Bonus Round 5: Remixes

[referees]

Bonus Round 5: Remixes

SASO 2016 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


Congrats, this is the home stretch! You've worked hard and created hundreds of fanworks for sports anime fandom to enjoy. This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.

This round ends at 7PM on August 8 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild!
• You cannot remix your teammates' works.
• 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 a 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)

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 Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable), and LINK to the original work you are remixing NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many fills as you want!

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Comments

FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings
based on this fill by lira, who gave blanket permission for remixes

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, M

[fabflyingfox]

Based on Tokyo Ghoul AU HanaSuga written by Megginee, giving permission in the remix thread.
WARNING: Blood in Link

http://fabflyingfox.dreamwidth.org/1723.html#cutid1

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, M

[megginee]

SHRILL SCREAMING HOY SHIT I'M SO FUCKIN GAY,,, ALISTAIR.?!?!?!?!!>!!!DJFSLKDFJASLDKFJAOISDFJASOIDFJPOIDJFSPDOIFOISDJFOIEJDFOIER

FILL: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi, G

[stereosymbiosis]

Word Count: 401
No content warnings. based on this fill by araakita, who gave blanket permission for remixing.

Toudou knocks lightly on the door, and it swings open a few seconds later. Arakita beckons him into the dorm room, scowling. It's the first time Toudou's ever been in Arakita's dorm, and he hadn't expected it to be so normal. Aren't loner boys supposed to have weird stuff in their rooms, like creepy dark posters of metal rock bands, or something? Instead, there's just Arakita's bed with a totally normal (and boring) blue blanket on it, a picture of Arakita's family on the desk, and more than a few pictures of a little dog taped onto the wall. (So he likes animals? Hm. Toudou files that information away for later.) It doesn't even smell weird, or anything. Arakita's roommate isn't in the room, and Toudou's not sure if that's a good thing or not. If someone else was here, it would maybe temper their bickering, and they might actually get some work done. Though, now that he thinks about it, that didn't really help them when they were in the library, surrounded by people -- it just got them kicked out because of their constant back-and-forth insults.

"Let's get started, I guess," Arakita says, throwing a leg over his desk chair and straddling it backwards.

Toudou puts his hands on his hips. "Aren't you going to ask me how I am?"

Arakita stares. "No. I'm not going to do that, idiot!"

Toudou ignores him and heaves his bag off his shoulder. He eyes Arakita's bed, and then his roommate's, but decides to sit on Arakita's just to annoy him.

Toudou starts to talk with what he thinks is a pretty spot-on impression of Arakita as he unzips his bag. "'Hello, Toudou-san, how are you today?'" Arakita must not feel similarly about Toudou's impression, because his eyelid starts twitching erratically. Toudou continues. "Oh, thanks for asking, Arakita-san! I'm great! How are you? 'I was okay, but now I'm feeling much better now that you're here, Toudou-san! You're so smart, so I know we're going to get great marks on this assignment!'"

"I'm going to murder you, and no one is ever going to find the body," Arakita growls.

Toudou just laughs. Maybe a few weeks ago a statement like that would have made him feel uneasy, especially coming from this weirdo, but he knows Arakita well enough now to see that he's all bark and no bite.

Re: FILL: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi, G

[araakita]

Ahhh this is so great!! I love it and really enjoyed reading it! I especially liked Toudou being surprised that Arakita's room is normal and when he imitated Arakita made me laugh. I love the way you portrayed their interactions too. Thank you for writing this!!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G.

[intricacies]

no major content warnings; 1531 words. this is a remix of winterstuck's fill, which is here. blanket permission was given for the remixing.
also i have no idea how to write the baseball

—

It was a whimsical idea, an extension of his hotblooded nature, a product of his desire to become ace over Furuya. Eijun honestly hadn’t even thought it through when the words, “go out with me for a week, Furuya!” came out of his mouth.

What was even more surprising was that Furuya actually agreed, though he wasn’t quite sure if Furuya even knew what going out meant in this context.

This would be interesting (and aggravating, among other things).



Day One (Saturday):

To his surprise, when Eijun is putting equipment back with the managers, Furuya is there. He can’t help the little hint of annoyance that crops up within him as Furuya just watches Eijun place everything in the shed.

“What do you want?” Eijun asks.

Furuya raises his arm to show Eijun his mitt and the baseball encapsulated within it. He says plainly, “let’s play catch.”

It’s another opportunity to show Furuya what he’s made of, so Eijun immediately hops back onto his feet and agrees.

Furuya is silent their entire game of catch, even whenever Eijun yells at him for the powerful pitches that he can’t catch or mocks him for being unable to catch his own pitches.

“Hey, that almost killed me!” Eijun cries out as another powerful pitch whizzes past his head. He trots over to grab the ball again to throw his own pitch, feeling Furuya’s eyes on him the entire time.



Day Two (Sunday):

It’s eleven in the morning when Furuya comes to his table during breakfast and asks him if he can go somewhere with him.

“Where do you want to go?” Eijun asks, purposely loud so the entire cafeteria hears him. Everybody’s eyes are on him and he watches Furuya shift uncomfortably before the boy just grabs onto Eijun’s arm and drags him elsewhere.

“Where are you taking me!?” Eijun finally spits out once they’re in the hallway, only quieted down by an annoyed glare by a passing faculty member.

“Come help me buy a new glove.”

And that’s how they end up side by side in a huge sports shop in the middle of Tokyo.

Eijun finds himself kind of ignoring Furuya next to him though, his own eyes focused on the mitt before him. It feels nice when he tries it on, much better than the one at home or the ones at school, but his only deterrent is the price tag. Ick.

“Let’s go back already! I wanna practice!” Eijun says to Furuya, who seems to be staring very determinedly at a pair of mitts in front of him. Furuya turns his head to return the gaze, blinking before actually speaking.

“Did you want anything?” Furuya raises a brow and plucks one of the mitts off the rack.

“…no,” Eijun says. He can’t admit he actually found something he wanted. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

When he comes out, Furuya has a shopping bag in his hands and they make their way to the train. The entire ride is horribly silent between the two of them, and Eijun doesn’t even know how he can fill the silence this time. They’re in public, Furuya is horrible at talking, and Eijun only knows how to be loud.

