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Bonus Round 2: Quotes

Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.

This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]

This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.

Rules

The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.

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Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.

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And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".

A Few Examples:

“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’

“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice

“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls

“It's a quarter past midnight

As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille

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400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

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OHHHHHHH TYING THIS INTO A PRE-POLY SCENARIO IS WONDERFUL!! I APPROVE!!

I love the thought of Akaashi being caught between the two of them (literally and figuratively), and the nighttime pining! AND THE LAST LINE!!

Thank you Panda I love it ;w;

Ship/Character: Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Koichirou
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: im also sorry tanba
Word Count: none
Remix Permission: yep!

IM BACK

***

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori/Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Name swap?, Weddings, fluff,
Word Count:541
Remix Permission: Please ask first

*tries to feed you KonoSemi on a tacky silver plater*

***

Eita props his chin in his hand and watches tenderly as Akinori laughs along with something Satori has just said, glad to see his best man and husband getting along so well. He grins as the thought crosses his mind.

Husband

Vowing to support him, push him, inspire him, and, above all, love him, for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, as long as they both shall live. Every single one of those cliché wedding lines; they’d said them all to each other, teary eyed, somehow managing their way through their own written vows.

He can still hear Akinori’s ‘I do’ and feel his lips against his, sealing their promise of forever.

Someone drops into the chair next to him, and Eita only briefly glances over to see who it is before returning his gaze to his husband,

“This is so beautiful, Konoha-san, look at my baby, all grown up,” Eita rolls his eyes playfully at Komi’s teasing tone, unable to help the way his mouth quirks in amusement,

“I’m sorry for stealing him from you, Komi-san, I’ll be sure to take good care of him,” He says, watching fondly as Wakatoshi seats himself on Akinori’s other side, Satori leaning over Eita’s husband to say something to him, this gives Akinori a brief moment to look over and let their gazes meet, and Eita feels like he’s seventeen all over again, staring at the beautiful blond from the other side of the gymnasium. Komi’s voice brings him back to the present,

“You had better, I hope you haven’t forgotten that warning punch. I’ll be glad to remind you if you have,” Eita can’t help the slight wince at Akinori’s best man’s words, remembering with clear detail how Komi had punched him in the arm while Akinori wasn’t looking the first time he’d been introduced as his husband’s love interest. Their conversation is cut short when Washio picks up the microphone,

“Ladies, gentlemen and gentlefolk, if you could please turn towards the dance floor where I’d like to invite Konoha Eita and Semi Akinori to open the floor with a dance,”

Eita grins at his husband and gets up, meeting Akinori half way, kissing him briefly just as the upbeat song starts and Bruno Mars’ voice chimes in.

They’d chosen this song because his proposal hadn’t been conventional in any way or form. This wedding had been a long time coming.

They’d been on their third date, walking through the mall and window shopping when this very same song had come through the speakers. Akinori had laughed and told Eita that every time this song came up in a public space he half expected someone to get down on one knee and propose to their unsuspecting girlfriend.

To this day, Eita still isn’t sure quite what came over him, but doesn’t regret it one bit. He’d dragged Akinori to the nearest jewelers, picked out a pair simple white-gold bands turned to him and said “I think I wanna marry you” just as the song outside the shop had ended.

And here they are, eight years later, adoring smiles splitting their faces as Bruno Mars sings ‘Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you,’

AWWWWWW THEY ARE SO CUTE I LOVE!! Thank you for indulging my love of poly negotiation <3

I love that convo with Komi, he probably knows what's going on already, the two of them are not subtle. xD And I love how Bokuto is just excited at the possibility of having another cool boyfriend.

This is a good ship, a very good ship, THANK YOU!!

it was me!! i treasure that fill dearly to this day. <3

Edited 2018-07-14 03:58 (UTC)

Ship/Character: miyuki/shunshin
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: breakups,bittersweet endings,implied sexual content, narrative heavy bc shun thinks too much
Word Count: 1221
Remix Permission: case by case

this goes with another fill from the last round and a fic i already have up on ao3. i really need to make a series.

