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.

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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.

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Comments

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[miyukitty]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR4 fill by fickle
Word Count: None

i promised you a loveless one, but i had to make up voices for imahana, orz;;; hope it's okay

***

(Audio, 3:12)

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

[fickle]

*whistles* Wow, I love your voice. It's so controlled and you make the narration sound really evil. And the voices you made up here for them are great! Hanamiya's so pouty and adorable and Imayoshi's so utterly sure of himself.

Maaaaan. This is GREAT, thank you so much!

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[miyukitty]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya, Asahi/Nishinoya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke & Haikyuu
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR4 fill by fickle
Word Count: None

but hey surprise fickle damien i did more than one! :D;;

***

(Audio, 4:30)

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

[fickle]

EEEEE. MAN YOU DID GREAT, I would've never guessed this was your first try! Your voice is utterly beautiful, it works so well for them. I could SEE everything in my head as you read. *flailing gestures of omg wow* Also I love the ones that you chose to record in particular because yessss ImaHana and ImaHana taking on Dauntless. Your voice works so stunningly perfectly for this, I'm full of glee.

(Also my personal preference is for low tones rather than high, so your voice just happens to fit that well too. XD)

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[miyukitty]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime / Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR3 fill by fickle
Word Count: None

jazz handssss, iwaoi! thanks for playing with me, fickle~~ :3c

***

(Audio, 2:58)

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

[fickle]

I'm at work and it was SO HARD not to laugh at the noise you made every time that Oikawa yelped because Iwaizumi poked his bruises. That was just the cutest bit. XD Also your voice sounds much less evil in this narration which is a great sign of how well you adjust your voice for the stories! Also the determination in Oikawa’s tone when he made that promise about going home - it carried through so strongly, you are really good at emoting.

Thanks for the great fills! They are FANTASTIC.

I will totes record for you this weekend - I spent 3 hours yesterday trying to fix my keyboard on my personal laptop with no luck, boo, so didn't get to record - and I hope I can measure up to those beautiful works of art.

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 kiyala
Word Count: 432

***

It’s easier with one umbrella. That’s what Shuuzou’s mother says when she passes him the large green golf umbrella and he unfolds it; there’s definitely room under it for him and Tatsuya both, except. His mom knows exactly the connotations of that, you and the object of your affections huddled under the same shield, even when the rain is not quite so constant.

“Just in case,” she says.

Shuuzou can’t wait to use it; he wonders if Tatsuya knows the connotation, if he’d ever learned it or heard it used. He says nothing about it; there’s no quirk in his expression, no small tilt in his body, the kind of thing Shuuzou’s just beginning to learn how to read in him, the way he so slightly tips his hand. He doesn’t seem to get it, and Shuuzou wonders if he’s a little disappointed, if this is just another clumsy and wishful attempt to flirt with Tatsuya on his part. (Does he need to wonder if he knows it’s true?)

Still, they’re physically closer under the same umbrella, sharing its weight and passing it from one of them to the other, under their own rainclouds, bumping up against each other above them, the familiar patter of the drops on the fabric above. People say the rain is romantic, but that’s when they don’t have to deal with it incessantly pouring down on them; Shuuzou could say something here but he swallows his tongue; he’s too nervous to take this in that direction when there’s nowhere for either of them to go, just one umbrella. He doesn’t want to make Tatsuya feel trapped.

His fingers brush against Tatsuya’s, holding the umbrella up between them; Tatsuya moves, twitches really, just for a second. A little bit off guard, gone before Shuuzou can get a real look, but the knowledge that this had affected him. Shuuzou doesn’t bring up the social connotation, under the umbrella of love; Tatsuya can probably gather that from the context anyway. After all, he’s the one who kisses Shuuzou first, leaning back against the fence in his own front yard and pulling Shuuzou in, causing Shuuzou to nearly drop the umbrella and wish that he coul, just so he could hold onto Tatsuya with both hands for once.

“I know,” says Tatsuya.

Fuck it, this is worth getting wet a thousand times over; Shuuzou drops the umbrella and lets it rain on them, romantic or no, both of his hands cupping Tatsuya’s cheeks, the water pouring and drenching them until they’re nearly freezing, relying on the warmth of each other’s skin.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[wino]

Ship: muraskibara/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 582

***

If being too happy classified as a crime, Tatsuya would be guilty as charged. He smiles too easily, these days, genuine and freely given away; he laughs like he's trying to trap the sound into bottles, gifted to anyone who would listen. If being too happy was considered a sin, he'd have a spot reserved for him in several circles of hell, though that doesn't stop him from gorging on the feeling until he's almost sick with it. The sun shines brighter, the birds sing sweeter, and he drinks it all in without fear of excess or consequence.

