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 Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[kitaiichis]

hanai azusa /& tajima yuuichirou, oofuri

“i wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. i bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”
— benjamin alire-saenz, aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

no tags
word count: 564

Hanai opens his eyes to a room full of soft snoring and tangled limbs. He breathes in, taking a moment to remember where he is. Training camp, he remembers, and even in the middle of the night, he can feel the summer heat hanging in the air.

The exhaustion from their earlier training is gone, and sleep recedes like a wave rolling back into the ocean. Hanai sits up, feeling too alert, and realises that he isn't the only one.

There's an empty futon, and he hasn't even finished glancing around the room to check on the others before he realises that it's Tajima. With a soft sigh, Hanai gets to his feet, silently opening the door and then closing it behind him.

Tajima is leaning against the balcony, his arms folded atop the polished wood. He's looking up at the sky.

"Hey," Hanai greets softly, to avoid surprising him.

"You should be asleep, captain," Tajima replies, turning to him with a smile.

It's a full moon tonight, and Hanai only notices because of the way the light glows against Tajima's face, picking out every freckle like a mess of constellations given human form. Hanai's gaze drops just briefly to Tajima's lips and he looks away again, with the excuse of looking up at the stars.

"It's a clear night," he realises with a soft murmur. He hasn't noticed anything about his surroundings without the context of Tajima to give them meaning.

He isn't like this. Except he is, more and more recently these days. He's distracted; by Tajima's freckles, by Tajima's smile, by Tajima's hands, and he doesn't even remember when it began. He can't retrospectively find a particular turning point, a marker to separate before and after.

All he knows is that Tajima sits at the back of his mind like a gentle weight, and not entirely an unpleasant one.

"I like clear nights like these," Tajima murmurs. "I like looking at the stars, and feeling like I can do anything."

"You always feel like that, though," Hanai says softly. It's one of his favourite things about Tajima; it's inspiring to the team on an entirely different level to what Hanai does as captain. Not for the first time, Hanai thinks that they make a good pair.

"Sometimes more than others," Tajiam replies, and he's looking at Hanai now. "Sometimes, I don't feel like I need to be scared of anything."

"Yeah?" Hanai breathes, and he wonders when they started standing so close that their sides press against each other. He wonders how he didn't notice earlier.

Tajima smiles at him and reaches for Hanai's hand with his own. He doesn't take hold of it, but traces his fingers along the back of Hanai's hand, tentative and patient.

Hanai responds by turning his palm upward, letting Tajima press his against it. Their fingers curl towards each other, slow and shy, and Hanai can't help but think of how warm Tajima's hand feels.

This isn't the first time that they've held hands, but this is different to their morning meditation sessions, or the way Tajima checks on his teammates in the middle of games. This is something that belongs to them entirely, filled with more things than Hanai can unpack right now.

He doesn't mind that, though. He holds Tajima's hand a little tighter, confident that he'll have all the time he needs.

PROMPT: Team Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun

[clefairy]

Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei, Daiya no Ace
no tags

"I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning."
- Denice Envall

LDR miyumei anyone? /hit

Re: PROMPT: Team Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun

[paracyane]

oh my god.....

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[emmykay]

Kataoka Tesshin/Takashima Rei, Daiya no A

tags: sexual content


Crash Davis: I never told him to stay out of your bed.

Annie Savoy: You most certainly did.

Crash Davis: I never told him to stay out of your bed.

Annie Savoy: Yes you did.

Crash Davis: I told him that a player on a streak has to respect the streak.

Annie Savoy: Oh fine.

Crash Davis: You know why? Because they don't-they don't happen very often.

Annie Savoy: Right.

Crash Davis: If you believe you're playing well because you're getting laid, or because you're not getting laid, or because you wear women's underwear, then you *are*! And you should know that!

---Ron Shelton, Bull Durham

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta (ywpd)

no tags

"I was a rat on a burning ship
When we sunk, our fire got put out.
It was just like the great plague,
It's like the birth of underwear.

