Bonus Round 3: FSTs

[referees]

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. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content *in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here.) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Prompt:</strong> <a href="">song title here</a>	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. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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.

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SCORING

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

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

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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

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).

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Comments

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[elucidatedlucy]

Ship: Hanaoka Shizuku/Hiyama Chinatsu
Fandom: Ballroom e Youkoso
Major Tags: Murder/Death allusions
Other Tags: Hanging (imagery)

Prompt:
Go Or Go Ahead - Rufus Wainwright

From Eden - Hozier
Wish I Knew You - The Revivalists

PROMPT: Team Prince Of Tennis

[glassnorouyadeunazuku]

Ship: Yuushi Oshitari/Fuji Syusuke
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: NSFW, angst, atmospheric and instrumental only songs

Prompt:

Nyctalgia - Lost In Timeless Horizons: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qq2xXL55hqM
Nyctalgia - Time changed everything: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yB1F16n6f6k
Nyctalgia - Falling Into Nothingness: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oD_8j1YaJd8

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, G

[yrindor]

Ship: Fuji Shuusuke/Oshitari Yuushi
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: supernatural elements (angels/ghosts)
Word Count: 569

***

The grand music room of the university lay empty and dark most days; rumors that it was haunted kept most of the student body away. The first time Yuushi set foot inside, it was only a quick detour between classes. He wiped the dust from the top of the Steinway, adjusted the bench, and set his fingers to the keys. He had only enough time for a few simple chords and scales, but the piano had responded almost as if it were an extension of himself, every note full and perfectly-tuned despite the piano's apparent disuse. Those few minutes were all Yuushi needed to know that he would never go back to the cramped practice rooms in the basement with their perpetually out-of-tune pianos. He hadn't seen any signs of ghosts, angels, or any other supernatural guests in the space either.

He didn't have a chance to return to the practice room until late Saturday night. He didn't bother to turn on the main lights in the room, opting instead to open the drapes to the full-length windows and let the light of the full moon augment the small puddle of light cast by the lamp over the keyboard. He had no other plans for the night, and so he was in no hurry as he sat at the piano and played whatever came to mind.

The piano seemed to urge song after song from his fingers, and he was so engrossed in his playing that he didn't notice the storm clouds that gathered and blocked out the light of the moon. The first crack of lightning caught his attention, and when he looked up at the windows, he swore he saw a boy not much older than himself standing in the harsh light.

He stopped in surprise, and the image was gone before the last echo of thunder faded. Yuushi would have written it off as a trick of the light if it weren't for the single feather that drifted down to settle on the middle of the keyboard.

He picked it up with a trembling hand and set it next to his music. Then, he began again with his favorite concerto. The light around him wavered with the first few notes, then grew stronger as music swelled. When he reached the end of the first movement, the apparition was as solid as it had been before, and this time Yuushi didn't stop playing when the lightning cracked outside.

He poured more of himself into the piece than he ever had before, and as the second movement ended, the apparition drifted down from the top of the piano to stand behind him. He felt a ghostly touch along his arm, soft as swallow's wing, and as he began the third movement, a second set of hands joined his with a supernatural harmony.

Outside, the storm passed, the last rumbles of thunder drowned out by the sound of two sets of hands playing together. The duet stretched on until the end of the fourth movement, but as the piece drew to a close, Yuushi felt the ghostly presence fade alongside the last few melancholy notes as the first rays of dawn crept over the horizon.

He felt a sudden emptiness in his chest as he gathered his music and tucked the lone feather into his pocket. He already knew he would return the following week.

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[notallbees]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Romance, I hope you're ready for this full on sap fest

Prompt:
1. Romance in the Dark - Billie Holiday
2. Stay With Me - Cristina Gatti
3. If the Stars Were Mine - Melody Gardot
4. Nightingales - Sondre Lerche

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Ushijima
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 480 words

The ‘If the stars were mine’ song caught me hard. So, yeah, divinity/incarnation AU.

***

“Here,” Oikawa says and holds out his latest gift to Ushijima. It’s a rectangle of gold, draped with ribbons, showing a city set against mountains. Pale white spires rise high into the sky, gleaming against the green of the mountains, and the sky is a blue so deep and soft that it looks like cloth. Orange oceans lap against golden beaches and Ushijima can hear the faintest snatch of birdsong warbling out.

Ushijima reaches out and pinches the air just above the painting. The paint comes free, leaving behind a blank canvas, and he drapes the painting around his shoulders like a cloak. He can feel the scurrying of small lifeforms in the cloth, the warmth of a sun over his shoulders and the coolness of twilight at his spine. Below, at his feet, the painting spills over into inky blackness dotted with the swirling, colored orbs of other planets and sparkling stars like the tiniest of sequins.