At least, not for a little while. Not until this happiness—excessive, euphoric, tooth-rotting—strikes him as wrong, and he's always been good at talking himself out of taking things he doesn't deserve.

It starts simply, when he's on the couch with Atsushi: Atsushi's head in his lap, his fingers sifting through Atsushi's hair as his free hand holds up a book, their breaths the only sound in the room as they exhale in tandem, the silence occasionally broken by the crunch of a lollipop as Atsushi tires of a flavor and reaches for another. Contentment settles in Tatsuya's chest, but something else slithers around his ribs alongside it. It stutters his pulse. It asks, who told you you could have this?

He's long outgrown arguing with his own demons, or he thought he has, because he finds himself responding, Atsushi did.

Foolish of him to hope it would end there, because the voice continues, snide and knowing, he doesn't know the worst of it. Tatsuya knows the voice is lying, now, but he's paralyzed by it, forced to listen when it says, how long until you fuck this up?

I won't, he replies, a promise both to Atsushi and himself—but the voice laughs, dragging him through every memory that proves otherwise. This was when you let your pride get the best of you. This was when you were too angry to see things rationally. This was when you were too jealous to realize what you had.

The voice doesn't give him time to process it; it goes on to demand, what makes you think you're allowed to be happy?

"Muro-chin?"

Tatsuya blinks. His fingers have stilled in Atsushi's hair, and he's been staring at the same passage of text for several minutes. He pulls a smile to his lips, setting the book down. "What is it, Atsushi?"

"You were spacing out. It looked like you were thinking too hard again." Atsushi frowns, lollipop and all. "Stop it."

"If only it were that easy," says Tatsuya, before he can help himself. Atsushi opens his mouth as if to ask him to explain, but in the end he doesn't. Tatsuya's not certain he'd have the words for him if he did. He tugs his smile wider, rubber made to snap. "It's nothing. Want to order takeout?"

"Mmkay."

As Tatsuya brings the phone to his ear, his eyes land on a picture frame across the room, a photograph taken on one of their earlier sightseeing dates. Atsushi's smiling in it, which is rare in itself, but then Tatsuya is too, his grin without guilt or reservation.

How long until you fuck this up? the voice had asked him earlier, and his defenses have lowered enough that he entertains the notion. He looks at their faces, impossibly happy, and is the one to ask himself now:

how long?

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

[kiyala]

fjghdfkjhdfkhd this hurts so good, I adore it!! My favourite thing is the description of Tatsuya's smile, of him pulling it to his lips, of him tugging it wider, like it's a physical thing that he can put into place. It suits him so well and I love how you've done it <3333

I'm gonna give him a wedgie though.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya (+ Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 476

***

It's just going to be two weeks. Fourteen days. Just under three hundred and forty hours. Less than that, even, because Tatsuya is going to be spending at least a day all up in transit. In the grand scheme of things, it isn't really that long at all. It's not a big deal.

Which doesn't explain why it feels like it's a big deal. Tatsuya's fine when he says goodbye to Daiki at the airport, before going through check-in, and then security. He's fine while he wanders around the departures area, looking through the shops there before settling at his gate. He's fine right up until the moment he sits down on the plane, looks out the window, and it really hits him that he's not going to see Daiki for two whole weeks.

It's ridiculous, he tells himself. He can survive such a short amount of time. It's going to pass in the blink of an eye, and it's not like he even wants it to, because he's looking forward to this trip. He's looking forward to spending time with Taiga, to familiarising himself with the streets he grew up on, the old friends he'd play basketball with every weekend. He's genuinely excited about this trip, but he still can't help but feel miserable the entire way through the flight.

What's worse is the fact that when he lands in Los Angeles, the first thing that Taiga says, after greeting him with a bone-crushing hug, is, "You miss Aomine already, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tatsuya lies easily, wondering when his poker face slipped so much that he was this easy to read.

"I get it," Taiga says, looping his arm around Tatsuya's shoulders and taking his suitcase, all in one easy movement. He leads the way out onto the street. "Two weeks is a long time to be away from someone you love."

"Who the fuck said anything about love?" Tatsuya asks, elbowing Taiga in the side.

The reaction, if anything, only encourages Taiga even more. He gives Tatsuya a wide grin, pushing a hand into hair to ruffle it. "You're in love."

"You're being immature," Tatsuya protests, but he finds that he can't stop smiling. "I was sparing you, you know. Daiki asked me to smack you in the head and I was armed full of excuses for why I hadn't done it yet."

"You can smack me if you want," Taiga teases, "doesn't change the fact that you're in love."