I was a wheel in a war machine
Now I’m a toilet in a restaurant
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place

Hey dude, I hate everything you do
But I'm trying really hard to not hate you
Hating you won't make you suck any less
And hating you won't make me suck any less"

- Kokpelli Face Tattoo, Andrew Jackson Jihad

PROMPT: Team Hoshizora Rin/Koizumi Hanayo/Nishikino Maki

[sylphofkarkat]

Manami Sangaku&/Onoda Sakamichi, Yowamushi Pedal
injuries, could involve self harm or violence

"Pain is also a type of pleasure, Tsukinaga-kun."
- Eichi Tenshouin, Ensemble Stars! (Event: Rebellion! The King's Horseback Ride)
[a translation can be found here!]

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T

[allassankari]

Tags: Self-inflicted suffocation

This is pretty mild, but it's what came to mind :'D

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta (ywpd) or Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi (HQ!!)

no tags

"Step one: light me on fire
Step two: walk clean away
I won't burn long
And evidence of your done wrong will be gone
In seconds I swear

But if you got time anyway
Why not watch me hurt?
And nothing is sweeter than needed revenge
Oh, that's right
I did nothing
And you were the mean one
In fact, you even broke my good tape deck
In fact, I don't wanna be friends"

- In Fact, Gregory and the Hawk

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, T

[luckycricket33]

angst... the thing oikawa did isn't specified but i guess right now it reads as cheating. it isn't cheating or some romance drama mistake where suga thinks he cheated but he really didn't. they both know what "it" was and it was immaterial compared to the disintegration of trust. sorry that this is a lot.
word count: 435

Tooru carries his spine upright, but he is curling in on himself, visibly, at the edges. His proud head is bowing, in resignation, his hands are in his pockets (to keep Suga from seeing how they shake and sweat), and his elbows are tucked close to his frame.

"You hate me, don't you." Despite Tooru's visible discomfort his face is remarkably dry. It's cold and composed and even in tone, like marble. Damn him, Suga thinks, how can he not be feeling anything. "I knew you'd hate me, if you found out, so I hid it. It's alright. I can take it. You're under no obligation to stay. No hard feelings." Suga feels a surge of hatred toward him. Of course Tooru can handle it, Suga's seen him- helped him!– work through the exact same process before, after his last breakup. Suga is disgusted that he let himself get sucked into this pattern.

“You’re the worst, Tooru.”
Tooru takes it with the same cold eyes and shallow grin. Suga’s face is hot, tear ducts burning with pressure, and what he wouldn’t give to make Tooru feel the same way.
“You’re malicious. You even admitted that all your exes said it. Why did I believe you when you said it wasn’t your fault? Why did I think we’d be different, anything but the next link in your pattern?”
Tooru’s mask is cracking and Suga relishes the thought of getting to be the one to see beneath it, one last time.
“It was only a matter of time before your malice turned on me”
Tooru’s smile is stretched thin like a rubber band. Even this close to snapping he is taking it with grace.
“The thing that gets me most isn’t even what you did,” I walked you through the aftermath of the last time you did it, after all, I knew what you were capable of, “it’s that you hid it from me, out of spite. Rot in hell, Tooru.”
Suga gets to see his face shatter, as he turns on his heel to leave. Good.
Tooru's eyes bug out. "No, I didn't- wait- I didn't mean it- I wouldn't spi- never- wait!"
He had been so, disgustingly! prepared for the whole encounter, but Suga got to see the real Tooru, one last time.
"Su- Suga-- Koushi!" His voice was shaking, hands were out of his pockets, jittering like they did after too much caffeine.

Less than three minutes after Tooru told Suga "you can go, no hard feelings, I won't ask you to come back," he was begging for Suga to return. He was repulsive.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mother_herbivore]

Inui Sadaharu &/ Kaidou Kaoru, prince of tennis
tags: gore, death, eye trauma

"Could you put his brain back in his head? With corpses, I prefer to go through the eye sockets."
"I cannot begin to tell you what's wrong with that sentence."
-Chromedome and Drift, MTMTE #3

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Tags: character death, gore, supernatural elements (zombies, necromancy), fantasy AU
Word Count: 572


“Eww!” Kikumaru balked, his feline ears laying flat on his head. He backed away, retreating into Oishi’s side. Oishi seemed to be equally squeamish, a look of concern contorting his face.

