Bonus Round 4: Quotes

[referees]

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!
• Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
• 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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none") Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

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Comments

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Aoyagi Hajime / Teshima Junta, Yowapeda
no tags

"Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through
But I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you
Tonight I’m gonna dance like you were in this room
But I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you"

-- Taylor Swift

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

takigawa chris yuu/sawamura eijun - daiya no ace OR yamazaki sousuke/matsuoka rin - free! OR bokuto koutarou/akaashi keiji - hq!! sorry not sorry
no tags

"i will not be your weakness."

"it's late for that."

— maggie stiefvater, the scorpio races

pls read the scorpio races

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kitaiichis]

if u punched me in the face it would still hurt me less than THIS PROMPT

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Wakatoshi Ushijima&Oikawa Tooru; haikyuu

tags: past hurt, make ups

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle"
-Plato

Fill: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[miaoujones]

tags: none
word count: ~870

note: this is not the fill you were looking for, i'm afraid... it went in a direction of its own but i hope there's something in it to like nevertheless.

college AU

___________________

"I'll catch up to you," Oikawa says to Iwaizumi, stopping to lean against the wall as they come out of the locker room. "I want to talk to Ushijima about his attitude and what he said today."

Iwaizumi's eyebrows go up and Oikawa is sure he's in for some choice words, probably along the lines of how this is akin to the pot calling the kettle black, but when Iwaizumi opens his mouth, he only says, "Okay." As he turns to go, he shoots Oikawa a look that's probably meaningful, but Oikawa doesn't dwell on the meaning as waits for Ushijima to come out.

When Ushijima emerges from the locker room in street clothes, he looks surprised to see Oikawa there. Oikawa ignores the look, brushes off his surge of irritation he feels, and says Ushijima's name, just to make it very clear he's here to talk to Ushijima before Ushijima can go off with that absurdly long stride of his; the very last thing in the world that Oikawa wants is to run after Ushijima. He simply won't do it.

Ushijima isn't walking off, though. He's looking at Oikawa like he's waiting for Oikawa to say something, and Oikawa remembers he's said Ushijima's name. "Go a little easier on the new kid," he says, looking Ushijima in the eye. "Not everyone has your god-given talent. Some people have to work hard, and he does."

Something mixes with the surprise that flashes across Ushijima's face this time, and again Oikawa has to suppress his irritation. He already got a look from Iwaizumi when he said he was going to say something to Ushijima. Why is it so unimaginable that Oikawa would want to look out for his underclassman?

"You don't think I work hard?" Ushijima says.

It's Oikawa's turn to express surprise. He doesn't even try to hide it as he sort of goggles at Ushijima. "I know you work hard." He's not giving Ushijima a compliment. It's a fact, an indisputable fact, that Ushijima works harder than almost anyone else on the team.

Ushijima nods thoughtfully. "Then—is it that you think I don't think you work hard?"

Oikawa's gaze narrows as he considers Ushijima standing there. He has known Ushijima for long enough now to conclude with some confidence that Ushijima has no sense of humor, so this can't be a joke, he can't be messing with Oikawa.

"No," Oikawa says, keeping his gaze narrowed, "you've made it abundantly clear through the years that you think I work hard."

For some reason Ushijima smiles at that. Smiles. Oikawa glances off as he pushes down the unexpected heat that tries to rise to his face.

"Does my admiration for you bother you?" Ushijima asks and Oikawa looks at him again, fully on guard.

The smile is gone but Oikawa keeps his guard up. "No." He wonders how they've drifted so far off point, from what Oikawa wanted to talk about to Ushijima's apparent favorite subject; he didn't know Ushijima was such a conversational master manipulator.

A few wordless seconds have ticked by. Ushijima is still looking at him and he's still looking at Ushijima. "I can't read you," Oikawa decides to say into the silence.

"We've played against each other enough, back in high school and in intrasquads here, that you and I both know that isn't true," Ushijima says, matter of fact. "You're an expert at reaching me."