Tatsuya covers his face with a hand, but he's still grinning. He shakes his head. "If you don't stop, I'm going back home right now."

"To your boyfriend?"

"Taiga."

With a laugh, Taiga unlocks his car and puts Tatsuya's suitcase into the trunk. "Seriously, though, Tatsu. I'm glad you're happy."

"Yeah," Tatsuya murmurs. "I really am."

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

[wino]

GOD I LOVE THIS!!! i love how you showed that on himuro's side he's just as lovestruck, just as prone to missing, just as sentimental :') and kagami knows both of them well enough at this point to tell.

wondering when his poker face slipped so much that he was this easy to read. WHEN YOU CAUGHT FEELINGS U DOOF!!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol and drinking
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 426

***

"I think we're pretty similar, you and I."

It's late, they're drunk, and it's not the right time for this conversation, but Aomine doesn't mind any of those things. Not when he knows that it's the only way they're going to talk about it at all, even though it's been sitting there under the surface without either of them actually acknowledging it, for far too long.

Taking a long sip of the glass he's nursing, Himuro sucks in a deep breath and gestures vaguely at Aomine. "You're like me. Sometimes, you mean well, you want something to work out, and then it just ends up coming out wrong. Not just in your words, but your thoughts as well. Nothing wants to align."

Aomine exhales slowly. "Something like that."

Reaching for Aomine's hand with his free one, Himuro traces circles against his warm palm, humming in thought. "We're fucked up."

It's such a simple assessment that it makes Aomine choke out a laugh. He curls his fingers around Himuro's, restricting the movement of his thumb, until it feels like Aomine's holding a trapped moth in his palm. He inhales, exhales, and lets go. Himuro's thumb stays where it is, resuming the same circles that it was tracing before. It's more reassuring than Aomine would have expected it to be. When he looks up, Himuro is watching him silently, a million thoughts racing at the back of his mind, given away only by the way he has his lips pressed together into a contemplative frown.

"What?" Aomine asks, because he's never good at silences when they feel like this. It gets him too defensive, and feeling defensive gets him on the offensive. It's a cycle that's tried and true, and he doesn't know how to break his way out of it, only just learning to apologise for the mess that he leaves behind.

"It's not the end of the world, being fucked up," Himuro murmurs, and he wraps his fingers around Aomine's wrist this time, tugging him closer, meeting Aomine's lips with his own, speaking right against them this time. "At least we're in good company."

Aomine lets out an amused huff, kissing Himuro before pulling back. He licks his lips as he considers it. "Yeah. I guess we have that."

"And even if we have nothing more than that," Himuro continues, lifting one shoulder in a shrug, "I'd say that it's much better than nothing. We'l find out own way from here."

"Yeah," Aomine agrees. He leans in again, to taste Himuro's mouth. "You're right about that."

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

[wino]

mfff there is so much tenderness here, despite the brutally honest observations

until it feels like Aomine's holding a trapped moth in his palm. highlights it especially, since the comparison brings to mind something so fragile and easy to rip apart with the right (wrong) movement, which fits the theme of them accidentally or not so accidentally destroying their own personal lives

this is a lovely aohimu character study i think :((( <3

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: None
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: slavery, gladiator au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 522

***

They don't let him into Himuro's chambers until he meets a certain standard first.

That means having the dirt cleaned off him, his body covered in perfumed oils instead. They cut his hair, shave the stubble growing along his jaw until his face feels soft and sensitive, and even get the dirt out from under his nails. He doesn't feel anything like himself when the servants of the house present him to Himuro, but he supposes that's the whole point of it. Someone like him wouldn't be able to find his own way here; it's only Himuro's interest that has him brought up from his much more simple quarters, with nothing but a small window, a bed, a desk and a chamberpot.

"They did well with you," Himuro murmurs, raising an eyebrow as the servants step aside. He lets his gaze linger on Aomine for a moment, then glances at the servants. "You can leave."

They do, shutting the door behind them as they go, so that it's just Aomine standing there, and Himuro lounging on his seat, his robes tied loosely, parting to show most of his bare leg, drawing Aomine's gaze up his thigh and to the fall of material, where it obstructs anything more interesting from view.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Himuro asks, and gestures at the bowl in front of him. "These grapes won't peel themselves."

"Of course," Aomine replies, his tone dry in a way that is only ever allowed when there's no one else around to hear him speak to Himuro in this manner. To have a gladiator speak to him with such irreverence, when Himuro owns him, would be a disgrace. Himuro likes flirting with danger, but he holds his pride above all other things. Aomine knows that if he lets his tongue slip, it's likely going to be the last time he has a tongue at all.

Perhaps he likes flirting with danger too. At the very least, he likes flirting with Himuro.