“Oh, good. You found him,” Inui said, coming up along side the pair of them. His black robes were slightly singed, but that was hardly an unusual state for them; they were often covered in far more distasteful things.

On the ground was Kaidou, and he was far worse off than Inui’s robes. The attacking party had been a bit too much, managing to pierce through both Kaidou’s armor and his thick, draconic skin.

He was in far more pieces than any one party member should be.

“Well, nothing to do but gather him up,” Inui said, rolling up the sleeves of his robes. “Would you mind lending me a hand?”

“Inui, his brains aren’t even in his head anymore,” Kikumaru said, wrinkling his nose.

“Hmm.” Inui reached out and grabbed Kaidou’s muzzle, tilting it to examine his head. “Right. Well, nothing to do but just shove them back in. I find the eye socket to be the best way to go.” He was already tilting the head the right way, prying the more damaged eye open. “Mind handing the brain to me?”

Kikumaru gagged. “Okay, I’m leaving. Good luck with the Kaidou thing.”

Inui frowned, but said nothing as he set about gathering the pieces of Kaidou together himself.

---

Kaidou awoke in Inui’s workshop, his eyes slowly fluttering open while Inui was still in the middle of stitching his abdomen shut. It wouldn’t be an issue, Inui knew from experience. Kaidou’s pain sensations were far too dulled to register as simple a repair as this.

Kaidou’s hand shot up, running over his skull.

“It’s all there,” Inui said simply. “Most of your original skull bone too, though I did have to supplement a little. I also took the liberty of applying a potion to stimulate hair regrowth. I had to shave it clean while I was working up there.”

Kaidou hissed at that, and Inui smiled. Kaidou raised his other arm, only to find his hand missing. “Don’t worry. That’s next on my list.”

Kaidou huffed and let his arm fall to his side. “Sorry, senpai.”

Inui tied off the suture he was on, and reached over to grab the pan that Kaidou’s hand was sitting in. “Sorry for what?”

“I keep messing up.”

Inui picked up Kaidou’s hand, clawed and scaled, and turned it over. He sat down on the worktable, next to Kaidou, and lined up the hand with the matching wrist. “You have nothing to apologize for. It can be hard getting used to. You’re not as durable as you once were.”

Kaidou grimaced. “Now that I’m dead you mean.”

“You’re not dead,” Inui said. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Because you’re keeping me alive.” He flinched as Inui pierced his skin with a needle, and began stitching again. “If you weren’t a necromancer…”

“You said it yourself. I’m ‘keeping you alive’. So by definition, you aren’t dead.”

“That seems like an excuse, senpai.”

Inui shrugged.

“Why do you keep me alive anyway?”

Inui smiled again as he tied off his sutures again, finished reattaching the hand. He rubbed a salve over it, to let the magic finish mending the muscle and bone beneath it. “I suppose you’ll have to stay alive long enough to find out.”

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!!
implication that a character is "trash" but in a loving way..?




- dw user hypernovaes

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[chiharu]

you're a menace and I love it

Prompt: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[miaoujones]

Miyuki Kazuya &/ Takigawa Chris Yuu, Daiya no A
tags: none


Shel Silverstein, "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O"

Re: Prompt: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[kazuyas]

wibbles ;;;

PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[kitaiichis]

miyuki kazuya /& takigawa chris yuu, daiya no ace

“the warmth of blankets
makes me nervous
i’d rather catch a cold.”
— sleeping at last, bright & early, (x)

Re: PROMPT: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya

[kazuyas]

AND R E A

Prompt: Team Chihayafuru

[rosebrook]

Toujo Nozomi/ Ayase Eli , Love Live

"I'm in lesbians with you"
-Scott Pilgrim

FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,G

[nyatsuuuu]

No Tags

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Kousaka Honoka & µ's, Love Live!
no tags

Last call and everybody's watching
Her voice rings out like a storm
Sometimes the past echoes in the future
Starting long before we were born
Sometimes you only get one chance
-Avalanche, Walk The Moon

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

memory loss, an impending sense of doom. character disappearance/death
1220 words

Kotori is waiting for Umi at her side of the river just as she always does.

