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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 Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
so i.... don't know if this is what you were looking for?? but you didn't not say ryoumiyu, so....
title from james bay's hold back the river, (x).
lonely water, won't you let us wander
1.2k, AO3
It’s not the first time Miyuki ends up staying the night and it certainly won’t be his last. Ryousuke is nothing if not observant, knows full well how to recognise the beginnings of a habit, the familiarity of routine. Sorry ‘bout this, Ryou-san, Miyuki will say, though Ryousuke always wonders if he’s ever truly sorry for it at all. Trains have stopped for the night, and your place was closest, far as I know.
Some nights Miyuki appears just before midnight, other nights well after. Tonight it’s raining, so Ryousuke spares Miyuki the time it takes to announce himself by stepping aside as he opens the door. Miyuki follows his lead without pause, though he makes sure to slap a sheepish sort of grin in his face, partly rueful, partly relieved.
Sorry ‘bout this, Ryou-san.
He doesn’t move any closer than that, though, storm-soaked and still in Ryousuke’s entryway until Ryousuke’s almost convinced he’s too weighed down by it all to move. Reaching into his pocket before inching towards Miyuki’s face, Ryousuke slows when Miyuki follows the movement of his hand, the arc of his fingers. Miyuki doesn’t freeze, exactly — he’s not moving nearly enough for that — but like Ryousuke, there’s something halting to him, too, hesitation or deliberation in his eyes stretching the moment into more than a moment, holding, holding, holding.
Ryousuke doesn’t think about what that might be, either.
“Here,” he says instead, hands missing Miyuki’s face entirely to drop a handkerchief over the top of his head, rain bleeding through the fabric until it’s almost see through. Miyuki doesn’t make a move to fix it, or hand it back, so Ryousuke continues: “Unless you plan on showering in my entryway.”
“Only if I have to,” Miyuki promises. “But even if I don’t, I don’t think this qualifies as a towel, Ryou-san.”
“Needy,” Ryousuke says, walking further into the apartment. Miyuki follows close behind, only disappears where the hallway branches off, heading for the bathroom where Ryousuke stops to grab towels and spare clothes, the oldest and largest ones he has. The cloth folds in easy under his hands, soft and smooth as he leaves it in front of the door to the bathroom. It’s not locked because Ryousuke doesn’t keep a lock anywhere except his front door, but he doesn’t bother knocking, just continues on into the kitchen to make tea. He hears the shower start running as he waits for the water to boil.
He’s barely poured himself a cup when Miyuki re-emerges, towel round his neck and glasses nowhere to be found.
“Tell me you plan on finishing that yourself,” Miyuki says, nodding at the tea. Ryousuke raises the cup to him mouth and hums, steam rolling up with his breath, fanning out across the kitchen.
“I wasn’t about to offer any, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I don’t like tea,” Miyuki explains, simultaneously answering Ryousuke’s question and ignoring it.
Unfazed, Ryousuke says, “I know.”
Miyuki huffs, and Ryousuke knows Miyuki never takes his showers warm enough but he thinks he sees steam anyway, fogging over Miyuki’s face, hazy in the yellowing kitchen light. He thinks Miyuki might’ve laughed. He thinks Miyuki’s laughed much more than that before.
“Ryou-san,” Miyuki begins. He doesn’t finish the sentence, so Ryousuke starts one of his own.
“Miyuki. It’s late; you can take the bed if you like.” Ryousuke pauses, sips at his tea. “I can at least change the sheets off those.”
And now Miyuki laughs properly, the sound of it grating but Ryousuke’s used to unnecessary noise, continues to finish his tea until Miyuki offers a tiny wave, fingers curling toward Ryousuke as he makes his way to the bedroom. “I can see where I’m wanted,” Miyuki says, and his back’s turned to Ryousuke but Ryousuke can imagine him smiling all the same.
“I’m not asking about that, either,” Ryousuke calls after him, doesn’t bother reining in his smile, too, faint and fleeting as it is.
When Ryousuke finally follows Miyuki into the bedroom Miyuki’s already covered under the sheets. His eyes are open but Ryousuke expected that; Miyuki is possibly the only person consistently functioning on even less sleep than Ryousuke. It’s why Ryousuke doesn’t bother with any patience for him — he doesn’t need to. They both exist within more or less the same realm of waking and sleeping.
“What time is your train back tomorrow?” Ryousuke asks instead, lifting up the blankets to slip in next to Miyuki. Miyuki’s glasses are perched at the edge of nightstand, on top of the book Ryousuke’s currently reading, but Ryousuke doesn’t make a move for either.
“A little after seven, maybe,” Miyuki answers. He’s facing the ceiling but Ryousuke doesn’t think he sees it, doesn’t know if he can.
Lying on his side, Ryousuke observes Miyuki instead, tilts Miyuki by the chin with a finger so his head faces Ryousuke back. Miyuki blinks, Ryousuke registering the sound of it more than the sight, the shift and flutter of Miyuki’s lashes on the pillow, then leaning in. And because Ryousuke doesn’t stop him, Miyuki continues, sliding closer until their noses almost touch and Ryousuke would be risking going cross-eyed to keep watching Miyuki.
So he doesn’t, lets his eyes close instead, not expecting anything in particular but expecting something. Miyuki’s fingers fit themselves along the slope of Ryousuke’s temple, the touch so light Ryousuke only feels it because his hair presses down against his forehead. When he concentrates he can feel Miyuki’s palm, too, curving alongside his cheek, parallel lines never quite reaching, even when Ryousuke opens his eyes.
Miyuki’s eyes are closed when Ryousuke closes the distance himself.
He opens them again after Ryousuke’s lips find his eyelids, instead, expectation so obvious, so clearly unmet in the way it doesn’t show on his face at all. Ryousuke raises a brow at him even on the off chance Miyuki might see. And maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t but his fingers find it instead, trailing over the dips and ridges of Ryousuke’s face, deliberate and careless. If he’s looking for something Ryousuke wonders whether he finds it.
“Good night, Ryou-san,” Miyuki settles on eventually. His hand doesn’t leave, only lets itself drift to cup Ryousuke’s face properly, though the contact remains loose, languid and careful. Ryousuke exhales, Miyuki’s hand moving with his breath, but Miyuki’s eyes don’t leave Ryousuke’s.
“You can sleep in if you like,” Ryousuke says. “Weather predicts the next downpour’s sooner rather than later.”
There’s no response, only the feel of Miyuki’s hand on his cheek and the deeper darkness of Ryousuke’s bedroom when Miyuki closes his eyes. In the morning he wakes up on the side of the bed Miyuki slept on, still warm. Miyuki’s glasses are missing from the nightstand, the smell of Ryousuke’s favourite kind of tea seeping under the door from the kitchen.
The bedside clock informs Ryousuke it’s just after eight-thirty, and Ryousuke doesn’t remember turning off his usual alarm but he doesn’t bother checking, simply slides out from under the covers to walk towards the kitchen. There’s a cup of tea waiting for him at the counter, the view of Miyuki’s shoulders bending over the TV, fiddling while he looks for the weather report before his shoulders straighten, back stretching out as Miyuki turns, Ryousuke moving forward to meet him the rest of the way.
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T
Re: FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T