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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

An oldie but a goodie—in this round, we draw inspiration from famous words said by other people.

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.
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Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
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400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

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Ship: Yamaguchi Tadashi/Tsukishima Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mentions of acne, dermatology
Word Count: 741

Why are you catching me with medical prompts of all things???

***

Yamaguchi squinted at his reflection and sighed before he left the bathroom. When he got back to his room, Tsukishima was sprawled on the floor, books fanned out in front of him. He looked up, and Yamaguchi sighed again.

“Have you ever had a pimple in your life, Tsukki?”

“Huh?” Tsukishima said. “I don’t know. A couple, I guess.”

Yamaguchi flung himself dramatically onto his bed and ran a hand down his face, feeling the bumpy scars on his cheeks. Of course it wasn’t bad enough that he’d been teased about his freckles since he was a kid, he had to be cursed with bad skin, too. After treatment and time, things were better now, but some reminders were left behind.

“What’s this about?” Tsukishima asked.

“I don’t know,” Yamaguchi said, turning away so he was staring at his wall. He could hear Tsukishima shifting and sitting up, then shuffling noises across his floor. Yamaguchi was already bracing himself when his mattress dipped.

“You’re lying,” Tsukishima said. This was what Yamaguchi got for pulling him out of his shell – a friend who expected follow-up and honesty and wouldn’t just let Yamaguchi ignore his problems like he wanted. “Why are you lying?”

Yamaguchi sighed for a third time and finally looked at Tsukishima. His skin was seriously perfect, not a single thing on it. It was like he didn’t have pores. He didn’t even have a cute little mole, like Sugawara. “Do you remember when I started going to the dermatologist in middle school?”

“Sure,” Tsukishima said. “You wouldn’t let me come along with you.”

“I thought you were offering out of obligation,” Yamaguchi mumbled.

Tsukishima snorted. “When have I ever done anything out of obligation?”

“Well, I know that now! I thought you might back then.” Yamaguchi sat up and immediately regretted it because it brought them practically nose to nose. He shifted back a little, just to give himself breathing room. “We’ve come a long way, Tsukki. But anyway, I had to use those two creams and it took like six months, but for the most part things got better. I looked better, I felt better, and I thought that meant things would be different.”

Tsukishima’s eyebrows pulled together a little, the way they sometimes did when something about emotions confused him. “Aren’t things different now?”

“Yeah!” Yamaguchi shouted. He shook his head. “Yeah, they are. But sometimes I’m reminded of how things were, and maybe how they’ll always be.” He sighed again. “Nishi-san in class five was asking me about you today. It’s stupid, but when I look in the mirror, I’m reminded that no one’s going to ask after me and say I’m pretty and look like a cool painting come to life.”

Tsukishima looked horrified. “She said that about me? To you?”

Yamaguchi nodded. “Didn’t she talk to you after? I probably wasn’t very helpful, but I told her you weren’t seeing anyone.”

“No,” Tsukishima said. He paused. “What about all those girls who talk to me about you? What do they say to you when they confess?”

“What?” Yamaguchi said. “Girls don’t confess to me, Tsukki!”

Now Tsukishima looked confused and started counting on his fingers. “No, there have been at least six. I might be forgetting one.”

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said slowly, “how many girls have confessed to you?”

“Two,” Tsukishima said right away. “But I turned them both down.”

“Two?” Yamaguchi exclaimed. Of course he realized that Tsukishima hadn’t started dating any of the girls who talked to Yamaguchi first, but he figured they’d all confessed and Tsukishima was leaving a string of broken hearts in his wake. This time, Yamaguchi started counting on his fingers. “Ten girls have talked to me about you.”

“Ten? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” said Yamaguchi. “You think I can’t count to ten?”

Tsukishima shrugged and adjusted his glasses. “I can’t rule out any possibility.”

Yamaguchi laughed and fell back on the bed, flinging his arm over his face. “I can’t believe how bad we are at this. No wonder all we have is the volleyball team.”