"I can feed them to you and you can suck on my fingers all you like," Aomine murmurs, crossing the room and picking a single grape off the bunch, peeling its skin and feeling its soft interior between his fingers. "Or I could give you something more interesting to put in your mouth."

"The grapes, Daiki," Himuro replies with a smile as sharp as broken glass.

"Here." Aomine holds the peeled grape against Himuro's lips, looking down at him.

Himuro holds his gaze while parting his lips and taking the grape into his mouth. Aomine growls low at the back of his throat, and kneels over Himuro, kissing him deeply. Himuro moans softly, his hands going to Aomine's thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle there.

"Changed my mind," Aomine replies, biting down on the grape he's licked out of Himuro's mouth. "I don't want to be that obedient today."

"I could put you in a collar and force you to sit by my feet like a good dog," Himuro murmurs, and it could be a threat, it could be a promise.

Aomine grins either way. "You could."

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

[wino]

THE BANTER!!! THE SHARPNESS OF IT, AND THE EASE, WORKING IN TANDEM, TO GIVE THEIR DYNAMIC THIS DANGEROUS FEEL THAT, EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS TO FAVOR HIMURO'S SIDE, SEEMS BALANCED BECAUSE OF AOMINE'S... AOMINE-NESS. the last three lines especially pack such a punch in the dialogue, so that even in their softness there's still something to cut yourself with underneath. geh!!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, M

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: historical au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 434

***

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 411

***

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FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[hyalinee]

Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youcihi
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possibly reckless driving, kids don't do it pls drive safe unless you know what you're doing, and even when you know what you're doing
Original Work: link by hailing
Word Count: 508

hi hayley i told you i was easy remember

***

Ryousuke knows a few things.

He loves the roar of the engine, the smooth shift of gears under his hands as he switches gears, one foot on the clutch and the other on the accelerator, pushing the car as hard it can go. He’s good at it he knows, shifting gears effortlessly as he picks up speed, the movements as easy and familiar as breathing. He loves the feel of the steering wheel under his hands, smooth and easy, directing the car wherever he wants to go. Up, right, up again, until he’s going as fast as he can, leaning back in the wheel as the miles disappear.

He loves it too, when Youichi’s the one in the driver’s seat, the windows rolled down and they’re laughing as they speed away, city in the rearview as they drive to nowhere. Youichi drives faster, wilder, more recklessly. He’s all instinct and heart, speeding up and braking as he feels best, going as fast as he can just because he can, because it makes him feel alive. Whereas Ryousuke is measured and deliberate in his actions, knowing exactly how much, how far to push, when to slow down and how fast he can go, control, control.

He thinks he doesn’t know how to live without this, sitting shotgun while Youichi’s at the wheel, laughing while the radio blares whatever new punk rock song Youichi’s into. He knows Youichi keeps stealing glances at him, even though he’s pretending he’s checking the side mirror. This is theirs, their wild youth in a car speeding to nowhere, leaving a city and their respective lives behind them. It is his recklessness, the sharp curve of his mouth, Youichi’s hand on his as he changes gears, kissing by the side of the road, the car hood warm underneath him.

Hey Ryou-san?

Yeah?

Say we’ll never stop doing this.

Careful. That sounds a lot like a proposal.

I’d go anywhere with you, y’know?

He knows, he knows. Which is why he never says yes, lets Youichi interpret the silence however he likes. But his hands are gentle as they smooth out the lapels of Youichi’s jacket, careful on the curve of his neck. That is his concession to this, before Youichi hands him the keys and he’s sliding behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and the rearview mirror. The engine starts beautifully, gear, clutch and lift as he pulls out smoothly, speeding up gradually until they’re doing one twenty and Ryousuke’s got the high lights on, scenery a blur around them.

He knows he wouldn’t give this up for the world, not Youichi, not these nights where they go nowhere, where they go so fast that Ryousuke can hear the wind roaring, Youichi next to him. He can feel them accumulating in his heart, in his blood, until they are things he cannot do without.

But he has no confession to make, only glaces over at Youichi, then presses harder on the accelerator while Youichi starts to laugh next to him, young and wild and reckless.

Re: FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[hailing]

oh no.. this is lovely, ewa. easy isn't necessarily bad at all, i'll take these two in any form you choose to present them.

the imagery of this is so nice, and i can picture it so perfectly, speeding away from the city. I love how you reflect their own personalities in their driving too: ryousuke is all about control, and kuramochi's need 4 speed, lightning at his heels kjl, the two of them and the thrill of pulling off a double play, or driving at reckless speeds way past the limit, but they're by each other's sides all the while and it's just so :''''')

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanaiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by cherrysalmon
Word Count: none

Just two teenagers in love while Japan goes through a revolution. Nothing bad, this is very soft!

