Bonus Round 6: Remixes

[referees]

The goal is in sight, participants! Let's finish strong by drawing upon the thousands of fanworks you've created this summer and putting them in new lights.

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

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO 2017 and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, a podfic of someone else's work, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild! Sequels do count as remixes, with limits: "And then the same thing happened again" is not ok, but "And then some totally new thing happened" is fine, and please don't create only sequels.
• You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created to your own prompts.
• You can remix a remix, but if we see any remix chains we'll be upset, so do this with moderation and restraint.
• You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
• You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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)
• 8 tracks (fanmixes)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a> (place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a>(place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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!

Comments

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: oikawa tooru / yahaba shigure
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: matsukawa issei / oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: kuramochi youichi / miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: original: angst; graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[dynamite]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted; anatomical drawing of a rib cage, graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

this poem really stuck with me -- love the viciousness of their emotion, love the rawness of it all. what a good, messy iwaoi.

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: kuramochi youichi / miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: kyoutani kentarou / yahaba shigure
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

this poem was so evocative, and full of such good prickly heartache -- the imagery of the bag of bricks was really wonderfully turned.

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: kageyama tobio / kunimi akira
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

linked here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: oikawa tooru / miyuki kazuya
Fandom: haikyuu, daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: original: magical realism; graphics fill
Original Work: link by sotongsotong
Word Count: none

***

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Naruko Shoukichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: loveless au
Original Work: link by mondegreened
Word Count: 515

***

"Stop squirming," Imaizumi mutters, putting his hand on Naruko's shoulder to keep him still. "Just pick a way to sit and stick to it, damn it."

"It's not my fault you're so damn bony, hotshot," Naruko snaps in reply, elbowing at him. "Aren't you meant to be putting on some muscle so we can fight properly?"

Imaizumi elbows him back, and they end up scuffling on the grass, ears twitching and tails lashing, until they hear someone clearing their throat.

"Kanzaki-sensei." Imaizumi pins his ears back, shoulders immediately dropping in submission.

He grins around the toothpick in his mouth. "Do I need to pull you two into my office so we can talk about how you should be getting along, again?"

"No, sir," Imaizumi replies, looking down. "Sorry, sir."

Kanzaki crouches by them, arms resting on his knees, and there's an understanding look in his eyes that immediately makes Imaizumi feel better.

"Just remember that you're actually perfect for each other, yeah? You're paired for a reason, and I bet you can feel it too. I guess when it comes down to it, at least you're getting your feelings out this way. Better than the pairs that we have to physically pull apart because they can't keep their hands off each other."

Naruko splutters, scrambling off Imaizumi's lap entirely. "We're not―"

"I can tell," Kanzaki laughs. "Everyone goes at their own pace. No need to stress about it."

Naruko is turning as red as his hair, his ears pinned flat. "It's not like I even want to―"

"You don't have to talk to Kanzaki-sensei about this," Imaizumi huffs, annoyed and embarrassed. "…I have to get to class."

Imaizumi pushes it out of his mind for the rest of the day, too embarrassed to know how to begin dealing with it. He knows how he feels about Naruko, and he's always seen it as a natural conclusion of their bond. He accepts the fondness that dwells in his chest sometimes, usually alongside the irritation when they rub each other the wrong way, and he knows that it's just them learning to fit against each other properly. One day, the irritation won't be there, or at the very least it won't be as sharp, and Imaizumi knows that it's probably not going to be any time soon, but he's accepted that, too.

He would have pushed the entire thing out of his mind entirely by the next day, if not for the fact that as he's trying to get to sleep that night, he hears Naruko calling to him.

It's unintentional; the tone of Naruko's voice as it echoes in his mind makes that much clear. It also tells Imaizumi exactly what he's doing.

Imaizumi, Naruko thinks, his thoughts edged with desperation and Imaizumi can shit his eyes and imagine Naruko lying in bed, inthe Sacrifice dorms, his hand around his―

Shunsuke, Naruko calls out, and he's never used Imaizumi's given name before. Hearing it for the first time in this context makes Imaizumi's face burn with mortification.

It's going to be a long night.

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

[dynamite]

I LOVE THESE NYAS!!!!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: vocaloid au, robot!Akashi
Original Work: link by mondegreened
Word Count: 419

disclaimer, I have no idea how vocaloids work

***

Writing songs isn't all that different to writing light novels, Mayuzumi reasons with myself. At least when it comes to the lyrics, anyway. Mayuzumi's only interaction with music before this has been limited purely to listening to it. He doesn't know the first thing about composing it, so he sets aside the lyrics he's written and makes Akashi cover anime openings instead, ignoring the expectant look in the red eyes watching him, waiting for something more. Akashi has a chair that Mayuzumi has brought into the corner of his study, where he can sit. Mayuzumi already regrets it, wishing that he'd put the chair somewhere else. At least that way, he wouldn't have to deal with Akashi constantly staring at him.

"Are you afraid of music, Master?" Akashi asks.

"Don't call me that," Mayuzumi mutters. "Just Mayuzumi is fine. Anything else feels too weird."

"Mayuzumi-san."

"Just Mayuzumi."

"Producer-san."