They make it back onto Seidou’s grounds and say their good nights, Eijun immediately heading over to the field for some extra practice. He hadn’t found anything out about Furuya yet.



Day Three (Monday):

Eijun returns to a bag lying against his dorm room door after a day of long, grueling practice. He plucks it off the ground, the logo on the plastic looking familiar to him, before sitting down on his bed. His fingers dig into the bag before they bring out the glove from yesterday, and Eijun just stares at it.

He bought it for me?

But it makes Eijun angry and happy at the same time—pissed, because it makes him seem like he can’t afford anything and is taking gifts from his rival, but happy because he’s actually wanted this and Furuya had been kind enough to get it.

Upon hearing the sound of Kuramochi’s voice behind the door, Eijun immediately stuffs the item back into its bag and into his drawer. He’ll have to thank Furuya for this somehow.



Day Four (Tuesday):

At practice, he and Furuya are doing separate pitching practices, so he doesn’t have a lot of time to talk to the other boy. He needs to get better as fast as possible, after all!

After the third consecutive ball that Chris just barely catches, Eijun is sat out for a little bit to relax and think about how he pitches. It annoys him that he’s here, dawdling away while Furuya is only getting better by the second, but he trusts Chris and his expertise, so he obeys. Eijun stands in front of the catching net before swinging his arm back for a pitch, only one thing on his mind.

This entire thing with Furuya is a joke, right?

It doesn’t feel like it, and Eijun isn’t sure how to take it. This sort of confusion is irritating, he thinks as the ball hits the net. This isn’t what he’s expecting.



Day Five (Wednesday):

This time, Eijun is the one who reluctantly invites Furuya out after practice. They end up in Furuya’s room, watching some random baseball movie from the small screen of Furuya’s laptop.

There’s nothing particularly interesting about the movie if Eijun’s honest, but he’s fired up about the protagonist’s loss of motivation. It’s only after the protagonist does what he wants (like, you know, actually try in baseball) that Eijun finally calms down to grumbles and mutters.

When he turns to the side to look at Furuya (whom he expects to be asleep), they meet eyes briefly before Furuya’s own widen and he turns away. Eijun isn’t sure because of the darkness of the room, but the light from the laptop makes him think there might be something red on Furuya’s cheeks.



Day Six (Thursday):

They have a match today. Eijun can barely remember the other school’s name, but it doesn’t really matter anyway, does it? He’s still sitting on the benches while Furuya is out there, on the mound that he wants to be on.

He’ll hold back, he guesses. But he really does want to play, and he keeps shooting glances from the corner of his eye to Kataoka.

Stupid old man won’t let him play.

Eijun can gripe all he wants, but he’s watching the scoreboard closely. Seidou are winning, but not by much; it’s the rest of the team that’s picking up on the points where Furuya’s pitching is lacking. Furuya looks shaken up, and it pisses Eijun off. If he’s gonna be like that, Eijun might as well be on the mound!

“Get yourself together!” Eijun shouts, and Furuya’s head snaps up when he hears that voice, their gazes meeting even with the distance.

Furuya stays quiet for a moment and then nods, the intensity of his focus growing.

Seidou wins the game.



Day Seven (Friday):

It’s the last day.

It feels strange, having to officially end it. Eijun’s gotten used to spending time with Furuya, and it feels weird that he doesn’t have to anymore outside of practices. He calls Furuya out after their practice is over, and the two of them are playing catch underneath the strong field lights.

“Hey, it’s the last day of our…” Eijun starts, and then stops. Of their what? Relationship? Agreement? Arrangement? Whatever it is, it’s supposed to end today.

It’s silent between them for a while until Furuya speaks up.

“I admire you,” Furuya says plainly, and Eijun just stares at him with wide eyes.

Furuya goes silent with a stare that bores into Eijun’s soul.

How the hell is he supposed to react to that? That bastard.

“I—” Eijun starts, heat rising to his cheeks as he tries to find the words and fails. “You better admire me! I’m a good pitcher—better than you, maybe!”

“Not only as a pitcher.”

That actually stuns Eijun into silence.

“Let’s continue this.”

Eijun stays quiet. He can feel himself beginning to sweat under the bright lights—or is it something else—as he tries to say something, but he can’t. His mind is blank.

He had actually… liked his time with Furuya. He couldn’t deny it no matter how hard he wanted to. It was infuriating, to not really learn about anything that could help himself become a better pitcher, but he liked it. And not hanging out as much with Furuya would certainly be strange, Eijun thinks. It would be.

“Fine!” Eijun huffs, looking down at the ground and gritting time to will the heat away from his face.



(“I can’t believe I lost the bet!” Kuramochi says as he bites on his lip and reluctantly takes some bills out of his wallet, holding them out to Haruichi. “I was so fucking sure they wouldn’t last more than a week.”

“Same here,” Miyuki adds on while also giving some yen to Haruichi.

Haruichi can only smile as he takes the money. He knew Sawamura and Furuya would last longer than these other two had guessed.)

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

[winterstuck]

OH MY GOD HOW ARE YOU SO AMAZING AND FAST???? *___________*

This was seriously adorable! I really liked the slow progression of small moments that eventually led to Eijun realizing his original plan had gone awry, and I love how it's Furuya who asks to continue. Also that ending LOL of course the others knew and would bet on this.

Thank you so much!!

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T

[miyukitty]

Warnings: blood, violence, violence to specific body parts (hands, face)

Based on this fill by dynamite (permission here): the oikage fight club au :>

“Until the last man standing, Tobio-chan.”

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T

[dynamite]

Lord help me, this is so delightful. Thank you again.

I love that Oikawa wears his little pastel white combo uni to fight club too. HE WOULD.

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[megginee]

This is a remix of iwaizumeme's fill here c:

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 530



Kenji laughs when he answers the Skype call.

“What?” Tooru asks, pouting immediately.

“You’re naked already!” Kenji replies, grinning.

“I’m wearing underwear!” Tooru stands to prove it, and gestures a little too forcefully at his pelvis. This probably doesn’t do much for his point. Kenji is fully clothed.