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PODFIC

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: watanabe hisashi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by garciraki
Word Count: none

Soft sad love poem.

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recording

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya (+ Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: podfic
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: none

i...rly love this...and had an overwhelming urge to podfic it..._(:3/

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listen here! (2:42)

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine & Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by yrindor
Word Count:

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content, underage, bodily fluids
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 769

***

here

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, M

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: secret agents au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 459

***

It's not like it's something that they do on purpose. It's not like Tatsuya starts his day by trying to think of places that he can fuck Daiki when they're both mid-mission. It's not like Tatsuya really plans on fucking Daiki at all, but that doesn't really seem to stop either of them. He's running out of clean-up crew members who can actually look him in the eye, and it might not render them completely immune to his charms, but it's significantly easier to talk people into doing hat he wants when he can look into their eyes and make them feel like the most important person in the entire world.

Just the same way as he's looking at Daiki right now, their paths crossing as they continue to mark the suspected leader of a money laundering ring. They're at a social event where they know the mark will be and Tatsuya might have seen Daiki in a suit before, but he's never had the chance to see Daiki in a tux and that feels entirely different.

All it takes is a charged moment, their eyes on each other, their gazes magnetic, and once the moment's passed, they realise that their mark has managed to slip away.

"Shit," Daiki mutters, turning like he has the intent of following.

"Stop," Tatsuya murmurs, grabbing him by the arm. "We have his schedule. We have his hideouts. We know where he'll be. If we follow him out, we're going to look suspicious. He probably has his men looking out for people like us, if he knew to get away when he had the chance."

"So what do you suggest we do instead?" Daiki asks, sounding a little irritated and a lot impatient.

"I have a suggestion," Tatsuya murmurs, raising an eyebrow, sliding his fingers along Daiki's arm and to his shoulder. "We could dance."

"Dance?" Daiki asks, glancing over his shoulder at the others on the dance floor, waltzing to the music with their bodies pressed close together.

"Vertically, for now," Tatsuya murmurs, lowering his voice and giving Daiki a sly grin. "We could see where that takes us."

"Neither of you are subtle," Momoi informs them, over their earpieces. "It actually hurts to listen to. You have official authorisation to get… this… out of your systems tonight. You're expected to give chase to our mark and apprehend him, starting at sunrise tomorrow. "

"One night, huh?" Daiki asks, and the way he licks his lips suggests that it's not enough time to do all the things he wants to, with Tatsuya.

"Nice of Momoi-san to give us that much," Tatsuya murmurs, wrapping his arms around Daiki's shoulders and guiding him to the dance floor. "I say we enjoy it."

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

[wino]

He's running out of clean-up crew members who can actually look him in the eye, ffgsjhsdgsjdh u know i didn't even consider this, it's a hilarious detail to add

YOU MAINTAINED THE UST HERE SO WELL!!! and the way himuro rationalizes why they should wait to chase the mark to disguise how much he just wants to fuck is so in character. awful

vertically, for now is also such a killer line ill have you know

AND THEN MOMOI'S INTERRUPTION DFKJGHFGKJ SHE WAS LISTENING ALL ALONG. SHE SUFFERS

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: exhibitionism
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 782

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here

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Nijimura Shuuzou/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: special ops au by multilinear
Word Count: none

hell o i loved this fill so much so i (tried to) read it _(:3/

it's a little loud in the beginning so be warned!!

***

listen here! (2:34)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[ellipsometry]

Ship: kuroo tetsurou/daishou suguru
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: mention of sexual content
Other Tags: Now! That's What I Call Unhealthy Relationships
Original Work: link by gogoshiki
Word Count: ~800


***

Kuroo hates when Daishou looks at him like that. The furrowed brows, the narrowed eyes, the curled lips; that kind of pinched, tortured face Daishou makes so often that Kuroo starts to wonder when it’ll get stuck like that.

If he’s trying to get Kuroo to shoulder the blame for their current predicament, it’s certainly working.

“I’m gonna order food,” Kuroo says, voiced slurred as he comes down from his post-orgasm high, “What d’you want?”

“Nothing,” Daishou mumbles, but that’s what he always says.

The routine is so familiar and well-worn that Kuroo could go through the motions in his sleep. Daishou and Mika will call it quits for the umpteenth time, Daishou will text Kuroo, always with the kind of urgency as if his house were on fire and Kuroo was the only person who could put it out. They’ll meet up, they’ll fuck, and Daishou will get dressed (or just zip up his pants, on the occasion that they don’t even bother to get undressed). Kuroo will order takeout and Daishou always manages to linger long enough until it arrives, snapping open his chopsticks wordlessly to dive into the extra portion Kuroo’s ordered for him.