Mayuzumi sighs loudly, looking away. "Do vocaloids have personalities programmed into them? Why are you so…"

"Are you displeased with me, Master?"

Instead of replying, Mayuzumi simply makes him cycle through his covers of Bleach openings again.

When he's sure that Akashi isn't looking, he starts doing some research into how to compose music. Akashi catches him at it anyway, walking over to the computer and humming in thought, his voice echoing slightly as it always does.

"Would you like help, Master?"

"Mayuzumi," he corrects absently, more out of habit that because he actually thinks it will make a difference at this point. "You should mind your own business."

"This is my business," Akashi replies, and he might be standing behind Mayuzumi, but Mayuzumi can feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up, he way it always does when he has Akashi's gaze on him. "I want you to make me sing, Master."

"I do that all the time," Mayuzumi mutters, but he can't help but glance at the notebook full of lyrics on his desk.

"I want to sing what you've written," Akashi replies, reaching for the notebook. "You're my master. I want to sing your words."

"Stop that," Mayuzumi mutters, knocking Akashi's hand aside before he can pick the notebook up. He sighs, looking at Akashi's unchanging expression, and hates that a robot can make him feel this flustered, this severely off balance.

"Fine," he relents, leaning back against his chair and gesturing at his computer screen, where it's open to the google page for how do you start composing music. "You can help."

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

[mondegreened]

PLS NO I DIE

akashi being gently terrible is so important. AKASHI PUSHING MAYUZUMI INTO BEING BETTER IS SO IMPORTANT. LAYS DOWN FOR 100000 YEARS THIS IS SECRETLY MY FAVORITE AU OF ALL TIME

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content (mentioned)
Other Tags: composer Akashi, novelist Mayuzumi
Original Work: link by cherrysalmon
Word Count: 488

***

Chihiro purses his lips as he reads over his first draft, and he wrote it so quickly, in such a daze of inspiration, that it feels as if he's reading someone else's writing.

Except no, he thinks to himself, double clicking on a paragraph to add in an editing note. This is his writing, for better pr worse. These are his descriptions of a violin prodigy, fingers sliding over the strings so easily that he makes it look as if he's simply coaxing out the music that already lives within the handcrafted wood of the instrument. This is his view of the concert hall, from the seat that is perpetually reserves for him; his perfect view of the stage, of the first violin's seat, all the things that only he knows about what goes into a composition and then into a performance, having heard it directly from Seijuurou himself.

"Ridiculous," he mutters, at the draft in front of him, at himself.

At least he hadn't given the violinist character red hair. His post-concert, post-coital rush of inspiration had saved him from that particular embarrassment, at least.

He reaches the part of his story where the violinist takes his mysterious girl in the audience home with him, and shuts the laptop, feeling his face burn. It's not a particularly detailed scene—he doesn't write that sort of thing unless he's using a pseudonym—but Mayuzumi is embarrassed all the same because he doesn't have to read it , or even remember what he wrote, to know exactly how the scene would have gone, and now he's left thinking about Seijuurou's fingers in greater detail than he ever should in public.

The café bustles on around him, oblivious to his filthy thoughts, or the sudden rush of irritation he feels for Seijuurou that always seems to accompany said filthy thoughts. Seijuurou, on the other hand, seems to have an innate sense for this kind of thing. Chihiro's phone buzzes with a message and he clicks his tongue as he picks it up, already knowing who it's from.

Seijuurou wants to take him out to dinner, to celebrate some sort of award that one of his compositions has received, and it makes Chihiro sigh with what he will swear is nothing but weariness. When Seijuurou celebrates, he doesn't do it by indulging himself; he spoils Chihiro instead, and it's the most wonderful thing in the world while simultaneously being the worst, because Chihiro will catch Seijuurou looking at him like he's the only person in the entire world, or at least the only one who actually matters, and it's those moments that make Chihiro understand what the radio announcers always seem to hear in Seijuurou's music; the love, the dedication, the longing.

Pressing his lips together in an effort to squash his smile out of existence, Chihiro accepts the invitation, opening his laptop again to continue editing with renewed energy.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Supernatural elements, werewolf Mayuzumi, hunter Akashi
Original Work: link by cherrysalmon
Word Count: 452

***

Mayuzumi walks back into the room that Akashi has rented for them in the local inn, holding the stolen amulet in his mouth just so he can drop it onto Akashi's desk.

"That was unnecessary," Akashi says mildly, then, "I'd rather you didn't put magical artifacts into your mouth. You can't always know what will happen, if you do. Especially if the artifact realises that it's being stolen."

"It's a hunk of metal," Mayuzumi protests, licking his lips to get the tang of old metal out of his mouth. "Not even a particularly attractive one."

"That depends entirely on personal opinion," Akashi replies. "If you knew what this could do…"

"Tell me, then," Mayuzumi replies, collapsing onto the double bed. "So I know what my hard efforts were for."

Akashi looks at him with a smile, standing up and wrapping the chain the amulet is attached to around his hand. He joins Mayuzumi on the bed, pressing up against his side.

"Here." Akashi puts the chain around Mayuzumi's neck. "Lie to me."

Mayuzumi frowns. "What do you mean?"

There's amusement dancing in Akashi's mismatched eyes. "Tell me that you're a cat."