He keeps snickering. “You want to do that again? I didn’t see the first time.”

“Stop teasing me,” Tooru says. So Kenji stops, and they just look at each other for a minute, smiling gentle lazy smiles. They talk almost every day, but it’s harder to put aside time to Skype, since they end up on it for hours at a time, and it’s been a couple of weeks since the last time. Kenji looks tired; he always sounds like he’s really busy with grad school stuff. Tooru lets his expression sag first. “I miss you.”

Kenji shifts and leans back in his seat. Both of his hands are out of sight, in his lap, presumably, as he turns gently back and forth in the spinning desk chair he’s sitting in, raising his eyebrows at Tooru. He never seems as stressed when Tooru sees him as when they just talk. He’d said once it’s because Tooru’s face calms him down. “How much do you miss me?” He bites his lip, looking him over.

“I’m being sincere, okay?”

“Sincerely naked.”

“Kenji!” Tooru huffs. “I just took a shower and then I looked at the time, okay? I didn’t have a chance to put on clothes.”

“Oh, silly me, I thought you wanted to have Skype sex.”

Tooru tugs a blanket off the back of the couch and pulls it around himself. Of course. He’s waiting for a more opportune time. “Stop ogling my hot, naked body, you pervert.” Kenji snorts. “Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

He hums and tilts the computer screen down so he can rest his head on his arms on the desk. “You mean since 18 hours ago when I talked to you last?”

“Yes, since then.” The blanket smells kind of like he does. It had been on their bed the last time he was here before he had to go again. Tooru’s been carrying it around for the last month and a half, clinging to the fading comfort of the smell.

Kenji gives a shrug. “Normal stuff, eating, sleeping, etc. Thinking about my boyfriend’s hot, naked, far away body.”

Tooru smirks and lets the blanket fall open over his chest a little bit, watching Kenji’s eyes on him. “You sure do have a one-track mind today,” Tooru muses coyly, playing with a tassel on the end of the blanket.

Kenji leans back in his chair again, spinning in a full circle. “You definitely, one hundred percent started it.” He stops spinning and looks at Tooru dead on. “So you should take responsibility.” His eyes have the look in them Tooru associates with getting fucked out of his mind, and sleeping a deep, restful sleep, both of which are things he could use.

He tilts his head to the side and the blanket slips off one of his shoulders. Now is probably as opportune a time as any.

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[kayable]

WHERES THE PORN

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[miyukitty]

No warnings apply.


Based on this fill by araakita (permission here); the adorable manami-is-a-ghost-online-dating au <3

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

This is gorgeous :)

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[aeglos]

no archive warnings apply. lapslock. from kayable's BR3 fill.
559 words




the earth in oikawa tooru’s heart is barren in junior high. i’m gonna beat him, he’d cried, and he might as well have said by flapping my arms, i’m going to fly home. his tears salt the earth. nothing grows, and it’s almost like being in the desert, for people on the receiving side of his focus. the laserlike heat of his stare, the way he’d study late at night the same plays over and over again, knees pulled to his chest.

it’s bitter going, from earning his place as a setter and learning to play for victory, rather than joy. the regular’s jersey looks different on him, his shoulders never quite bowed completely as he watches their seniors play.

and nothing grows, because he plants nothing there.




by his third year, he’s lost, in the desert in his head, the looming shape of ushijima wakatoshi and shiratorizawa’s immediate victories crushing him down. leaving him to dry out in the sun, brown and brittle.

people leave offerings for graves. for the already-dead, to appease their spirits and let them know that, even in the afterlife, they are loved. he’s left flowers on his grandfather’s gravestone before, lit incense for him once when his mother let him dip the little stick into a tiny flame, held in her hands.

and she’d extinguished the match easily, leaving the scent of incense to burn in his nose.

next time, he’ll just do better. he has to win.




“oikawa-san. teach me the serve--”

(get away--keep away from me--don’t come any closer)




--and it’s swift, quick, snapping limb and everything in him is aflame, everything he sees is fire. there is nothing in the desert at all but himself, and oikawa tooru is burning up alive.

“calm down, dumbass--”




iwaizumi hajime burns him clean. “kageyama-kun, i’m sorry, but that’ll be all for today.” and he dismisses him, that boy, who is so obedient he scuttles out of the gym, ball still in his hands.

god, he can’t breathe. he’s drowning in midair, fingers clawing at the burnt earth. iwaizumi’s hands are hot on his skin, fingers anchored at his wrists. the tendons are swollen underneath.

“that substitution was to clear your head,” he scowls, and lets go of him.




oikawa tooru plants nothing, but something in him grows. growth isn’t gentle: it’s not soft rain, like tears. it’s the hard torrent of sweat and summer sun, and iwaizumi’s words that put in his earth a tiny hope: with six people, the strong are even stronger. it’s a graft.

he can breathe again. sitting on the ground, his head reeling, he can look up at his best friend and breathe, in and out. standing on his own two feet is easy, after that.

“i don’t know why,” and for the first time today, he smiles. “but all of a sudden, i feel invincible.”




with hope, he can see the faraway horizon with clarity, and take rest under its branches.

“you can give it everything you’ve got,” hajime says. he doesn’t have to look at him to know how serious his expression is.

he can honor that: their strength, their sweat, their growth. “i know,” he replies, and toes the line at the court. twirls the ball in his hands, tosses it up in the air. takes a deep breath.

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[kayable]

I'M STILL CRYING AT THIS BUT

"his tears salt the earth"

FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings except
spoilers for... lira's original story fill here
also contains a panel of raz's masterpiece from here which i love
both of these fine content creators have given blanket permissions

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

Warnings: None. (except shoddy photography)

Based on THIS BR1 OiKage fill by coyoteclaw11. Permission granted through DM.

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[miyukitty]

halp these are so cute ;v;

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

Warnings: None. (except shoddy photography (and craftsmanship))

Based on THIS BR2 DaiSuga fill by dynamite. Blanket permission granted in remix permissions thread.