“If I had 100 yen every time you and Mika-chan had a split and you came running to me,” Kuroo says through a mouthful of lo mein, “I could pay for all the extra food I always have to get for you.”

Daishou stiffens, “I never asked you to get food for me.”

“I know,” a shrug, “I’m just that nice. Can’t send you home on an empty stomach, can I?”

It’s another familiar script of theirs. Daishou is always so on edge and defensive about everything. Didn’t realize I was forcing your hand to text me back, or I never asked you to come over, I just said I was lonely. As if the subtext wasn’t clear, as if Kuroo ever really had a choice.

Although, that’s not entirely true.

When the latest text comes through from Daishou, a particularly clipped It’s over. Again. Kuroo manages to go a few hours without texting back. It’s a new record.

“You won’t text him back,” Kuroo tells himself. Quite literally: he plants himself in front of the bathroom mirror and points a finger at his reflection, repeating whatever mantras he can remember from the most recent self-help audiobook he’s taken to listening to on his morning runs.

“I’m going to say no, and I’m going to mean it,,” he says, staring at his own pupils in a way that is both ridiculous and unsettling.

It would be so much easier to say ‘no’ if Kuroo didn’t want to see Daishou. But the problem is that he does.

A few more hours go by, and it’s past midnight when Kuroo’s resolve breaks, his fingers moving faster than his brain as he punches out a text to Daishou. Something innocuous, pulled from the script he’s already memorized.

Daishou’s response comes almost instantly, and Kuroo grips his phone with white knuckles.

Actually, Mika came over about an hour ago.
I think we’re going to be okay. For a while this time.

It’s their quickest get-back-together to date, and Kuroo is almost impressed. At least, until he sucks in a breath as the last text comes in: Looks like you’re off the hook, Kuroo. Sorry. And thank you.

Mika is a good influence on him, Kuroo thinks, trying to imagine what kind of look Daishou might have had on his face when typing out that text. Was he happy? Feeling bittersweet? Were his shoulders dropped, relieved, or were they tense with worry about where to go from here? Was he smiling or frowning or somewhere in between? Was he imagining what kind of expression Kuroo might have, reading his texts, or was Kuroo the farthest thing from his mind?

Kuroo stops wondering. He turns off his phone, burrows under the covers and tries not to think about how he doesn’t feel relieved, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[gogoshiki]

"--always with the kind of urgency as if his house were on fire and Kuroo was the only person who could put it out."

I HURT

BUT I HURT REALLY GOOD OVER THIS WHOLE REMIX CRYING ON YOU YOU KNJOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUUOJ

oh my fcking god the mirror part

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 kiyala
Word Count: 441

***

Tatsuya kisses like he’s afraid. Like beyond the way he pushes, the way he leans in and loses himself to it, there’s something he dreads, the water flooded away from the beach before the tsunami sirens start to sound, like a firework’s about to explode on his face. Like there’s something he knows he’s going to find, the jump scare in the horror movie that’s bound to show up at one point that’s going to make you twitch or scream no matter how much anticipation had built up within you.

It’s like the way Tatsuya looks on the court, angry and resigned sometimes, flashes of things he’s gotten so good at hiding but when Taiga knows what to look for without even trying he can still see it, written in invisible ink where he’s got the right kind of blacklight to see it (lemon juice on a letter, a secret message Tatsuya had found out how to send in some book or other, held up to the light). Taiga wants to ask what it is, but he’s afraid, too. He’s afraid of a gathering storm, of what might happen, the way Tatsuya had gotten more than a little angry with his own body when Taiga had matched his height, the things he can’t control that seem to have something and yet nothing to do with him. The more he thinks about it, the more it slips from his grasp; he wants to ask Alex about it but it’s the kind of thing she’ll give him a cryptic answer about, and it’s about him and Tatsuya, too (maybe it’s about the rings around their neck, how they still say it means brothers when Tatsuya kisses him like that, in a way that steals his breath and a little more of his heart).

But Taiga’s not afraid of that, because it’s always been Tatsuya, inevitable; it’s always been spiraling toward this. It had to have been, the first time they’d seen each other, the way Taiga always sees him with fresh eyes, his kind spirit and soft hands, that gorgeous shot he’ll watch a hundred more times that Tatsuya still sees only flaws in, says it’s not quite ready yet even though Taiga can’t block it no matter how he tries.

Tatsuya is brilliant, burning bright like a firework, but maybe the air around him is so bright with his own light he can’t see where it’s coming from, cant tell it’s all inside of him. But Taiga’s going to keep trying to make him see, to make him stop frowning when he looks down so they can soar into the sky together.

