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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!
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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

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no tags
749 words

Kuroo never could find a good way to describe it. No matter where he was living or what he was doing, the feeling was always the same -- the sense of safety and peacefulness that came when he was almost back to wherever Kenma was.

He hadn't thought about it much as a child; it had simply been the excitement of knowing that he was almost at his best friend's house, and not having any other best friends for comparison, he had never had reason to think of it as anything special. It was just the happy feeling that he always got at the end of the street that told him he'd get to play with Kenma soon.

Even as they grew older, the feeling didn't really change. Some of the childish excitement faded, but it was replaced by a strong sense of belonging. It didn't matter what had happened that day, or what he needed to do that night, Kenma was always there, and Kenma always welcomed him, even if it was just to sit on the couch and study while Kenma played a game in the background.

He had worried when he left for college. It was the longest the two of them had ever been apart, and he was afraid of what it would feel like when he returned. When he stepped out of the subway and turned down Kenma's street though, he was hit by the same sense of returning and belonging, more poignant now for its absence, and he realized he needn't have worried.

The apartment they rented together as soon as they both finished college was the first time the homelike feelings he associated with Kenma were located in his physical home. Every day when he came home from work, he would step off of the bus and know that he was almost home. And that knowing would start to wash away whatever stresses and worries he had carried home that day until he walked into the apartment and Kenma looked up from his computer screen to greet him, and Kenma's quiet smile would wipe away any last persistent doubts.

The longer he was away, the stronger the feeling became. When he was forced to travel for business, the feeling of almost-home would start as soon as he landed back at the airport, and grow stronger until he finally set foot back inside the door.

It wasn't so much a question of their physical home though as of the person waiting for him inside it. When he would return from a trip while Kenma was away at a conference of his own, the apartment would feel dead and empty, and he would sleep restlessly for the days. When the time finally came for Kenma to return, he swore he could feel the almost-home feeling coming down the street toward him, a warm glow that grew stronger and stronger until finally bursting into its full strength when Kenma, exhausted from traveling and spending days around people with no breaks, opened the door. Those days, they usually fell asleep wrapped around one another on the couch not long afterwards, and woke up stiff the next morning, but refreshed after sleeping soundly for the first time in days.

It wasn't the place that mattered to Kuroo, but the person who was waiting for him there. No matter where they were, be it in their apartment, or in a hotel room halfway around the world the chance time they had conferences in the same place at the same time, it was always the last stretch of the journey to wherever Kenma was that gave him the feeling of almost-home.

And on the first day after they both retired, he realized that the feeling of almost-home no longer had to be a constant in his life unless he wanted it. They didn't have to, but with no more obligations placed on them by their respective jobs, there was nothing stopping them from spending as much time together as they wanted.

They celebrated their first day of retirement by going to the grocery store together, for no reason other than that they could, and then Kuroo made pancakes while Kenma played a game, and they spent the entire day sitting next to each other on the couch, reveling in the feeling of home that, for possibly the first time in their lives, was able to take up far more of their day than the amount of time they spent apart.

Edited 2016-07-12 23:53 (UTC)

Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto, Free
implied sexual content, food

Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin (ywpd)

no tags

"Ooh that man is like a flame
And ooh that man plays me like a game
My only sin is I can't win
Ooh I wanna love that man
Ooh that man is on my list
And ooh that man I wanna kiss
My only sin is I can't win
Ooh I wanna love that man"

- That Man, Caro Emerald

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Haikyuu!!
no tags

Her: Come Over
Me: I can't I'm playing #PokemonGO
Her: There's a Charizard in my backyard
Me:

no tags
word count: 446

Iwaizumi is certain that he's dying.

There's no other explanation for it. The way his throat closes up, the way his heart pounds in his chest like it's trying to hammer its way out of him, the way he feels like he's burning up from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair.

The worst part is, it's come out of nowhere. He can't think of a single reason to suddenly feel this way.

(He's lying. He can think of several; ten in Oikawa's fingers, as they brush against his arm in a gesture that has been familiar and unremarkable for so long but suddenly makes his heart take up residence in his throat; two in Oikawa's eyes and the way they crinkle as he smiles; one in that very smile itself, or maybe one for every time Oikawa's smiled, and Iwaizumi has never realised just how often Oikawa smiles at him until his breath started stuttering every time.)