Mayuzumi snorts. "Fine. I'm a―nngh, oww, fuck, what is that? Is that the amulet? Seriously? A truth amulet? It only works when someone's wearing it, though, what's the point of that?"

"It needs to be improved, I'll allow that, but the truth spell is the difficult part. If I reverse its effect, I'll have an amulet that forces the truth out of people instead."

"You're terrifying," Mayuzumi says, and when he sees Akashi's lips quirk upward he adds, "I don't mean that as a compliment. There's something incredibly wrong with you if you think that people are going to willingly spend time with you if you have an amulet that causes them pain every time they try to lie to you. …It would be easier if you could find a way around the spell to just compel them to tell the truth instead. That way, they won't notice."

Akashi smiles, kissing along Mayuzumi's jaw. "This is why I knew you'd be helpful to have around."

"You know how to make me feel wanted, don't you?" Mayuzumi asks dryly, wrapping his arm around Akashi while using the other to pull the amulet from around his neck, pressing it back into Akashi's hands. "Here. You can keep that. I don't want to touch it until you're done messing around with it."

Akashi wraps the chain around his hand, holding the amulet in his closed fist, and looks up at Mayuzumi. "I'm glad I have you in my life, Chihiro."

Mayuzumi snorts, but presses a kiss to Akashi's forehead. "If you say so."

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, G

[mousapelli]

Ship: Yamaguchi/Yachi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Magic au, Harry Potter AU, quidditch, obvious firework double entendre
Original Work: adorable cosplay Yamaguchi and Yachi by dynamite and chiharu
Word Count: 793

This cosplay fill was the CUTEST so I really wanted to remix it.

***

Fireworks are not as easy as they look. Yamaguchi's been at the lesson for the entire hour, and the more frustrated he gets, the more his just blow up in ugly puffs of smoke, barely a foot up from his wand. Tsukishima, of course, got it right on the first couple tries, making a group of Ravenclaw girls cheer and clap their hands, not that Tsukishima even spared them a glance. Now he can send spirals of gold and green up all the way to the ceiling that pop out in starbursts, raining down sparkles.

At least Hinata and Kageyama aren't doing any better beside Yamaguchi, muttering curses and snapping at each other under their breath, everyone else giving them a wide berth after Kageyama singed off half of his own eyebrow.

"Control, relax," Shimada-sensei says to Yamaguchi, making soothing hand motions. He flicks his own wand gently, like he's conducting an orchestra, and a slender firework twists up and up before bursting into a small flurry of snowflakes. "It's much easier to make a big explosion than something small and beautiful."

He pats Yamaguchi on the shoulder and moves over to trying to correct Hinata's form. Yamaguchi heaves a sigh.

"Don't give up!" Yamaguchi turns at the sound of Yachi's voice to find her smiling at him. "I think I've almost got it." But her look of concentration melts into a frown when her firework springs off her wand like a tired slinky, to fizzle out with a hiss against the stone floor. "Ugh. Guess we'll have a lot of homework tonight. Usual library table, usual time?"

"I can't," Yamaguchi says. Yachi pouts at him, but it turns into curiosity when Yamaguchi sidles closer and lowers his voice. "I'm trying out for second string Seeker."

Yachi gives a shriek of glee, then claps her hands over her mouth. "Really? Why are we whispering, though?"

"It's not exactly official," Yamaguchi explains. "Daichi knows I've been practicing with Tsukki, Kageyama, and Hinata ever since they made the team, so they're scrimmaging at practice this afternoon and he said I could play. If it goes okay…" Yamaguchi shrugs.

"That's so exciting!" Yachi squeaks.

"It's not for sure," Yamaguchi says, eyes dropping to the floor. He's trying not to get his hopes up too much, trying to ignore the nerves twisting in his stomach. "Probably nothing will happen."

He isn't expecting Yachi to grab his hands and squeeze them tight, their wands sticking out at awkward angles. "I know you can do it!" Blushing, Yamaguchi mutters an "Okay" before he steps back.

It goes better than okay, Yamaguchi matching Hinata's crazy broom chase shaft to twig for the whole scrimmage. It's kind of a fluke that just as the snitch whizzes by them, Yamaguchi thrusts a hand out and closes it over the vibrating thing a second before Hinata's hand closes on top of his. They crash into each other and hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of Yamaguchi's lungs, but when his vision clears with Sugawara looming over him, Yamaguchi holds up the snitch with a dazed grin.

Sugawara grins back. "Daichi! I think he's gonna live!"

"Impressive flying," Daichi compliments as Yamaguchi staggers to his feet and tries to dust some of the dirt and grass off his practice robes.

"Oh, well. I mean, I was practicing with him all that time," Yamaguchi protests mildly. He doesn't want Daichi to get a crazy over estimation of his abilities. "So I know how he flies. It wouldn't be the same against someone else."

"Still a good start," Daichi says, clapping his hands like it's all settled. "Welcome to the team."

"R-really?" Yamaguchi asks, heart skipping a beat.

"You've been practicing more than Tsukishima ever does, so it seems more than fair," Sugawara chuckles. "Maybe we'll swap you for that guy, huh?"

"Noo!" Yamaguchi protests, eyes wide.

