Remix Round

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 Remix Round

Welcome to the remix round! In this round, you’ll make remixes of other participants’ work!

Common remixes are podfics, fanfiction based on art, extended/divergent/different POV fics, and art, but feel free to make whatever creative remix you’d like!

 

This Round is officially CLOSED, but it is perpetually open for new fills.

 
The remix round open on June 16th, 2018 (12AM PT) and will close on August 28th, 2018 (11:59PM PT). (Almost the entire duration of the event!)

Rules

• Choose a fanwork created in a Bonus Round of SportsFest 2018 and make a remix of it!
• You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created for your own prompts.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment on this post.
• You MUST have the creator’s permission to remix their fills. Check out the remix permissions post HERE.
• It’s also polite to message the original creator that you’ve remixed their fill.

Posting Fills

Minimums

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)

• 400px by 400px (art)

  • Traditional art is also allowed with a good quality photo/scan

• 14 lines (poetry)

• Playlists - 5 song minimum with artists. Link to either a video playlist, or each song separately. Be sure to warn for content in the music videos, and you may find linking to lyrics helpful. You may also write an explanation of why you chose each song.

• Moodboards - 9 photo min, source all photos, and no fanart allowed (unless it's your own)

• If you’d like to use a different medium, please contact the mods if you have any questions about minimum requirements.

There is no max work cap.

Format

FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]

• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
• Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
• Find the SportsFest guide to tagging, HERE.

Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses. Make sure that you use this format so that the bonus round scorer can count your remix!

 

(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/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags on the tags page as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous tumblr style tags.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") <strong>Remix Permission:</strong> (This line is optional. Please list specifications or caveats, if any.) <strong>Link to Original Fill:</strong> (<a href="URL HERE" _fcksavedurl="URL HERE"></a>) (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 after the asterisks.)

NSFW Fills

All NSFW fills must be posted in the corresponding Remix Round post in the After Hours community. To join, click here.

After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours Remix Round Post.

You may make NSFW remixes of a minor’s fill, but they MUST be posted on the AfterHours comm, and the minor will NOT be given access to read it. The minor must also give EXPLICIT permission that NSFW remixes of their fills are allowed (either by giving blanket permission, or by specifying it).

Scoring

20 points per fill for first (8n) fills (where n is the number of members on your team)

10 points for any additional fills

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Additional Information

A Tip: We all want SportsFest to be a fun and safe environment. If you notice someone has made a mistake in their required tagging, or any other html or rules related aspect of their comment, do let them know, message them privately rather than replying - if you reply, they can’t edit the comment! If you aren’t comfortable letting the commenter know directly, contact a mod and we will make sure they update the required tags.

You may find Icie's Bonus Round Database helpful in trying to find fills to remix!

If you have any questions, feel free to contact a mod.

 

Comments

FILL: Team Daiya, G

[kerrie13]

Ship/Character: Kawakami Norifumi/Umemoto Sachiko
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none
Remix Permission: Sure?
Link to Original Fill: Here

I can't draw sweaty people lmao but I tried! Also the background was referenced from a screen cap, the effect is not the same lol

***

Re: FILL: Team Daiya, G

[karasunovolleygays]

sdl;gkjs;dl they're so cute! thanks for loving them with me!

FILL: Team Sowlmates, G

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Ennoshita/Terushima
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: English to French translation
Word Count: 540
Remix Permission: If you can?
Link to Original Fill: Here

Yay! My first fic translation ever! I had lots of fun, even if the French dialogue format is a bit of a nightmare sometimes. It's far from perfect, but I did my best! Hopefully I'll only get better as the event progresses

Consider this my thank you gift for the fill ♥

(Ennoshita still refuses the babe-chan, even when it's bébé-chan)

***

— Ok tu peux ouvrir les yeux maintenant! s’exclama Terushima, fier de lui.

— Yuuji…Yuuji c’est merveilleux! répondi Ennoshita, émerveillé par leur destination, Comment as-tu trouvé cet endroit?

— Beaucoup d’e-mails et de recherches internet. Tellement, admis Terushima

— J’arrive pas à croire que tu aies trouvé cet endroit, j’aurais jamais cru qu’il soit encore là! dit Ennoshita, les larmes aux yeux.

Terushima avait passé les six derniers mois a réfléchir et à organiser tout ça. Les quatre derniers mois avaient en fait servis à chercher cet endroit. Ennoshita avait un vieux film romantic favori. Il n’était même pas très populaire à sa sortie, encore moins dans les trente dernières années depuis cette dernière. Mais Ennoshita adorait ce film et Terushima était déterminé à emmener Ennoshita à la scène de la ville. Il lui fallut faire un peu de travail de détective, puisque le clocher avait brûlé il y a vingt ans et le nom de la ville avait récemment été changé dû aux nouveaux développements du côté nord de la ville, et que cette section se trouvait dans le quartier historique.

— Alors, tu veux aller où en premier Chikara-chan? demanda Terushima, poussant légèrement Ennoshita du coude.

— Partout! souria Ennoshita, toujours en admiration de l’endroit.

— Eh beh commeçons alors! dit Terushima, prennant la main d’Ennoshita dans la sienne.

Les heures qui suivirent furent quelques-unes des plus heureuses que Terushima eu passées. Ennoshita s'émerveilla de voir la ville de près et pris des tonnes de photos des décors ses scènes favorites. Quelques-unes de ces dernières était des reproductions de scènes de baisers pour lesquelles Terushima était plus qu’heureux de se porter volontaire.

Après avoir emmené Ennoshita à un restaurant qui figurait dans le film, Terushima était fin prêt. Il était temps d’emmener Ennoshita à la place principale où se trouvait la fontaine. Ennoshita acquiesça, bien évidemment, puisque le soleil commençait à se coucher, rendant sa partie favorite de la ville encore plus belle.

— Chikara-chan? demanda Terushima, nerveux.

— Ça va Yuuji? demanda Ennoshita à son tour, inquiet des nerfs soudains de son compagnon.

— Oui, c’est juste que j’ai beaucoup réfléchi ces derniers temps... Et je voulais te demander quelque chose. C’est vraiment important mais je veux faire les choses bien, admis Terushima

— Eh bien, tu peux prendre ton temps, mais si c’est important tu devrais probablement me poser la question, répondit Ennoshita tout en essayant de garder son calme - Terushima ne posait pas de questions “importantes” en temps normal.

— Bon, quand faut y aller. Je t’aime Chikara-chan. Tu es la meilleure chose qui me soit arrivé. Je suis heureux de pouvoir passer les matinées dans notre lit à se bagarrer pour savoir si c’est mon tour ou le tiens de sortir du lit pour faire le café. Je suis heureux d’avoir quelqu’un avec qui regarder des films à l’eau de rose. Je suis heureux qu’on fasse équipe pour tout, que ce soit pour cuisiner ou aller au marriage d’un ami. Et je veux continuer à te garder à mes côtés pour tout le reste. Définitivement, Terushima prit une grande inspiration avant de se mettre à genou et de finalement demander, Veux-tu être mon bébé-chan pour toujours?