***

Shunshin waited for him at the airport like he always did, patiently populating a corner of a bench in the baggage claim until the luggage from the latest flight from Tokyo started to spill onto the conveyor.

Kazuya’s suitcase arrived before he did, so Shunshin waited near the carousel until the bag’s owner came to seek him out. It had become the norm for them, and when Kazuya came from the terminal, their eyes locked across the cavernous room and they sedately sought each other out.

And so it had been for the past five years, with every one of Kazuya’s winter ball stints spent in Taiwan and staying with Shunshin’s family. They even had a room set aside just for Kazuya when he visited. He never used it, of course; it was an old joke with the family that Shunshin enjoyed perpetuating.

After all, Kazuya slept with him every night.

When they met in the middle, they exchanged a brief hand squeeze in greeting. It was never much by the way in showy reunions. Not that a pair of young men reuniting at an airport in an obviously romantic way was terribly strange; Taiwan tended to be a lot more liberal than its Eastern Asian neighbors. It just wasn’t their style.

As they left the airport for the waiting line of taxis, Shunshin filled Kazuya in on the latest family news since the last time they had talked on the phone. Shunshin’s mother was retiring, his cat had taken to sleeping on the pillow Shunshin had put out for Kazuya, and the family had decided to have a pool put in.

Shunshin knew how ridiculous it all sounded, but Kazuya always listened and laughed when the situation warranted. He also listened to Shunshin say it all in slow and carefully enunciated Chinese. It wasn’t a language that was easy to pick up, but after a few years, Kazuya had grown a little more comfortable with it. He could at least go around town without getting himself arrested, punched, or starved to death.

At the house, they worked in tandem to unpack Kazuya’s things so Kazuya could collapse on the bed face-first and snooze away the four hour flight. Shunshin gently tugged off Kazuya’s traveling clothes and then his own suit before joining him. The warm early autumn afternoon was perfect for them to curl up into each other without being hot or cold.

He awoke to Kazuya nuzzling his neck and his hand curling around Shunshin’s thigh. Groaning, he hefted Kazuya onto his chest and let his hands do some wandering of their own. God, he had missed this. Missed them.

The days went by in similar fashion. They shared their days when they got home from their respective jobs, and they shared their nights when no one else was around to distract them. After five years of this, Shunshin knew exactly where Kazuya liked to be touched, and vice versa.

Yet the longer Kazuya stayed, the more loneliness haunted Shunshin. The less Kazuya showed the effects of their long periods of time apart, the worse it got. ‘When I get back to Japan’s were always on Kazuya’s tongue. He would catch Shunshin just watching him and asked, “What, do I have food on my face?” yet never understood that Shunshin loved him enough to want him the entire year and not just for a season.

The day Kazuya asked him to blow off work to have sex but ended up going to practice anyway was the day Shunshin moved into the spare room.

Three long months dragged by, and Kazuya never knew what to say to him anymore. Shunshin didn’t have the heart to tell him that if he didn’t understand, then that was the problem. Instead, he ground out the weeks until the bandage could be cleanly torn away and allowed the wound that had festered there for years to breathe and to heal.

The night before Kazuya was set to depart, he gently knocked on Shunshin’s door and sat on the bed next to him, staring off at nothing in particular. “I don’t know how to fix this, but I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Shunshin squeezed Kazuya’s hand and swallowed hard. This was it. If Kazuya did ever come back to Taiwan for winter ball, it wouldn’t be while staying there. Shunshin’s entire chest ached at the thought, but the idea of going on the way they were made him want to retch.

Kazuya turned to him and brushed a thumb over Shunshin’s cheek. “Someday, I hope I can give you what you need, but if you have to find that with someone else, then I hope you do.”