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

[dynamite]

ahhh I just want to say again how lovely this is.... his beautiful fins!! ;A; what are you going to do with him? I'm thinking about all the clay things you've made for SASO and I'm so delighted.

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, T

[fabflyingfox]

No major content warnings
Based on this fill by megginee, who gives permission for remixes in the remix thread.
Pairing: Hanamaki/Yahaba, Matsukawa/Oikawa
Word Count: 996

The first time Hanamaki asked him to come with to Yahaba’s classroom, Matsukawa thought it was really cute, the way Hanamaki stared into the classroom at their kouhai, lamenting how attracted he was to Yahaba.

The second, third, and fourth times, Matsukawa slowly slipped from amused to bored to slightly dead inside, the feeling increasing on the fifth and sixth visits.

It’s not that Matsukawa didn’t care about the romantic interests of his best friend, not in the least. But Hanamaki was dragging this on a lot longer than he had to, and if Yahaba is anything like Oikawa was for Matsukawa to confess to….

...Then Matsukawa just wasted almost a full week’s worth of lunches he could have been spending with his own boyfriend.

This was their seventh visit, and damn if Matsukawa was going to waste one more lunch period watching Hanamaki suffer from being his own cockblock for not even making a move.

“You must be fucking joking,” Matsukawa exhales, ruffling his curly hair as he follows Hanamaki to the Yahaba’s classroom… again.

“I’m going to do it today, Issei, I promise,” Hanamaki’s voice wavered in conviction as his eyes fell on Yahaba’s soft hair from the window and Matsukawa propped himself against the wall.

“How long are we going to stand here today?”

Matsukawa doesn’t remember what he said to Takahiro, probably something about holding both their heads and pressing their lips together so they could get this over with. He feels his cell phone buzz in his pocket, and tries to convince Hanamaki to get his ass in that classroom.

Just confess already Takahiro, please. Matsukawa pleaded as his eyes bore holes into the back of Hanamaki’s head and he verbally threatens to end their friendship. Oikawa keeps sending me texts about how cute your puppy love is and I don’t know how many more times I can take him out to eat to make up for all these lunch periods.

Lucky for both of them, Yahaba approached them both. And, wow. Incredible. Hanamaki is stalling for time. Great.

“Did you need something with me?” Yahaba asks, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Is this your classroom? I literally had no idea.” Hanamaki bluffed. Okay, that’s my cue I guess.

“I’m just here so Takahiro doesn’t get mauled by any second years, but I’m sure you can protect him now,” Matsukawa says, now patting Yahaba’s shoulder has he makes his way to leave. “Bye!”

As he leaves, he pops open his phone to a message from Oikawa:

>Has he confessed his love yet? ♡〜٩( ˃́▿˂̀ )۶〜♡

Matsukawa tapped into his phone, turning the corner back to their classroom:

>Not yet, you thinkin’ we help out today?

He opens the classroom door and Oikawa is waiting for him, eyes shining and lips curled into a smile.

“That’s sounds like a wonderful idea, Mattsun.”

X

“Oi Captain, my captain,” Hanamaki flopped on Oikawa’s back when he returned from Yahaba’s classroom, “I need a huge favor. I’ll even pay you in five milk breads, no, wait, more than that”

Oikawa fell forward a little in his seat before laughing, “My, my, what kind of favor could Makki-chan need from little ol’ me?”

Hanamaki pushed up off Oikawa’s back and turned his shoulders to face him, “Oikawa, please, can you make up a reason to talk to Yahaba after practice today?”

Oikawa’s eyes flickered over at Matsukawa quickly because a serene smile graced his lips, “Why exactly do you want me to do such a thing, Makki-chan? Oh! Possibly,” he brushed his lips by Hanamaki’s ears as he stared at Matsukawa and whispered, “Could you have a thing for our darling kouhai setter?”

Hanamaki gulped and Matsukawa stifled a chuckle. Sure, Oikawa already knew about Hanamaki’s crush, even before Matsukawa confirmed it. But neither of them had told Hanamaki that he knew.

“Are you going to help me or what?”

Oikawa pulled back and put a hand on his chest, “Fear not, Makki-chan, you can count on your beloved captain to help, and I’ll do it for five milk breads and no morning stealing Mattsun from me at lunch break~!”

“Huh. Well alright then.”

X

“YAHOO, YAHABA-CHAN~” Oikawa skipped over to his kouhai after practice ended and beamed, “A word?”

Yahaba stiffened his posture and beamed back, “Oh, Oikawa-senpai! Hanamaki-senpai said you wanted to speak with me earlier.”

“Yes, yes, I’m so glad he delivered that message to you,” Oikawa’s smile grew into a smirk, “Because my message is a confession of love.”

Yahaba’s eyes grew wide as dish plates as his heart began to pound in his throat, “H-huh?! But Senpai, aren’t you dating Matsukawa-senpai?”

Oikawa lilted, “Oh, the confessions isn’t from me, dear Yahaba-chan, although you are very cute,” he licked his lips, “But from Makki-chan.”

Yahaba exhaled but the tension still remained in his shoulders. He could feel a hint of blush on his cheeks as his face lit up. “Really?”

“Dear Yahaba-chan, would I lie to you?” Oikawa wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a softer smile, “And if my word alone isn’t enough, you can ask my boyfriend too~”

Matsukawa came jogging over to the group, an extra pair of shoes sticking out of his bag and a lazy smile on his lips, “I take it you told him?”

“Matsukawa-senpai,” Yahaba pointed to the shoes in his bag, “Are those…?”

“He’s going to be looking for them for awhile,” Matsukawa shrugged before patting Yahaba on the shoulder, “Please save him from himself.”

Yahaba nodded his thanks to the two of them, and headed toward the locker room with conviction that Matsukawa could tell wasn’t wavering any time soon.

“I think we might end up going on a double-date very soon, Mattsun,” Oikawa wrapped his arms around Matsukawa, rubbing their noses together as they turned to head home.