— Rien que pour ça, je ne te répondrais pas avant demain.

~~

(Il dit oui)

Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, G

[carrotgirl]

woah!!! amazing Panda!!!! 110% A+++

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[littlerain]

Ship/Character: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Song
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Yep, ask me before !
Link to Original Fill: Ki's tsukkiyama poem from BR1

Hey long time no sing on a non anime song, it was fun !! (recording was a pain and still imperfect but,,,)

***

here's the song bc youtube player's html doesnt work here


Remain my summer days

Five summers ago you were like that,
Hangers without closet, and fridge without any food
All yours pockets lead to holes
Not a single dime left under this roof.


Ooh, and they drift away


That night, running after starlight
With a bottle of sweet lime
Drink that i once said i like
I miss you when I’m dreaming your sun warm
Sparkling in my throat cause
I am only cosmic dust.


Three summers ago you were like that,
Moving ten hours away, and never calling me back
All our meetings lead to bed
Every single fizz told “don’t let him go”


Ooh, and they closed the gap


That night, running after starlight
With a bottle of sweet lime
Drink that I once said i like
I love you when I’m feeling your sun warm
Sparkling in my throat cause
I am only cosmic dust.


I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can't have it, I can't have it any other way
I swear on all the summers we’ve missed,
But now I know better and I will not let you go.


In dawn, running after sunlight
With a bottle of sweet lime
Drink that I once said i like
I miss you when I’m dreaming your soft voice
Slipping in my ears cause
You’re a part of my universe


That day, running after street lights
With a bottle of sweet lime
Drink that you once said you like
I love you when I’m feeling your cool lips
Spreading on my neck cause
You’re a part of my constellation.


In dusk, running after moonlight
With a bottle of sweet lime
Drink that I once said i like
I love you when I’m feeling your sun warm
Sparkling in my throat cause
I am nothing here
Sparkling in my throat cause
I am only cosmic dust.

Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[hanavmaki]

LATE TO COMMENT ON THIS BECAUSE I WAS TRAVELING BUT

little, this is so amazing— i'm infinitely shocked but also super thankful & pleased that you remixed this into such a wonderful song agsdjfk ;;;; this is the best birthday present ever and you made it 100x more beautiful ;;;; i'm super in awe at you always!!!! please keep creating such wonderful things <3 keep on shining!

FILL: Team Daiya, T

[kerrie13]

Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Kuramochi Youichi
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Distractions, kabedon, smooching
Word Count: 690
Remix Permission: sure
Link to Original Fill: Here

I couldn't help but remix this, since it was the cutest thing ever. Continuation ahoy~

***

Sleep was hard to come by that night. He kept thinking about Kuramochi’s mouth, about it being mashed against his, about the delicious current that shot through his body at the contact. He could practically still feel the kiss and it haunted his dreams.

There was a part of him, the part that shrunk from social contact in general, that screamed to let it go. To run away and pretend he hadn’t investigated and found out that Kuramochi liked him, to pretend he hadn’t cornered him and taunted him into a kiss. This part, a nasty, nasally voice, told him that he didn’t need the hassle, that Kuramochi would just get tired of him anyway, because who could put up with him for very long?

But Kuramochi had been putting up with him for two years by that point and in that two years had apparently decided that he liked him anyway. That had to mean something, right?

Miyuki decided to ignore the unhelpful voice. Unfortunately, that didn’t help his problem with distraction. His dreams chased him into the reality of the day. The moment he saw Kuramochi, the kiss came rushing back and he found himself a little breathless. Had Mochi always been so handsome? Sure, he was a little rough around the edges, but Miyuki decided he kind of liked the feral air he had. He liked Mochi’s quick grin and wild hair. He liked the eyes that seemed to pin him in place every time he looked at him.

He had never really considered the other boy the way he was considering him now, but now that the flood gates had been opened, it was all he could think about.

Thoughts about when he could get Kuramochi alone consumed him to the point that others were noticing. Nori kept glancing between him and Kuramochi, brow furrowed a bit. Shirasu gave him a strangely knowing look, before pulling Nori’s attention away. The worst was Kuramochi himself, who kept glaring at him like he’d committed some mortal sin. And maybe he had, if missing a couple pitches was a mortal sin.

Okay, so he wasn’t particularly proud of that. But it wasn’t his fault Kuramochi looked so good at bat.

Miyuki wasn’t proud of his distraction, and realized he was going to have to do something about it. He couldn’t keep wondering – he had to find out.

A bit of luck turned his way that night when, after he’d bathed, Kuramochi pounced on him and dragged him to some darkened corner where they were completely alone. “What the hell is up with you today?” The shorter boy spat, glaring at Miyuki in exasperation.

By that point, however, Miyuki’s brain had already melted and all he could think about was kissing Kuramochi again. Without answering, Miyuki managed to back Kuramochi into the wall of the building they were behind and then trapped him there with a hand beside his head and his leaning body. “Your fault,” Miyuki said, a teasing grin on his face. “You started it~”

Kuramochi’s face scrunched. “What the hell are you talking about, you bastard-”

Miyuki cut him off, slanting his mouth against his and kissing him in a decidedly different fashion to the one they’d shared the night before. This kiss was soft, a little hesitant, because he wasn’t sure how Mochi was going to react, and more than a little teasing. Miyuki liked getting a reaction out of his friend – boyfriend? – and couldn’t help himself.

Kuramochi made a growling noise in the back of his throat and darted his hands out to grab Miyuki by the middle and pull him more firmly against him. “Kiss me properly, you bastard,” he muttered, trying to draw Miyuki into a deeper, less teasing kiss.

Learning quickly, Miyuki decided that it was much more fun to tease the other boy, to nibble a bit on his bottom lip and try to whip him into a frenzy. He liked when Mochi got pushy and demanded, it made him feel like he really did want to be with him here, in this moment.

And maybe, all the moments that followed.

Re: FILL: Team Daiya, T

[karasunovolleygays]

I love 'tripping and falling into a feeling' Miyuki. He knows a lot about a lot, and what he doesn't know about he doesn't particularly care, so seeing him stymied by something as simple as looking at someone he sees every day in a new light is delicious. He's so ruined and he doesn't even know it. Guh.

Thanks so much for the remix. This was fabulous. :D

FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[equinoxchick]

Ship/Character: Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Nightmares, mention of food (it's Osamu,that's a given)
Word Count: 653
Remix Permission: Well, it's a remix already, but go ahead.
Link to Original Fill: here
A/N: remix of the wonderful tookumade's fill, this is a few nights later ...

***

He’s being chased again.

And this time he can’t blame a newspaper article, an art installation, a late night movie, or even Osamu’s faint snuffling beside him.

He’s being chased and he can’t see who it is. They don’t have faces, and looking over his shoulder, he doesn’t even think they have bodies. Formless.