Oikawa shakes his head. "On the court, sure," he acknowledges. Then he hears himself say, "Is that all there is, to you? The volleyball court and nothing else?"

He doesn't know why he asked that, doesn't know what sort of response he's looking for, but it's not for Ushijima to lean in and kiss him.

It's sloppy and off-center, half the kiss off his mouth on the side of his face, tongue sort of flailing around against him.

When Ushijima steps back, breaking the kiss, Oikawa looks at him. "That was—"

"Terrible," Ushijima says.

"Terrible," Oikawa agrees.

For some reason, Ushijima smiles again; this time Oikawa doesn't notice the heat rising to his face until it's too late. "I'll get better with practice," Ushijima says, smile once again gone. "And a good teacher."

Ushijima is looking at him and Oikawa looks back. Looks at Ushijima's face, which is serious like always but also has a smile and something else that Oikawa can almost recognize but can't quite read...

"I'm going to dinner with Iwaizumi," Oikawa says as he turns and starts off, doesn't look back over his shoulder. "You can come too, if you want. The two of you could have fun teaming up against me about my attitude."

With that unfair stride of his, it doesn't take Ushijima long to catch up.

At the restaurant, Iwaizumi looks up at the two of them when they arrive at the table. "About time," he says, looking down as he reaches for a piece of the tempura he went ahead and ordered on his own.

Oikawa feels like there's a double meaning there but he doesn't let himself dwell on it as he sits down and helps himself to a piece of Iwaizumi's tempura. Sitting across from him, Ushijima only smiles.

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

iwaizumi hajime/Oikawa Tooru; Haikyuu

tags: none

"I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can't accept not trying."
-Michael Jackson

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

no tags
poetry, 32 lines

the last thing either of us want
is to quit.
to let fear control our dreams,
to hold back because we might fail.

even when the journey is tough,
long, jagged path
bumpy, filled with uncertain turns,
we can't.

(we won't.)

you can't bring down a kingdom,
without taking a chance.
you can't win
without giving your all first.

and even if it drains us,
even if it's a battle until the end,
the very last breath,
we'll fight.

because there's no greater regret
than thinking, i could've done more
than thinking, why didn't i do more?
and those sentences are the last we want to haunt us.

failure?
not ideal,
not the goal,
but acceptable.

not trying?
wrong.
never.
not an option.

we won't quit,
won't give up.

even at the end.

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Bokuto Koutarou&/Kuroo Tetsurou Haikyuu!!
no tags.

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi; Haikyuu

Tags: none (easily could become angst thou)

"How luck I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard"
-A. A. Milne

FILL: TEAM KYOUTANI KENTAROU/YAHABA SHIGERU, G

[knights_watch]

no tags, 611 words

Yamaguchi starts taking pictures sometime in their second year. At first, Kei isn't really keeping track of it. It starts as just some fooling with his phone camera; the other idiots on their team are all too happy to play along, to jump in and out of the frame, creating blurry images that make Yamaguchi laugh.

Kei doesn't really see the point of it, but he still holds still when Yamaguchi asks, even submits himself to the occasional shot containing just the two of them.

He notices when the cell phone camera gets swapped out for a digital one. It's not very new, and certainly not fancy, but Yamaguchi seems pleased with it. So much so that even Kei's teeth ache from watching him clean the lens, or fawn over the settings.

He wears it around his neck more days than not.

Even today.

It's not their second year anymore. It's not even their third, not really. It's the two of them standing at a train station ready for Yamaguchi to go off to some school in Kyoto of all places.

Kei recounts the facts to himself with this precise level of vagueness, like making all the facts fuzzy in his head will somehow make them less real, like they'll prevent Yamaguchi from getting on the train.

Tongue worrying the small piercing in the corner of his lip, Yamaguchi gives him one of those trembling, nervous smiles that's never failed to make Kei's mouth go dry. He looks over his shoulder, back at the tracks that are still lying empty. "It should um, be here soon."

"Right." He's never prayed for a train to be late before.