“You buying? Because I think I’ve gone broke taking you out so much these past couple weeks…”

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, T

[megginee]

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ALISTEWSAIT I'MF UCKING MAKIGN EIWEERD NOISES AND SDCREE HING AT THE COMPTUER AND I THINK IM' MCKIND FO DISZZY I THIMK I WAS JOLDING MY BREATH THDW HWOLE TIME IW AS READ ITNGH THAT HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE' EVER

THIS WAS LIK E WONE O FM MY FAVORITES AND YOU REMIXED THE PART I DIDNT' KNOW HOW TO WRIT E AND YOU DID TI SO WOELL GODDA JSDLFKASJDFLKASJDFLKASDJFLK I'M GAY IM FUCKING GAY AND MATSUOI?!?!?!?! OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLYS HIT!!!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! YOU'RE TBE BEST?!?!?!?!?

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, G

[fabflyingfox]

No major content warnings.
This is a remix of This poem by nobetterpicture, whom I have contacted.
Audio length: 1:28

Tear That Collar OFF

Note: The background song used is "Drill Loops" by Basement Jaxx & Metropole Orkest

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, G

[nobetterpicture]

HOLY HSIT???


HOLY SHIT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??



I????A LKJDHASKJDHSA


THIS IS GREAT, THANK YOU???

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[iwaizumemes]

Original Fill by some weird plate of oranges

Major content: sexual content, breathplay, dubious consent

626 words

Akaashi twists his hips again and lets out a staggered breath. The lack of air is making it hard for him to concentrate, hard for him to even see Oikawa’s face or hear his mocking words above him. He’s always talking, so many words that are completely pointless when Akaashi just wants someone to fuck him. A few words make it through the haze and he twists again, pretty bitch, he likes the sound of that more than he wants to acknowledge.

Oikawa’s sitting on his stomach, straddling him, and though they’re still fully clothed he’s harder than he’s been in a long time. This isn’t the best place, the club room between practice matches, and the team would be looking for him soon enough, probably too soon if he knew his ace.

He sucks in a breath, as much air as he can manage in the scant second before Oikawa bears down on him again and let’s out the air in the form of a cry for help. Oikawa laughs again and Akaashi twists beneath him.

He reaches up, scratching at Oikawa’s long fingers as they stretched around his neck. He hoped Oikawa would think he was protesting and squeeze harder, but he just laughed and made some joke. Are you keeping them there, Akaashi-chan? You really do like this, don’t you? and there were the words again, the name that rung in his head.
At this point it was almost too easy to tune him out, to focus on dragging one wheezing breath after the other, to focus solely on the air that kept him alive and the fingers that restricted that, the body weight that pressed down on his sternum. Somehow he wasn’t even focused on his own dick, but he could see where Oikawa’s shorts were tented and how when he tightened his thighs around Akaashi’s waist he twitched.

If he had the ability he’d mock Oikawa right back, make fun of him for being just as turned on as Akaashi was but there was still the matter at hand, and Akaashi coughed when he next took a breath. Oikawa moved then, releasing the pressure bearing down on his stomach and sliding until his ass was pressing down directly on Akaashi’s aching cock. He wanted to twist again, to thrust up, to press against the weight above him until he reached his own release, but he tried his best to resist.
Oikawa leans down and bites somewhere at the side of his neck and Akaashi moans, he can’t help it. Oikawa’s whispering something now, something hot and dirty about being choked and Akaashi wants it. His own hands are pinned down but he wonders how it would feel to reverse their positions, to pull the air from Oikawa’s lungs with his own weight and fingers.

Oikawa moves his hands and one holds firmly at his jaw while the other one slaps him. It’s quick, a sharp sting against his cheek that has him seeing stars and he nearly yelps when it’s repeated, this time on the other cheek. Oikawa’s fingers are digging in to his face now, squeezing and holding him steady as he whispers more and more filthy things to him.

He feels himself getting closer. Closer and closer to the release that has been evading him and he can’t help that he twists his hips again. Oikawa squeezes more, digging into his face so hard Akaashi would make a bet that there will be marks. It’s that thought that finishes him and he jerks his hips, muscles clenching as his orgasm takes him and he lets out a pitiful whimper.

“You came in your pants, pretty bitch.” Oikawa’s voice comes as if through a fog and Akaashi almost could smile.

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[aeglos]

I ACTUALLY WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU
THAT I SCREAMED FOR REAL WHEN I REALIZED
YOU REMIXED 'PRETTY BITCH' SLKDFHSLFH

but he wonders how it would feel to reverse their positions, to pull the air from Oikawa’s lungs with his own weight and fingers

ohohohohoHOHOHO

as if through a fog and Akaashi almost could smile

[OHOHOHO INTENSIFIES]

FILL: team grandstand, m

[putsch]

how could i resist remixing the one and only seijoh sex shop au??

word count: 1745
warnings: well it's definitely nsfw but nothing else major
READ IT HERE :)

Re: FILL: team grandstand, m

[aeglos]

Iwaizumi smirks, feeling suddenly smug as he pulls down the hem of his jeans just enough to show off the black fabric clinging to his hips. "What, you gonna do something about it?"

SCRAEMSES FOR A THOUSAND MILLION YEARS

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[iwaizumemes]

Original fill by my wife AKA Megginee

Major Content: Sexual content, gore, murder, bloodplay, d/s dynamics, bodily fluids including but not limited to blood, knives

607 words

Suga swallowed thickly as he watched Makki’s hand holding firmly on his knife. It was a pretty knife, a gift Suga had gotten him after being together for two weeks. He’d used it to cut the first stitches he’d sewed across his boyfriend’s chest on the night they met. It was good that he was using it tonight, sentimental, Hanamaki was truly a romantic.

The man in front of him shook despite his back being pressed against the wall, his eyes were wide like a scared animal and Suga noticed that he’d already pissed himself, annoying, he thought. The movement was fast, a quick stab, straight in, between the ribs, piercing the heart in a way that killed him nearly instantly. The blood spurted as he pulled out the blade, a thick spray that Suga hadn’t been expecting but that coated the front of Hanamaki’s shirt when he turned to him.

“How do you feel?” Suga asked, though he could see it in Hanamaki’s eyes, the blank, wide-eyed stare- not of horror but of exhilaration.

“Amazing. Just like you said.”