Umi nods a polite greeting at her to wish her good morning, and Kotori smiles back in return. The next statement is inevitably a query about how well they slept, followed by a quip about the previous day’s homework and how much there was. Sometimes, they’ll decide to pick up a snack on the way to school before class begins. This is routine. This is normal for the two of them, a familiar pattern in the fabric of life.

The sinking emptiness in her chest is not, however, par for the course.

A cold hand of dread has sunk its talons into her neck, sending icy chills through her body. There’s a sinister voice lurking at the back of her mind, whispering there’s something missing over and over again. She’s trapped in an echo chamber of her own thoughts, and can’t quite place what’s wrong. Umi freezes in her tracks. Kotori frowns.

“Umi-chan, what’s wrong?”

Her hand slides into Umi’s, warm and friendly. Something about it feels wrong. Umi absentmindedly raises her other hand to her face, as though there’s something else—no, someone else that should be filling the gaps in between her fingers with their own. It’s a ridiculous sentiment. Umi doesn’t voice it.

“It’s nothing,” she mutters, giving Kotori’s hand a small squeeze before continuing on their journey. The icy talons sink deeper inside her as they continue to walk.



Eli doesn’t remember how she ended up as a school idol. She vaguely recalls a point in time where she found it ludicrous, immature even. After rejection after rejection from ballet schools, the idea of performing on stage again would have seemed like a wild fantasy at best, a pipe dream at worst. Yet here she is on the school’s rooftop, preparing herself for the Love Live with seven people who are almost friends.

Her voice rings out loud and clear as she leads the group’s stretches. She is a strict teacher, she knows, but it is for the best. It is up to her to ensure their steps are in sync, their movements melodious in the way that they dance. Even if they are not singing, she should almost be able to hear the music.

It is oddly silent on the roof that day, even with her instructions.

Technically, nobody is doing anything wrong. Rin is the best dancer of the group, and she and Hanayo have obviously been practicing together with how much Hanayo has improved. Nico has caught up with the two of them, and her movements are fluid as she prances into stage for her dance solo. Nozomi is gorgeous, as usual, but perhaps Eli is a biased party when it comes to that.

There’s a gap between where Kotori and Umi are standing, but their formation has been that way for as long as she can remember. Eli frowns.

Come to think of it, she doesn’t remember very much any more.



The stars are bright; they always are.

It is late after practice and Rin is rushing home to do her homework, pedaling her bike as quickly as she can. There’s a large, open field on the way back, and despite her rush, something tells her to stop and stare. She glances up into the night sky and wonders, for a moment, if she is meant to channel her namesake. Perhaps, someday, she too will shine: no more worries, no more hiding, no more toeing the fine line between boy and girl, wanting desperately to cross.

The constellations stare back at her unblinking. Then, a faraway twinkle through the corner of her eye, so sudden that she nearly jumps, a brief flash of brightness and radiating light.

“Ah,“ she mutters, stretching her hand out, almost as though to grab hold of it. But the sparkle disappears almost as quickly as it surfaced, and Rin finds herself grasping at air, feeling quite silly, reaching for a light that doesn’t exist. She frowns.

She must have been seeing things. Stress from school, and stress from life. That’s all, right? She heaves a sigh and continues to pedal on, a pit of dread bubbling inside her as she thinks about the mounting pile of homework that awaits.



The skies screamed the next day, letting loose a torrent of rain. Instead of practice the eight girls of Muse are huddled in the Idol Research Club room, watching videos of their previous performances and observing their mistakes. The Love Live tournament is coming up and Nico is gearing up on her barrage of criticism—they could have sung that louder, they could have had more heart.