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 kiyala
Word Count: 428

***

Taiga meets him at the airport, even though Tatsuya hasn’t told him about his flight, told him about any of this—it was supposed to be a surprise, and even though knowing Alex she’d probably told Taiga this morning that by the way, Tatsuya’s coming home for the weekend, and Tatsuya can’t even be mad at her because he should have fucking known and kind of did anyway, and he can’t be mad at all the moment he steps into Taiga’s arms, smells the ocean salt and traffic fumes and smell of new sneakers, the store he works in now (he’s already sent Tatsuya a pair he could afford without his employee discount that Tatsuya can’t get in Akita, the ones Tatsuya’s wearing, soles giving just the right amount under his toes as he stands on them to reach Taiga better because he’s fucking gotten taller again).

They don’t even say each other’s names; Tatsuya closes his eyes and just breathes in, feels Taiga’s warmth radiating around him; he’s home, home, home, and then it all comes crashing down on him. The pettiness of their last argument, how tall and strong Taiga’s gotten playing with that team, the limitations seeping back into Tatsuya’s limbs, the way he always manages to push Taiga away and say the wrong things, the way those only come from feeling the wrong this.

But then Taiga’s pulling back and Tatsuya’s looking into his eyes, soft and warm like the air here at the end of the winter.

“I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me, too,” Tatsuya says quietly.

He’d slept on the flight but he nods off halfway in Taiga’s car; they take the long way and stop for fast food and Tatsuya’s got a half-eaten double cheeseburger in his hand, the salt and grease and processed cheese tasting like the nectar of the gods. Here is home, but only when he’s with Taiga; the emptiness of that last year when he’d been alone—the frustration that it’s him having to chase Taiga across the ocean the other way, too, but knowing when he gets back for real this time they can be together. Maybe like that, maybe someday, maybe that’s a foolish dream, but here, as the sun's coming up and he realizes Taiga’s driving them down to the beach even though he’s got to have morning practice or something, it seems possible, reachable. Him and Taiga, like that, Taiga pulling down the sun visor on the driver’s side and grabbing his sunglasses, pulling out some more cheese fries from the bag.

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 kiyala
Word Count: 405

***

One of the best, that stings like a backhanded compliment even though it’s true, even if that was unintended. One of the best singer-songwriters, like he can’t quite do either well enough to be the best, and he can’t be (that damning with faint praise) versatile. So prolific, with sad songs, but never that he puts out so many good songs, great songs. Because really all he’s doing is dramatizing his own inadequacies, wallowing and bathing in it. That he couldn’t make Taiga stay, that he couldn’t pull himself up to that level, that he was holding Taiga back instead of pulling him up, pulling him forward, that they couldn’t go together on the same level. That no matter how much he practices, no matter how he wears down his fingers again and again, he will never reach the way Taiga’s intuitive guitar playing has that ability to wow a crowd, to silence people, to burn a wave of inspiration inside of them. His are half-formed, warped mirror knockoffs; he’s not the real deal (capital letters on each word, the next big thing, the big thing right now).

He’s so fucking pathetic, still hung up on it, milking his own pathetic emotions for all they’re worth because he’s a one trick pony, a one note writer. He can only do this, and he can’t even be the best at it. He’d fucked up his shot with Taiga; that’s going to stay with him his entire life. The mistake that’s going to haunt him like a ghost, possessing him, forcing the words out onto the paper, again and again. The same regrets and mistakes rephrased, reiterated, the same feelings pulsing like a wave that won’t die, eternally feeding on him until it eats him from the inside out.

He thinks about Taiga’s band, its chart position, the chemistry they supposedly have that drives them. The happiness so clear on Taiga’s face when he plays. There’s no way Tatsuya’s ever going to find that, no way he’s going to match it, no way it’s ever going to feel like the ring around his neck isn’t burning a hole in his chest but no way he can take it off. He can’t let go; it’s more pathetic to just cling to it and no better than the unknown but he still can’t admit it’s really over. So instead of cutting his losses, he’ll lose every day.

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 kiyala
Word Count: 444

***

It’s so easy to love Tatsuya that Taiga couldn’t not even if he tried. Regardless of all the complications that have passed between them, the stupid shit they’ve both done, how much Tatsuya tries to push Taiga away, all he’s really doing is pulling up more and more love from Taiga’s endless reserves of it, energy that’s renewable forever basically, even when entropy takes over the universe and everything is still—this is constant, overwhelming maybe. It’s hard not to overwhelm himself when he thinks about it, and he tries not to bowl over Tatsuya, his twisted self-image and the ideas he’s tattooed on his brain that he doesn’t deserve, he shouldn’t, he’d screwed up his only chance—they’d both fucked up, okay, but but that just proves it. Even if it’s hard to make it work, Taiga’s not afraid to dig in and get his hands dirty.

