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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!
FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei, T
1434wc. posting this now because it's not going to get any better, lol. also on ao3.
the very first occurrence of winter hits taiyou when he isn’t wearing a hat. when he’s inside, next to the panel heater under a pile of blankets. when he isn’t alone, either. hideaki never moves when he sleeps but he’s tossing and turning now, and the plastic packaging surrounding taiyou’s heart crinkles like it’s running on empty. engines down.
it means too much for taiyou to ignore. so naturally, he does: he pulls the comforter higher up and feels around blindly until he finds the soft curve of hideaki’s wrist, the perfect fit under his fingers. hideaki joins him, and pretends.
taiyou says, “i think we should break up,” after hideaki finishes his wine. when he stands up to put his glass in the sink, taiyou can hear the soft pad of cloth slippers on the linoleum. it should sound like home, but instead it excavates out whatever he had been hiding behind his throat, preparing to say next.
“you’re only saying that because you didn’t want me to say it first,” hideaki says. in the low light of the street lamps half-bathing the living room, he looks like the toujou hideaki that taiyou had been chasing after so long. taiyou hasn’t seen him in so long, it feels.
“i’m really not,” taiyou lies. his mouth tastes coppery, not so much blood as dread, as panic. “i really mean it.” he would never choke on a mouthful of blood, so this is worse. “i don’t want to do this anymore.”
hideaki reaches over, and flicks the kitchen light out. “we can talk about it in the morning,” he says, and the cycle restarts.
they don’t talk about it in the morning. hideaki doesn’t spend the night either, and taiyou folds his laundry in solitude, sorting out his training gear from everything else. when he comes across a stash of hideaki’s clothes towards the bottom of the hamper, his hand wavers, before he continues merging them right into his wardrobe.
later, taiyou calls him while lying in bed, somewhat hoping that he wouldn’t pick up. hideaki has a history of disappointing taiyou at the worst times, so he does pick up, voice recognizably groggy.
“what?” hideaki asks. “are you dying or something?”
“ha ha.” taiyou draws his mouth tight before yielding. “sleeping already?” hideaki always liked going to bed early. taiyou was the one who insisted on going over game stats until hideaki was fast asleep at the table next to him, his head cushioned by his arms.
“like a normal person,” hideaki replies. taiyou listens to the shallow dip of his breathing, longing crackly over the phone, and closes his eyes. “did you need something?”
taiyou had spent an extraordinary amount of time alone, that once hideaki came rushing back to shore with the tide, it initially took some getting used to: maneuvering around a whole other person in a closed living area, remembering to ask if another mug of coffee should be poured, waking up to more than complete silence.
two years ago, taiyou would have said, “nothing”, and hung up immediately. even one year ago, he probably would have said the same thing. now, he says, “just tell me when you’re not spending the night”, but he still ends the call right afterwards. still runs away.
hideaki brings over groceries the next time he visits. “a peace offering,” he says, and taiyou listens to the furiously soft way his laugh rises and falls, in volume and intonation. above all, in the way he uses it to punctuate his sentences.
“for what?” taiyou asks, as hideaki sets the bag down on the counter.
“are you really asking?” hideaki looks like he actually wants to know, so taiyou denies him the satisfaction of a reply. instead, he follows the shortest path stretching between them, and re-teaches his neck how to hold itself up, his arms how to hold hideaki.
“i really hate snow,” taiyou reminds him, when they run into some of hideaki’s old friends in the park. there’s snow covering every inch of hideaki’s gloves. taiyou knows this because when hideaki grabs his arm to hide behind a tree, some of it makes its way onto taiyou’s skin.
“this is why we’re breaking up,” taiyou says, absentmindedly, before realizing what just came out of his mouth. hideaki isn’t looking at him, his eyes tilted towards the sky.
“that’s why?” hideaki asks, as if he needs the confirmation. he puts his hand on taiyou’s shoulder to warn him to duck, and they do, the snowball sailing harmlessly overhead. taiyou overwhelmingly wants to kiss him then, so he gathers snow into his hands and inhales the spread of ice before his pulse hits the ground running.
“i take it back,” taiyou says, as they’re peeling off their layers. “i just hate winter.”
“is that my shirt?” hideaki asks, half out of his coat. there are puddles of snow melting on the floor, ten centimeters in any direction. “i was looking for it the other day.”
taiyou shrugs, which turns out to be the right thing to do, because hideaki finishes taking off his coat and draping it over one of the chairs around the kitchen table. “if you left it here then it’s technically mine.”
“that’s not how it works,” hideaki informs him, but taiyou drops a towel on the floor and kicks it. “how much of my stuff do you even have, anyway?”
“why?” taiyou asks.
hideaki doesn’t respond immediately, but rubs the back of his neck. he looks at everything in the vicinity before his eyes come to rest on taiyou’s face, his mouth, specifically.
“we’re breaking up, aren’t we?” hideaki asks, as taiyou takes a step closer. hideaki smiles like he did the first time they met, after the last time they kissed. stuff like this won’t ever stop being important, taiyou thinks. stuff like this will always matter.
and yet. taiyou says, “yeah,” and falls back, evacuates the space under his tongue. “we are.”
nine earth rotations after the first occurrence of winter, hideaki asks him, “are we really going to drink tea on a saturday night?”
“you don’t even like drinking,” taiyou accuses, but alcohol always tastes better when it’s clinging to the insides of hideaki’s mouth, so he acquiesces. three sips later, taiyou’s cheeks start prickling.
“why are you doing this?” hideaki asks, leaning in close. “why are we breaking up?”
“does it feel like we’re breaking up?” taiyou counters.
hideaki waits for him to add something more, but taiyou doesn’t. the scope of the hollow within him expands. “it always feels like we’re breaking up,” he admits, and taiyou laughs, his teeth knocking together unpleasantly and a headache starting behind his ears. “don’t you think?”
in the gap between not drunk enough and too drunk, hideaki says, “you’re lying to me.”
“if you’re saying that, you must be drunk.”
hideaki shoves a cup of water into taiyou’s hands. the cool glass chills taiyou’s palms, and he grips it harder, before forcing down mouthfuls of it.
“would it—” hideaki stops to pull his legs up onto the couch. “would it be so hard for you to be truthful with me?”
“it really, really would,” taiyou replies, without missing a beat, and falls asleep to the rhythmic beat of hideaki’s heart, his lifeline.
“i don’t want to do this anymore,” hideaki says, after taiyou gets out of the shower. the hangover is lingering this time, and taiyou throws back a couple painkillers as hideaki pulls on a sweater, a hand on his coat.
“i know,” taiyou says. “we’re breaking up.”
“no.” hideaki chews on his lip and looks at hideaki like a plea. begging him to understand. “i don’t want to do this anymore.”
taiyou understands. the problem is that he just isn’t sure if he wants to, because hideaki already has his shoes on and he’s next to the front door. two more steps and taiyou wouldn’t be able to see his face. here, more time is probably too much to ask for.
“i need to get going,” hideaki says, when taiyou doesn’t look up from the pill bottle in his hands. “i have a roommate interview in a couple hours.”
“cancel it, then,” taiyou says, even though hideaki is half out the door already. all this time he’d spent emptying himself out, before he could accept that it was no longer a necessity. “you barely live there anyway.”
“then—” hideaki never finishes the thought or the sentence. taiyou doesn’t lose sight, this time, before he decides how he wants to salvage the things he’s most desperate to keep.
Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei, T