Tsukishima didn’t say anything for a long time, long enough that Yamaguchi moved his arm again to look at him. He was wringing his hands together.

“What?” said Yamaguchi finally.

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima blurted, “I think you’re pretty. And you probably would make a cool painting.”

Yamaguchi’s face went hot, and he suddenly understood why all those girls were scared off.

I am so happy you still love these kids, tbh I'm reeling from the fact that I posted an imanaru prompt and someone filled it that did not... happen very much when everyone who liked imanaru was all on our team hehe. I also just love that they both just unquestioningly accept the fact that their bikes are going to be a part of the ceremony and don't think there's anything strange about it. Truly a match made in bike heaven.

Ship: Yufune Tetsurou & Unnamed Baby Yufune
Fandom: Rookies
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: In honor of the 3-years-later reveal

Prompt:
"One thing you can't do with babies, you can't give them steak."

-- Flavor Flav (attributed)

Ship: Mihashi Ren/Abe Takaya
Fandom: Oofuri
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
"His skin was my home, and his arms were my home, and his voice was the voice I heard when I didn’t know where to go, and needed someone to tell me." -Rose Christo, Overlooked

THERE'S A REASON WHY MIKI AND TOOJI ARE THE WITNESSES... THE BIKE REPAIR FAMILY THAT HAVE RAISED IMAI'S BIKES SINCE BIRTH

Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Mibuchi Reo or Mayuzumi Chihiro/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: look,

Prompt:

"Beast!" cried the man, furious.
Gavroche poked his nose above his shawl. "Monsieur complains?"
"About you!" said the pedestrian.
"The bureau is closed," said Gavroche. "I'm receiving no more complaints."

- victor hugo, les misérables

Edited 2017-07-12 02:39 (UTC)

Oh my god

Ship: oikawa/ushijima, oikawa/tendou
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: (implied) sexual content
Other Tags: oikawa tooru is the world's most unreliable narrator,
Word Count: 982

thank you for this prompt it is [clenches fist] so good

***

The thing about Tendou Satori is that apparently Tooru isn’t allowed to settle around him.

It had been different with Ushiwaka. Sure, he constantly threw Tooru off, but it wasn’t intentional. And once Tooru had figured out how to read his stupidly blunt way of talking, it turned out he wasn’t that much to get all worked up about in the first place. Which made a lot of his high school hatred seem kind of silly in retrospect, but Tooru wasn’t one for regrets, or looking back, or voluntarily thinking anything other than the best of himself.

But Tendou Satori is a different creature entirely. He’s loud and abrasive and he has a terrible sense of fashion. He doesn’t care what other people think of him, and worst of all, he knows that Tooru does care.

He’d been annoying enough before, teasing Tooru and stealing his food and singing along badly to karaoke tracks when Tooru was trying to study with Ushiwaka. But as soon as Tooru had actually started dating Ushiwaka, it was like he couldn’t get rid of Tendou. He was everywhere all at once, always around at the most inopportune times, and it made Tooru want to rip his hair out, even if it was his best physical feature.

“Maybe you misunderstand him,” Ushiwaka suggests once on a date, unphased by the disgusted expression Tooru pulls onto his face. “I might remind you that you haven’t always had the clearest mind when it comes to your hatred of people in the past.”

“It’s not very romantic to tell me I can be wrong, you know,” Tooru responds snidely, but he has to admit that Ushiwaka has a point. It’s just that Tendou makes him unsure of himself, more than anything else, and it’s a feeling he hates. He’d prefer to avoid him forever, rather than confronting his anger and picking it apart, lest he realize that Tendou Satori was actually an angel somewhere deep down inside. Tooru isn’t sure he could survive that sort of revelation.

But Tooru can only take so much. When he finds Tendou standing in front of his dorm room door, he almost loses it, gripping his keys in his pocket. “Your best friend isn’t here,” he says, lifting his chin as he goes to unlock the door. “He’s in the library. Go find him there.”