They can’t harm me. It’s smoke. It’s mist. It’s fog and it will disappear and—

This is a dream, Rintarou. It’s only a dream. You can wake up any time. You can—

One of the forms has grasped him, its fingers on his shoulder, and he lashes out with his hand, desperate to get free.

“OW!”

The formless smoke feels all too real. His hand has connected with its nose. Nose … so it must have a face now.

“Rin…”

He jerks to sitting.

“Rin,” Osamu repeats. “Are you awake now?”

“Yeah… I’m …” He blinks, trying to accustom his eyes to the dark, but it’s earlier than it’s been before, and the pale sun hasn’t even started its climb. “I hit you, didn’t I?”

“Mmm, yeah. It’s nothin’.”

“I thought you were…” It sounds ridiculous.

“I get it.” Osamu slides up the bed, leans against the headboard and reaches for Suna’s hand, kissing the knuckles. “I forgive you, badass-hand. You saved Suna Rintarou from the faceless zombie things.”

Suna smiles slightly, and tilts his head to the side. “They don’t have bodies now, either.”

“Still chasin’ you, right?”

“Yeah.” He rakes his hand over his face. “Sorry, you go back to sleep. I’ll sleep on the sofa or something.”

“Hey, why would you do that?” His voice is soft, even as he questions him.

“Because for once, you’re the one on a schedule and need your sleep. I can catch up later today.”

“Third nightmare this week, Rin,” Osamu says softly. “Maybe we should talk about it?”

“I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

“Naw, I can catch up on the plane.”

And although Suna didn’t mean to, he feels himself shift, feels a discernible flinch on his usual imperturbable face. And he knows that Osamu, even in the dark, has seen.

“It’s only two months,” he murmurs.

“I know.”

“You c’n fly out anytime… if you’re able get time off.”

“I’ll try. You know that.”

“Yeah, sure I know.” He smoothes Rintarou’s hair behind his ears, letting his fingers trail to his neck and shoulder. “You know I want you to visit, don’t you?”

“Do you?” He wishes he could swallow the words, wishes he’d never voiced them but it’s dumbass o’clock and Suna’s too stupid with lack of sleep to keep up his usual guard.

“Is that what this is about?”

And he doesn’t know. Logically, in daylight hours, over breakfast or dinner, he can tell with absolute surety where they’re heading, that he wants Osamu, and is wanted equally in return. But at night, when it’s dark, when Osamu falls asleep so quickly, Suna finds himself fretting.

What if I’m not enough for him?

“I’m fine,” he says again and tries to wriggle away, to at least pretend he is so Osamu will fall back to sleep.

But Osamu holds him tight, presses his lips to his hair, and whispers. “I’ll call you every day. Three times if you want. And if you get more nightmares, then I’m on the end of the phone.”

“If it’s three am, you’ll be eating dinner.”

“Uh … yeah, I guess I can skip a course. ‘Tsumu’ll save me something.”

Snorting, Suna tilts his face upwards to peck Osamu on the nose. “You can’t skip meals, and that brother of yours will steal everything.”

He shrugs. “I’ll go hungry. Or…” He grins, the solution coming to him. “I’ll eat in my room, and get takeaway.”

“You’ll get indigestion, and you’ll never sleep.”

“Then I’ll call you,” Osamu says happily. “And you can tell me all about the breakfast you’re having.”

Re: FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[tookumade]

THEY

YOU

T_____T I am 1000000% on board for this, it's bittersweet in the best way and you have destroyed my pancreas aaaaaahhhhhh thank you for remixing this slfkjhgf

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[littlerain]

Ship/Character: Oikawa/Sugawara
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Oikawa's even gayer
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Yes ! Contact me before
Link to Original Fill: buni's poem

i did this at 1am and i can't believe the result

***

Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[deducingontheroof]

THESE COLOURS ARE SO PRETTY IM SCREECHING

FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[themorninglark]

Ship/Character: Kita Shinsuke & Inarizaki third years
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: third years and Feelings™
Word Count: 545
Remix Permission: sure!
Link to Original Fill: kita and tea, by tookumade

thank you for breaking me out of team jail, i hope you like this remix ♥

***

houjicha.
It’s Shinsuke who first discovers the old shrine. He had come early to scout out a good running route in the vicinity of school, and he had taken a dirt path winding gently upwards, towards a view of the distant sea. Later, when Aran remarks that it’s just the sort of place with Shinsuke’s name all over it and teases him about his omnipresent deities leading him here, Shinsuke smiles and says it was nothing so fateful as Aran imagines. It’s just him and a balmy spring drizzle, two weathered stone guardians and a rustling in the grass that might have been the wind, or a wild animal; either way, it means him no harm. It’s just him and the comforting scent of damp earth in the morning dew. When he closes his eyes, it smells like his kitchen and his grandmother’s favourite tea.

ochazuke.
Sincerity is an altar that he builds, brick by brick. Here, on the steps he’s cleaned by hand; here, in the shadow of a camphor tree and his teammates’ hushed voices, the shrine feels like it might be alive once more. It was damaged in an earthquake, he’d learned, not so long ago. The priest who used to look after the place has retired to another temple in Kyoto, but as Shinsuke rests one hand on the faded torii, the crimson red finally visible again after he’d scrubbed off the mould, he thinks this shrine was never dead, just sleeping. He hopes he has woken it gently. Akagi’s run up to the edge of the hill, and he’s facing westward now, shielding his eyes with one hand as the sunset lights up the grin on his face. The taste of tea and rice lingers in Shinsuke’s mouth. Faith and sincerity, found in a simple dinner with his friends, and the consecration of a space that Shinsuke finds he is happy to share.

oolong.
Aran had thumped him on his back and said, with a hearty laugh, race you up the slope, and Shinsuke had let him go with a smile, opted for a sedate stroll up the now well-worn dirt path instead. Aran is more than a match for him when he’s firing on all cylinders, and Shinsuke is tired. They’re all tired. It’s been a long day, and yet—after the hugs and the high-fives, after getting off the bus, the quick debrief in the school courtyard—they’d all found themselves heading this way, as if there were some prayer in the wind waiting to be shaped by the four of them. There are moments when Shinsuke wonders if Aran was right about the deities after all. It’s not like he can hear them call his name, but perhaps deities don’t need to be quite so overt. Step by step, the little things have brought him to this altar, over and over again; every time, he has a new offering to lay there. He feels a hand at his shoulder then, and he turns to see Oomimi, holding out an open bottle to him. Shinsuke takes it with a grateful nod. Sometimes, chilled oolong tea from a vending machine tastes better than anything from Kansai's finest teahouses. He brings it to his lips, and drinks deeply.