"I've got something for you! B- before I go," a laugh almost flutters out of his mouth before he swallows it again, turning and digging into his backpack with a hum. The camera bounces slightly against his chest at the movement, twisting with his body.

As he digs, Kei can hear the distant rattle of the train approaching. "Yamaguchi..."

"Got it!" He pulls out what looks like a journal at first glance, and Kei can see his fingers curling to make a nervous fist. "I, um, made this for you."

Kei hesitates before taking it, blinking slowly. The pages are wrong for a notebook, he realizes. They're plastic sleeves made to hold pictures inside of them and each one seems to be full of images.

He flips through it quickly. There's images of the team, of himself, the other members of their year, and all the pictures of the two of them that Yamaguchi roped him into taking.

Kei isn't used to feeling this kind of lump in his throat, and Yamaguchi's hair is very nearly torn out of its loose ponytail as the train rushes into the station, screeching to a halt. He yelps, grabbing his bag and sucking in a deep breath. "I'll text you when I'm there, okay?"

Yamaguchi leans forward, not quite on his toes, and presses their lips together. It's a quick, clumsy gesture and the steel of his lip piercing is warm against Kei's mouth, and he wants to reel Yamaguchi back in close to him and try again. He wants to go through the last three years with more courage, enough at least that this isn't the only time that he's managed to kiss Yamaguchi.

"Bye, Tsukki," the little flutter of laughter is back, even though he can see the tears welling up in Yamaguchi's eyes before he jogs onto the train, the camera bouncing along with him.

Kei clutches the album tightly to his chest and stands still to watch it pull away from the platform.

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

kuroo tetsurou/kenma kozume - hq!!
no tags

“Maybe I dreamt you.”

- ronan lynch (the raven cycle)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kitaiichis]

i can't believe how much damage u managed to cause while i was sleeping ;~~~~~~;

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Asahi Azumane/Nishinoya Yuu; Haikyuu

tags: monsters??, implied anxiety??? (go with whatever you like)

"We never found the monsters hiding under our beds because they were living within us all along"

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[kuramochi]

kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, daiya no ace
no tags

Breath me in, like the summer nights
It's only a mistake if we don't survive
Kids grown up, but we're not alright
We're trouble

― natalia kills, trouble

FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G

[starrwinter]

Brief mention of blood
Word count: 410


Leather jacket distressed with fresh scuff marks, knuckles bruised and bloody, along with a new slash marking his lip should have been enough to turn away any challenger for the rest of the day. Kuramochi exhausted but satisfied having dealt with the neighbourhood bully picking on younger kids to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

Whistling as he made his way home through the dimming evening light, a rhythmic jingle in his pockets from the money and possessions he won back from his defeated opponent. Anticipation building for the faces of their owners when he would return them to a crowd of smiles.

That's when Kuramochi spotted him.

Pink hair appearing out of place but the aura being given off making the hairs on Kuramochi’s neck stand on end. He could sense judgement rolling off in waves the moment the stranger spotted him, a familiar gaze of sizing up an opponent just before a fight.

Fighting the furthest thing from his mind- heart racing with different thought entirely running away with his head.

“You look like you've been up to no good…” a voice even smoother than Kuramochi imagined almost purred from the shadows.

Kuramochi raising an eyebrow in his own silent judgement, trying to hold back the smirk slowly forming until the urge took over. Cackle ringing through the dimming evening light as he drew closer to the stranger in the shadows.

“How do you know it was no good? That's a pretty weighty judgement, with my actions being the right ones in many circles,” Kuramochi enjoying the answering grin.

“Hmm- so a villain with a Robin Hood complex, interesting.” The sound of a boot pushing off the wall as they both came closer together.

Kuramochi recognizing a demand when he saw one. The ‘I'm following you’ clear as day as they both started back towards his home.

Kuramochi gazing over his shoulder at the stranger’s silhouette, all soft edges hiding razor sharp edges underneath- eyes trapped as a freezing look met him head on.