“Oh, I know where Wakkun is,” Tendou responds, as if he’s allowed to call Ushiwaka something so familiar right in front of Tooru. Who does he think he is, honestly? “I’m here to see you. Oikawa Tooru, star setter and my other very good friend.”

“We’re not friends just because you insist on third-wheeling all of my dates, Tendou,” Tooru sighs. But he doesn’t actually protest when he opens his door and Tendou walks in. He knows how to pick his battles, which to fight and which to surrender in favor of a later victory.

“Really? And here I thought we were friends because we used to hook up all the time before you started dating Wakkun.” Tendou says it conversationally as he paws through Tooru’s mini-fridge, grabbing a sports drink and uncapping it without asking.

Tooru shoves Tendou out of the way and goes for a sports drink himself, needing something to quench his suddenly dry throat. “That was then. And we weren’t friends. Just… acquaintances with benefits.”

Tendou cackles at that, a horrific, terrible sound that Tooru hates. “Guess you don’t think about those benefits anymore, do you?” Tendou steps up closer to him, and Tooru doesn’t back down, because he knows a challenge when he sees one, and he isn’t the type to lose.

“Do you want something, or can you leave now?” Tooru asks, willing himself not to think of Tendou over him, under him, his clothing in various states of disarray, the way Tendou smiled with his tongue sticking out just a little when he found an angle that worked, the comforting sprawl of Tendou’s gangly limbs over Tooru’s body, his red hair down by his shoulders and the way it felt for Tooru to stroke his fingers through it when he should’ve been sleeping--

“You’re blushing, Tooru-kun!” Tendou’s voice is loud, and Tooru jumps as he’s rudely forced out of his thoughts. “You know, I bet Wakkun would think it was super hot if we made out. Wanna try?”

“No! What? Gross!” Tooru fumbles for some sense of dignity, but he’s not immediately sure how to dig himself out of this hole, not when he can still feel heat in his cheeks.

“You know Wakkun is okay with that sort of thing, right?” Tendou says, like he knows more about Ushiwaka than Tooru could ever hope to, and it grates on his nerves.

“We’ve had that particular conversation.” They’d talked about boundaries, about what was okay, about leaving their relationship open to possibilities developing in the future. The talk had happened early on, because they were adults - or at least, Ushiwaka is an adult. Tooru’s pretty hopeless in that department, depends on Ushiwaka’s simple worldview to counteract his own tendency towards overthinking. “What’s gross about this idea is doing anything with you. I have standards now.” There. A strong ending, all things considered.

“And yet, you obviously still fantasize about me. Can’t forget Miracle Boy Tendou Satori, can you?” Tendou grins, leaning in even closer, and for a split second, Tooru thinks he’s actually going to kiss him.

He doesn’t pull away immediately. He hesitates for a moment. And the grin that Tendou has on his face means that he noticed too. “Think about it. That’s all I’m saying.” And with that, Tendou saunters out of the door, sports drink still in hand, leaving Tooru to curse his weakness, his idiocy, and the part of him that still wants to feel Tendou’s lips on his.

Edited (thanks for letting me edit!! what is getting the actual ship right, sorry for this) 2017-07-19 02:48 (UTC)

This is what happens when I love a char. :)

OH REALLY? WELL. JUST REMEMBER YOU ASKED FOR IT.

(and also at any point, you can tell me to dial it back, I fully understand sick and twisted is not everyone's cup of tea and there is no shame in that!)

Toudou is that one friend who is an encyclopedia of Weird Facts.

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

"This is crazy, but I'm having feelings again. Like some kind of 14 year old kid or something. You remember feelings, right?"

"Yeah, I have feelings every single day of my life."

"Do you?"

"Are you saying you don't have feelings?"

- It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Ship: Momoshiro Takeshi/Kaidoh Kaoru
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: some swearing
Word Count: 478 words

i love them

***

"So. What you're saying is: You? Had a crush? On me?"

Kaidoh hisses and tightens his hands into fists. "Emphasis on had."