Re: FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[tookumade]

LOUD WINKS YOU'RE WELCOME AND THANK YOU FOR THE PUNCH TO THE SPLEEN I enjoyed this very much, it feels like... a refreshing breeze in a nostalgic place aaaaahhhhh thank you ;v;

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[littlerain]

Ship/Character: Futakuchi/Ennoshita
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angsty post match in their third year (probably their last official game)
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Yes! Ask me before
Link to Original Fill: august's fic

There's way more strokes than necessary and feels less straightforward than the Suga one but,,, im on my way to master that new style you're not ready for this sldfj
***

FILL: Team ReelFriendShip, G

[pugglemuggle]

Ship/Character: Isabella Yang/JJ Leroy
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: hockey player Isabella, dumb teenagers flirting, meet cute kinda? slight angst at the beginning, anxiety mention, very minor injury (some bruises)
Word Count: 1,007
Remix Permission: Go for it!
Link to Original Fill: Click!

ok so siwaraes's fill was so pretty, it made me think a lot more about isabella introspectively? enter: this remix. plus everyone knows how much of a sucker i am for hockey player!isabella so,,,,,

***

Isabella tears off her helmet and skates to the side of the rink to find her water bottle. It's five-thirty in the morning and the rink is empty, but Isabella's head feels close to bursting. Fifty percent. Only fifty percent of her slap shots when in today, and there isn't even a goalie. She'd hoped the practice session would help her clear her head, but all she's managed to do is make herself more frustrated. College recruiters aren't going to look twice at her if she can't get her act together.

She takes takes a swig from her bottle, closes her eyes, and breathes.

Isabella is sixteen years old. Her family has just moved from Vancouver, BC so she could start playing for a youth league here in Colorado Springs, a league that is renowned for churning out heaps of NWHL players and Olympians alike. She has a personal trainer now and is getting more rink time than she ever has in her life. Everything is perfect—but ever since the move, she's been off her game.

You're too slow, too small, not aggressive enough, not good enough—

Isabella takes another drink and tries to blink away the stinging in her eyes. Her rink time is almost up. She should probably try at least a few more shots before she leaves the ice...

"So you're the one who snagged my usual practice slot, eh?"

A voice to her right almost makes her drop her water bottle. She turns on her skates, spraying ice across the painted center line of the rink, and sees a kid about her age leaning against the boards at the bench.

"Um." Isabella has no idea how to respond to this guy. "Sorry?"

"It's fine—it's my fault for not booking rink time until the last minute. I was able to snag the slot after yours, so we're good," he says with a grin. He's wearing a light jacket and red leggings—a figure skater, maybe? He's certainly got the build for it. She looks back up to meet his eye only to find him grinning even wider, and she realizes, a little belatedly, that he probably thinks she was checking him out. Fuck. She doesn't know what to say.

Luckily, she doesn't have to suffer in the awkward silence for too long. "I'm JJ," the skater says, breaking the ice and extending his hand. "I'm a figure skater here. Nice to meet you...?"

"Isabella," Isabella says. She rushes to drop her glove and accept the handshake. "I'm new in town."

"I thought so," says JJ, rubbing the back of his neck. "I feel like I'd remember you if I'd seen you around."

Huh. Now she really does check him out.

He's got one of those conventionally attractive movie star/athlete/celebrity faces. He seems to actually take care of his hair, which is more than she can say for most of the hockey guys she knows. He's definitely not bad to look at. There's something about his posture and expression that gives off an aura of deliberate confidence, not quite casual enough to seem effortless. It reminds her of her game face, the persona she puts on right before a match to keep herself from giving into the nerves. The comparison puts her a little more at ease.

"You any good?" she asks him, and she takes a bit of pride in the way his eyes widen before the bravado comes back.

"Judges seem to think so," he laughs.

"Prove it."

She doesn't have to ask twice. "Alright," he says, hopping over the boards and skating a couple quick laps around the rink as she watches. He does a little bit of warm-up footwork, a spin or two. Then he heads to the half of the rink that's clear of her net and pucks, skates backwards around the bend, and jumps.

The whole thing is over in a fraction of a second. He spins a dizzying number of times, faster than she can count. His arms are tucked close to his chest. He seems almost weightless in that moment, suspended in the air just above the ice—until he comes crashing down and eats it against the boards.

"Shit," she says, and rushes forward. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I promise," JJ insists, popping back up to his feet. He's rubbing his arm where he hit the wall, and there's a faint purple bruise already starting to form on his cheek. "I probably should have warmed up a little bit more. Hah."

"Sorry for egging you on," she says. Now that she's not worries about him breaking a bone or something, she's having trouble not laughing. God. She should probably act a little more sympathetic. It's not like she wasn't just fucking up all her slap shots before he got here. Though, the failed shots seem almost distant now, like they happened hours ago instead of minutes. Her anxiety has slinked off to the back room. She feels...normal. It's been a while since she felt like this.

"Hey JJ," she says before she can think better of it. "When does your rink time end?"

"Six?"

"Alright. Let me buy you a coffee at six?"

The bewildered way he smiles at her now is actually kind of adorable. "That's not fair. I was just about to ask you that."

"Tough luck. I asked first, and I also stole your rink time and made you bash your face against the boards. Pretty sure that means I should buy."

"But a gentleman always pays."

"That's dumb. How about this..." Isabella says. "If I make four slapshots in a row, I get to buy the coffee. If I don't, then you buy."

"Deal," JJ says.

She makes five slap shots in a row. Her fire is back, and she's got a date with a boy who seems just as desperate to prove himself as she is. Maybe this means things are finally looking up.

Those college recruiters better watch out.

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Sawamura Daichi/Terushima Yuuji & Ennoshita Chikara
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Major Character Death
Other Tags: Psycho-Pass AU, Angst, Babe-chan, Podfic
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Talk to one of us first!
Link to Original Fill: HERE

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[littlerain]

I AM SO GLAD you did them all ILY
so this is where everything began

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Sawamura Daichi/Terushima Yuuji & Ennoshita Chikara & Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Major Character Death
Other Tags: Psycho-Pass AU, Angst, Funeral, Podfic
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Talk to one of us first!
Link to Original Fill: HERE

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Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[littlerain]

The tone in the first and second paragraphs fit so much.
I especially liked the "Enno-chan" part, actually every dialogue was well done
Good job !!

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru & Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Psycho-Pass AU, Not On A Mission, Office Life, Smoking, Podfic
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Talk to one of us first!
Link to Original Fill: HERE

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[littlerain]

"- Has anyone see the last piece of my super limited autumn edition black chocolate topping chestnut cream and meringue puff ?"
That's without a doubt my favorite line, with "Schuga", and "Tet-su-chan" and the "pain in ass" ;;
It was hard to chose, the whole thing was nicely narrated

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Terushima Yuuji & Ennoshita Chikara
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Psycho-Pass AU, Babe-chan, Angst, Work Life, Podfic
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Talk to one of us first!
Link to Original Fill: HERE

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[littlerain]

Anww Enno-chan staring at his colleagues flirting part you did it so well
And here again the dialogues parts aaah there are good, rly good

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Other Tags: Psycho-Pass AU, Murder, Inspectors on a Mission, Podfic
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Talk to one of us first!
Link to Original Fill: HERE

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[littlerain]

I think that's my favourite so far. the feeeeelings you totally conveyed them through your voice
(also i rly like how you did the "guardings to lurchers" lines)

Fill: Team Daiya, G

[hilaryfun]

Ship/Character: kominato ryousuke/isashiki jun
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: granted
Link to Original Fill: Link

This was such a lovely drawing - I had fun coloring it!