“Ryousuke,” the name curling off the tongue dangerously.

“Kuramochi,” followed with another cackle back, nerves hidden under a thin cover.

Ryousuke joining Kuramochi’s side as they continued to walk with an easy stride. Glint and scent of black leather their companions, the slight tang of blood in Kuramochi’s mouth, with the accompaniment of coins jingling in his pockets- proof that would soon be realized he was far more the hero than villain.

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi/Yachi Hitoka; Haikyuu

tags: none

"The way to know life is to love many things"
-Vincent Van Gogh

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

no tags
word count: 504

Hitoka is easy to love, with the pure joy she takes out of all things in life. She brightens their apartment the same way she brightens their lives, bringing home cuttings of plants that she's begged off their neighbours, trying out a new crochet pattern she's picked up to decorate their coffee table with. She loves everything around her so wholly and it shows in just how happy she is.

It's all too easy for Tadashi and Kei to get pulled into it too. She teaches them a lot, about appreciating all the small things in life, about looking at the bright side of everything around her. She kisses their cheeks with her lips curved into a smile and it leaves them both smiling for the rest of the day too, no matter what else the world has to throw at them, because they both know that they'll be coming home to her, that she's the bright point in their lives, like the gentle warmth of the sun nurturing the flowers that grow in its rays.

Tadashi is more confident, with Hitoka there to pull him out of his shell, to give him all the encouragement he needs, no matter what it is. She's always eager to hear about whatever he's interested in, she likes taking it in and learning from it as well. She's there to give him the push that he needs when he falters, and she's there to be the safety net for him, so that he doesn't have to fear falling. She's not the only one either; having her encourage Tadashi so much makes Kei take part too, and they both let him borrow their strength, taking comfort in it, until he finds his own.

When it comes to Kei, she teaches him to smile. She teaches him that it's okay to try and fail sometimes, she's there to remind him that he's worth more than he thinks he is, not just to her but to Tadashi as well. He's gentle with her, in a way that he also learns to extend to Tadashi. He doesn't feel the need to hide the way he feels, and even if it's just in the privacy of their own home, his smiles come easier, his touch is more frequent. Hitoka can see the way it helps him settle into himself a little, just as it makes Tadashi relax more as well.

Most of all though, more than the small pleasures in life, more than making any kind of change, Hitoka loves them the most in the entire world. She reminds them of it, not always having to use words to express it, but she makes sure that they both know it all the same, in the way she wraps their arms around them, the way she presses kisses to their cheeks, and their lips. She brings as much light into their lives as she can, because she knows that they both deserve it. Because without even trying, they do the same for her.

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Daichi Sawamura/Sugawara Koushi; Haikyuu

tags: none

"A friend is like a fairytale, been there since once upon a time, will be there until happily ever after."

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

daisuga, 601 words
no tags

a different kind of fairy tale! tengu are kinda like bird demons, and yes, there is also side kiyoyachi in this haha

--



“Please help me,” the young prince Daichi says. “I need to save the princess again.”

The tengu tilts his head in contemplation, shuffles a bit on the tall wooden platform soles of his geta shoes; he’s vested in long dark robes, almost as dark as the glossy black of the crow wings where his arms should be, but his hair shines like ash and silver in the moonlight. There’s a beauty mark that sits high up on the tengu’s cheek, and every time he smiles, it makes Daichi wonder about what the worth of a kingdom truly is, to him. Maybe it’s worth only the things Daichi has found in these green mountains where the wind never stops blowing.

“Are you so sure she needs to be rescued?” There is mirth in the tengu’s voice; an echo like the mischief of a murder of crows.

This is the third time the young prince has come to visit the tengu in his home high up on the peak, and this is the third favour he asks of him. There is a particular certainty in this number, and the tengu is starting to see the pattern as surely as the western wind that carries him home. He grins as he waits for Daichi to piece it together himself; the tengu has come to appreciate the undercurrent of his cunning, a cleverness that moves with the surety of the earth.