He can't do this. He doesn't know how he's going to survive. He should just give up now and admit that his best friend is going to be the death of him. It's okay. He's learning to make his peace with it.

He can't think of a better way to go than to burn up under Oikawa's gaze, to disintegrate little by little at every casual touch. It's been happening more frequently these days and Iwaizumi is absolutely sure that one of these days, he's just going to forget how to breathe entirely. He's going to burst, because there's no way to hold all of these feelings inside himself.

Oikawa has always been bad with personal space but he's been forgetting it more often these days, taking a step closer to Iwaizumi and then another and another, until Iwaizumi's back is against the wall and Oikawa's expression is inscrutable, watching him for a moment before backing off. Iwaizumi is left with his heart racing, his palms sweating. He's never thought of himself as overly dramatic when he has Oikawa right there as a comparison but he's going to die.

(Except death doesn't happen like this: it doesn't happen with the press of Oikawa's palm against his as they walk home under a star filled sky, the shy sideway glances as their fingers curl against each other, the mumbled invitation to do homework in Iwaizumi's room. They kneel around the low table in Iwaizumi's room with the door shut, their breath trembling as much as their hands as they press their lips to each other for the first time, and this isn't death at all. It's so much more than that. It's just the beginning.)

i'm dying and you need to TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS

nakiri erina & nakiri azami (& nakiri senzaemon), shokugeki no soma
POSSIBLE ABUSE MENTIONS. no tags otherwise.

How do you say I'm sorry your father didn't love you enough to your own dad? I couldn't, so instead I just said goodnight and headed upstairs to bed.

— Jacob Portman, from Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Random Riggs

Edited 2016-07-12 15:56 (UTC)

oh, i love this a lot -- especially the detail of their hands, the touch of their fingers: the smallest thing and yet it must mean everything.

I'm so glad you like it ;u; it was hella fun to fill!

SCREECHES IN YOUR FACE YOOOOOOOOOO WHY YOU DO THAT

INCREDIBLE.

Omg I love this and especially the set of Hinata's shoulders.!! Thank you so much for this adorable sketch, ahhhh

(Is that a Love Live alpaca!!)

Fukutomi Juichi / Shinkai Hayato, Yowapeda
no tags

"Midnight,
You come and pick me up, no headlights
A long drive,
Could end in burning flames or paradise
Fade into view, oh, it's been a while since I have even heard from you

[...]

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style"

-- Taylor Swift

tags: unrequited love, au

752 words

“Tanba, we’re having a get-together this weekend, very casual, the team from our year,” Ryousuke says on the other end of the phone.

Tanba fiddles with the pen in his hand. He’d been expecting a call from his landlord, and had been ready with paper pad and pen. Vaguely, he worries about what would happen if the landlord calls while he’s already on the phone. A voicemail? Tanba hates checking his voicemail, but not as much as he hates talking to near-strangers on the phone.

“From our year?” he asks.

“Yeah, just us.” There’s a noticeable pause. “You’re too much of a hermit,” Ryousuke says, “when was the last time you spent time with friends?”

“I saw you just two weeks ago. And Jun and Tetsu… a few months ago.”

“See?” Ryousuke says, and there is something unfortunately delighted in his voice. “Who’s going to keep you from moping your life away? I’ll see you Saturday, seven in the evening, the usual place.”

Tanba’s landlord calls barely five minutes after they hang up.

--

The usual place is a small family-owned restaurant near the Seidou baseball field that they all used to frequent when they were on the team. Even now, Tanba goes once in a while with old teammates, and he suspects the others do so too, since the waitstaff always remember who they are, many years later. The same old CRT televisions are still perched up in the ceiling corners.

They’ve got a large table to themselves, and Tanba sits between Ryousuke and Jun, across from Masuko. Everyone orders what they usually order, and the familiar atmosphere is comfortable, enough so that Tanba doesn’t startle when Tetsu taps on his shoulder, leaning back and around from Jun’s other side..

“What have you been up to?” he asks. “We haven’t talked in a while.”

“Oh, not much,” Tanba says. He describes the latest developments at his desk job, which are not very interesting, the troubles with his apartment, which are frustrating, and the cute things his cat has done recently, which are far more charming. He’s reaching for his phone to show some pictures, and as he does so he turns so that he’s looking directly at the small fuzzy screen of the television set opposite him.