Suga could have laughed, but instead he kissed him, grabbing firmly on the hilt of the knife and taking it from Hanamaki’s hand as he did so. Their bodies were pressed together and he could feel the warmth of Hanamaki’s breath on his neck when he pulled away to breathe. They were both hard, though Suga had been aroused before the man’s body had even hit the floor and he was nearing on desperate.

He let the knife clatter to the floor before pushing firmly down on Hanamaki’s shoulders until he knelt. He looked beautiful like this: covered in blood, kneeling beneath him in total submission. Hanamaki would do anything for Suga, killing a stranger was the least of it.

“Touch yourself for me.” Suga said and Hanamaki whined and sat back on his heels, his legs spread and his jeans stretching taut across his crotch. Suga knew he wanted more, but he wanted to watch first.

Suga closed the small space between them and lifted his foot. He ground down the heel of his shoe on the bulge in Hanamaki’s pants and watched as he writhed in response. He was almost pressing back, increasing the pressure where Suga stepped on him.

He unzipped his jeans without hesitation when Suga pulled away and shimmied them down around his hips. He pulled his cock free and wrapped his hand around it before Suga could see much more than the flushed tip as it curved up towards his stomach.

He was stroking himself dry, moaning into his shoulder where his head was turned but Suga wanted more.

“You look like you’re having some trouble,” Suga said, looking pointedly at Hanamaki’s dry hand. “Maybe you should get creative.”

Hanamaki read his intentions clearly and slid his palm through the spreading pool of blood around him. He stroked himself quickly and Suga watched as the blood spread over his cock in such a way that he wanted to lick it clean. He licked his lips instead and palmed himself through his pants before kneeling down.

His knees were soaked quickly in the blood pooling around them and his hand was wet where he used it to steady himself. He pressed the hand to Hanamaki’s cheek, rubbing his bloody thumb over his cheek bone and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Come for me, Takahiro.” He said, and moved his own hand down to stroke Hanamaki instead. His hips jerked and he came messily over Suga’s hand and the floor between them. The semen floated briefly on the blood before sinking.

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[megginee]

GDJFKJLSDFLKJ THIS SI SO FOCUKING DURITY I MEAN...ALISTAIRS' WAS CUTE BUT OFC YOU WENT FOR THESIN....I'M omfg.... i need to sit down....im alreday sitting down

PEPOPLE KEEP REMIXIME NG MYFC ISLL SIM SO .... laura?!?!??!

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: G

[iwaizumemes]

Original Fill by Xy, found here.

no major warnings

Poem; 18 lines. Text in image for formatting

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: G

[intricacies]

LAURA OH MY GOD!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS FILL I'M REALLY HONORED

i love the push-and-pull you've depicted here with oikawa wanting, needing to do the wanting, but kageyama ends up marking oikawa instead (in more ways than one, huehue)

the second stand is my absolute favorite and AUGH IT JUST KILLED ME?? HOLY SHIT I WOKE UP AND READ IT AND WAS LIKE /CLUTCHES HEART

THANK YOU AGAIN LAURA <3 <3 <3

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, G

[psiten]

no warnings

Remixing blueminuet's Best Buy fill for luckycricket33 in br2!



Japanese text reads as follows:

Tadokoro: I've lost...
Onoda: Eh heh!
Tadokoro: Don't you "Eh heh heh" at me!

Re: FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, G

[blueminuet]

I love this. Poor Tadokoro. He never stood a chance.

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[iwaizumemes]

This is another fill for that filthy plate of oranges

Major Warnings: porn, choking, asphyxiation, humiliation, blowjobs.

635 words

He couldn’t breathe and he was almost certain he liked it. Oikawa’s hands were on his head, tight fists tugging at his hair as he pulled Akaashi’s head towards him with every thrust into his mouth. He wanted to suck him off, with all the finesse he’d tried to perfect over the last couple years but of course Oikawa wanted more. Choke on it, he’d commanded and Akaashi had opened his mouth.

He choked on it now, every breath became more of a whistling wheeze as the air slipped past the drool in his mouth and the thickness of Oikawa’s cock. He was so deep he was nearly in Akaashi’s throat with every movement. He knew Oikawa wasn’t going to stop until he finished and Akaashi had swallowed everything, so he focused on keeping his mouth wide open, jaw slack, throat as relaxed as possible. He was a good listener, obedient, like Oikawa loved to tell him, and he was determined to prove that.

He widened his legs, leaning back on his heels and taking some of the weight off his knee pads. He was grateful for the kneepads, grateful for there being something between his knees and the hard tile of the bathroom floor. It wasn’t easy, precisely, to sit back and let Oikawa fuck his throat with such a force, but a good part of him loved it. He loved the sounds, the sloshing wet sounds of his labored breathing, the quiet panting and subtle groans coming from Oikawa, the occasional squeak of his pads on the tile or the twist of Oikawa’s shoes.

He could feel Oikawa getting close, his taunts were fewer and farther between and, while his hands were still tight and yanking Akaashi’s hair, his hips were moving in slower, longer thrusts. He almost had a chance to breathe before Oikawa shoved his head down, pulling him all the way against his pelvis in a quick movement that nearly sent him reeling. He just managed to keep himself from clenching his jaw and Oikawa held him tight while the muscles in his thighs shook and he came down Akaashi’s throat.

If he hadn’t already been choking he’d be choking then, but he managed not to gag and used the drool that had accumulated in his mouth to swallow a few times after Oikawa pulled out. He was still straining against his own shorts and he wanted to touch himself just to get it over with. He knew he couldn’t ask Oikawa to touch him, no matter how much he wanted to.

Oikawa seemed to notice his distress, and laughed a little as Akaashi wiped his mouth. “Spread your legs,” He said, “You weren’t terrible today, pretty bitch.”
He listened, eagerly widening his stance and when Oikawa lifted his foot, stepping lightly against his erection he didn’t hesitate to push against it. He braced his hands on the floor behind him, sweaty fingers slipping on the cold tile as he pushed his cock up against the bottom of Oikawa’s shoe. The friction was more than enough, through his uniform shorts and underwear and Akaashi felt himself getting close.

