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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei
no tags.
[He] laughs, and the sound of it crinkles in my chest like a candy wrapper in a quiet room. I want more.
— Elissa Janine Hoole
Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, G
no tags nothing but pure, disgusting fluff lol
The first time Ryouta hears Kasamatsu laugh, he’s pretty sure his heart stops. It’s in the middle of practice—which is problematic, since that’s sort of when he really needs his heart—and he’s running practice drills with everyone else, glancing at Kasamatsu out of the corner of his eye, when one of the other upperclassmen says something and Kasamatsu tips his head back and laughs. Not one of the short, sarcastic barks that Ryouta usually earns, either. It sounds—natural, in a way that Ryouta realizes he had never really thought about before, like somebody said something really funny. He can't take his eyes off it.
He gets hit in the face with the ball, which he has to admit he deserves. It gets Kasamatsu looking in his direction, anyway, wading through the crowd of freshman gathering loosely around Ryouta.
“What the hell happened?” He demands, grabbing Ryouta’s face roughly and pulling him down to examine the red mark forming across his cheek and the slight trickle of blood from his nose.
“Senpaiiii! That hurts!” He’s not faking the tears of pain gathering at the corners of his eyes, but Kasamatsu grips him tighter anyway, turning his face from side to side. Ryouta can’t really bring himself to mind. “I got distracted, senpai, that’s all. I’m sorry for interrupting practice.”
Kasamatsu squints at him for a second longer, then snorts, releasing him. “Whatever. Just remember to keep your eyes on the ball if you wanna keep that modeling career of yours intact. And go wipe your nose.”
“Yes, senpai!” Ryouta says, too cheerful as he bounds off towards the manager to beg a tissue off her. His face aches, but he’s found something new, something that deserves to be chased, and he’s already thinking up ways he might be able to coax a laugh like that out of Kasamatsu himself.
.
It’s a blessing and a torment to find out that Kasamatsu laughs like that on a regular basis. Being a captain is stressful, Ryouta discovers, which means that when Kasamatsu is just a college student and a player, his laughter comes a lot more freely. Ryouta is never sure how to feel about it, when the sound of it still makes something flutter beneath his ribs, even if he mostly hears it on the other end of a phone line these days.
“You’re kidding, right? He seriously did that?” Ryouta doesn't have to open his eyes or move the hand he’s got draped dramatically over his face to see Kasamatsu’s grin—he can picture it perfectly. He lets his eyelids flutter open anyway, though, rolling over in Kasamatsu’s narrow dorm bed to fling himself across Kasamatsu’s chest, looking up at him plaintively.
“He did, senpai! I couldn't believe it either but he tried to eat the whole box in one go and then ended up puking them all over the court! The fan club worked hard on those cookies! And then we couldn't even practice until it was cleaned up!” Wriggling his way up Kasamatsu’s body, Ryouta presses his face into Kasamatsu’s neck, sighing. “Was I that bad as a freshman? Because if I was, I’m really, really sorry.”
Kasamatsu’s laugh vibrates through his chest, and Ryouta feels it as much as he hears it, the shaking of Kasamatsu’s shoulders and the way the muscles of his throat work. His hand clenches in Kasamatsu’s shirt and he can't stop himself from pressing a kiss to the nearest patch of skin, and, as always, one kiss turns into two or three. Kasamatsu’s hand comes up to stroke his back.
“Not quite that bad. You had your own issues, but I’d take flighty and too popular for your own good over projectile vomiting any day.”
Now Ryouta has to snicker. “Aww, senpai! I never knew you were such a romantic.” It earns him a smack on the shoulder, but Kasamatsu still muffles a snort in Ryouta’s hair. The feeling of it sets Ryouta off again, and then they’re both laughing, bodies curling together as the sound fills Kasamatsu’s small dorm room.
Re: Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, G
honestly this is so in character kise would TOTALLY get hit in the face with a basketball because he realized that Senpai Is Beautiful and kasamatsu's reaction to that is so... perfect... i... wow....
and kise asking "was i that bad as a freshman?" snkdfjskfjs and kasamatsu telling him no in the most unromantic and romantic way possible ;__; i literally have cavities and i'm so happy. thank you SO much for this!!! i enjoyed it a lot ;u;
Re: Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, G
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
word count: 443
Yukio wants to collect Ryouta's laughter the same way he once used to collect the wrappers of the candy his grandmother used to slip him whenever his parents weren't looking.
It's just as sweet, he thinks, turning his face away as Ryouta burst out laughing again. He doesn't need to look to know exactly what he'll see; Ryouta's head thrown back, his eyes shut, his shoulders shaking with his laughter because that's just the kind of person that Ryouta is—the kind who puts his entire being into something. Perhaps it's because of the way Ryouta copies people, adjusting the way his body moves to mimic his mannerisms, or perhaps there's another explanation entirely, but Yukio likes it all the same.
Then again, he likes a lot of things about Ryouta. He likes all the things that are shine through to the core of who he is, no matter what kind of game he's playing, no matter who he might be copying. The things that stay the same; the determination in his eyes, the smile on his face, the easy way he has around people, whether he's known them for years or is only just meeting them for the first time.
He looks back, and Ryouta is walking beside Kuroko, still speaking to him, but their eyes meet anyway. There's a small smile on Ryouta's lips, and Yukio knows that it's for him. They do that sometimes, sharing smiles and casual touches in the place of words that neither of them are brave enough to say just yet. It doesn't matter, when the meaning is just as clear in Ryouta's eyes, or the gentle touch of Yukio's fingers against the back of Ryouta's hand.
Kuroko must understand what's going on, because he makes his excuses and goes over to walk with Kagami instead. Ryouta falls in step with Yukio easily, like it was his plan all along. He's always good at making every movement seem so natural and Yukio is—
Well, he thinks. He supposes he's in love.
"You always get this smile on your face," Ryouta murmurs, quiet enough that they're the only two who are able to hear, "whenever you hear me laughing. I'm not sure if you're aware of it."
"I am," Yukio replies, equally soft. He looks up, smiling with a mix of embarrassment and fondness. "I like the sound of it. I like everything about it."
"I laugh a lot, when I'm with you," Ryouta tells him, brushing their fingers against each other. "I'm happy in general."
"I'm glad," Yukio replies, and twines their fingers together this time, letting them swing between them as they walk. "So am I."