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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
Bonus Round 3: FSTs
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
We're halfway through all the bonus rounds now. If you're like us, every love song on the radio seems to apply to your OTP. In this round we'd like you to serenade us with some of your top picks!
This round ends at 7PM on July 11 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (3-6 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. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi & Alex). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi/Alex). 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.
- You cannot fill your teammates' prompts or your own prompts.
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
|
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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 prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
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.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, R
The stage feels like home.
Koushi breathes in the muggy air, lined with sweat and alcohol and cheap food from the stands. The sky is dark, and the strobe lights take the cool off his face, just for a second. Koushi’s face is white hot as it shines, and he closes his eyes.
He brings the microphone to his lips. He opens his mouth.
The crowd goes wild.
*
Inside, his heartbeat rattles. Koushi consciously brings a hand to his chest as he walks back.
The others are conversing. Koushi casually slings an arm around one of their shoulders, lightly punches another at a self-deprecating comment. He laughs and lives for the way they drink in his teases, waiting for more.
He doesn’t miss the burn at his back, waiting for him. When Oikawa says, “Suga,” and Koushi turns around and smiles.
“Oikawa,” Koushi says back.
That’s all it takes - the rest of his band members (friends) tell him they’ll catch up later, start trickling away. Or maybe that’s not how it happens - maybe Koushi is the one who pushes himself forward, away, until it’s him and Oikawa, standing at the edge of the world together.
“Yours or mine?” Oikawa asks.
Koushi laughs. He laughs and drags Oikawa into his tour bus, savoring the feeling of Oikawa’s wrist between his fingers, and every sound and word Oikawa lets out because of him.
*
They’re just shy of drunk and high several hours later, lying in Koushi’s bunk. Oikawa’s taller but their beds have always been about the same height. The tips of Oikawa’s toes dangle off the sides.
“Listen,” says Koushi, giggles. “What would you think would happen if you lit a fart on fire?”
“Oh my god.” Oikawa hits him in the chest and covers his own mouth with his hands. “I don’t want to know where that came from.”
It’s hard for him to keep the sounds that are bubbling up his throat. They sound like laughter but sometimes Koushi isn’t sure. When he turns his head and sees Oikawa’s profile, staring at the ceiling like there’s a splatter of stars on them, Koushi feels it. It is burning, wet, rising up to the back of his mouth, and Koushi has to turn away while the beats quicken beneath his palms.
Oikawa says, “Do you ever think of the way you stop talking to someone?”
Koushi can’t read his voice. He says, “Not really,” and stares at his ceiling too. Wonders what Oikawa sees there.
“If I could choose,” Oikawa says, and sighs. “I’d want it to be one all out fight. Where you think you’re right and the other person thinks they’re right and you just. End it in a sort of mutual bitterness.”
Koushi hums. It should scare him, Oikawa’s words, the idea of end and bitter and something they can’t quite talk about, can’t quite resolve. But maybe he’s not sober enough.
“If I could pick,” Koushi says.
Oikawa’s the one who turns his head to him this time. “Yeah?”
Koushi shrugs. He smiles at Oikawa again, and seeing himself in Oikawa’s eyes slows the pace of his heartbeat. Makes it easier to think.
“I don’t know,” he says.
*
They thrive in the way they touch, hands careening, gasps braiding, a clumsy sort of slowness they can’t keep track of. Oikawa says, “Move your head,” and Suga does, like after a party when Oikawa is massaging the headache out of him, or making room on his pillow when they fall asleep in Oikawa’s bunk. But, but Suga is pressing himself forward and pressing his lips against Oikawa’s and it’s, fluttery, the way their hands find each other and themselves within the dark.
As Oikawa starts and Suga digs his elbows into the mattress, there’s an, “Ah, Tooru,” and then a, “Are we on a first name basis now?” and a chuckle. Bite to the earlobe, “You did that on purpose,” “My ass has a lot of power,” “It really does,” pressing back, pressing forward, a need to feel more of each other. Sparkling, trickling under their skin, flaring up to the middle of their chests.
*
The way it ends is this: nothing big, no fights or bitterness or a mistaken glance. They’re in different bands, they have to stop touring together eventually.
Stop touring together doesn’t mean stop texting. But it does, you know, when you’re in your twenties and you’re making money with the big boys and connections die away. Koushi doesn’t watch it disappear, because he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t notice the way Tooru is gone until:
I hope you have a safe trip, too ☆～（ゝ。∂）
The text is over three years old, rotten and at the bottom when Koushi is clearing out his phone inbox. He stares and considers replying.
He doesn’t.
*
(It doesn’t hurt, not hearing from him, checking his phone once in a while with Koushi in the back of his mind. Months after tour ends Tooru realizes that all this time he’d never thought to initiate a conversation, but by this time it’s too late.
But it doesn’t matter anymore, because if Koushi had - if they had - if it had been. If they were ever anything. If Koushi ever cared -
Stop.
This is not where it ends, here, lingering in the air, a fan or two making a comment that they miss seeing them together, exchanging words that mean nothing. And it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt.)
*
The stage is a glass, more than half empty, less than half full.
Re: FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, R
Re: FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, R
Re: FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, R
Re: FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, R
that's me :^)
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH???????????????????
like....you wrote it so fragmented????? and to me is kind of symbolic of how they went wrong :') it make this more perfect
thank you Aro