Hanayo swallows the lump in her throat as she glances to the left, watching as Maki diligently takes notes. She grumbling underneath her breath about Nico, but that is nothing new. Nico is a force to be reckoned with, the kind of person she’d call a human hurricane. They need that sort of force to keep the group going.

Dark clouds and harsh winds part to reveal sun. Hanayo knows it’s bad, but sometimes it feels like there is no light in sight. It’s been dark clouds and rainstorms for a while now, a suffocating fog breathing over the days past.

Nico sighs dramatically, dropping her pen on the table in lieu of a mic.

“Hanayo, go grab another stack of CDs from the shelves. We’ve got lots of work to do.”

Hanayo nods, getting up from her seat. She’s overthinking it. They’ll compete in the semi-finals, face off against A-Rise, and perhaps they’ll win. She walks over to the CDs and removes a stack from the shelf. There is a shoebox behind them that she has never seen before. Hanayo frowns, squinting through her glasses.

That hasn’t been there before. She grabs the box with her other hand, placing it underneath the CDs and walking up to Nico. There is something strange about this. Something she can’t quite place.

“H- hey everyone, come and take a look,” she says, nervously glancing around the room. Seven pairs of curious footsteps scuttle around her, peering over the shoebox in her arms as she removes the top.

Newspaper clippings. Her eyes widen when she realizes they’re of their group—the newspapers are all talking about Muse, but there’s a girl in the center who isn’t in the room. Orange hair, a side ponytail, and the brightest smile she hasn’t seen. Hanayo’s eyes meet Maki’s, and she gulps.

An mp3 player. She hands it to Rin, who presses the “play” button. A voice pours out of it, technically average at best, but imbued with a heart and passion that’s unrivalled by anyone in the group. The song she is singing is familiar, yet unknown. Ai wa Taiyou Jyanai.

Love is like the sun.

Hanayo digs further into the shoebox. A group photo. The orange-haired girl is holding the camera, her hand outstretched as she takes the selfie. Around her, everyone is laughing and smiling. Even Nico. (Especially Nico.) She hands the photo to Umi, who practically snatches it away from her in shock. Her face is pale and her voice shakes.

“W-where’s Honoka?”

The memories flood back like a tidal wave. Hanayo drops the shoebox.

She screams.

PROMPT: TEAM KOMINATO RYOUSUKE/KURAMOCHI YOUICHI

[bandera]

narumiya mei/miyuki kazuya - daiya no a
no content warnings.

i'll be as honest as you'll let me: i miss your early morning company, if you get me.
you are my favorite "what if."
you are my best "i'll never know."
i'm starting to forget, just what summer ever meant to you.
what did it ever mean to you?
"fourth of july" - fall out boy.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KOMINATO RYOUSUKE/KURAMOCHI YOUICHI

[windflicker]

reaches fingers out softly oh....

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Imaizumi Shunsuke/Teshima Junta (ywpd)

no tags

"Oh, I'm going to mess this up
Oh, this is just my luck
Over and over and over again

I'm sorry for everything
Oh, everything I've done
From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun
And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved
Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved"

- Shots, Imagine Dragons

interpret however way that you want but if you go with h/c re: varied yet mutual brainbads i'd be so so happy

PROMPT: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[parasolghost]

Kuramochi Youichi /& Sawamura Eijun, Daiya no Ace

"If I run and leap at Terry, he will most certainly catch me in his arms." -Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings this probably isn't safe



these two may have gotten something wrong about the direction you run at your partner from!

PROMPT: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei

[windflicker]

Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei; daiya no ace

"I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

- Mhairi McFarlane

Re: PROMPT: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei

[paracyane]

I'M LEAVING THIS TEAM

Prompt: Team Chihayafuru

[rosebrook]

Abe Takaya / Mihashi Ren Big Windup

"There's no crying in baseball!"
-A League of Their Own

Re: Prompt: Team Chihayafuru

[horchata]

I love that we both prompted this quote, and that we are both on the same team and STILL can't fill it.