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Re: Fill: Team Daiya, G

[babster]

i love the coloring! the way you did the sky is lovely, and the way you colored works wonderfully with the linework.

FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[equinoxchick]

Ship/Character: Tsukasa Eishi & Kobayashi Rindou
Fandom: Shokugeki no Souma
Other Tags: friendship, cats,
Word Count: 787
Remix Permission: Yes, especially if you write this from the cat's POV
Link to Original Fill: link

A/N: I loved the original a lot and thought the characterisation was perfect! This is from Eishi's POV and is about the photograph he took.

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It’s the middle of the afternoon, and a rare day off, when Eishi sees it. Normally he ignores what’s going on around him, especially when he has his journal out, because even though he’s not working, his mind is always in the kitchen. It’s who he is.

But there’s a stream close by and the faint burble of the water is interrupted with a tinkling splash and this catapults him back to the Amazon.

The park with its uniform trees and serried rows of flowers standing to attention is nothing like the Amazon. It’s a place he visits because he likes the harmony, likes the structure, likes the ‘quiet’. It’s as unlike the Amazon as chilli sauce is to tofu, but he’s learnt to appreciate both.


At the time he wondered if Rindou had invited him on her world trip on a whim. Or because she was scared to be alone. Yet when he’d hinted at her reasons, she’d murmured something about it being on her mind for a while and ‘you don’t have to come with me, but kinda thought it could be cool.’

She’d hired a jeep in Brazil, loading it with fishing nets, spear guns, baskets and bait, then slammed the door on the driver’s side while she waited for him to get in.

“Can you drive?” he’d asked.

“Sure.” The gears had screeched and they’d jerked forwards down a dirt track, but after a while she appeared to get used to the controls and they'd arrived in one piece, even if Eishi’s knuckles were white.

(Later he found the fake ID in her bag, but was too exhilarated by their catch to bring it up. And when she hired a car for to take them to Peru, he’d closed his eyes to the illegality of it.)


The yowl jerks him out of his reminiscences, and from the Amazon he lands back to present day and the perfection of the park. Except it’s not perfect. There’s a sound that’s not quite right, that’s disturbing his day and he’s not going to get back to devising his new scallop dish with it gnawing at his mind. So he closes his notebook and strolls over to the stream.

The cat is black.

And mewling.

And wet.

It makes its way to the bank, but on spying Eishi, arches its back and hisses. Then it begins to make an odd jumping move, where its feet all land at the same time and its tail is ramrod straight in the air. Eishi’s pretty sure that if its fur was dry, its hackles would have risen, but bedraggled it looks small and pathetic, in need of help.

But would rather die than accept it—even from a friend.

Rindou had fallen into the river. She’d been yelling at Eishi to ‘catch the damn catfish’ then over-reached and tangled herself up in the net. Torn between helping her and keeping hold of the fish, he’d settled on the latter because she’d have yelled louder if he’d forfeited that.

“NO NO. I’M FINE!” she’d shouted, but had been hobbling to the bank.

“Hey.” He’d thrown a towel at her then a candy bar, and been rewarded with a twist of a smile.

The cat is still spitting at him, then charges off in the direction of a tree, getting to the first branch where it licks itself dry.

“Hey, catkin,” he calls, delving into his bag. “I bought some scallops. Want to try one?”

Rindou’s reply is a laugh, followed by a picture of the hotel she’s rocked up to, spending what’s left of her money on a decent room and a long soak in the bath.

[Will you be back soon?] he asks.

[Not sure. Might get a job and stay in one place for a while. Did the cat escape?]

The cat jumps down from its branch, ignores Eishi and stretches out a paw to reel in the food.

[No it’s settling down.] he sends back, along with a picture of the cat, now digging into a second scallop. He considers stretching out his hand to tickle it under the chin, but the cat glares at him until he offers it another scallop, and then butts its head against his fingers.

[Ha – you won’t get rid of it now.]

[Maybe I’ll keep it. Call it Rindou-chan.]

There’s a long pause before she replies, and he wonders if she’s lost her connection. Reaching for his book, Eishi makes a note to try chervil in the white wine sauce, and perhaps a hint of chilli.

He message flashes up on his screen. [Make sure you take care of my namesake. I want to see this amazing animal when I get back!]

Re: FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[presivion]

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

thank you for this, it honestly made my day ;; i didn't even consider for a second him keeping the cat and this is such a glorious idea, really. the moment in which eishi sees rindou in the cat is incorporated so smoothly into the story and i love the mini flashback. everything about this is absolutely perfect and i'm really glad you chose to write this!! <3

Fill: Team Daiya, G

[hilaryfun]

Ship/Character: Yuuki Tetsuya/Isashiki Jun/Masuko Tooru/Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Koichirou
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: granted
Link to Original Fill: Link

Ok I was thinking of this where they had their pictures taken as 1920's gangsters and of course had it framed. Thank you for allowing me to remix this beautiful drawing!

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Fill: Team Kinkage, T

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: kuramiyu
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: losers in love
Word Count:
Remix Permission: yes
Link to Original Fill: (here)

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Youichi looked out the window as he did the dishes from breakfast and sighed. It was barfing rain outside, and this day was one that couldn’t be put off like everything else they pretended they didn’t have to do at the moment; it was usually Kazuya’s fault. One of the downfalls of living with Miyuki Kazuya was that one did, for better or worse, live with Miyuki Kazuya.

Meaning, if he did something cute like fall asleep on the couch and dump a drink on himself, or even stroll out of the shower without a towel and sprawl out naked on the bed to take a nap, Youichi was the one who has to deal with the consequences. Surprise cuddles, surprised lovemaking, fireman carrying his boyfriend to bed — normal stuff didn’t get done. Well, one or two things sure did, but Youichi would own up to his half of that.

Not that day, though. They were graduating from college.

“Wear your contacts,” Youichi suggested while tugging on his nicest pair of pants. “Your glasses will get wet or foggy or something.”

Kazuya hummed. “I was thinking that, too.”

After a few minutes, they looked more or less like respectable human beings, so they headed outside into the rain. They were slated to arrive at nine to begin preparation for the ceremonies which were thankfully indoors. They had already tarried overlong in bed that morning, with various methods of procrastination manifesting like they usually did. Youichi for got to set his alarm, Kazuya did that thing with his tongue, and then they both had to shower again despite having done it the night before.

Yeah, Youichi reckoned he should own up to that one, too.

Outside the auditorium entrance, Kazuya stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and stared at the building. “This is it. After this, we’re real adults and stuff.”

“That’s the fakest profound thing you’ve ever said, Kazuya.” Youichi reached over to push Kazuya back into motion, since they were already playing a losing game of Beat the Clock. He gasped when Kazuya’s arm wrapped around his waist and hauled them close together. “C’mon, not now. We’re gonna be late.”