Shunshin feathered a bittersweet kiss to Kazuya’s lips and blinked back tears. “I want that for you, too, Kazuya.”

When he was at the door ready to leave for his own room for the night, Kazuya paused and asked, “Is there any way I can stay here tonight?”

He didn’t have to say why; Shunshin understood all too well. Nodding, he took Kazuya’s outstretched hand and pulled him close. Kisses melted into caresses, and then into a heated hunt for bliss.

Awaking in a tangle of heavy and sated limbs, Shunshin watched Kazuya sleep for the last time. He absorbed the way the creases in the corners of Kazuya’s eyes from too much time in the sun melted away in slumber, the way Kazuya’s jaw had squared as he had hit his twenties, the smell of Kazuya’s unrepentantly fruity shampoo, which he used because the smell made him happy.

Shunshin bit his lip and cried in the dark, and he hoped to hell Kazuya couldn’t hear it. The furtive looks Kazuya gave him the next morning as they got dressed told him he probably had.

The ride to the airport was long and quiet, and so was the standoff while Kazuya looked back and forth between Shunshin and the security checkpoint where he couldn’t follow. Finally, he dropped his duffel bag at his side and crushed Shunshin with a tight hug. “I’ll miss you, Shun.”

“I already miss you.” Shunshin snared Kazuya’s mouth for a breath-stealing kiss that earned them more than a few glares from offended old ladies, but he didn’t care. He was sending off the first person he had ever loved for the last time. They could very well never see one another again. Against that, nobody mattered in that moment but Kazuya.

They let each other go, and Shunshin watched woodenly while Kazuya picked up his bag and headed for the security checkpoint. He stood there long after Kazuya headed off for his terminal until a concerned airport security officer asked him if he was all right.

He said he was and headed for the street to hail a taxi, and when he returned home, he put on his sweats and jogged through the neighborhood for nearly four hours before he was too dehydrated to continue, and that night he slept in the bed where they had last made love, which still smelled of sex and the pillows of Kazuya’s shampoo.

Days got easier and the ache eased. He followed Kazuya’s career, including a blockbuster trade to the Carps, and after a few years or so, seeing Kazuya’s name in the media made him smile.

Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: a little pining, more of an interest, DMV AU, College AU if you squint, slightly inappropriate unfunny joke, long DMV line
Word Count: 713
Remix Permission: Yes

being an adult is hard and often includes long trips to the DMV. and DMVs suck a little less when you run into your cute classmate.

***

9:06 a.m.
“Number eighteen, please go to counter six,” the loudspeaker crackles to life. “Number eighteen to counter six.”

Yuuri fishes the flimsy paper ticket out of his wallet. 238, it reads. He slumps down in the plastic chair with a sigh, shoes squeaking against the concrete floor.

“What’s your number?”

“My – number?” Yuuri asks, as he turns to find Victor Nikiforov sitting next to him.

Victor Nikiforov, the most beautiful man in his Writing 102 class. And still, somehow, beautiful under the bright fluorescent lights of the Grand Blvd. DMV, his silver hair glowing and perfectly smooth. Under the gaze of Victor’s clear blue eyes, Yuuri feels a little like a bug trapped in a spiderweb. He shifts in his chair.

“Your ticket number – mine’s 238,” Victor clarifies.

“Oh, right,” Yuuri says. “I’m 236.”

The loudspeaker above them crackles to life. “Number nineteen to counter three, please. Nineteen to counter three.”

“Ah,” Victor says with another glance down at his own ticket. “I suppose we’ll be getting to know each other better.”

10:32 a.m.
“So why are you here?” Victor asks. It’s been almost an hour, and Victor seems to have thoroughly exhausted the games on his phone. For the past fifteen minutes, he’s been shifting in his plastic seat. Yuuri’s counted at least three separate times he’s gotten up to peruse the stacks of pamphlets by the door, including the

“Address change on my license,” Yuuri says. “My roommate and I just moved into a new place. What about you?”