“Thank you,” he says because he has learnt that if he does not thank Oikawa for his gifts, no matter how useless, Oikawa will sulk for eons as universes die and are born. Oikawa’s ability to sulk is one of the most reliable forces in the multiverse.

“...It wasn’t for wearing,” Oikawa says, but Ushijima’s thanks seems to have mollified him.

“Then what was it for?” Ushijima asks.

“For growing. For evolving. For--” And there is a touch of color now on Oikawa’s cheeks. “--Living in.”

“Ah.” Ushijima thinks he understands. “You wish to incarnate ourselves.”

“It has been a long while since we’ve done so.” Oikawa reached out and brushed his fingertips over a field in the painting. Flowers blossomed, turning green spread to yellow instead. “And this world would be perfect for us.”

“I’ll see you in our mortal life,” Ushijima says and sweeps the painting off his shoulders. He throws it over both of their heads and stars rain down over them. Caught in Oikawa’s eyelashes, they sparkle at at him like a promise, like Oikawa’s smile.

He’s born smiling, born knowing that somewhere out there is his own heart’s love and they will meet again.

*

“Here,” Oikawa says and sets a jar of water and glitter onto the bedside table. “Captured stars, just for you.”

“Cheesy,” Ushijima says because he’s only nineteen and it takes eons to learn how to handle Oikawa, eons that neither of them know yet that they’ll have.

Oikawa feigns a pout, then opens the jar. Too quickly for Ushijima to reach, Oikawa dips his hand inside, then smears his glittering fingertips over Ushijima’s face. Ushjima’s hand closes around Oikawa’s wrist to stop him but by then it’s too late.

They freeze like that, glitter dripping down Ushijima’s face in watery trails, and Oikawa smiles suddenly.

“Somehow,” he muses, kissing Ushijima’s wet lips for just a second, “It suits you to wear the stars.”

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[antler_action]

Ship: Kongou Agon &/ Kongou Unsui
Fandom: Eyeshield
Major Tags: Incest
Other Tags: coughs

Prompt:
You're a God - Vertical Horizon
Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms
(In My) Wildest Dreams -- The Jayhawks
Strangers - The Kinks

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[crescenttwins]

SCREAMING, WHAT IS THIS

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[dynamite]

Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: don't @me

Prompt:

I Almost Do - Taylor Swift
Out of the Woods (GRAMMY Museum Performance) - Taylor Swift
Clean - Taylor Swift

Bonus: "Clean" speech from the 1989 Tour in Manchester

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[kazuyas]

I'M FUCKING READY

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[notallbees]

Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Death (mentioned in lyrics)
Other Tags: Mournful indie version

Prompt:

1. Blue Ridge Mountains - Fleet Foxes
2. Two Small Deaths - Wye Oak
3. Ol' Shoshone - Campo Santo

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[bmmq]

omgomgogmgmog i adore this ship so much!!!!! and these songs are giving me feelings ;;o;;

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: religion

Prompt:

everything - lifehouse
amazing grace chris tomlin
you know better than i - david campbell

Re: PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[myn_x]

*yelling*

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[saccharinescorpion]

Ship: Tadokoro Jin / Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: sappy feel good anime ED edition

Prompt:

1. Ashita Wa Kitto - Kanako Yoshii (lyrics)
2. Honey - Chihiro (lyrics)
3. Kimi no Kirei ni Kizuite Okure - Sambomaster (lyrics)

Prompt: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[beltenebra]

Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Falling in love


Prompt:

Pretty the World - Matt Nathanson
Shape of You - Ed Sheeran
Home - Phillip Phillips

Re: Prompt: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[mousapelli]

listen, you

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possible angst

Prompt:
Jane Doe - Ladies' Code
Vineyard - Oohyo
A Little Close - High4, Lim Kim

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: kanzaki miki / miyahara
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: they all ride bikes
Word count: 477

takes the "won't tell you my name" option over the angst option (finger guns)


***

They meet for the first time in the green hills that wind around Hakone.

Sohoku always did have a tradition of clever and cunning captains. Miyahara knew this because it was one of the many things the third year manager had impressed on her in her first year, as she followed in the path that Manami inevitably sets out for her, and then had it underlined to her again by the cycling club's captain. She files this away for later, the same way she files everything else -- with meticulous consideration, with an eye toward the goal.

Miyahara learns to fly. Miyahara learns that maybe she was not quite the fastest in the world after all, but somewhere in the paths that carve through the mountain, she learns how to set aside her careful notes, her careful life, and feel the way the sun can warm all of your face when you tilt your head to the bright summer sky.

Miyahara learns to let go and her twin pigtails flutter behind her like proud pennants in her tail wind.

"You're from around here, aren't you."