Kazuya’s lips hovered close to his, a smirk inhabiting them in a similar fashion as every other failed chore or errand they had lost due to his boyfriend being irritatingly attractive. “Oh, hell.”

Their mouths met for a languid kiss, and all thoughts of hurry melted from Youichi’s mind. Probably part of the plan, but for the moment, Kazuya didn’t care and neither did he.

The idyll was shattered when a grumpy professor of Something grabbed them by the elbows and dragged them inside. “Gentlemen — and I do use that term loosely — you are holding things up.”

Red-faced and maybe even a little contrite, the two of them raced to comply before the old man (who had a deceptively strong grip) came back for seconds.

They weren’t seated together because of the existence of alphabetical order, but Kazuya was seated almost directly behind Youichi, and their little fingers were linked through the entire ceremony. When they received their diplomas (Youichi first), he lingered at the end of the ramp until Kazuya joined him.

Hand in hand, they left as soon as they could to finish what they started that morning. Not because they were in a hurry; they had the rest of their lives ahead of them. They just couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives to start.

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, T

[hilaryfun]

ASDJFLERUFOFL I Love this SO MUCH!

"That thing with his tounge"
"Professor of Something"

Thank you so much for the remix!!

Fill: Team Kinkage, G

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: bokukuro
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: roadtripping boyfrands
Word Count: 478
Remix Permission: yes
Link to Original Fill: (yeet)

The road droned on before him, and Kuroo guzzled his second soda just to stay awake. Bokuto was sprawled out in the passenger seat, held up only by the seatbelt while clutching his empty ice cream carton like it was precious gold and not rapidly warming dairy product that was crusted on Bokuto’s face and probably a few other places he didn’t really want to think about.

He almost wanted to stop and stare for a while.

Something Bokuto had mentioned, however, stuck in his head as the night sky slowly began to shift from blue to black. Grinning, Kuroo drove until he found a pull-off at the top of a sizeable hill and turned off the car, rolling down the windows to let in the crisp morning air.

Either the lack of motion or the cool breeze that gusted into the window stirred Bokuto awake, and he looked around the car despite his eyes being closed and grumbled, “Whazapping?”

“Sunrise, Kou,” Kuroo murmured, a crooked smile planting on his face as the words sunk into Bokuto’s tired brain and dragged him back to life. When he was more or less alert, Kuroo licked his thumb and wiped away a smudge of cookies ‘n’ creme from Bokuto’s chin, waggling his brows as he sucked it off his own finger.

His nose immediately scrunched in distaste. “Why do you eat that stuff? Cookie ice cream is gross.”

Bokuto stuck out his tongue. “You’re lucky I love you. That’s grounds for divorce in at least forty countries.”

“No, it’s not.” Kuroo harrumphed, but his mouth curved into a smile when he shunted away the ridiculous half of Bokuto’s declaration and hovered over the far better one. “Love you too, Kou.”

Their eyes met, and they both leaned forward to fasten their lips together, the angle awkward but more than all right with Kuroo. After all, that was why they were there. They set out to see the country side by side because there was no one else they’d rather be with.

The mood shifted when Bokuto swatted him in the arm and said, “Dude, we’re gonna miss it!”

“Miss what?”

Kuroo followed Bokuto’s hand as he pointed out the windshield to the eastern horizon. Brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows leached up from behind the hills, painting the sky with a vivid palette of warmth and chasing away the cold blue of night.

“Oh, wow.” Kuroo linked his hand with Bokuto’s between them, and they leaned their shoulders together as they watched the morning come hot, bright, and incredible.

It was well past daylight before they left the pull-off, and they didn’t make it far before they found a town and a cut-rate motel where they could both get a little rest and maybe something else just as beautiful as taking in the magnificent experience of dawn with your best guy.

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, G

[augustgreatsword]

I LOVE THIS!!!! It's so beautiful! It feels like such a natural continuation, I almost forgot that I wrote the first part.

Fill: Team Daiya, G

[hilaryfun]

Ship/Character: Kawakami Norifumi/Umemoto Sachiko
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: granted
Link to Original Fill: Link

Thank you for this sweet lovely story! I've always wanted to draw catcher Sachiko!

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Re: Fill: Team Daiya, G

[karasunovolleygays]

*burning elmo gif*

She's so beautiful and I love her.

Fill: Team team 29 balls (and a bucket) to the face, G

[buni_emoji]

Ship/Character: Yachi & Saeko & Kiyoko
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Secret Agent AU, Spy Kiyoko, Spy Saeko, Tech Agent Yachi
Word Count: 2069
Remix Permission:go for it. Show me if you do!
Link to Original Fill: (Insert James Bond theme here.)


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If you’d told Yachi five years ago that she’d be working in a secret government agency she’d think you were trying to scare her. Even now when colleges called her ‘Agent Yachi’ it sometimes takes a moment to sink in that they’re talking to her.

However, it wasn’t at all exciting as you would think, Yachi worked in the tech and surveillance department and not as a field agent. So she spent her time between fiddling with gadgets with other scientists and watching cameras to oversee Agents missions. So beyond the title, there was nothing too special about the work that Yachi did all things considered. But she preferred it that way, the pay was good, her co-workers were nice (if not a little strange at times), it was always interesting, and she never had to leave her office.

Until now.

“-come again?” She asked shakily even though she heard what the man in front of her said loud and clear. Sawamura Daichi was fairly young for a leading a government agency, Yachi wasn’t sure exactly how young the man was but he definitely was younger than their past director Ukai. This, however, didn’t make him any less terrifying, he was a fairly muscular man who could probably snap Yachi like a Twig. ‘Maybe those aren’t the best thoughts right now’

“I need you to join two other agents in one of their missions.” the man's voice knocked Yachi out of her concerned musings. He didn’t seem to notice but if he did it didn’t show in his face or voice.

“No offense Sir b-but why me? I’m a f-field agent. I only work with tech and cameras I’d only be a hindrance to their mission!” She realizes her voice raised at the end of her sentence and immediately apologized.”N-Not that I’m planning on disobeying you, sir! I’m just curious as to why me.”

He waves off her concerns. “No worry, you are within your rights to ask me about it. As it is taking you in a different direction that you normally do.” He clasps his hands together on his desk. “However you have nothing to worry about. You won’t be doing any kind of actual fieldwork. This mission just requires you to go with two agents to somewhere that’s been messing with our signals and causing delayed reactions and lag that’s nearly cost an agent her life.”

Yachi nods, while she wasn’t the one overseeing the agent she watched as Futamata became visibly distressed as it took longer and longer for Hana to get his commands and even more of a delay with video footage. If it wasn't for Hana’s partner Terushima she wouldn’t have gotten out of there.

“May I ask what that has to do with me, sir?”

“We’ve been working on a way to subvert the interference and it seems to be the new surveillance tech. The one with the thousand mile range?”