"No one asked you, senpai," Tsukishima grumbled on his way by. "And shut up, Yamaguchi."

It was getting dark by the time they were showered and heading back in, and the team almost missed dinner, so Yamaguchi didn't have the chance to talk to much of anyone before curfew. But word seem to have spread to the other houses by morning anyway, and by the time he gets to their joint Herbology class, she's darting towards him, smile lighting up her face.

"I knew you could!" she yells. Yamaguchi grins back at her, flustered and still a little overwhelmed.

"You believed in me," he says, "so thank you."

She grabs him in a fierce, unexpected hug, and a single blue firework startles out of the tip of Yamaguchi's wand and bursts perfectly above their heads, leaving them staring red-faced at each other.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Imayoshi/Susa
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: 455

***

The door swings closed behind Momoi; Imayoshi’s still kissing Susa and it still feels pretty damn good. He tastes like toothpaste and tea, and somehow that’s surprising. What’s not surprising is the way he’s still kissing Susa but making him do all the work, and that gets annoying pretty quickly so Susa gently pushes him off.

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask.”

Imayoshi raises an eyebrow. “What makes you think I wanted to?”

“You were pretty enthusiastic,” says Susa. “Also I can think of like, a million other things to do with a fire extinguisher that would be better than pointing it at my head—which you’re still doing.”

“You don’t think I’d actually use it?” says Imayoshi, pouting his lips and damn it, he knows that’s somehow cute on a face like his.

Susa snorts. “I think you’d devise this whole elaborate plan coinciding with the birthday cake so that you could kiss me and play it off while killing two potential birds with one stone.”

“I can be direct,” says Imayoshi.

“Right,” says Susa. “Is that why you suddenly forgot how to do derivatives and made me teach you, in an effort to both flirt with me and annoy me?”

“That worked?” says Imayoshi. “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“You didn’t deserve it,” says Susa. “Just say what you want, okay?”

He maybe says that a little bit too loudly; Momoi’s footsteps creep nearer the kitchen door and he hears at least one trace of music behind a door fall away as if turned down so the listener can pay attention to whatever’s going on outside.

“Well,” says Imayoshi.

“Inside,” says Susa, opening the door to his room.

Imayoshi takes the bed without an invitation, which is so typical, but whatever. There’s room for Susa to sit down next to him, and the fire extinguisher rests on the ground between them. Susa sighs, curling his fingers around the bedspread and then Imayoshi leans over to kiss him again. This is a real kiss, without half-true premise and without props, just Imayoshi’s mouth on Susa’s. It feels nice; Susa relaxes into it and runs his tongue over Imayoshi’s lip and the front of his teeth; their noses brush against each other but it doesn’t feel overly awkward and—

Susa jerks back and swears as the fire alarm begins to sound; Imayoshi grabs the fire extinguisher and they rush out into the hall. Momoi is coughing and sputtering, emerging from the kitchen followed by a trail of grey smoke, and Susa doubts that even she will see the merit of serving a cake in whatever stuck-to-the-oven state it’s been left in.

Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[fickle]

OH LOL, I totally forgot I'd written this fill and I was SO CONFUSED. But this is really cute, thank you!

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by moetushie
Word Count: 430

***

They stay that night in a Motel, and afterwards Taiga can’t remember if it was a Motel 6 or Best Western or something else, because he never pays attention to that shit in the first place, but he especially doesn’t when there are other details coming into every facet of his brain. The way Tatsuya pats his shoulder when they get a room, and the way that though they’ve stayed in rooms with a single bed before this time Taiga notices the concierge looking at them in a certain way. He’s not going to bring it up; he’s not going to ask because he knows the answer, that obviously they look like they’re a couple, Tatsuya leaning on him slightly and looking up, the dumb expression Taiga knows he’s wearing.

Because he's tired, and after that stop there’s a sense of urgency, like what if something happens again (anything could happen; the shitty rental car could have broken down all the way back in Delaware or they could have chosen the wrong motel and got held up for everything they own even though they don’t look like they have as much money as they do and they don’t star in some shitty television drama because even if the chances are slim that shit happens) and they haven’t, and they don’t. This isn’t something they can rush, but it’s like someone had peeled away the last flake of scab over a scar that blends in better than expected, that if they did it now it would be okay.

Taiga kisses Tatsuya while they’re waiting for the ice machine, two cans of warm Pabst from the sketchy convenience store across the street ready to be chilled. Tatsuya almost drops his water bottle, and then almost lets it overflow; his mouth is dry and gross and tastes like cheap snack cakes and artificial fruit, and even though it still feels like they had to Taiga’s already regretting having waited so long. They could have been sleeping together by Alabama; they could have spent so many restless nights doing this instead of trying to freak each other out by wondering aloud if this particular place has bedbugs and they’re going to infest their clothes and the car, or maybe they would have done that anyway but in between kisses. Maybe Taiga’s brain should shut the fuck up, because they’re kissing now and Tatsuya’s hand comes up to his face and the cold water bottle is soaking condensation into Taiga’s shirt but it’s already wrinkled and even if it wasn’t who would give a fuck?

Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[moetushie]

As always, what I like best about your writing is how sensory it is -- the details make it live. I can totally believe this what happens after -- awkward motel makeouts ftw.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by multilinear
Word Count: 435

***

“What happened to, ‘I’m so glad you're alive, sleep with me?’ I like that bit of the debriefing,” Tatsuya says, frowning.

“I never say that part,” says Shuuzou. “It just happens.”

“Can it happen a little bit now?” says Tatsuya, and then he leans in and almost (not quite, okay maybe) kisses Shuuzou, a little bit of a cheat and another thing to put down on the list of things Tatsuya’s done to aggravate him today, only this part’s on the good half of the list—not that Tatsuya’s ever supposed to know that part exists, except he probably already does. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Shuuzou echoes, leaning in and trying to convey how fucking glad he is that Tatsuya had gotten out safe, that they’re together again, how much he’d missed him since the last mission, all in a very real kiss. “Just a little bit, though.”

The pilot’s still up front, nominally with her eyes on the air and the screens around her, but they can’t get away with too much even if Tatsuya goes for a dirty talk in Japanese (their faces and noises will be enough, and even this much is not standard procedure and there’s only so far Shuuzou trusts her, only as far as he trusts anyone who isn’t Tatsuya, who he probably shouldn’t be trusting that much in the first place, except—but then, Tatsuya’s always the exception). Tatsuya’s still smiling, and Shuuzou still can’t fucking get over how he’d said that about Shuuzou being beautiful when he’s angry. He still can’t get over how absolutely irresponsible Tatsuya was, how he knows only he can get away with shit like that and then stretches the limits again and again, but, well. He’d gotten the job done (which includes getting out alive, in one piece), but Shuuzou’s still pretty fucking mad.

“You aren’t forgiven just yet, you know. Fucking reckless,” he murmurs, back to Japanese, kissing Tatsuya’s cheek this time (he can almost taste the heavy artillery, a near-missed that Shuuzou had thought for sure, it had to, but there was Tatsuya, still shooting back, and fuck).

Tatsuya doesn’t laugh, because he does know how serious Shuuzou is and sometimes he treats that with the normal, appropriate reaction. He nods, wrapping his arms around Shuuzou’s waist. The copter’s awfully cramped, and Shuuzou starts to wish that they could partition it off and then fuck in here. And then do it after the debriefing for good measure, too.

This is the fastest ride they’ve got, on the most direct route they can risk, but it feels like forever right about now.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[wino]

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, liminal spaces
Original Work: link by earlgrey_milktea
Word Count: 553

***

Oikawa doesn't know why he left, not exactly. Maybe that sounds like an excuse—it sounds like whole lot of bullshit to his own ears—but it's as much of a mystery to him as it must be to the one he'd left behind. The details are hazy, the idea that led him down this path obscured. His mind is muddled and he's not certain if it has anything to do with where he is at present, or if it's because whatever reasons he previously had to pack his bags don't really have anything to stand on.

He's standing alone in an empty train car and it seems like he's been here for ages, but it couldn't have been that long. He can't check the time; he'd given away his favorite watch. The engine thrums underneath his shoes, so he's in motion, though stuck in a perpetual tunnel, so he doesn't have the sun (or lack thereof) to rely on. There are no stops, no arrival at any station. The suitcase in his hand weighs heavy but he won't let go of it, considering it a sort of anchor. The ache in his arm grounds him, keeps him here, even if he doesn't know where that is.

He still doesn't know why he left. Maybe it hardly matters, since he's just as lost and directionless as the day he stepped out of a shared apartment and let the lock click silently into place behind him. Maybe he has to remember it to reach a destination, any destination; maybe his heart just wants him to stop running. That could be it, or close to it.

It's easier to pretend he doesn't know how to love than to love. It's easier than learning how to let himself be loved. It's easy because it's familiar, and he's good at it.

The truth is right around the corner, the bend in the road: he chose the easy way, instead of—

Abruptly, the train halts. The doors part to a station just as empty as the car's interior. Empty, except for a figure sitting on bench right in front of the open doors.

Ushijima looks the same as the day Oikawa left, though he hadn't allowed himself a parting glance. It's as if no time has passed at all, even if that can't be true. Maybe it hardly matters when Oikawa finds himself right back where he started.

Maybe, right where he belongs.

He steps off the train, setting his suitcase down (finally) as he stands in front of Ushijima, whose face is unreadable as their gazes settle on one another. Oikawa's eyes flicker down to the watch in Ushijima's hands. It had been an inheritance, then a gift. Oikawa always thought it suited Ushijima better than it did him.

"You're more sentimental than you let on, Ushiwaka-chan," says Oikawa softly. He holds out his hand. "Let's go home."

For a moment, Ushijima's eyes flicker down to the watch too. His jaw sets and his eyes dampen as he takes in the time, and then he puts his hand in Oikawa's, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. Their fingers entwine, and as they walk to the exit, Oikawa takes a peek at the watch's face.

11:24. Relief washes over him, and he doesn't know why.