“I was – ” Victor says. “Well, I was hoping to get a set of replacement license plates.”

“What did you do to the originals?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t do anything,” Victor says. “It’s just, well – ”

He pulls the plates from a canvas bag by his feet and puts one on Yuuri’s lap.

L0V D1K it reads. Yuuri squints, tilting his head before – oh. Oh. He slides the plate back onto Victor’s lap.

“And that wasn’t intentional?”

“Now you see why I had to make an appointment,” Victor says. “I couldn’t really drive around for the next few months announcing that I love, well – ” he slips the plates back into the bag. “You know what I mean. Even if I do.” Victor winks, and Yuuri feels his cheeks grow hot.

He’s not really sure what to say. “Being an adult is hard,” he eventually says.

“The DMV’s usually pretty terrible,” Victor agrees. “But it’s not too bad today.” Victor’s still looking at him, and Yuuri’s not entirely sure what to say to that.

“Number eighty-nine, please,” the loudspeaker announces. “Eighty-nine to counter three.”

1:41 p.m.
Three hours later, the loudspeaker announces number 230. It’s the first time Yuuri has wanted anything to slow down in a DMV.

In the last few hours, he’s learned that Victor’s here through an exchange program for sports journalism, and Victor seems to brighten when Yuuri tells him he’s a figure skater beginning to compete internationally.

Yuuri tells him about home and his family and his poodle puppy – “I have a poodle too,” Victor cuts in excitedly. “Here, these are pictures of her!”

Yuuri also learns that Victor gets bored easily, which he suspected with Victor’s tendency to switch between about ten different browser tabs during class, but still, it’s nice to know. It’s more than he knew yesterday, at any rate.

“Number two-thirty-six, please,” the loudspeaker says, and for once, it’s too soon. The fluorescent lights overhead are too bright in his eyes, and for a moment, he wonders if he imagined his number being called. “Two-thirty-six to counter six.”

“Maybe we’ll run into each other sometime,” Victor says with an easy smile, as if he also wishes they could stay like this a little longer. Yuuri can only try to stammer out an answer as he stands and checks his pockets for his phone and wallet.

“I hope so,” he manages, finally, and it’s met with an event bigger smile from Victor. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”

“I’ll save you a seat,” Victor promises. Yuuri isn’t entirely sure, but he swears he sees Victor wink at him as he walks away.

Ship/Character: Tsukishima & Yamaguchi & Hinata & Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: post-canon, university, Yamaguchi and Hinata share an apartment so Hinata can stop having that horrendous bicycle commute
Word Count: 611

Whenever I write Kuroo/Tsukki moving in together, in the background is Yamaguchi and Hinata being the cutest BFF roommates back in Miyagi in the entire world.

***

Tsukishima ran out of both energy and patience well before noon, which was sadly hours before they were done moving Yamaguchi's stuff to the new apartment. To be fair, his patience had barely lasted from the time Tanaka Saeko arrived outside their house in her borrowed van from work, honking for Tsukishima to come out like a complete delinquent, only for Tsukishima to discover his older brother in the passenger seat, waving at him sheepishly.

"Hope you're ready to put those skinny arms to work, kiddo!" Saeko had leaned out the window to holler at Tsukishima. She jerked a thumb back towards Akiteru. "Let's just say this one won't be liftin' with his legs so much after last night."

"Saeko!" Akiteru exclaimed. "Don't tell him that! She's kidding! Awww, come back, Keiiiii!"

That's how Tsukishima ended up spending an hour in Tokyo traffic sandwiched in the backseat between Yamaguchi and a bunch of boxes while they picked up Yamaguchi's key from the rental office and then finally arrived at the apartment he'd be sharing with Hinata for the foreseeable future. As they were getting out the car, a yell of "HEYYYY!" came from above them, and all of them craned their necks to see Hinata waving wildly from the railing of their tiny, new balcony.