Momo just looks at him in complete bewilderment. "Why?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Was it my charming personality? My rugged good looks? My prowess on the tennis court?" Momo suddenly starts laughing. "Wait. So does this mean that all of the times you started fights with me were just you pulling my pigtails?"

"Shut the fuck up. No, I started fights with you because you were fucking annoying."

"But you still liked me anyways," Momo sing-songs gleefully. He spins on the spot and looks Kaidoh in the eyes. "You do know that I'm never going to stop bringing this up, right?"

Kaidoh hisses.

---

Momo saunters over to where Kaidoh stands, glaring at the first years. "Hey! Cap'n Crush!"

"Captain what?"

"Y'know, like Cap'n Crunch. Except crush. Because you. Y'know. Have a crush on me. Ain't it clever?"

"Had. And no, it's just as stupid as you are."

"Who're calling stupid, stupid?" Momo pauses, and Kaidoh can almost see the lightbulb materialize above his head. "Stupid in love with me."

Kaidoh pulls his arm back. Momo runs.

---

Momo leans back against Kaidoh's locker, blocking his path. "Y'know what I've been thinking?"

Kaidoh looks at him with cold, dead eyes. "Another shitty pun?"

"Well, I mean, yeah. But. Okay, hear me out." Kaidoh wedges his arm behind Momo's back and attempts to shove him away from his locker. "Whoa there, man, hold up for a sec.

"I was thinking. You know how you--"

"Had a crush on you, yes, I know, you've reminded me a thousand fucking times today."

Momo laughs as Kaidoh's hissing steadily increases in volume. "Yeah. And you know what? I'm insulted, man. How did you with all your--" Momo gestures vaguely at Kaidoh's entire body. "Everything--"

"What?" Kaidoh asks, shoving against Momo harder. "How did I what?"

"How did you ever resist," Momo stops and turns his head towards Kaidoh, noticing how close together they are, noticing how much of Kaidoh's body is pressing against his.

"Resist what? Punching you in your stupid face?"

"My stupid pretty face," Momo says, bringing a hand up to rest on Kaidoh's shoulder. He looks at it, mildly confused, then looks up again. He doesn't remember Momo's face being quite that close. It's way too close as Momo leans in further and presses his thin lips chastely against his before pulling back, stepping away from Kaidoh's locker.

"That."

Kaidoh stares at him incredulously, face slowly turning a deep red. Momo smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head. "Heh. Well. It looks like it might not have been had after all, eh?"

Kaidoh hisses at him but Momo suddenly looks at him directly, expression serious. "But... y'know... maybe... I was the one pulling pigtails this whole time."

so I love these myths a lot, like a lot and it was truly such a pleasure to read this. the way it was written was framed so perfectly, from the story being told to the young rabbits by dandelion to just the beautiful texture of the language. I love this haughty bunnyzumi WHO DISRESPECTS EL-AHRAIRAH HIMSELF I YELLED!! and him just calling naruko a boring cat like, please. imaizumi you big silly bun. AND I LOVE THE MYTH OF THEM RACING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND I LOVE THIS TOO:

“Cheater!” the tiger roared, as they raced side-by-side down the road.

“Rabbit,” Imaizumi retorted.

(bunnyzumi is truly the only good left in this unpure world.)

but seriously, the way they raced so often that it creates the milky way is... I don't know, I find it so hopefully wonderfully sentimental because it's like the tanabata stories and I love that they're still out there, doing their starry racing thing.