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[earlgrey_milktea]

omgggg i love the atmosphere and your repetition that helps build that ~liminal space~ feel...... this part:
It's easier to pretend he doesn't know how to love than to love. It's easier than learning how to let himself be loved. It's easy because it's familiar, and he's good at it.
gosh i'm just going to sit here and cry about this?? the aimlessness rings loud with the emptiness of the train car---and then. and then oikawa getting off the train at the empty train station ushijima is waiting at---the use of that line that it's an inerhitance, then a gift!! aaa...... and i love that last part where he looks down at the time and relief washing over him but he doesn't know why......
gosh this was so pretty

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by multilinear
Word Count: 439

this is much less optimistic than the original whoops sorry

***

Tatsuya wonders if there’s ever going to be a time when he doesn’t have to fight to maintain himself when Shuus around. Maybe it’s because of the way they met, the circumstances in which Shuu had pulled off that willingness to fight dirty in the middle of formal karate moves, the way he’d let Shuu take his hands, how reckless he'd been when he’d thought they’d never meet again. How they’d kept meeting, texting back and forth, how this mode of being around Shuu had been impossible to get out of, how aware he’d been of the way Shuu had looked at him, like he was amazing. Like he could be and do something. Like the way he’d said he’d played with and against guys who were good at basketball and not in the way Tatsuya was, and how Tatsuya had barely been able to take it as backhanded as he always wants to take compliments. How Shuu is so nice to Tatsuya it makes him want to cry.

He doesn’t deserve this; he’s jerking Shuu around and leaving his arms in the middle of the night; he feels so broken and frustrated and restless and Shuu is always following him, pulling him back, nearly seeing what he is but keeping his hand so tightly in Tatsuya’s that Tatsuya feels like he’s been caught in a forest fire, like his chest is tight and burning.

Shuu’s got issues of his own, the relationship with his parents that he’s still working through, the quiet admission that he loves his younger siblings so goddamn much but he resents them, too, like his parents had seen him as such a fuckup and decided to start over with two good kids, even though he knows that’s not true. But how he admits it, how he deals with it, is years beyond where Tatsuya thinks his own capabilities will ever reach, and still Shuu reaches for him. Entwines their fingers like gold and copper wire, like he’s going to coat them and weld them together, like he doesn’t care that Tatsuya’s problems drag both of them down, like he thinks he’s buoyant enough to keep them at the surface, or that he’d rather drown with Tatsuya. Like that Tatsuya’s already let him see too much, wants him to see more (so he’ll realize and he’ll fucking stop) and wants him to see less (wants him to keep up this image of Tatsuya as someone good in his mind). But instead of either of those, he just slips further and further, his hand in Shuu’s, off a cliff—where anything could be at the bottom.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro (+Nijimura&Kagami)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 437

***

These thugs are even more pathetic than usual. All it takes is a growl and a punch and a command to tell me where he is, and Taiga’s got the location. The very real fear in the kid’s eyes (and they’re all way too young for this, but Taiga would be nowhere if he pitied everyone coerced or volunteered into some rival gang way over their head) tells him that it’s most likely the truth, or at least the truth as he knows it, which is better than nothing to go on. He brushes his hand over his belt, feeling the gun tucked in, checking the safety, but he’s not going to waste any more time. He doesn’t know enough about Tatsuya’s Shuu to know if he’s going to try anything stupid, or if he makes himself an easy target.

The sun’s hot overhead, but Taiga’s not sweating yet. It’ll take more than that; he’s fairly accustomed to the heat. All the kinds of heat around him, the pressure of time, the place still only half known (at least he’s not Tatsuya who might get lost trying to go around the block) but two rights and a left and then straight down ought to do it. The warehouse with all the windows gone on the second floor, he can remember that. He doesn’t turn on the car radio and leaves it in first gear the whole way; it’s quieter (one of these days he’s going to make Tatsuya buy him an electric car with a trunk in the front and stealth level sound). He leaves the windows up, sloppy parallel parked in front of a Ford Taurus wagon that looks like more rust than car right about now.

Maybe he should have sped the car up, because he can hear voices as he approaches (fucking pathetic, they’re lucky the cops haven’t busted them already). He’s already shooting as he opens the door, eyes adjusting to the low light but there’s only one short man holding a gun, not at all Shuu's description but his head’s an easy target. And there, tied up, is the person who must be Shuu. Cute, if that’s Tatsuya’s type, but they should get out of here.

“Hey. You're Shuu, right? Tatsuya's Shuu? Come on. This way.”

Shuu gives him a suspicious look (smart, good) as Taiga unties him, but then he seems to see the necklace, and, well, Taiga's got no idea how much Tatsuya had told him but that’s apparently enough.

“You’re Taiga.”

“Yup, and you’re dating my brother. Be good to him, or I might not save you next time."

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[moetushie]

Ship: Sousuke/Rin, Rin/Haru
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: GODDAMNIT JOLENE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE MY MAN
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: 439

In the end, it'll take a sharp turn from Jolene to an Appalachian murder ballad. (But I didn't write that... Yet.)

***

Rin broke up with Sousuke over dinner, stealing a piece of tonkatsu from him one last time. He’d eaten it and wrinkled his nose. “Sousuke,” he said and Sousuke expected him to comment on the saltiness of the tonkatsu or maybe on Momo’s latest idiocy. But instead he said, “Let’s end this.”

“Why?” Sousuke said, his voice sharp. “Rin…” He wanted to control his emotions -- he couldn’t burst into tears in the middle of the lunchroom, after all. “Why?”