"WOW, ITS SO NICE AND PEACEFUL HERE!" Hinata hollered, making Yamaguchi cringe.

Tsukishima ignored him and looked Yamaguchi square in the eye. "There's no reason for you to do this. Your parents' house is a completely reasonable commute from your university. This moron can't be worth it."

"DUMBASS!" Kageyama's yelling cut into their conversation. "STOP YELLING OR YOUR NEIGHBORS WILL HATE YOU!"

"Aw, I'm helping Shouyo out," Yamaguchi brushed off Tsukishima's concerns. He hefted a box from the car and dropped it into Tsukishima's arms. "Oof! And anyway, I think it'll be fun to live on our own, all adult-like. And since you're abandoning me to move to Tokyo, you can shut right up anyway."

"You tell him, Tadashi!" Akiteru said, on his way by with a box.

"Lift with your knees!" Tsukishima snapped after him.

Now in the late afternoon, it was down to just Tsukishima and Yamaguchi trying to set up the TV while Hinata and Kageyama unpacked their meager kitchen supplies. Tsukishima had his back turned and was trying to concentrate on getting the HDMI cables to their PS4 flipped the right way, but still was gritting his teeth about the discussion about where to put things. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore."

"You're both morons!" he called over his shoulder.

"Mean! No backseat unpacking!" Hinata retorted, hands on his hips.

"That's where the little plastic tupperwares GO," Kageyama said, plaintive, as if there was only one way on earth to do that.

"He can't reach any of the shit you're putting up there!" Tsukishima heaved himself to his feet, stomping over to sneer at them. Yamaguchi followed, slipping under Tsukishima's arm to see what Hinata had left. "You gonna come over every time he needs to pack a lunch?"

Hinata and Kageyama exchanged a glance, noses wrinkled.

"Fortunately, I am here to save the day, as awesome roommate BFF," Yamaguchi announced, high-fiving Hinata and making him beam. "So we don't need either of you!" With a flourish, he reached up and flipped open the cabinet in question.

Roughly fifty plastic bottoms and tops of reusable containers rained down on them in a comedically long recyclable waterfall. Tsukishima eyed them, the heap of containers, and then dusted his hands off.

"Well, if you don't need me, I'll be going then. Have a nice life, BFF roommates."

"TSUKIIIII."

Ship/Character: Kozume Kenma &/ Hinata Shouyou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 68 words, 14 lines
Remix Permission: please ask

WELL IT'S NOT EXACTLY A BREAKUP I GUESS but was i thinking of that hoshi no koe kenhina maybe i was a little

***

you once told me the universe was
constantly expanding, that we would
never see the edges of it.
so i put myself in a rocket
because the universe is so big and
i wanted to see everything
even those things you said i couldn’t

but
i forgot
that you also said
that everything was made
for me to see it,
to love it,
the way i loved you.

Ship/Character: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi/Terushima Yuuji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Road Trips, Running Away, brief mention of attempted rape
Word Count: 444
Remix Permission: Blanket

***

It’s been weeks since they started running, and they’re not stopping now.

Daichi takes a long drag off his cigarette, passing it to Tetsurou across Yuuji’s lap. They’ve got the blanket spread out in the back of the old pickup truck, parked off to the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere.

They’re far from everything, and they’re far from anyone, and they’re safe.

Koutarou comes around the corner, tugging on his jacket, and Daichi squishes closer to Yuuji to make room. There’s not really enough room in the truck for four bulky guys to lie side by side, but they make it work.

They make it work, just like they make everything work.

They’ve got nothing but a rusting old truck and a couple hundred bucks, but they’re making it work.

“How much further can we go?” Daichi asks softly, staring out along the highway.

“As far as we need to,” Yuuji tells, grabbing his hand and smiling. “So long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter what happens, because we’ll work it out.”