“Um,” Daichi says. Maybe not that cunning. The tengu resists the urge to laugh, but when he lets slip a smile behind his feathers anyway, Daichi can see the flash of teeth, and they are white and sharp and dangerous, and Daichi wonders again about the worth of a kingdom when all he wants to do is stay here in the shadow of green trees and watch the moonlight draw pale lines across crow feathers in the dark.

“Your golden princess was kidnapped by a moving shadow the first time, and she was kidnapped by a winged demon the second,” the tengu recounts as the wind seems to laugh; it ruffles his silver hair, and Daichi thinks about how soft it would feel under his fingers. “And she was carried off by a bird of prey this third time.” He looks up into the tangle of dark branches that arch above him, and Daichi follows the movement of his eyes until he sees a golden sparrow perched there under the wing of a black crow. They’re sleeping peacefully, and something about the tufted crown of yellow feathers that adorn the sparrow is familiar, and so too are the markings around the eyes of the crow.

“Oh,” Daichi says. He feels a little foolish.

The tengu slaps him across the back in merriment; it’s not gentle, and Daichi trips a little over his own feet. “Problem solved! But I guess, as with all stories, you still have a third favour you can ask of me.”

Daichi flushes pink to the tip of his ears. “Would you like to come with m--”

“Thought you would never ask. You can call me Suga.”

“But I--”

“You can call me Suga, and I like spicy foods, and yes, my wings can turn into arms. Any other questions?” The tengu is grinning again, and Daichi watches the white of his teeth flash in the dark.

“Are your feathers--”

This time, Suga kisses him, and when his sharp little teeth nip at Daichi’s bottom lip, and his wing feathers brush soft against Daichi’s cheek, he thinks that he can definitely get used to following the whims of the western wind.

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Kanemaru Shinji & Toujou Hideaki Daiya no Ace
no tags.

"There's not a word yet, for old friends who've just met."
—Gonzo, I'm Going To Go Back There Someday

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Kenma Kozume/Hinata Shouyo; Haikyuu

tags:

"Wait 'til you see me smile."
-Alicia Keys

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Kiyoko Shimuzu/Yachi Hitoka; Haikyuu

tags: none

"Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever."

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

kiyoyachi, graphics fill
no tags

kiyoko = dynamite
yachi = chiharu

What does forever mean....?

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Aoyagi Hajime / Teshima Junta, Yowapeda
no tags

"The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone"

-- Taylor Swift

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Imaizumi Shunsuke / Naruko Shoukichi, Yowapeda
no tags

"We're all here, the lights and noise are blinding
We hang back, it's all in the timing"

-- Taylor Swift

FILL: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, M

[hakari]

blood, gore, violence, cannibalism, demons, implied death, it's a digital devil saga au so uh yeah hm
3083 words

Here at ao3

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Mukai Taiyou&/Toujou Hideaki or Isashiki Jun & Zaizen Naoyuki Daiya no Ace
no tags.

"Rivalry isn't hate, it is a partnership in disguise."
—Jimmy Addison

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Imaizumi Shunsuke / Naruko Shoukichi, Yowapeda
no tags

"They take their shots, but we're bulletproof"

-- Taylor Swift

Fill: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[putsch]

crime/thief au, guns, blood, major and minor injuries
word count: 508



they make it across cities, across continents, each one a new oyster plucked from the ground for another pearl to add to their collection. nothing can stop them, after all, no matter how hard their enemies may try the two of them are an unstoppable force built on fighting and crash courses of lips and hands and hearts.

there are days, when they lay intertwined together in hotel cotton that he feels they could move across worlds if only their legs could move fast enough.


now imaizumi just hopes they can move fast enough to get out of this damn parking lot.

the loot is long gone instead of at it's proper drop point, and imaizumi doesn't give a shit. not when shoukichi is wheezing at his side and he can't tell where he's been grazed or actually shot between the red of his hair and the black of his suit. his own shoulder is screaming around the bullet lodged in it. the air is thick with the iron of blood, overtaking the gunpowder and bullets, ruining his ability to take in the situation as objectively as possible. there's no escaping on their bikes, likely eviscerated behind a barricade of cop cars, and he doesn't know if shoukichi is in any condition to hot wire the car they're hiding behind for them to run. and would it matter? would it outrun them all? do they have enough bullets in four guns to take them out of their way? could they make it home, one more time, so imaizumi could give shoukichi all the promises he's kept hidden behind his teeth?