Rin had the grace to look embarrassed. “Haru said he might want to go out with me.”

“Isn’t that pathetic,” Sousuke said, getting up from his chair. He waved away the look of outrage on Rin’s face. “I meant me, not you. See you later, Rin.”

*

He felt like his heart was going to explode. He couldn’t have swimming, he couldn’t have Rin -- what in the world could he have? What was he allowed to have? He stabbed Haru’s number into his mobile (he didn’t have Haru in his contacts, but of course he had his number memorized) and waited for him to pick up.

Surprisingly, Haru did. He spoke without preliminaries. “So Rin told you.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Because you told me I could,” Haru said simply.

“I asked you not to,” Sousuke protested.

“But I thought about it, and I realized that I wanted him. I’m sorry that it hurt you.”

“Fuck you,” Sousuke said. “Fuck the both of you.”

*

It was incredibly awkward to room with Rin after that, but Sousuke tried not to let his discomfort show. He threw himself into studying for his entrance exams, focusing all the attention that had gone to swimming, that had gone to Rin, into his future, whatever that might be.

He always declined Rin’s offer to hang out with the rest of Iwatobi gang, saying he needed to study.

“Sure that’ll help?” Rin said with a cheeky grin.

“I’d have to try,” Sousuke said, with an answering smile. He didn’t feel it in his heart, but he guessed that didn’t matter for Rin.

But Rin’s smile flagged anyway and he said, a little uncertainly, “Sousuke, I -- you know you’ll always be my best friend.”

“I know that, Rin.” More sincerely, he said, “Really, I do.”

*

The terrible thing was, the damned thing was that he could survive without Rin. He could live just fine without the person he loved best by his side. He tried not to mind it, to move past it. In time, he thought he and Rin could indeed be friends again.

But there was one person he couldn’t forgive and that was Haru.

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[fickle]

*flailing sounds* OMG HARU YOU BASTARD. But seriously, Sousuke, this is why you never tell anyone that they COULD take your boyfriend from you.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Imayoshi/Kasamatsu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 406

***

Kasamatsu does not, in fact, wake up with a hangover. He credits it to the probable gallon of water he’d ended up drinking the night before because his mouth had been dry and he’d had to take a leak like, every thirty minutes or something ridiculous, but he’d felt closer to sober before going to bed. Imayoshi, on the other hand, had finished Kasamatsu’s edamame, ordered another bowl for himself, had a few glasses of water and is now hiding under the covers.

Unfortunately, Kasamatsu had been too drunk and then Imayoshi had been too asleep for them to actually have sex, even though Imayoshi had placed his hand in Kasamatsu’s lap, groping what he’d thought was Kasamatsu’s dick but was really just a lump in the fabric (yeah, it was dark, but he probably needs a new prescription, too). It could have been a nice one night stand, full of cliches about their past captaining rival high school basketball teams and then teaming up for streetball, but they’d missed the chance. It’s not like Kasamatsu wants to be Imayoshi’s boyfriend or some shit like that; it’s not something he can picture Imayoshi wanting (though maybe that’s more in line of his caricatured vision of Imayoshi back in high school, closed eyes as drawn shades to the window of his empty soul behind those glasses). It’s a weird fantasy to have, a salaryman who thinks his best days might be behind him waking up in an inn with an old acquaintance with whom he’d missed his chance.

“How’s your head?”

One hand emerges from under the blanket to flip him the bird. Kasamatsu snorts. What he wouldn’t have given back in the day for this kind of schadenfreude. Maybe he’s not as much of an adult as he thinks he is, but what’s there to look forward to? Balding, taking home money to an empty apartment? Maybe there’s still a little alcohol in him.

“It would make me feel better if you jerked me off.”

Imayoshi’s voice is muffled. Kasamatsu pauses; he doesn’t want Imayoshi to vomit all over him (probably no quicker way to kill a boner) and he doesn’t want to have to smell Imayoshi’s breath right now anyway. And Imayoshi’s just playing with him. Kasamatsu sighs.

“Please? I’ll get you off too; it’ll be fun.”

Kasamatsu snorts, but two minutes later he’s lying under the covers next to Imayoshi with his pants down.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kise/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 409

***

Ryouta had once asked Tatsuya if he dreams. He doesn’t, or if he does there are so many that he can’t remember; the shock of waking up into the world after everything buries them back in his subconscious under drifts of snow. He thinks that perhaps he had once dreamed, long ago when he’d had a normal sleep cycle, before Ryouta (long before Ryouta, who even now is just a blip), before everything.

He remembers the first time he’d seen Ryouta, whining and dragging his feet and clinging to his sister’s hand, just another pretty child only he hadn’t been; he’d seen Tatsuya in the snow and reached for him. And then he’d found Tatsuya, years later; he’s made no secret of his pursuit of a sight, an ideal, his role in all of this. Tatsuya would rather not wake up late, but he would rather wake up on his own terms, not through magic dust that makes him sneeze—except, Ryouta. Ryouta who still whines but stands on his own, an adult, for a few handfuls of years longer until—but unlike all the others, with Ryouta there is no until. That’s a reckless thought, wishful thinking Tatsuya supposes, but Ryouta still flits from place to place like a butterfly, not one to settle for full time anything, Tatsuya’s part time keeper and up to who knows what the rest of the year.