“Exactly, Dai,” Tetsurou agrees, passing the smoke back. “It’s the four of us against the world, and nothing else is important.”

“Daichi’s got a point, though,” Koutarou voices nervously, shifting against Daichi’s thigh. “We’re gonna get caught. They’re gonna find us.”

“They can’t find us,” Tetsurou promises, chucking a balled-up receipt at Koutarou’s head and snickering as it bounces off his temple. “We’ve made it far enough by now, and we’re still moving.”

“I’m sorry,” Yuuji says suddenly, and Daichi sighs, gently slapping the back of his head.

“This isn’t your fault, idiot.”

“But I’m the one who pissed Daishou off!!”

“Yuuji, he tried to fucking rape you,” Tetsurou deadpans, a hint of still-present anger in his tone. “It’s not your fault, it’s his.”

“We’re not on the run because you pissed him off,” Koutarou insists, “we’re on the run because you’re in danger, and we love you.”

Yuuji bites his lip. “Doesn’t that still make it my fault?”

“Nah,” Tetsurou assures, leaning back and staring at the clear sky, brilliant dots scattered behind occasional wisps of cloud. “If anything, it’s our fault for falling in love with you.”

“A mistake, really,” Daichi jokes in a bland tone. “Why’d I fall for you morons?”

Koutarou giggles, and Yuuji smacks Daichi playfully. “You love us, babe-chan.”

“Not if you keep calling me that, I don’t,” Daichi warns, but he’s smiling. The four of them, in the back of a rusted old pickup truck, in the middle of nowhere with a gang of hitmen on their trail. They’re completely fucked.

There’s nowhere that Daichi would rather be.

awwww ahaha this AU is so cute and sweet. Exchange student Victor! and his poor license plate omg. Chris filled out the form!!!

thank you!! omg, I didn't even think of that, but you're SO right – Chris filled out the form! adulting is hard and this is canon now.

Ship/Character: daiyui
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: fluffy sonnet ahoy
Word Count: 113 (14 lines of poetry)
Remix Permission: yas queen

***

She came on wings of white and antique lace,
On satin clouds that glittered in the light.
The sun, it streamed its glory on her face,
His life, his love, his Yui — all in white.

And ev’rybody else did slip away,
Their promise of forever filled the room.
A sea of moments waiting to be made,
A lovely flower ready now to bloom.

Then next to Daichi, Yui came to stand
To give each other ev’ry thing they are,
To forge a fruitful future hand in hand,
To light the way, to each a guiding star.

In life, in death, in breath, in fate, in heart,
They fly abreast into forever’s start.

Ship/Character: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Talk of drinking (although legal/university age)
Word Count: 421
Remix Permission: Yes

I know, I know not terribly sweet... but with these two something like this might be the first cause of feelings to stir harder?

***

It was rare for Youichi not to have a drink in his hand as he moves from group to group within the small apartment. Finds himself grabbed by yet another group of people to catch up (more like nod along as anything other than baseball doesn’t hold his interest for very long) until… he notices a familiar figure standing almost hidden in a corner of the room.

A figure who looks extremely uncomfortable about being there.

In all the time Youichi has known his team mate, he has never seen an actual drink in his hand. Bottle of water, sports drink, even the occasional soda if he was a ittle tired but he has never, ever, seen Miyuki Kazuya drunk before… although it seems to be more of a prop than anything to keep people from bothering him about drinking the later.

Uncomfortableness returns as an arm slithers around Miyuki’s shoulders, Youichi watches as the catcher tenses in recoil before the other party to their personal conversation leans in to whisper in Miyuki’s ear — and Youichi can’t help as red curls around the edges of his vision.

One moment he’s still nodding along to the group of friends that surround him, and the next finds him striding across the room to intervene in a situation that Miyuki is still visibly uncomfortable. The catcher tries to escape but that arm around his shoulders keeps digging in tighter holding him in place…

“Hey Miyuki! There you are you jerk, I’ve been looking everywhere for you-“ Youichi calls out as he enters their shared personal space, somehow manages to pry the offensive arm off of the catcher’s shoulders, “the team wanted to see if you would join us in a drinking game.”