Ship: kuraryou
Fandom: daiya
Major Tags: sexual content, body horror
Other Tags: body worship, the body horror was an accident
Word Count: 501

***

ryousuke kisses youichi on the mouth because he can. in private, in public, to shock and awe or to see that marvel in youichi’s eyes, he does it every once in a while. just because.

he picks up one of youichi's hands by the wrist, joined hands and only then looking at ryousuke's face, squarely in the eyes. ryousuke kisses the tips of youichi's fingers, callused and tanned as they are (they look like his own, but blunter, squarer, and ryousuke loves them). youichi just watches, heavy-lidded and curious, ryousuke grinning while he presses another kiss to the back of his hand, like a courtier to a prince.

on the other side, his mouth tracks along the creases running across youichi's palm. ryousuke kisses the thin, exposed skin of his wrist’s underside and youichi just lets him, languid smile spreading on his face.

every once in a while, youichi amazes him. ryousuke would like to let him know that a bit; just how much he treasures him is a love letter for another day, but youichi really appears to not know, sometimes, how special he is. for all his temper and loud joy, youichi is surprisingly, hilariously patient; the punk exterior is genuine, as most of youichi is, but he’s kinder, funnier than someone has the right to be, in some senses. it makes ryousuke wonder if he deserves it, at times, the way youichi looks at him like he’s the miracle.

ryousuke pushes up youichi’s shirt and kisses his stomach, light and soft. youichi laughs, and the sound tickles ryousuke’s ears, but youichi doesn’t push him away (he never does), just watches. ryousuke sits on his lap and youichi’s hands are automatic, linking around ryouske’s waist to keep him there, warm and grinning. it’s almost unnatural, how they fit, but something this perfect isn’t innate. ryousuke’s worked for it; they both have.

youichi’s body is lean, and firm, and alert while ryousuke kisses between his ribs, counts the steps upward toward his heart. ryousuke could harvest it, a red jewel beating under his ribcage, but youichi’s given it already. ryousuke counts the ribs like piano keys and smiles against youichi’s skin, listens to him breathing heavy, delighted.

“ryou-san,” youichi says at last, voice hoarse, “don’t tease.”

ryousuke quirks an offended eyebrow, still enjoying himself. maybe later, in the future (with a sentimentality he so rarely permits himself but rises so easily when youichi’s around), he will take it slow and never quite burn so hot for the way youichi wrecks himself on the rocks of his own pleasure, the way youichi pushes and shoves ryousuke to new heights, but he’s not yet found either of their limits. “sure,” ryousuke replies, and stops kissing him entirely. “then you do it.”

he’s not a lazy lover, not by any means, this boy. ryousuke watches the sharp-toothed grin blossom on his features and waits for the shock and awe, the thunder and the glory. “if you say so, ryou-san.”

CLUTCHES CHEST OH NO

poses
It's what I do

Ship: Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tag omitted
Other Tags: serious injury
Word Count: 441

***

There were many pairs who fought on the battlefield. For some, it was an alliance of convenience—a defensive mage paired with a reckless swordsman to guard him, or a heavily armored knight who shielded a battle mage from harm. For others, their partnership was a sign of something deeper.

Aoyagi and Teshima fell into the latter category. Their partnership had started the day they met as new recruits in the army, but they didn't fight together for the first time until several months later.

Their first battle had been an alliance born of sheer desperation. Aoyagi had found himself cornered by the enemy and cut off from the rest of his allies. Teshima, scouting from the cliffs above, had seen him and loosed most of his quiver on his attackers, sacrificing his position to come to Aoyagi's aid. The bond that had been slowly growing between them solidified on that day, for a life debt wasn't something easily forgotten.

Now, their bond stretched between them like an invisible cord, tying them together even when they were apart. They fought side by side whenever they could, each filling in the gaps in the other's defenses. Even when they were apart, they could sense the other through their bond, always keeping them in the back of their mind.

It was in one such battle, when they had been forced apart by an enemy that stretched their army uncomfortably thin, that everything went wrong. Teshima was fighting his way out of cluster of attackers trying to cut him off from the group when he felt a sharp flash of pain from Aoyagi's end of the bond. It wavered briefly, then re-solidified, but in the split second where Teshima's attention was elsewhere, the enemy saw an opening and sunk a sword deep into his side.

Teshima barely made it to the edge of the battlefield before he collapsed, the sounds of the battle slowly fading away.