"you're shaking, hot shot."

"shut up." he squeezes him tighter to his side, as if that'll help stop anything, "you can give me shit when you stop bleeding."

his laughter is raspy, quiet, not the boisterous and wild thing it should be. it feels like another bullet in his side.

"so, what's your plan?" he asks it as casually as he asks about breakfast, loading his gun with blood-slick hands.

"i..." imaizumi curls closer to him, lips pressed in a thin line. the police behind them say something, but it doesn't register to either of them, too lost in looking at each other, trying to say a hundred, a thousand things.

( i'm sorry

it shouldn't have been this way

you deserve more, more, the world, the sun, everything between,

i trust you.)

"okay." shoukichi replies, looking at him with that same sureness that never, ever seems to waver. "my plan then." imaizumi nods.


( "we'll always have this one plan in the back pocket, just in case!"

"that's the most dangerous, stupid plan i've ever heard. it could kill us."

"you don't know that. besides, if we're already in a pickle, you think it matters?" )


they press forward, lips meeting each other half way and far past the red tang of blood for a promise.

"for luck babe."

imaizumi loads his gun with a harsh clack.

"who needs luck when i have you?"

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu

tags: none

"He who grabs the last lettuce wrap is the least hungry."
-fortune cookie

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Imaizumi Shunsuke / Naruko Shoukichi, Yowapeda
no tags

"Took off faster than a green light, go
Yeah, you skipped the conversation when you already know
I left a note on the door with a joke we'd made
And that was the first day"

-- Taylor Swift

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Manami Sangaku &/ Teshima Junta, Yowapeda
no tags

"We need love, but all we want is danger
We team up then switch sides like a record changer"

-- Taylor Swift

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Daichi Sawamura/Sugawara Koushi; Haikyuu

tags: none, (maybe crying???)

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
-Dr. Seuss

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

daisuga, 491 words
no tags

daisuga is the martha stewart domestic catalogue of my heart

--


There’s not many things that make Daichi cry these days.

He cried much more when he was younger; over losses that felt too big for what they were, for small things that were pressed, so unexpectedly, so gently, into the palm of his hand on the day he and Suga had graduated high school. Daichi had not been brave enough; he should have known that Suga had always been all the bravery he needed.

(Daichi still keeps that second button from Suga’s school uniform, tucked away in the same box as the cufflinks he reserves for special occasions.)

So Daichi is not sure why there are tears in his eyes as he watches the water turn to steam in the sink; the tap is running over the smoldering remains of what used to be their old kitchen curtains, and he can’t help the tight feeling in his chest. It had only taken a moment of inattention after a long day of university classes, bone tired during finals week, and before he knows it, the oil had burnt too hot and droplets had set the cheap fabric on fire. The entire kitchen smells acrid with it; his eyes sting and he’s trying so hard to blink the wetness from them. He feels faintly ridiculous.

“We can get new ones, Daichi,” Suga says, standing at his shoulder, and Daichi can tell Suga is struggling to keep the smile off his face. “They were really ugly. Didn’t you hate the pattern?” The curtains had little cartoon crows on them, and Suga had ugly laughed with so much delight at finding them in the discount bin. Suga had named them, this one with the misshapen eyes had been Kageyama, this one with the misprint in red had been Hinata. It had done a little to soothe the homesickness they had felt like a sting; three years ago seems almost like yesterday, when they had come to Tokyo so full of its lights in their eyes, and not much money in their pockets except for the scholarships they had worked so hard to get, and they had wanted everything the world had to offer.