Miyahara is sitting in the grass by the road drinking a Pocari Sweat and looks up at the girl walking toward her. The girl's smile is radiant, her nondescript jersey bright yellow, and her Bianchi that beautiful mint green that looks like it could belong somewhere between these light green hills and the wide expanse of the bright blue sky. Miyahara knows every cyclist in the racing club. She would remember a smile like that. Bright and sharp. She would have raced it to the end where the horizon curves into the earth.

"I'm so sorry, but I seem to have jammed my bike chain. Do you happen to have a repair kit on you?"

Miyahara nods politely. The yellow of the jersey is like a beacon. "Of course. Let me help you with that." She represents her club after all.

As Miyahara helps the girl with her bike she notices how well tuned it is for racing, a machine that is so achingly cared for Miyahara can almost see the trajectory of the build from carbon frame to derailleur gears to the millimetre precision of the seat height. This girl either had a tremendous amount of sponsorship or she was--

"You must like slopes a lot to have come so far," Miyahara says. She's always so polite.

"I had heard that the mountain was unbeatable around here," the girl smiles back. "But I'm not so sure about that anymore. What name should I look for." The girl was the one being polite now. She must have known. Miyahara's name was a roster fixture.

"I’m just a simple class president," Miyahara replies. The light glints against her glasses. "I look forward to seeing you again in two weeks at the Interhigh, Captain Kanzaki.”

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[antler_action]

Ship: Patrick "Panther" Spencer/Kobayakawa Sena
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Wish (Komm zu Mir) - Thomas D. feat. Franka Potente
Stand Up and Shout - Stiff Little Fingers
St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion) - John Parr

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

Ship: oikawa/kageyama
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: light sexual references in lyrics
Other Tags: in response to lin's tswift one, i'm a directioner, also i know perfect is a 1d song but harry co-wrote it

Prompt:

perfect (stripped) - one direction
two ghosts - harry styles
only angel - harry styles

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[ellipsometry]

cRYING two ghosts is my ultimate oikage song

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[notallbees]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Rule 63/Genderswap, time to Get It On, that good wlw content

Prompt:

1. Jenny - Studio Killers
2. Judy - The Pippettes
3. Drive - Melissa Ferrick
4. Ice Cream - New Young Pony Club

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[flippinflakes]

Bees please I don't iwaoi but when u PUT THESE SONGS AND RULE 63 AAAAAAAAAAH

Prompt: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[beltenebra]

Ship: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Falling in love, Deathless romance, Sap


Prompt:

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON
Raging Fire - Phillip Phillips
Room at the End of the World - Matt Nathanson

FILL: BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[toondoon1010]

Ship: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major tags: None
Other tags: club dancing, shut up and fall in love with them
Word count: none

Shut Up and Dance With Me - Walk The Moon Hope you like it! I loved drawing them dancing and so in love!!

***

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: aomine daiki/kise ryouta
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, fluff, come at me bro

Prompt:
a stupid love story ft. parachute songs
1. lonely with me
2. kiss me slowly
3. the mess i made
4. meant to be

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 452 words

***

“You’re falling for your own hype,” Kise tells Aomine outright but Aomine just laughs.

“What hype?” He asks scornfully, bouncing the basketball from hand to hand. “I really am that good.”

He grins, sweat practically sparkling on his skin, and Kise feels his breath catch. Scolding Aomine’s never been easy but Momoi’s too busy managing his career to tell him the truths Kise realized long ago.

“I’ve been through this,” Kise warns Aomine. “The press always loves you at first. You’re new, you’re shiny, everyone wants to know everything about you. And when they do, you become old news. They start looking for scandals, for new stories, for a way to tear you down from the pedestal they built.”

“You say we should break up?” Aomine tosses a Formless Shot at the basket and Kise feels his heart go with it, flying clean out of his chest and thudding down painfully.

How can Aomine be so calm about it?

“No. Maybe.” Kise jogs over and grabs the ball. They’re only warming up, they can afford to be careless. “I managed it to keep quiet with a lot of difficulty in high school because I was the only one really under the media spotlight. Now that we’re going to the NBA, there’s going to be a lot more interest in us.”

“So you want to break up,” Aomine says and this time, Kise looks at his face. Aomine’s expression gives nothing away but his mouth is set in a slight scowl.

It’s enough to give Kise hope - to give Kise courage to keep talking.

“No,” he says and passes the ball back to Aomine. “I don’t. I want you to understand the sort of paparazzi we’ll have to deal with and how careful we’ll have to be to keep everything secret.”

“Pretend you’re dating Momoi,” Aomine says casually, starting to dribble the ball again. “That’ll give you an excuse to keep coming over.”

As much as Kise loves his boyfriend, he occasionally wonders if Aomine was dropped on his head as a baby.

“And what if Momoi finds someone she wants to date?”

From the nonplussed look on Aomine’s face, it’s clear that he’s never even considered that possibility.

Kise sighs, lunges forwards and steals the ball. Competitive instincts aroused, Aomine immediately follows after him to try to steal it back.