Yachi nods, she remembers watching Agent Kuroo nearly have a breakdown fine-tuning the device. It was meant to be a way for two operatives to communication clearer and be able to activate it without messing with the earpiece directly or moving it closer to be heard. It really was impressive, no bigger than a thumbprint but powerful as a full set of gear. Agent Kuroo slaved away for the better part of two years on it.

“A-Are you saying you want me to be in the first group that uses it?” Yachi's voice went high pitched again.

Daichi doesn’t seem bothered by her nervousness, he almost seems amused. “Precisely. You're one of our top tech agents, while I trust Agent Kuroo’s work it’s always good to have a backup. And you’re just the right person for the job.”

The sudden praise takes her off guard and she flushes. “T-Thank you sir! Who will be my partners in this mission?”

“Agent Kiyoko and Agent Tanaka.” There went Yachi's nerves all over again, Agent Kiyoko was considered one of the most desirable Agents they had, while Agent Tanaka was always known for walking around with his scary face. Daichi must have mistaken her silence for acceptance, “Perfect! They’re be waiting for you in debriefing room 2. You’ll ship out in two days. “

Yachi nods, but she’s sure she’s walking on autopilot as she heads to the room.’ What if Kiyoko's fans try and kill me for getting to go on a mission with her? Tanaka as known to be one of her biggest fans. What if he kills me during the mission and frames it as an accident? What if he chops me up and feeds me to leopards? What if Kiyoko doesn’t like me and helps him? What if-’ Her thoughts are cut off when she realizes she's been standing in front of the door for five minutes.

She tries composing herself before opening the door ‘Field agent or not Hitoka you’re still an agent act like it.’ After mentally berating herself she goes in and shut the door behind her. In front of her, on opposite sides or around the business table were two women. One was obviously Agent Kiyoko who looked. A lot less intimidating than she did normally and across from her was a blonde woman Yachi has only recalled seeing at the base once or twice.

“A-Agent Yachi Hitoka! I’ll be the tech specialist that'll be accompanying you two on your mission!” She gives a nervous bow at the two ladies who both looked amused.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance Yachi I’m Agent Kiyoko Shimizu,” Kiyoko says with a small nod.

“And I’m Agent Tanaka Saeko!” She proclaims boisterously. She laughs at Yachi’s confused face. “I bet Daichi had you thinking my brother was on this mission. He really needs to call us something different I swear. Just call me Saeko instead.”

”I-I see.” She didn’t look as scary as Tanaka but she had as much energy as the man.

“Would you like to take a seat.” Kiyoko gestured to the table. “Agent Tana-” Saeko coughs. “Saeko and I were waiting for you before we went over the mission so you wouldn’t be left behind.”

The debriefing went smoother than Yachi would have ever expected. Maybe things would turn out just fine.

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Things were not fine.

“We’re doing what?” Yachi's terrified voice was almost louder than the whirring blades of the helicopter above them. Her, Saeko, and Kiyoko were all sitting in the back of a private helicopter awaiting their drop off. What Yachi wasn’t expecting was for the helicopter to stop moving and just hover in place. Before she could even ask the other two what was going on she saw them strapping into parachuting gear.

She's knocked out of her stunned state by Saeko throwing a parachute pack at her. “Here’s yours Yacchan. Do you know how to put it on?” Yachi nods once again on autopilot while strapping herself into a parachute. She’s never been in a real situation that called for her to use one before but she’d learned the basics of it during training.

Seeing the younger girls distress Kiyoko decides to answer her, “The place where we’ll be staying is a mile from the place we’ll be lading in. For visibility sake, we cannot land in any sort of airspace or we’ll start being watched, therefore the easiest way is to come in unexpected. Ergo jumping from a helicopter. Although I must admit I’m pretty sure Saeko may have had a hand in the decision.” The aforementioned woman just gives her most ‘who me?’ look that convinces no one.

Yachi isn’t sure if it’s the other woman's voice sounding so sure or if it was just the plan seeing to make sense to her. “I understand.” She follows the other two to the edge of the helicopter door and- she freezes looking down at the drop below. It was a mighty long drop below, even the place where they were supposed to land didn’t look any bigger than her thumb, so of course, now her doubts begin resurfacing.

‘What if I didn't strap myself in right and I slip out of my harness. Or what if this one is defective and moths ate through the parachute and I fall to my death. They won't even be able to find my body because I‘ll be turned into Yachi jelly. What if I bump into the other two and theirs gets tangled in mine and we both fall? What if I release too early? What I release too late? What if-’

“Oi Yacchan you good? You’re looking kind of sick there.” Yachi gives a shaky nod. “Tell you what, when I say ‘zero’ all three of us will jump. We ain’t leaving you behind or anything like that. Plus yours truly is a master of skydiving so if anything happens I can handle it!” Saeko gives Yachi an over-enthusiastic wink that does actually make her feel more confident. “Ready?”

“Three.”

Yachi is starting to have second thoughts about how ready she is.

”Two.”

Maybe she should turn back it’s not too late maybe-

“One!”

Contradictory to what Saeko said earlier she pushes the three of them out the cabin at the count of one instead of zero not giving Yachi a chance to really panic about it.

She couldn’t even scream, her face frozen in shock and her arms close to her face and her legs close to her body like she wanted to curl in on herself. A complete opposite of Saeko who somehow wound up upside down whilst falling through the sky. The only reasonable looking one was Kiyoko who looked like she was nearly jumping off a stoop. Yachi couldn’t tell if Saeko's joking around made the situation better or worse.

“Hey look a pigeon!” Yachi couldn’t help looking over when she heard the sound of a gun hammer pulling back. Sure enough, there was Saeko with her gun in her hand aiming for the bird in question. “How much do you wanna bet that I can’t hit it?”

“Saeko don’t shoot the pigeon.” Yachi was sure she could hear the disappointment in Kiyoko's voice.

“See you’re talking but all I heard was ’Saeko’ and ‘shoot the pigeon’.”

“That’s a waste of bullets. And the poor thing didn’t even do anything to you.”

“It existed and that’s bad enough! Pigeons just fly around like they own the place, shitting on your cars, standing in your way when you walk, and even stealing your food when you aren’t looking. They’re like rats with wings! Somewhere some lady with a new car will thank me because this asshole won’t be around to ruin her good freshly washed car with it’s shit.”

Kiyoko just sighs and Yachi has the feeling they’ve had this conversation multiple times before. “You know what go ahead, it’s your bullets you’re wasting.”

Saeko lets out a ‘Whoop!’ and aims for the pigeon whose death was just debated over.

‘This was definitely a mistake.’ Yachi thinks as they plummet down.

Re: Fill: Team team 29 balls (and a bucket) to the face, G

[onceakoala]

ahhhhh, this is so delightful thaNK YOU SO MUCH i love!!! analyst Yachi and boss Daichi and the banter!!!! it's a super great setup for the helicopter jump and works perfectly, this is amazing, i'm so glad u remixed it! thank you!!!