“They were the first thing we bought together for this apartment,” Daichi replies, voice gruff, and now Suga does smile, and it’s small, and soft, and so full of unbearable fondness.

“Unbelievable. I can’t believe what a sap you are. I’m embarrassed for you.” There’s a light thump as Suga punches him lightly in the ribs as he laughs at him, but then Daichi feels arms slipping around his waist. “Take me out for dinner, and I’ll buy you the nicest curtains in town. Your pick. As fancy as you like. Only nice, fancy curtains for Lord Sawamura Daichi.”

“I kinda liked the crows,” Daichi murmurs, turning his face into Suga’s hair, and he kisses the little tuft that always seems to stick out as Suga just groans in disbelief.

“Truly unbelievable.”

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Daichi Sawamura/Sugawara Koushi

tags: none

"I'm a syrupy mess! Who can I hug?"
-Calvin, Calvin & Hobbes

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T

[dynamite]

daisuga, 484 words
some sexual innuendo

what kind of american teen movie is this, I don't even know. rip daichi.

--



It had been Suga’s brilliant idea. And when Kiyoko had calmly declined being featured on the poster of the Karasuno Volleyball Team Car Wash Fundraiser, Suga had lead them by smiling, enthusiastic example.

“If I’m on the poster, it’s only right that I participate in the car wash, too,” Suga had said with a wink; he’s grinning, and it lights up his face like nothing else in the world. This is probably what a trap feels like, Daichi had thought faintly in that moment, as he slowly agreed to the excited yelling of the rest of the team.

Daichi is not sure he has ever seen volleyball shorts that short, and it takes him a few, very long seconds to realise that Suga is wearing the girls’ away volleyball uniform. Where did he even find something like that? Daichi wonders, right before his poor brain short circuits as Tanaka turns the water hose on Suga in full. There’s a bucket of soapy water clutched in Suga’s hand; it overfills with the force of the spray and splashes all over him, soaking through the thin white fabric of his jersey. Suga’s surprised laughter is a peal of delight in the hot summer sun as he dumps the remaining contents of the bucket over Tanaka’s head. There have been no cars for at least an hour, but there has been a lot of idle hands.

What a terrible, wet mess this is turning out to be, Daichi thinks, mouth dry as Suga’s soaked shirt sticks to the line of his ribs, the lean jut of his hips. Suga’s thighs are practically gleaming in the sun, the shorts not doing a single thing clothing is suppose to do, and Daichi can see the tan of Suga’s skin through the wet fabric where it sticks to the curve of his-- Daichi tries to swallow, but his tongue is thick in his mouth, and all he can think is, Very terrible, very wet, very--

“Daichi…! Stop frowning like that, your face will stick,” Suga yells out, one hand pushing at Tanaka’s face and the other trying to wrestle the hose from Tanaka’s hands. Daichi realises too late what Suga is scheming until the spray hits him square in the face, and then there’s nothing he can do to take back the undignified squawk he lets slip as the cold water snaps him out of his reverie.

“More where that came from,” Suga smiles as he bounds up, arms wide open, body slick with sudsy water. “Come here, Daichi…!” And Daichi can only hope for death to take him as a very warm, very wet Suga wriggles against his chest as Suga tries to soak him with the press of his body against Daichi’s own.

“Definitely more where this came from,” Suga breathes into his ear, and Daichi thinks faintly that maybe terrible, wet messes are not that terrible afterall.

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[karahashi]

Ebina Yui /& Ujikawa Akira, 15: Meisetsu Kougyou Koukou Rugby Bu
no tags

You make beautiful things out of the dust. / You make beautiful things out of us.
— Beautiful Things, Gungor

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[winterstuck]

no tags

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

[onewiththestarcult]

Daichi Sawamura/Sugawara Koushi; Haikyuu

tags: none

"Always remember that you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
-A. A. Milne

(I'm so sorry these are all sappy I've been going through my high school yearbooks)