The man across from Youichi smirks, his own silent joke funny to only himself, “But the great Miyuki Kazuya doesn’t drink! Surely his best friends would know that he hasn’t touched a drop of it all night,” as he starts to lean back into Miyuki’s space once again.

“I know.” Is all Youichi has to mutter, turns a death glare that could change a person to stone in the man’s direction before the other freezes his movements in fear. Youichi takes the opportunity to grab Miyuki’s wrist and pull him to safety, both of them turning their back on a threat now safely neutralized.

“Thank you, Youichi,” he swears Miyuki whispers under his breath, Youichi not stopping until they were fully back across the room.

“Anything for a friend – Kazuya.”

Ship/Character: Kise/Kasamatsu
Fandom: Knb
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graduation feel
Word Count: 135
Remix Permission:go for it. Show me if you do!

***
Please stay where I can see you
Don’t ever leave my sight.

Please stay where I can see you
I need to know that you’re alright

I need to keep you close
You want to keep your space

I need to keep you close
Even if you kick my face (ow ;-;)

I respect you as my elder
But I’ll never let you go

I respect you as my elder
Because I love you so

Even when you graduate
And leave me back at Kaijo

Even when you graduate
I’ll still be here yanno?

Please wait for me
It’s one of my fears

Please wait for me
It’ll only take to years

You can go
No matter how fast or slow

But not without me
I’ll always follow

thanks for validating me ;;; also i'll fight u and kuroo's mom for the title

ahh good stuff ;;b thanks for filling, love my karasuno boys

THAT BI FEEL THO

~~I want to write more but I want to get all my comments in before the round closes so~~ THANK YOU, I love it <3 I totally see baby Yuuri having a crush on Yuuko and sharing a middle school celebrity crush

I LOVE THISSSSSS. My dear emotionally constipated children. Abe, you dummy, thinking Mihashi would leave him behind for bigger and better things. THANK YOU.

I approve of this pairing so hard!!! Poor Takeda struggling with the dating app and dating pool, awww.

AWWWWWW ;w; Life's rough when people aren't the same as they were when you cut them off. Thank you!!

Ship/Character: Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Sexual References, Poetry, Bisexuality
Word Count: 131; 24 lines
Remix Permission: Ask first

***

it’s glances in the classroom
kind eyes and secret smiles
it’s texting for hours on end
and never wanting to stop

it’s the brush of our fingers
and walking side by side
it’s the warmth of your skin
and never wanting to stop

it’s the sunlight on your face
dazzling and shining
it’s beauty, internal beauty
and never wanting to stop

it’s your hands in my hair
and your lips, your lips
it’s soft words and soft touches
and never wanting to stop

it’s walking with my hand in yours
telling the world that you’re mine
it’s shared secrets and quiet moments
and never wanting to stop

it’s not what’s between your legs
or the length of your hair
it’s loving you with all of me
and never wanting to stop

ship/character: yukimura/shiraishi
fandom: prince of tennis
major tags: none
other tags: confessions?, or are they??
word count: 710
remix permission: granted

this… took me so long and i’m not even really satisfied in the end ;;

***

Yukimura thought it was funny - them, together. The Child of God and the Bible.

If Yukimura took his nickname to heart more and believed in the higher deities, he'd think that the gods must have found it funny too, because Shiraishi seemed to haunt him and appear at his shoulder wherever he went.

Their meetings always started and ended with a greeting, cut short by lingering uncertainty. They were never really friends, their time together too turbulent to form a lasting bond, but they parted on terms good enough to not turn their heads away after spotting the other’s familiar face in the crowd.

//

“Maybe it's fate! Maybe we're meant to be, Yukimura-kun.”

