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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

FSTs


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


Profess your love for your favorite ships with the power of song! In this round, we ask you to create fan soundtracks and use them as inspiration for new fanwork.


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

RULES
  • Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
  • Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.


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 PROMPTING:If FILLING:If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


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

For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each

All scored content must be created new for this round.


Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[personal profile] wino 2017-07-08 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: iwaizumi/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke, haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 1481

***

Iwaizumi won't say doesn't notice the guy — it would be hard not to, because not many guys are that tall, even in the volleyball circuit, and the way his hair is cut is difficult to overlook — because he's not in the habit of lying and he's not about to start because of some stranger, but he doesn't go out of his way to notice him, either. It's more like, he's been a fixed point in Iwaizumi's routine ever since he moved and started taking this train. There's nothing special the situation; just two commuters with the same destination.

He won't say he often finds himself staring, though, when he's certain the guy is watching the view outside the window or has his attention completely occupied by his phone — all to make certain their eyes won't accidentally meet — because, well, that's just fucking embarrassing.

-

"Hey."

Iwaizumi startles awake to that one word, and to a face above him, not exactly uncomfortably close but not a safe distance away either, seeming awful concerned.

"What is it," he asks, a little gruffly, the way he'd answer his phone when Oikawa calls him at two in the morning about some revelation, all familiarity no tact. He tries again. "Uh, what is it?"

The concern doesn't quite go away just yet, but it's joined by a smile. "I could be wrong, but I think you missed your stop."

Oh. "Shit, I fell asleep."

"I thought so," he's told, slightly apologetically, "and I did too, or I would've said something."

"Wasn't your fault," says Iwaizumi, irritably running his hand through his hair and kicking himself internally. The guy points towards the doors just as the train comes to a halt.

"You should get off here to switch."

Iwaizumi nods, and hurriedly gets up from his seat only to realize he has to tilt his head up a fraction to look his savior in the eye. The realization lasts only a moment, but it's enough to make him forget what he's about to say before he leaves the train.

-

"Thanks," he says, the next time they see each other, him and the stranger-who-isn't-that-much-of-a-stranger-anymore. Not-Stranger glances up from his phone as Iwaizumi slides onto the open seat beside him, instead of the one opposite.

"What for?"

"You woke me up," says Iwaizumi, feeling more awkward by the second. "And showed me where to go." He sucks it up, sucks in a breath. "I'm Iwaizumi, by the way. You?"

"Himuro." A smile, a beat. "And it was no trouble at all. I just wish I woke you earlier."

"You're still going on about that?" he asks, and that sounds far too familiar again. "Like I said, don't worry about it."

"Yes, sir," says Himuro, with a mock salute, which sort of makes Iwaizumi want to hit him lightly in the arm, and sort of flips his stomach upside down.

-

"You play?" asks Iwaizumi, motioning towards the basketball at Himuro's feet. Himuro's smile is a little funny when he replies.

"I was captain of the club, but the season's over. How about you?" Iwaizumi doesn't miss the abruptness of the topic change, but he's not about to pry. He shakes his head.

"If you can call getting in a few shots during PE playing. Otherwise, no."

Himuro laughs, which makes Iwaizumi laugh a bit too. "I did volleyball, but we lost and it was my last year, so here I am."

There's no pity in Himuro's voice when he responds. "Same boat, hmm?"

"You could say that."

Himuro pauses, giving him what seems like a once-over, lingering for a moment at his biceps. "You were a wing-spiker."

"How'd you know?"

"Had a feeling," says Himuro with a smirk, which Iwaizumi definitely wants to wipe off his face for how thoroughly it makes him flush.

-

"Our school is hosting a festival," says Himuro, one day, seemingly out of the blue. "Outsiders are welcome, so if you'd like..."

"Are you inviting me?" asks Iwaizumi, without really considering the implications. Himuro is far too steady, far too unashamed when he says, "yes," point-blank, wearing a poker face, and it prompts Iwaizumi into answering that way too.