Oikawa speaks to him, asking for loyalty in the only way he can: taunting. Akaashi obliged, his throat hurt and he was so close he could have screamed but he stammered out a “No.” No, he wouldn’t let just anyone wreck him like this, it had to be Oikawa, and Oikawa knew that.

He rubbed faster, putting more and more weight on his arms so that when the orgasm hit him he collapsed in a spasm of muscle and a long groan. He barely felt the gentle stroke of Oikawa’s thumb against his cheek, and the soft press of his lips on his forehead before he left Akaashi alone in the bathroom.

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[aeglos]

with all the finesse he’d tried to perfect over the last couple years

t e l l m e m o r e

asking for loyalty in the only way he can: taunting

i can't believe u actually
laura
ur killing me here

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[iwaizumemes]

The original is a fill by my wife, Megan, again I'm sorry for making ur innocence into porn.

Major content: Voyeurism, Masturbation

886 words

It had been innocent, the first time Yahaba just zoned out and ended up staring as Oikawa changed his shirt. Sure, maybe he had a crush, but he knew how to keep himself in check, he had spent two whole years hiding those particularly weird feelings from his captain and all it took was a moment of carelessness and suddenly the whole team thought they knew something about him. It was beside the fact that there actually was something for them to know.

After that things were strange, or stranger than they’d been before. Oikawa was still giving him the extra attention that came with being the future captain, and that was as normal as it could be, but something was different in the way Oikawa was looking at him. Yahaba was afraid that, despite all his joking, Oikawa believed the prevailing rumor that Yahaba had a crush on him. Although, he remembered fondly, Oikawa had called him cute, but surely it didn’t mean anything. Oikawa was affectionate by his very nature, he just hoped he hadn’t messed things up by letting his eyes wander.

It was late after practice when Yahaba was supposed to meet Oikawa to watch a game together. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the action itself, but they were meeting at the club room before walking back to Oikawa’s house together, that was different. Yahaba twisted his hands together nervously as he approached the club room. A light that shone through the windows high on the wall out into the night air was the only evidence that the place wasn’t deserted, and Yahaba walked quickly.

A noise coming through the door stopped Yahaba short just before he grabbed the handle. It sounded like heavy breathing, though that wouldn’t have been loud enough to hear, it was something else, a breathy panting that he recognized but couldn’t place the sound of. He stopped and listened, putting his ear close to the wood of the door. He heard more of the panting, and then something like a whimper that was enough for him to recognize the voice. It was Oikawa, which was to be expected, and for a brief few seconds Yahaba wondered if he’d done something to screw up his knee again.

It hit him suddenly as his fingers wrapped around the door handle: those weren’t sounds of pain, those were sounds of…. Pleasure. His jaw dropped open and he almost ran away. Oikawa was masturbating in the club room, he was jacking off and not being particularly quiet about it and, judging by the time on his phone, Yahaba was already five minutes late, surely Oikawa knew that?

His hand hovered over the door handle again. He could just go in, like he would have if he hadn’t heard anything, Oikawa had to have been prepared for that eventuality, and, it would be embarrassing, but he’d live, probably. He was getting louder again as Yahaba listened, and the whimpering noises were more pronounced. It almost sounded like he was talking, but he couldn’t make out Oikawa’s words. Judging by the speed of the panting Oikawa was almost finished, and Yahaba decided it would be best to just wait. If Oikawa finished and cleaned himself up before Yahaba came in that would be the best case scenario, it didn’t matter if he was late.

“Ya-yahaba-chan.” Oikawa’s voice said more firmly than any of the incomprehensible speaking he’d been doing before and Yahaba thought his knees would collapse. His shoulder bumped the door and his hand gripped the handle for leverage. He froze. He was sure he made a noise, but Oikawa wasn’t stopping. He was chanting Yahaba’s name now, both with and without the honorific. He said the name with every breath.

Yahaba’s hands were shaking and with a shock he noticed his own arousal tenting his pants. Oikawa had slightly quieted down, and Yahaba almost fell again when he spoke.

“Open the door, Yahaba-chan, I want you to watch me.” Oikawa’s voice was wrecked, still full of breathy sighs but Yahaba didn’t know how to say no to that. He couldn’t even get it through his mind what was happening and he opened the door with his shaking hand.

Oikawa was sitting on a bench leaning back against the wall. His legs were spread in front of him and his hand was in his shorts. His shirt was pulled up to his armpits and he had his free hand pinching a nipple. He didn’t look away when Yahaba watched him, and he didn’t break their eye contact. He groaned louder until it was a full on moan and Yahaba watched as he shook through his orgasm, only breaking the eye contact when his eyes squeezed shut involuntarily.

Yahaba wasn’t sure what he was going to do, how he was supposed to react, until Oikawa beckoned him to come closer and smiled. He walked with halting steps, nearly tripping. When he was close enough, almost standing between Oikawa’s still spread legs, Oikawa took his clean hand and held it to the front of Yahaba’s pants.

“I’m glad you liked the show, Yahaba-chan. It was just for you.” Oikawa said, smiling up at him. “Now let’s see if I can help you with this. Maybe teach you a thing or two.”

Re: FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E

[megginee]

HGHGHDK I WANTED TO DO PORN WITH THE ORIGINAL BUT I THINK I WROTE IT DURING MY BLOCK....dfjsdlkfjsdf sdklfjsdfkaslf sdfjlsdfjsldfjsdf sdjfoweisodfuo!!!!!!!!! Wife!!!!!!

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[megginee]

Apparently I can't stay away from my wife's fills so this is also one of iwaizumemes'.

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 712





After the last encounter, I think it will truly be the end. I don’t think there’s a force in the universe that could manage to bring two people again three times after their interest in each other has broken when there are so many other forces trying to keep them apart. Forces created by themselves.

There’s a thing called the Just World Hypothesis, which is many things, but in its simplest form, it says people don’t like to believe that the world is a place where bad things can happen to people if they try to avoid them. Clearly I am a victim of this, since I meet you for the third time since we silently promised to never see each other again.

We’re even older now. It’s been another stretch of years since the last time.

It catches me by surprise and I have no time to react; I just turn around and you’re there.