PROMPT: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[starrwinter]

Miyuki Kazuya/Takigawa Chris Yuu (Daiya no A)
No tags

"There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate."

―Linda Grayson

Re: PROMPT: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[miaoujones]

:3
♥

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya

[luckycricket33]

Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi

"The world will seek the greatest possible salvage out of the wreck"

-Irving Fisher, economist

Prompt: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

[prillalar]

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidoh Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)
no tags

"Well, I’m back."
- Samwise Gamgee in Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien

PROMPT: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[parasolghost]

Furuya Satoru /& Kominato Haruichi /& Sawamura Eijun, Daiya no Ace

"In the name of the moon I will punish you!" -Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon)

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta (ywpd)

no tags

"Do you want to fight me
With your one good leg?
And do you think you can beat me?
Why don't you wait until you get out of bed?

And you're throwing out your punches at the rate of snow
If you break in half then you could let it flow
You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar
You're a bit combustible don't break"

- Do You Want To Fight Me, Venus Hum

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[elucidatedlucy]

stares
i say this as though my eyes havent been boring eyes through the last several prompts youve made but Stares.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[totheriver]

Yagami Tomoe/Kuga Kyousuke; Prince of Stride
no tags

"I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck,
Kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
- Sylvia Plath, from Mad Girl’s Lovesong

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[yrindor]

no tags
436 words

There was no warning when Tomoe left, just an empty desk that appeared in the classroom one day long before the end of the year.

The first day, Kyousuke wondered if Tomoe had fallen ill, and he tried calling him, but no one answered. The second day, he sent an e-mail as well, but that too received no reply. By the third day, he was worried, and he went to Tomoe's house in person, but no one was home. He left a note slipped under the door, but he never heard back.

It wasn't until a week later that he finally found an answer. He and Heath had gone to Tomoe's house together after practice, and Tomoe's younger brother had answered the door, looking pale and haunted. He had said only "he left; he's in America now" before closing the door again.

Kyousuke took that information and tried again. He sent e-mails and text messages, all saying variants of "I heard you're in America now. I miss you and hope you're well." When those received no reply either, he turned to the forums he knew Tomoe had frequented, but Tomoe's account on all of them had remained dormant since the day he disappeared.

If it weren't for the occasional mention on the international Stride forums of a black-haired Japanese boy winning races in the States, Kyousuke would have begun to wonder if it had all been a dream. If the days he and Tomoe had spent running together, and the nights they had spent sharing a bed were all mere figments of his imagination.

Six months after Tomoe left, he wondered if perhaps it would have been better that way. If the ghost touches he still half-remembered were better relegated to the realm of fantasy than of reality. He could still faintly remember the feelings of what had been, but maybe it would hurt less if he let them live on as nothing more than a dream. Something he had imagined and loved, but that never could be.

A year later, an envelope arrived in his mailbox. It was badly battered as if it had been on a long journey. Inside, on a torn scrap of paper, were the words "I'm sorry" and a phone number. The same words and the same number had been crossed out multiple times before, as if the writer had hesitated even to say them.

That night, Kyousuke picked up the phone and called.

"Hello, Kyousuke," the voice on the other end of the line said, and Kyousuke knew that it hadn't been a dream after all.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[krankran]

Matsukawa Issei (& or /) Iwaizumi Hajime (Aobajosai ot4 also gladly accepted ); Haikyuu!!

“Didn't you cause about a ba-zillion dollars worth of damage? And I sure as hell ain't covering for ya; I don't care how sexy you look floating down in your little pants!” – Undercover Brother (2002)

possible Spy au? Superhero au? Who knows

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[krankran]

Kenma Kozume & Bokuto Kotaro Haikyuu!!

“It's in a better place. Or rather, it's in the same place, but now it's got a big hole through it.”
“YOU MURDERER!! You killed my brother! I mean, computer!” –Strongbad Emails; Homestar Runner (2004)