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Bonus Round 4: Quotes
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
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: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
- The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). 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.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Prompt:
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 545
I wrote this as ushioi but you can read iwaoi into it as well if you want (love me some polyamory)
***
"What is it this time?"
Tooru groaned loudly, but didn't lift his head. He felt it would be much better to just stay where he was, his face buried in his arms. Maybe forever.
Iwaizumi apparently disagreed, because he started to poke Tooru viciously.
"Ah! Iwa-chan, no!" Tooru yelped, squirming out of reach. "I submit!"
Iwaizumi sat back and folded his arms, watching Tooru with an impatient expression. "Well?"
Tooru sighed, slouching in his seat. "Everything's terrible."
"With Ushijima?"
Tooru's nose wrinkled involuntarily, and he nodded.
"Is everything...okay?" Iwaizumi asked, his delicate eyebrows drawing into a frown. "You guys aren't breaking up, are you?"
A bitter laugh broke out of Tooru's throat, louder than he'd intended, and a few heads turned to stare. Tooru sank lower in his seat, while Iwaizumi just watched him, his growing impatience apparent in the raised eyebrow; the way he was tapping his fingers against his arm.
"Sorry," Tooru muttered, shaking his head. He pushed his finger through some spilled salt on the table between them. "It's just—you couldn't be more wrong. Really it's the opposite."
Iwaizumi's face scrunched up for a moment in thought. "You're getting married?"
Tooru laughed again, appreciating that Iwaizumi was trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe," he said in a very small voice. "I just—I didn't expect this."
"What? Dating Ushijima?"
"Any of it," Tooru said, shaking his head. "I thought—maybe it would fizzle out, like they always do."
"You are kind of a slut."
Tooru scoffed, but didn't bother arguing. Iwaizumi was perfectly aware just how bare his sexual history really was. "It's sort of horrible," Tooru admitted at last. "Letting someone get so close to you, don't you think?"
Iwaizumi's frown deepened. "Is it?
"God," Tooru groaned, covering his face with both hands. "What's wrong with me? I just—I can't stand the thought of it, how he has so much—augh."
"So much what?" Iwaizumi prompted gently. "So much power over you?"
Tooru nodded sadly. "Exactly. I hate it."
"You're so twisted," Iwaizumi said, fond tone belying the words. "You have to let someone see your vulnerable parts sometime, I can't be the only person you ever trust with that stuff."
"Why not," Tooru grumbled, scowling down at the table. He pushed his finger through the salt again. "It was just supposed to be fun."
"Falling in love is supposed to be fun."
Tooru shook his head. "Not true. Falling in love is for idiots, it's all suffering."
Iwaizumi really laughed at him this time, and Tooru felt himself bristle in response. "Tooru, stop being so stupid. If you don't like him, dump him, but Ushijima thinks the world of you. If you want him, he's literally yours for the taking."
"Why does Iwa-chan have to be so sensible," Tooru grumbled.
"Come on," Iwaizumi said, getting to his feet and reaching for Tooru's hand. "Let's get ice cream or something. I'll treat you, as long as you promise to stop being such a miserable piece of shit."
Tooru sighed but allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. "You're very mean to me, Iwa-chan," he said, looping his arm through Iwaizumi's. "Wakacchan is never this mean to me."
Iwaizumi grinned. "Must be love."
"Yes," Tooru said, finally smiling. "I guess it must be."
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 604
***
Ushijima has never been foolish enough to assume it would always be smooth sailing with Oikawa. Even if they take their tumultuous beginnings aside, the clash in their personalities cannot be so easily ignored. Ushijima is too oblivious, Oikawa too nebulous, and they are similar in the worst ways, both so stubborn that a compromise seems about as possible as grasping the moon. Conflicts are to be expected, and even necessary, sometimes, preferable to one of them always backing down to accommodate the other, but they no longer seem so necessary to Ushijima the night Oikawa slams the door behind him, the tension in the room subsiding only because he isn't there to sustain it.
It is not the first time one of their fights culminated in loud, decisive noises, in voices that might be less incisive were they raised instead of clipped and sharpened to points; it is not the first time that Oikawa has chosen to leave instead of resolving it right there and then, however Ushijima wishes each time would be the last.
The difference, this time, is that he does not return. Ushijima waits until midnight, and then well into morning, until it becomes evident that Oikawa wouldn't be wandering the streets at that hour anymore.
Oikawa doesn't come back, and Ushijima's heart is anchored to his stomach, because he does not know how long it will last (or if it will last, point blank.)
They cannot avoid each other forever, however; they attend the same university, and are members of the same club. What does return instead of Oikawa is the tension between them, palpable even if Oikawa is a master at pretenses. Oikawa tosses to him at practice and Ushijima scores, but it feels as hollow as the bounce of the volleyball against the linoleum floor.
Ushijima is not as skilled as reading the emotions of others as Oikawa is, but he can tell that their teammates want to ask about it, even if none of them quite manage to. He knows that much, and he shares the sentiment himself.
Oikawa does not wish to speak to him, so Ushijima will honor that wish. Even if it means that his insides twist each he sees Oikawa talking to other people with an ease that no longer applies to him; even if it means that his fists curl when Oikawa bypasses their usual cafeteria table to sit somewhere else.
Even if it means almost dialing Oikawa's number when he receives good news from home; even if it means he must force himself not to, no matter how difficult it is when he stares at Oikawa's contact photo on his phone.
Even if it means accepting that when Oikawa finally shows up outside his apartment again, it must be to collect his things.
"Ushiwaka-chan," says Oikawa, a greeting, or a goodbye, as good as any. Ushijima swallows and tries not to let it show, desperate to get all the important words out before he runs out of time.
"Oikawa, before you go, I must tell you—"
"'Go?'" echoes Oikawa. "Do you want me to go?"
"No," says Ushijima, quicker and with more forceful than his best recorded spike. "No, that's the last thing I want."
"Oh, well." Oikawa eyes finds his, and linger. "Same here." Tension lingers in the air like all those times before, but unlike all those other times, it feels like a chance to begin again. "Can I come in?"
Were the door made of flesh and bone, Ushijima's grip on it would leave a bruise.
"Yes," he breathes, his heart freed from its weights. "Yes, always."
Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
this destroyed me
ushi's pain was so palpable through this i wanted to get through my screen and hold him close ; -; im glad oikawa came back aaaa im so weak for breakup/makeup or well, any kind of makeup stories im soglad u wrote this thank u ; -;
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: poetry fill
Word Count: 26 lines
Hope you like this!
***
I never wanted
your fingers to rest
in some part of me
that I myself have never been
to
but you laid a hand
upon my heart
and gripped
it
like a piece
of your favourite fruit.
(Please don't squeeze it.
Please don't
crush me
as an afterthought.)
Of course, I quiver.
Of course, I
bite back, because
I'm afraid.
I'm fearful of
the things you'll do
to me
and of
the things
I'll do for
you.