The first thing I think is that it hurts less this time, somehow. The second is that you’re still beautiful. One of these is a relief, and the other is just something I somehow knew would always be true.

“Iwa-chan.”

I’m getting déjà vu. Three times. Even though the first time was only mine. For you the significance isn’t there—the idea that maybe behind the Just World I’m imagining, there’s a deeper lesson to be learned here.

I look past you out the window of the café. It’s raining, hard. I still haven’t thought of anything to say, and the time since you’ve spoken climbs to a spot of discomfort.

“You don’t have to talk to me, you know.” You look sort of offended that I might have thought this. “Forget I said anything, we can just go back to ignoring each other.” You turn away from me, and I catch your arm.

“Wait, sorry.” I let go quickly when you face me again, not wanting to overstep our fragile boundaries. I rely on the buffer of your coat and my glove to forgive this mistake I might have made. I look at you, trying not to frown. You always used to tease me for looking angry. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

You give a little shrug. “Well, you probably won’t again. We’re moving after New Year’s. To Osaka. My girlfriend has a job there.”

So that’s the end of our story, I realize. It feels no more dramatic than adding a period to the end of a sentence. There’s been no build up. There are missing chapters between this time and the last, and the time before that, and we both stopped reading ages ago when words were still being put down. I nod. “Congratulations,” I say. I offer my hand, preparing to walk out of your life as soon as the exchange is over.

“Give me your phone,” you say instead of taking it. Your face is set in determination, and it throws me. I dumbly pull it out and give it to you, watching as you tap through it. For the briefest second it occurs to me that I should have made sure you weren’t going to do anything weird, but I feel like we might have passed the point of being weird with each other ages ago. You pass it back and I look at the screen where your ancient contact is open. Your old email has been erased and replaced with a new one. “Email me sometime. I’ll get bored in Osaka.”

Oikawa Tooru, bored with no one to talk to? The image is foreign, completely fabricated, but with good intentions. I can’t believe I’m in the position to receive your good intentions again. Beneath and among them are themes of forgiveness and growth that neither of us can put into words in this bright little coffee shop. It’s not the time or the place. Emailing from opposite ends of Japan would give us a buffer of space, remove the complexity of reading the other person like we know how to do, and maybe move on from what’s been holding us back for years.

You look uncomfortable, and I realize it’s because I’ve failed to respond again. “Okay,” I say.

You give a small smile. “Goodbye then, Iwa-chan.”



TAKE THAT I TURNED YOUR ANGST SORT OF HAPPY

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[iwaizumemes]

There are missing chapters between this time and the last, and the time before that, and we both stopped reading ages ago when words were still being put down. I LIKE THIS METAPHOR THIS IS A GOOD METAPHOR.

also how dare u

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Imaizumi/Onoda (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix/cover of this audio fill by stereosymbiosis. (Blanket permission here)

I only did one take for each part of this recording so sorry for some weird timing on unfamiliar lyrics. XD

2 minute, 41 seconds of audio.

Most of the lyrics are the same, but I did change a few minor things:

Imaizumi:
Any dolt with half a brain
Can see that we'd be great in every way
But the race is almost done and I don't think I'm the one
That he will go to at the end of the day

Listen close to the beating of my heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground

I cannot believe my eyes
That he will go with the one I despise
And it's plain to see envy inside of me
is on the rise

Onoda:
I think I found
Someone who will stick around
And when I had just fallen down
He picked me up right off the ground

And I believe there's good in everybody's heart
Keep it safe and sound
With time, we will surely find
That we've got common ground

I cannot believe my eyes
I feel like that I've won a prize
'Cause it seems to me that you just might agree
It was a surprise

Imaizumi: Anyone with half a brain
Onoda: Take it slow

Imaizumi: Could train to win but never yet attain
Onoda: He looks at me and seems to know

Imaizumi: The goal to cross the finish line
Onoda: The things that I'm afraid to show

Imaizumi: And he just doesn't seem to mind that when I lose he will not see me ever again
Onoda: And suddenly I feel this glow

Imaizumi: Listen close to the beating of my heart
Onoda: And I believe there's good in everybody's heart

Imaizumi: And hear that breaking sound
Onoda: Keep it safe and sound

Imaizumi: Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
Onoda: With time, we will surely find

Imaizumi: And crashing to the ground
Onoda: That we've got common ground

Imaizumi: I cannot believe my eyes that he will go with the one I despise
Onoda: I cannot believe my eyes, I feel like I've won a prize

Imaizumi: But it's plain to see envy inside of me is on the rise
Onoda: And it's plain to see passion inside of me is on the rise

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Aoyagi/Teshima (Yowamushi Pedal)

UH. Remix of this fill by luckycricket33 (Blanket permission here)

3 minutes, 47 seconds of audio

Sorry the lyrics aren't super changed, but they're basically T2 already anyway and also I howled in this song for you so actually I'm not even sorry. The backing track is from here.

Hey there, Aoyagi
What's it like in New Leaf City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But boy, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Ginza can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there, Aoyagi
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
When will we meet again

Hey there, Hajime
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, love
Someday is soon; it isn't very far
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there, Hajime
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But we've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Hajime, I can promise you
That by the time that we meet again
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there, Hajime
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and I'll be done with school
And you'll be making history like you do
I know it's true because it's you
You can do whatever you want to
Hey there, Hajime, here's to you
This one's for you

Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
Oh when will we meet again
When will we meet again

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Aoyagi/Teshima (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix of this fill by luckycricket33 (Blanket permission here)

1 minutes, 3 seconds of audio

The original song is this beautiful MLP fansong by Ponyphonic.

Fate has been cruel and laundry unkind
Why didn't I empty my pockets?
The blame was my own; the punishment, too
I promise that this won't repeat

But as an apology, I'll sing you a song
And I will your company keep
While you wash again what I tried in vain,
Which I had too long left to steep

FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: G

[iwaizumemes]

Original fill by the lovely plate of oranges

No major warnings

Poem; 19 lines

Re: FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: G

[aeglos]

[DEMENTOR DEATH SCREECH]

LAURA HWO COULD YOU THIS IS SO