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[tsubo]

Ship/Character: Kamasaki Yasushi &/ Futakuchi Kenji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: N/A
Other Tags: Is this shoujo manga...
Remix Permission: Sure!
Link to Original Fill: Please read this masterpiece!!

I love the drabble so fucking much I had to draw it, cries. Thank you for writing it, rielity ♡

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Re: FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[rielity]

FUTAKUCHI REALLY LOOKS LIKE KAMASAKI'S STOLEN HIS BREATH AWAY thank you so much for this gorgeous art!!!! I'm sorry I only realised it was remixed now ;w; shoujo manga kamafuta is So Good, thank you so so so much ;_____;

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori/Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Sick Fic, Fluff, Hinted Sexual Situations, Jealousy, Semi doesn't agree with Terushima calling Konoha babe-chan, Podfic
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Ask Panda first!!
Link to Original Fill: HERE

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Listen Here!!

Fill: Team Kinkage, G

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: takako/jun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: boys are dumb, Jun is good at stuff
Word Count: 579
Remix Permission: yes
Link to Original Fill: (yo)

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Jun is in a daze as he returns to the swarm of other hopeless first years swinging their bats. He knows he needs all the practice he can get, but his brain is still back in the mess hall with the ridiculously pretty girl who believes in them even more than they believe in themselves.

Fujiwara Takako, he remembers from the roll call their first day. She had blushed every time someone had so much as looked at her -- still does, actually -- but when they had spoken a short while before, she was still blushing but had spoken to him with encouragement nobody else has show him (any of them) since their piss poor first practice.

Picking his bat back up, Jun blindly swings over and over until Ryousuke’s voice shakes him out of his reverie. “Jun, you look like you're chopping wood.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He doesn't dare to glare at Ryousuke; he doesn't know his fellow first year all that well, but getting on his bad side seems like a health hazard waiting to happen. Instead, he pays more attention to his swings until he hears his teammates clamor behind him.

Jun turns to see what the ruckus is, and he almost flings his bat through a window when he sees Takako toting a heavily laden tray of onigiri. Like she had mentioned, the shape isn't ideal, but judging by the swarm of players descending on her, that doesn't seem to be an issue.

The tray empties fast, and his teammates go back to their practice -- all but Jun. He follows Takako back to the mess hall, propping his bat outside the door that he holds open for her.

Takako murmurs a quiet, “Thank you.”

Slipping inside and closing the door behind him, Jun says, “They taste really good.”

She gives him a shy smile. “They were so ugly, though.”

“Nah.” Jun snorts and waves a hand. “You just need the secret weapon.” When she looks at him wide-eyed, Jun grins. “Watch me.”

After washing his hands, Jun takes the last of the rice lingering in the bowl and balls it up. “Ball.” He flattens the ball with his palm and re-rounds the edges. “Circle.”

Finally, Jun angles his forefingers and thumbs around the disc of rice and corrals it into the usual triangle shape. He tucks the slip of nori on the bottom and picks it up for inspection. “And done.”

Takako’s jaw drops, and she blinks in surprise. “It looks so perfect.”

Jun shrugs and holds the rice ball out to her. “I have a buttload of sisters, so what they learn, I learn.”

Her smile is wide and bright, and Takako tiptoe up to give Jun a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Isashiki-kun. You're very sweet.” She plucks the rice ball from his hand and takes a large bite.

His entire face flaming, Jun ducks his head and mumbles, “Welcome.”

They both awkwardly gravitate toward the door, and Jun holds it open while she breezes out, cheeks cheerfully full of food. Over her shoulder, she gives him a little wave and a smile. “Goodnight, Isashiki-kun.”

He stares at where she disappears into the night long after she is out of sight. Soon, his batchmates croed around him on their way to the baths. Brow raised, Tetsu asks, “Is everything all right?”

Jun’s fingers reach up and stroke where Takako had kissed him, and his lips spread into an idiotic smile. “Oh, yeah. Definitely good.”

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, G

[gryphongirl]

Squee! Thank you so much for the remix! It was a nice surprise and a really sweet continuation. I love how Jun shows her the secret weapon. I can't tell you how happy I am that you choose MY story :D

Fill: Team Kinkage, G

[karasunovolleygays]

Ship/Character: chrismiyu
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: fluff
Word Count: 479
Remix Permission: yes
Link to Original Fill: (heyyyyy )

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The smell in the apartment when Chris walked in after returning from practice stalled him at the door. The rich scent of baking dessert was heavy and abundant, and Chris could only close his eyes and sigh in contentment.

Having a boyfriend like Kazuya was great, and having one that cooked . . . well, that was just ethereal.

“Smells great,” Chris said, tossing his jacket over the back of the recliner. “Is that cake?”

Kazuya hummed. “I was in the mood.”

Chris smiled and leaned against the kitchen counter and inhaled deeply. “Chocolate?”

“Of course.” Kazuya scraped the inside of the mixing bowl and corralled the leftover batter, holding the spoon out for Chris. “You're in a good mood.”

Chris took the spoon and groaned aloud as the chocolate cake batter hit his tongue. “Sawamura came up from the minors today.”

“Interesting.” Kazuya gave him a wide grin. “You know where to find the ibuprofen.”

They shared a laugh, and Chris took the bowl of stir fry Kazuya offered and headed for the kotatsu. He clicked on the television, and the nightly sports news was already playing. Kazuya joined him with his own dinner.

“Cake’s cooling.” He shoveled food into his mouth as he absorbed the NPB standings and plays of the week. Chris was surprised to see his own face on the program courtesy of a sliding catch he made on a pop fly. Kazuya pointed at the set. “Good call on the low outside.

Chris chortled. Most people comment on the razzle dazzle of the play; only another catcher would pick up on the pitch selection that made it happen. “Yeah,” he breathed, captivated by the way Kazuya fixated on the show.

They finished dinner, and Kazuya went back to his cake making while Chris did the dishes. As he toweled off his hands, Kazuya turned to him with twin slices of rich chocolate cake with frosting to match. “TIme to ruin your workout for today.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Chris let himself be absorbed into the experience that was the cake. It was light and moist on his tongue, and he knew Kazuya was listening to him make embarrassing noises with that smirk of his, but Chris couldn’t be bothered to care. He had cake.

They polished off over half the cake before staggering back to the kotatsu, curling up together to watch a rerun of Kazuya’s day game with twin mugs of green tea.

Kazuya quickly drifted off, having woken up at five that morning, and he slumped softly into Chris’s side. Chris tucked his arm around him and brushed a kiss to Kazuya’s temple. “Goodnight.”

Something resembling ‘you too’ tumbled from Kazuya’s lips, and Chris sighed in contentment. They may have played for different teams on different sides of town, but here at home, they always find a way to meet in the middle.

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, G

[hilaryfun]

ASDJF OMG YOU JUST SHOT RIGHT THROUGH MY HEARTTTTTT

God this is just warm and cozy and perfect <3