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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: kuroko no basuke, haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Prompt:
"You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming."
- Miles Walser
Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 419
***
From the first instant Tatsuya recognizes that Daiki’s got a thing for him, he wonders when it’s going to end. When Daiki’s going to see behind the pretty face, behind the way Taiga talks him up, to what lies beneath, and shrink back. When this crush will fall away and things will be awkward when Daiki knows he knows, but they’re not that close.
He’s not expecting Daiki to ask him out; he’s long since decided that it’s not worth thinking about the people he can’t have; he knows it won’t last if they do. Maybe that’s why he says yes, because this all seems unrealistic and even if he doesn’t deserve something like this, he might as well enjoy it and ride it out while it lasts (at least he won’t wipe out that way). And so Tatsuya pushes that thought away from his mind, kisses Daiki over the kitchen table and holds his hand on the way back from the grocery store.
It is glorious, destined to flame out like a comet that gets too close to the sun, its tail of ice all melted as it is lost to the soullessness of space. They play basketball as long as they can, always up for a rematch, always refreshed by each other; Daiki almost always wins but Tatsuya gets to know his game better and better, still can’t predict the formlessness and shapelessness but goes with his gut, the things Daiki’s done before. They adjust, un-adjust, the facets of their game against each other, shoot and steal and dribble, try to pass off fancy moves and grin at each other because it’s so fucking fun.
The sex is good; the company is better; Tatsuya watches TV and Daiki dozes off with his head in Tatsuya’s lap; Tatsuya teaches Daiki how to cook (he’s an adult and truly sucks at it, but he’s getting better; he doesn’t burn rice and he can toss a salad and that’s a little way into the basics, okay).
Tatsuya’s maybe a little too fond, so it’s best Daiki loses interest when he does. That it starts to deflate and Daiki scrambles out of obligation, giving Tatsuya enough time to compose himself for the end. They don’t bury the relationship in their funeral finery, but in a blistering fight, things Tatsuya’s not even mad about but he brings up. To make it easier, to give Daiki a clean out, no second thoughts. Maybe someday the good in this will outshine the bitterness.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 790
***
day
Aomine has a reputation for being a bit of an idiot, so a part of him forgives himself for not noticing it sooner. A bigger part, though, the one that's grown up and a little more accepting of the consequences, is painfully aware that with everything Himuro has shown him thus far, the signs have been flashing for weeks, months now. Not in his peripheral, nothing he should've missed—they might as well have been flashing bright neon for how they should've strained his eyes, but didn't. Maybe there's still selfishness he can't shake, no matter how hard he's been trying, an inherent refusal to consider someone else.
-
dusk
It starts, predictably so, with the little things. Just when everything's going smoothly, or, as smooth as they could be with personalities like him and Himuro, the fissures start to show, cracks in their foundations they haven't been paying attention to.
Or maybe Himuro's been paying too much attention, and Aomine just hasn't been doing it enough.
The points of contention wouldn't be important, on any other day, or with any other pair but themselves. It's in the way Aomine would complain, and the way Himuro would press his lips into something sharper than a smile, venom-sweet when he says, "I think you had it coming."
Or the way Aomine would make an offhand remark he doesn't mean, not really, about how difficult Himuro's being, expecting a rebuttal, and the way Himuro would smile again, loss-bitter when he says, "I think I had that coming."
-
night
Completely out of options, Aomine brings it up with Kagami. It hadn't been why he'd called Kagami to a street court, completely out of nowhere—he'd just wanted to let out some steam—but it still slips from his mouth, not completely out of nowhere.
"He's being a dick," he says, passing the ball a little too harshly, forgetting that it's a one-on-one. Kagami instinctively goes for a dunk, but returns to his senses once the ball hits the ground, as if he'd needed to process it.
"You sure it isn't you?"
"It's not." Aomine scowls, amends, "not more than usual."
The defeat must be palpable in his voice, because Kagami seems to understand immediately. Aomine isn't sure if it means Kagami knows Himuro too well, or knows him too well.
"I'm not gonna tell you to stick around," says Kagami after a moment's deliberation, as he walks to pick up the ball. There's a bite in Aomine's voice when he responds.
"You're shit at giving advice."
"I mean," continues Kagami, passing him back the ball. "It's up to you decide if it's worth the effort. Don't have to tell you I think he is, but—" His face scrunches up, and he scratches his head irritably. "You're right, I'm shit at this. Do what you wanna."
Aomine's fingertips dig into the ball's surface, almost as if inviting the pattern to mark his skin.
"Yeah, I think will."
-
dawn
The next time Himuro tries it with him, Aomine thinks it time to call him on his bullshit.
"If you think I'm caving first, you need to get your head checked."
Himuro's eyes widen, just a fraction, just enough to give away his surprise. "I don't know what you mean."
"All this time I thought it was my fault, and maybe it is." The honesty burns his tongue, but he can't stop now. "If you want to end it, just spit it out."
"I..." Himuro stares at him, wearing no more smiles with varying flavors of intention. "I don't."
"Yeah, thought so." Aomine swallows; saying it had been part bravado. "Then what is it? You're scared I wanna stick around?" Kagami's words had been crude, but they seem to strike a chord. Himuro looks away, and Aomine keeps going. "You're scared I'm still here, 'cause you think I should've gone by now."
Himuro has no reply for him. It's just as well, because Aomine isn't done.
"That's not up to you to decide, asshole." Sick of their eyes not meeting, Aomine reaches out, hands on Himuro's shoulders to keep him from drifting. "Well? Say something."
Aomine feels the tremble under his palms before he sees it, and it's only when Himuro rests his forehead against his collarbones and he feels the warm dampness on his shirt that he realizes what's happening.
"Hey," he says, uncertain, out of his element even as his arms rearrange to wrap around Himuro instead. "Don't—you know I'm shit at this."
Himuro, miraculously, starts to laugh, soft and split down the middle, and Aomine's heart starts to pound right under Himuro's lips with the knowledge that he still has a chance to piece it back together. "You're doing perfectly fine, Daiki."