"All right," he says, as if his pulse hasn't picked up for no reason at all. "I'll go."

-

"Iwaizumi," says Himuro, upon seeing him on his campus. "You came."

"I said I would, didn't I?" says Iwaizumi, averting his gaze from the brightness of that smile. "I tried out the food stalls. They were pretty good."

"I'm glad you think so, but would you like to see the main event?"

"What would that be?"

Himuro's grin widens, the way it does when he's talking about one thing in particular, and one thing only.

"Basketball, of course."

And that's how Iwaizumi is roped into watching an exhibition match in the stands, or, specifically, watching Himuro play for the first time. They'd called the graduating seniors back, apparently, for one last highlight reel, and Iwaizumi begins to understand how Himuro seems to come alive when he talks about the game. If this was a theater production, the spotlight would be on him, and the way he moves on the court as if it were a dance floor.

When it's over, Iwaizumi's still thinking of what to say about all of that without giving away the pounding of his heart, but that doesn't stop him from approaching Himuro when he spots him alone.

What does stop him is the realization that Himuro isn't alone — there's a girl in front of him, her lip bitten, her cheeks red, and her gaze fixed to the floor. It doesn't take a genius to know what the situation's turned into.

Iwaizumi leaves them to it, and doesn't get the time to see Himuro again before he has to go home.

-

Himuro isn't on the train the next day, and Iwaizumi wonders, dangerously, if that girl has anything to do with it. Maybe, Himuro's found another reason to stay behind at school, something other than basketball. Maybe he won't be riding with Iwaizumi anymore, since he has someone else to keep him company. Maybe getting a girlfriend switches a guy's priorities around, if this — whatever it was — can even factor into that.

Or maybe Iwaizumi has to stop overthinking the whole thing, but he finds himself doing so anyway, the thought of Himuro smiling at someone else relentless in his mind, jolting him in and out of sleep.

-

Iwaizumi's not the dramatic type. If he were, he'd stop taking the train altogether, because it reminds him of Himuro or whatever. At the very least, he'd change the time, or the car he rides, or any manner of making sure they never cross paths again (because who knows when Himuro might bring his girlfriend along?)

But Iwaizumi's only himself, so the day after Himuro's absence, he steps into his usual ride and there's Himuro as always, on his own, glancing up at Iwaizumi in greeting.

"Hi," says Iwaizumi, careful not to make their knees touch when he takes his seat. He waits for some kind of explanation from Himuro about yesterday, but Himuro's just sighing, as if in relief.

"You're not mad at me. Thank god."

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"I, well. I wondered if I'd been too pushy when we last saw each other, and I didn't even see you off."

"You worry too much," says Iwaizumi. "You didn't need to babysit me."

"I didn't mean." Himuro purses his lips. "I would've liked to show you around, that's all."

"Weren't you busy afterwards anyway?" asks Iwaizumi, before he can stop himself, because he can't quite get himself to ask directly but wants to know so badly.

"Not in the way you might expect," says Himuro, slightly sheepish. "I came down with a fever. Overexertion, the nurse said. I had to take a day off."

"Oh," says Iwaizumi. "So that's what it was."

"Oh?" repeats Himuro. "What do you mean 'oh?' What was that for?"

"Nothing," says Iwaizumi, and this time he's the one sighing with relief, though he hopes he doesn't make it too obvious.

"Sounds like you were worried about me," says Himuro, the usual smirk in place. This time, Iwaizumi does go in for the punch to his shoulder.

"Say that again and I won't spare your pretty face," says Iwaizumi, the last part slipping out like some kind of revelation. Himuro laughs, but he doesn't bring it up, not that Iwaizumi has a rebuttal for him if he did.

All the pieces are slotting into place — about the nonexistent girlfriend and the very real butterflies in his belly, mostly — and all Iwaizumi can do is stare at that smile, a little less afraid, this time, of being caught in the act while he does.
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