“What’s wrong?” Masuko asks. He looks up, following Tanba’s gaze, then has to twist in his seat to see the screen properly.

“Nothing,” Tanba says.

“Who’s that?” Ryousuke asks.

“I don’t know,” Tanba says. “Do you?” he asks back, curious.

“I’ll go ask them to raise the volume,” Jun says, getting up from his seat.

The place isn’t crowded, so once the volume’s raised, their group all fall silent to watch. The sports channel is playing a documentary on a baseball player from nearly sixty years ago, named Takigawa Chris Yuu.

The photos they show are black and white, and made even grainier by the quality of the screen, but even so Tanba can tell he has a nice smile and kind eyes. And he’d been a catcher-- the kind of player Tanba would have been closest to.

Why there’s a documentary about such a small-time player comes clear soon enough; he’s passed away recently of old age, peacefully enough, and in his death he’s come back to media attention, one of the earlier Japanese-American players in an American league and all the troubles that came with that.

The rest of the table stops paying attention soon enough, splitting back up into their conversations, but Tanba keeps watching. There’s a photo of Chris on the home plate, a look of determination in the lines of his body, in the cast of his hat’s shadow. Tanba’s heart speeds up, almost like he’s at the game himself, in the dusty heat obvious from the photo, hoping for a home run. There’s a cresting of emotion within him, without the the resolution of a swing, and Tanba feels a prickle of tears at the confusion. When he looks down, he sees his hands are clenched into fists, and with effort he spreads his fingers back out, presses them against this knees.

The documentary ends, and volume’s brought back down, the channel switched. Tanba shakes his head.

“Excuse me,” he says to the table, “just need some fresh air.”

Ryousuke gives him a glance out of the corner of his eyes, and moves his seat so Tanba can get past.

Once outside, Tanba takes a deep breath of cool autumn air and calms himself down.

What luck, he thinks.

Manami Sangaku /& Miyahara, Yowapeda
no tags

"I was a flight risk with a fear of falling"

-- Taylor Swift

thank

Koga Kimitaka /& Teshima Junta (/& Aoyagi Hajime), Yowapeda
no tags

"Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down"

-- Taylor Swift

look i have to know is it daichi checking out everyone's butts or is it everyone checking out daichi's butts

Kageyama Tobio/&Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

gore, implied cannibalism but like, in a metaphorical way...

No you haven't finished off your plate
but still you eat
you eat my heart!
the more you eat, the more you pay
my heart is filled with hate, towards you

oh how, oh how
how to tell you
that I like you in silence
but you can't say anything

oh how, oh how
how to describe
your funny face
in a single sigh

[...]

I am your favourite meal
the blood on your scalpel
and no, you don't understand

-loosely translated from Ton plat favori, Malajube

you always make the best soutaku prompts srslyyyyy

ennoshita chikara/tanaka ryuunousuke/ nishinoya yuu

tags for swearing and mentions of abyss

"A: Well, I'm sorry I'm too busy trying to nagivate our butts through these winding roads up this tall ass mountain surrounded by nothing but endless trees and an infinite abyss of darkness!

B:...

B: You should be a writer

*murmur of agreement from others*"

(A was me B was one of the many other writers in my car)

Edited 2016-07-12 17:15 (UTC)

Because I love to make myself suffer.

i wish it was team switching period so i can switch out of our team fill this in and then go back to our team

it's like you looked into my dreams and answered my prayers

<33333

Oikawa Tooru/Nishinoya Yuu

Tags for mention of taxidermy, hunting?

"Taxidermy is on my walls
With the full description of the killin' cause
I'm a hunter
Cupid, thank you for what you did
But you can't aim and get what I get
I'm a hunter"

-Hunter by Pharrell Williams

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

Fill: Team Grandstand

PROMPT: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

PROMPT: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, G

PROMPT: TEAM ALDINI TAKUMI/YUKIHIRA SOUMA

Re: FILL: TEAM Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, T

no subject

Re: Prompt: Team Chihayafuru

Re: FILL: Team Aldini Takumi/Yukihira Souma,G

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

FILL: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA, G

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

Re: Prompt: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ALDINI TAKUMI/YUKIHIRA SOUMA

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

Re: Prompt: Team Chihayafuru

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU

Re: PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, G

PROMPT: TEAM AZUMANE ASAHI/NISHINOYA YUU