(He doesn't need to say anything about Tatsuya, the unquenchable thirst and drive, the stubborn spirit that sinks in his teeth, the way he knows Tatsuya loves him, too, without saying it. It’s not something quantifiable; he can’t speak for Tatsuya, but it’s more than enough—like his talent, like his drive, like how he deserves everything, the best love and the best things and everything he wants and has worked so hard for.)

“Please stop making everything so hard for yourself,” Taiga whispers into Tatsuya’s hair.

Tatsuya looks up at him, all of a sudden fragile like his iron’s been overexposed and rusted out, like his grip on Taiga’s about to tremble and fall away. Honest, raw, the way Taiga can’t help being with Tatsuya all the time. He doesn’t try to excuse or explain himself; he just looks, a way Taiga can’t bare to push the happiness onto him even though it’s there for the taking and within his reach, like it might cut Tatsuya open. Because as easy as this is for Taiga, as hard as it is, too (loving is the easy part but there’s so much more than that) Tatsuya’s always going to take the more difficult option as if it’s the true one when it’s handed to him.

And then Tatsuya hugs him closer again, a release, not a vow to do better or even something more nebulous like he’ll try, but worth a hell of a lot (and he doesn’t need better; that’s what always gets Tatsuya into trouble with himself). More, even. Taiga holds him tighter, thinking without saying how much this means, how much he loves and wants and hopes, how if he gives even a little bit of that to Tatsuya it’ll make a difference.

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro (+Kagami&Kuroko ig?)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 601

***

“You miss him,” Tatsuya says. “Did you tell him?”

He can hear Taiga’s quiet breathing on the phone, thinks of the conversation cascading on in his head, the version of himself that accuses Taiga of not missing him, though, missing Kuroko more. Light and shadow, complements, they play so well together, a perfect match, fate—of course Taiga misses Kuroko; Kuroko’s his other half or something of the sort, the things people say that Tatsuya wonders—are they true? (He thinks of a version of himself who’s even lower, meaner, until that self ceases to be himself at all, saying shit he knows is a lie just to get Taiga to refute it only Taiga doesn’t, because he and Kuroko—)

“Tatsuya?”

“Yes, hello? Sorry.” (The first time they’ve talked in a week and Tatsuya’s not even listening, wrapped up in his shitty fantasies; what kind of friend is he, what kind of brother? What kind of person who even thinks about Taiga in that way?)

“It’s okay. I’m moving closer to the window; can you hear me better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

(He can see Taiga, Taiga now in the twin bed that’s too small for him, pushed up against the window like it was when they were kids, when they would gaze out at the sky together and talk about getting stars on the walk of fame, playing against each other every night in the Staples Center, that of course the NBA would rearrange the schedule just for them so that the Clippers and the Lakers would play 82 times a season and then in the finals, too.)

“I mean,” says Taiga. “I do miss him, but—those guys are fine without me. Like, if we’re not playing together…I know most of your friends are connected through basketball, and I know we are, but that’s different, you know?”

Tatsuya hums, assent to show he’s listening, trying not to feel smug or happy; those guys were Taiga’s best friends in Japan, weren’t they?

“We talk about other stuff, too, but…it’s awkward. I feel kind of bad for leaving. Kuroko’s a good guy, and I can’t blame him for being a little mad at me, and I do—I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” says Tatsuya.

“It’s okay; it’s not like—” Taiga sighs. “You know I miss you, though? Like, I know you’re planning on coming back home, and I just. We just caught up with each other and now.”

“You don’t have to talk around it,” says Tatsuya. “I really am sorry.”

“I know,” says Taiga. “I’m sorry about that, too, and I feel like it’s my fault this time that I’m—”

“Don’t even start with that,” says Tatsuya. “You’d be stupid not to take this opportunity, okay? I’m not mad at you.”

(He’s mad at himself, for not getting something similar, for not being able to follow Taiga back, for feeling so angry about all of this in the first place, for being so jealous of someone like Kuroko about everything, for making Taiga think for a second he should be sorry about pushing himself forward and taking a leap just because Tatsuya’s not capable and that’s his own goddamn problem.)

“I’m wearing my ring again,” Taiga blurts. “I know we decided we didn’t have to, but—”

“Me, too,” says Tatsuya, suddenly honest in the abrupt face of Taiga’s honestly, always so disarming against his bets defenses, and, well, it’s over the phone and Taiga’s back home an ocean away; the ring’s been on under his school shirt, resting warm and familiar and right all over again since Taiga had left.