the cabinet for support.
“I’m gonna mix the most expensive bottle of wine we have with the cheapest bottle, and Aoyagi-san is gonna drink it out of a dog bowl! Isn’t that cool?”
Imaizumi’s face transformed into one of mortification as he struggled to erase the image that came to mind. His cheeks burned with second-hand embarrassment.
He picked the blonde up with a grunt, slipping his cold and sweaty hands under Aoyagi’s arms. He was impressively heavy. Aoyagi groaned, but made no move to stop him.
“Eh? What are you doing?”
“He’s obviously drunk, dimwit. You’re going to make him sick.”
“Hotshot is suddenly so motherly, it’s making me sick!”
Naruko’s laugh was nearly enough to send him flying from the counter.
Before Imaizumi could sneer he felt something alien and wet soak into his shirt. As if a little off cue, Aoyagi had vomited. Before any smart remarks could be heard, Imaizumi pushed himself and the other through the backdoor. Out of the kitchen and into the snow.
Imaizumi felt the cold seep through the damp parts of his shirt. Aoyagi sat next to him on the porch, leaning onto Imaizumi to keep himself grounded.
This was unfamiliar, a bit frightening, but also a little soothing. The night air was silent and stinging, but was more than welcome after the sensory overload that Naruko called a good time.
Imaizumi had enough courage to place an arm around the other despite how aware he was of the sweat building on his palms. He was never one for looking after others, especially those who were older than him. He knew he should be uncomfortable seeing his upperclassman so vulnerable (because in return it made him feel vulnerable too.)
He knew that he should clear his throat and make the other aware that maybe they were sitting a little too close, but he didn’t want to (and he was a little infatuated with the idea of spending alone time with his high school crush anyway.)
Instead, he rubbed gentle, comforting circles into the blonde’s back and shoulders as Aoyagi coughed and gagged and sobbed.
“Sorry…”
“It’s okay.”
“I threw up…”
“That’s okay.”
He never thought it’d be Aoyagi, never thought it could be, but it felt so unfamiliar to have someone to pay this kind of attention to. In this moment, he felt needed, wanted even. Because Aoyagi had a way of looking at Imaizumi that made him feel special. Like his was the center of the world. Like maybe he was worth something to someone. It had been like that in high school, and it was like that now. Maybe it was just Aoyagi's face, but Imaizumi liked to imagine it was more.
Aoyagi leaned in a little bit closer, dropping hints that it’d be okay if Imaizumi decided to kiss him right now. But the smell of alcohol and the vomit freezing in the snow and on Imaizumi’s skin told him it wasn’t.
“Let me drive you home.”