The last thing he felt was the surge of desperation coming through his bond to Aoyagi. The last thing he saw was Aoyagi's face appearing at his side. He held onto the image for as long as he could as his vision faded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the darkness, a single thread of light wavered into existence. It glowed but weakly at first, but them pulsed stronger and stronger. Its other end was far out of sight, but it seemed to beckon, tugging on Teshima like a hook.

He followed it.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer on the battlefield, but Aoyagi was still at his side, holding his hand as if he'd never let go.

Ship: oikage
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: sexual content, description of violence/gore (body horror, cannibalism)
Other Tags: bodily modifications, i turned tobio-chan into a piano, the piano is a metaphor
Word Count: 440

***

tobio keens when tooru finally touches him. it’s been weeks, or months, since this has happened last, tooru abandoning work and the trappings of an ordinary life for this.

the boy was beautiful in his previous life: that much is clear, his body broken in the key places where a limb might have moved, but the structure is still present and obvious under tooru’s hands. it was the work of a surgeon or a master craftsman who made him this way, with a precision that’s almost alien, too lifelike and too real to be manufactured. tobio is strong in the bones, vocal cords strung to perfect scales, and his heartbeat rumbles low in the long boards of his ribs, his chest.

this is the product of a different time and a different place. tooru plays him as an amateur might, with wonder still tickling the keys of tobio’s teeth, at the plushness of his lips. he plays with the force of a storm, punishes tobio’s limbs with the drumbeat of a foreign thing, his fists hammering against tobio’s chest, unprotected and vulnerable.

and tobio lets him. he is open to him, for him, only taking breaths when tooru allows it. he is so good for him, musically sound and so sweet to hear, almost a lovable presence when tooru touches him with the softest, gentlest of hands. tobio is more human than instrument, a self-driven creation with passages that tooru’s yet to explore (if tobio opens up, if he can pry his hands inside). it’s been a battle every way, tooru playing tobio in pieces, to measure their progress in dexterity and flair. he plays tobio love songs written in keys, and if tobio knows them all, he never tells.

today, tooru starts gently. it’s magical when tobio is unguarded, the drive to play out his demons on tobio’s skin dissolving into thin air. tooru closes his eyes and tobio trusts, opens up his throat and sings.

he loves the way tobio sounds. he croons, if asked, and shrieks if pressed. tooru can trade a lot of things for both sounds, his own blood (if bitten) and his own fingers, if tobio could eat. tooru feeds him poetry in measured lines, and tobio yields his body today as an treasured secret. they lose no blood in exchange today, and tobio does not bite.

tooru throws back his head and shuts his eyes, fingers deft in the weaving of an unknown, unread magic. tobio sings soft in his ears; the night is long, and tooru feels as if he has all the time in the world for, at least, one more song.

Ship: kuroo tetsurou/(sawamura daichi, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru) (your choice!)
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content/mention
Other Tags: alcohol mention

Prompt:

from "TIME IS A BITCH ISN'T IT (2014)"

Ship: oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi OR kunimi akira/kindaichi yuutarou
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: i love dying and being dead

Prompt:
"Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you."

- from "Maybe in Another Universe, I Deserve You"

Ship: Tadokoro Jin / Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

(interviewer) ma'am! why and how is bowser hot?
(me) (drenched in sweat, shaking) him big
- tumblr user doggables

Ship: oikawa tooru/(ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, miya atsumu) OR hanamiya makoto/kiyoshi teppei
Fandom: haikyuu!!, kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
"This is my skin and it’s thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it."
- Iain S. Thomas

Ship: Midorima Shintarou &/ Takao Kazunari OR Akashi Seijuurou &/ Midorima Shintarou OR Akashi Seijuurou & Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: potential angst, why am i doing this to myself again

Prompt:

"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you." - Frederic Chopin

But they're sweet, Mousi. Sweet and stupid.

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

FILL: TEAM OTABEK ALTIN/YURI PLISETSKY, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, M

Re: PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

Re: Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T