Someday, though, he'll grow tired of this, but at least he does not expect Tatsuya to give him everything, even now. He’ll take, even what Tatsuya doesn’t intend to give, like these kisses as Tatsuya’s barely blinking back the sleep from his eyes, startling into the summer heat, uncomfortable around him like clothes that are just a little tight, seams on pants digging into his calves. But he forgets his discomfort, the urge to push back the summer already, too soon. With Ryouta’s hand in his, Ryouta’s mouth on his again, the summer seems suddenly a little more pleasant. The green leaves on the trees are not quite as annoying as they usually seem, but the soft ring like bells of the ice stuck to his robe drowns out everything else, other than Ryouta’s smile.

"It's still summer. Plenty of time to play before you need to get to work. You've been sleeping for long enough, haven't you? I was starting to miss you."

(He still talks too much, but that’s never going to change.)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Himuro, Aomine/Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 405

***

It had been so good back in LA, the sun shining harsh through the window but Himruo’s beauty still soft but sharp, like glass shards made out of cotton at max thread count, and Aomine had finally let himself stare. Swallow, watch Himuro wash the dishes in the sink, soap and water splashing the sleeves of his button-down shirt where he’d rolled them up past his elbows. And Aomine had stared, and Himuro had turned and looked back, and waited for Aomine to kiss him.

He’d taught Aomine how to kiss, more than burying his face in his pillow (not that he’d done that very often, okay, just once on a dare from Satsuki) and weird party games and a handful of hookups ever did, how to go from sweet and slow and soft to just wanting to something a little rougher. All this time Aomine had thought Himuro had wanted Kagami, and he’d said so and that had made Himuro stiffen and pretend he didn’t, turn halfway toward the opposite wall on the bed next to him.

“Hey,” Aomine had said. “I want him, too, as much as I want you.”

(And then he’d kissed Himuro to emphasize that Kagami wasn’t the one he’d wanted more; he’d jerked Himuro off while while detailing how much he’d like to see Himuro fucking Kagami, Kagami riding Himuro’s cock, that magnificent ass of his and sweat on both of their faces, and that had gone on for quite a while.)

And then it had gotten closer to reality, Himuro living with Kagami, Aomine staying over just for a bit. The way Himuro had looked at him, that even though they’d never discussed their relationship as it was, what it was, given it a name and a role and a set of restrictions. Right now, they both still want; they want each other and they want Kagami, and Aomine’s pretty sure Kagami wants them, too (well, Himuro at least, but Aomine doesn’t mind being a bit of an accessory, at least to start with).

And then they kiss, him and Himuro in Kagami’s place, and Aomine feels like he’s about to set the world on fire. He feels Kagami’s gaze boring into his head, not with jealousy but with curiosity and his own building desire, and Aomine’s already grinning into Himuro’s mouth because he’s waited so goddamn long for this and he can’t wait another goddamn second.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 416

***

After all of it, after the bites in Tatsuya’s neck that are definitely going to show up in the next game they play, half from him; after all three of them come in sequence; after he’s had both Aomine’s and Tatsuya’s hands inside of him; after he’s watched Aomine ride Tatsuya halfway and had Aomine’s cock in to the back of his throat; after the lube is drying on his hands and the come on his stomach and he just feels gross; Taiga rolls off and onto the floor. The couch is big, but it’s not big enough for all of them at once, and if this was just a one off thing to sate his desires (when he can feel it building all over again looking at Tatsuya and Aomine spent and dirty and tangled in each other, the things he’s so shamefully imagined about them, only starring him, too) then he’d best get out of here.

“Stay,” Tatsuya says, reaching out to brush his fingers across Taiga’s knee.

His voice is softer than it had been when he’d asked that of Taiga before, not as firm but just as wanting. More as wanting, a deeper part of Tatsuya. His hand tangles in Aomine’s hair, his eye looks Taiga up and down, the shirt still pushed up to his chest just beginning to fall, the holes in his socks, the come on his stomach.

“The couch,” says Taiga.

“We can move to the bed,” says Tatsuya, patting Aomine’s ass. “Up.”

Aomine grunts, but Tatsuya disentangles himself and sits off, managing to avoid getting the couch dirty, and holds up his hand. Taiga pulls him to his feet, and Tatsuya keeps their hands together, still dirty.

“We should shower,” says Taiga.

“Later,” says Tatsuya, kissing his shoulder.

Aomine doesn’t follow them just yet, and Taiga takes Tatusya in. Naked, face a bit flushed, still so beautiful, only now Taiga doesn’t feel guilty for looking.

“What took you so long?” Tatsuya says.

“I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea,” Taiga says. “Like I wanted to take this from you.”

“Oh, Taiga,” Tatsuya says, his voice suddenly just a bit sad, which for Tatsuya means misery deeper than the Marianas Trench, and no, not now when everything is good.

“Because I don’t,” Taiga says. “I’m glad you asked.”

He squeezes Tatsuya’s hand; Tatsuya looks up at him and Aomine, finally caught up, drops one arm around each of their shoulders.

“We going to bed or what?”