Shiraishi approached him once, when he was sitting late at night on a bench in a Tokyo underground station, waiting for the last train station, waiting for the last train home to arrive. They were mostly alone with a few tired people scattered on other benches.

Yukimura paused and in the space in-between them for a moment all he could hear was enraged hushed tones of a woman in a ruined make-up who was clutching her phone tightly and a distant echo of the announcer’s voice from other platforms.

Then he laughed.

“I’m sorry, Shiraishi-kun. I don’t think I can believe that.”

//

They met again at a produce market.

Shiraishi was holding a peach in his non-bandaged hand and he lifted it towards his face. His brows were furrowed. Yukimura didn't know what he was looking for.

He cleared his throat and Shiraishi’s eyes left the fruit.

“Ah, Yukimura-kun! What a surprise.”

They shared an amused smile.

“So, what did that peach do to you?” Yukimura asked and Shiraishi, having dropped his hand, put the fruit back in its place and sighed heavily.

“All of them were cultivated without love,” he said finally and Yukimura hummed, having no response to that.

“Have you ever grown your own produce, Yukimura-kun?” Shiraishi put the fruit down but made no move to leave the stand, not minding the glaring eyes of the owner.

“No. My mother wanted me to at first when I started my garden,” he replied. “I find flowers to be more to my liking.”

“I thought you'd be more pragmatic about it.”

“Oh, really? Usually people say my flower garden suits me,” Yukimura said and batted his eyelashes at Shiraishi in the way that he knew made him look particularly feminine, making the other boy rub the back of his head.

“Ah, it does too, it suits you” he replied. “I think flowers are more special. They are grown out of love and symbolize love often too.”

He said it nonchalantly, but Yukimura felt his breath catch at the words. Suddenly, Shiraishi straightened out and frantically pulled out his phone, swearing under his breath.

“It’s so late! I’ll catch you later, Yukimura-kun!” And having said that, he took off leaving his companion alone before he could bid him goodbye.

Yukimura noticed a green bag laying on a wooden box, right beside the place where Shiraishi stood just moments ago. He picked it up and left, not having anything to do here anymore.

//

For the first time since middle school, he found himself with Shiraishi stuck in his mind for a longer time after their encounter.

The bag laid in the corner of his room, disturbing the soft beiges and whites of his room with its vividness. He swore he wouldn’t take a look and he’d return it to Shiraishi untouched when they inevitably saw each other again, but even he felt weak at times.

One peak into the bag revealed a sweater and a couple of books. Yukimura pulled out one of them and huffed, amused, at the sight of the Bible.

His set it down on his desk and his attention was caught by the potted orchid he kept there. Shiraishi’s words rang in his mind.

It suits you. They symbolise love.

Before he could convince himself that it was a bad idea, he carefully plucked one of the flowers from his orchid and put it in between the Bible’s pages, laying it as flat as possible.

He didn't know when would they meet again, he didn't doubt for a moment he'd run into Shiraishi soon.

Awwwwww <3
I'm so glad I saw this before heading to bed, I have all the warm fuzzy bi feels now. Thanks a bunch!!

Ship/Character: kinkage
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: terza rima style poem (aba, bcb, cdc, ect), being bad at heartbreak, tobio is a sad panda
Word Count: 115 (15 lines of poetry)
Remix Permission: yes!

***
He hides away the pictures on the wall,
A photo album riddled with his name
Reminding him there’s nothing left at all.

A season ends upon a cloak of shame,
Its crown an aching burden on his brow,
The ghost of ‘you and me’ that never came.

It litters empty spaces anyhow,
Detritus left of things he meant to say,
The severed pieces strewn all over now.

Again, again, the broken scenes replay,
Its soundtrack singing ballads of despair,
Bonds burnt into the ground in just a day.

So scrubbed away the makings of a pair,
The kingdom’s walls, they crush him as they fall —
A loss the two of them are damned to share.

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