For a while, they play a quiet but intense pick-up game. Without words, they agree the first to five is the winner.

Kise wins and Aomine smirks.

“Again,” Aomine says and Kise nods.

This isn’t a solution. It’s only a delay.

But as long as they keep playing, it feels as if they have no problems to solve.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: murasakibara/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: yeah.

Prompt:

partition - beyonce
yonce - beyonce
blow - beyonce

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: overstimulation, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 721

***

here

PROMPT: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/SAWAMURA DAICHI

[putsch]

Ship: Tanaka/Nishinoya
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: SEXUAL CONTENT
Other Tags: gender/sexuality, just...d umb.....

Prompt:
Equal Rights - Conner 4 Real
No Homo - Lonely Island
I JUST HAD SEX - Lonely Island

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/SAWAMURA DAICHI

[babster]

oh my god

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[notallbees]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru OR Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Death (mentioned in lyrics)
Other Tags: Breaking up, Death threats, Extreme Pettiness

Prompt:

1. I hope you die - Wye Oak
2. Your kisses are wasted on me - The Pipettes
3. I can't decide - Scissor Sisters

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 484 words

I really want cake right now. Warnings for attempted murder, Stepford Smiler and really unhealthy relationships.

***

Ultimately, the choice had come down to two options: Battenburg cake or marbled cake. The advantage of Battenburg cake was that it looked very attractive, the grid-like slices of cake creating the impression of a lot of work having been necessary. Marbled cake, on the other hand, was far easier and would leave things more to chance.

Oikawa studied the bowl of cake batter pensively. The standard cake batter recipe he used came out a pale yellow rather than white so he’d experimented with using shortening instead of butter as suggested by the Internet. The batter did look far paler than usual but would the shortening affect the batter’s ability to absorb food coloring?

Well. If he messed up, he could always try again. He’d purchased extra sugar and eggs just for this.

He divided the cake batter into three bowls, then used a toothpick to scoop out some forest green food coloring and add it to one bowl. The other bowl received a small dose of rose red which Oikawa briskly stirred into the batter with a spoon. The color was too close to pink so he added just a dab of burgundy red and stirred again. There. Perfect.

The next step was to stir the three bowls together. He had to be careful not to overmix, else the green and red would be faded by the white or mix together in a brown. He just had to mix enough that the colors overlapped each other…

Carefully, with all the concentration of a heart surgeon, Oikawa mixed the batter together.

He poured the finished results into the cake pan, smoothed it out ceremoniously and then popped it into the oven to bake.

While it baked, he could practice his icing skills. This was a birthday cake, after all. It had to be just perfect for his fussy, perfectionist, never-satisfied boyfriend.

Oh. He’d accidentally squeezed the icing tube too tightly and sent icing squirting all over the practice pan.

How did that happen?

Oikawa cleaned it up and then humming to himself peacefully, returned to practicing his writing. When that was done, he formed row after row of roses, each identically sized to its neighbor. Using fondant or sugared flowers would have saved him a lot of time but in his own, Oikawa was just as much a perfectionist as his boyfriend.

The cake took 30 minutes to cook and then 2 hours to cool sufficiently that Oikawa could ice it. He covered the sides in roses, creating colored swirls of red, green and white that continued over the top. In black, he wrote ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ and then iced around the letters so the volleyball-esque impression wouldn’t be deserved.

Oikawa studied it with a critical eye and finally nodded to himself.

It was an absolute masterpiece, which was just as it should be.

The best way to kill someone was with love.

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: midorima/akashi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

spring - antonio vivaldi
summer - antonio vivladi
autumn - antonio vivaldi
winter - antonio vivaldi

Re: PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[yrindor]

*quiet flailing noises*

[marks]

(whispers) damnnnn youuuuu

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

(listen here!)
Dreams & Visions - John Williams
Demons - Imagine Dragons
Never Say Never - The Fray

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[moetushie]

Ship: Himuro/Kagami
Fandom: Kuruko no Basuke
Major Tags: Tags Omitted
Other Tags: brief mention of drug use, self-loathing, gap year hell
Word Count: 858

You actually got me to listen to the lyrics of an Imagine Dragons song, it's a miracle.

You can read this on AO3

***

On reflection, Tatsuya probably shouldn’t have said nothing when Taiga first mentioned wanting to sleep with him. Even days later, with music from the club booming in his ears, that was all he could think about. Now, he was drunk, and more than a little high (although Taiga didn’t know that, Taiga must think Tatsuya was naturally this buoyant and light and happy -- it was like they’d never even met) and instead of laughing or deflecting or saying, no, what the hell, we’re brothers, Tatsuya had chosen silence then and he wanted to say yes, now.

Say yes and leave this place and do what he always wanted to do. He leaned against the sweaty bulk of Taiga’s arms, so far that it only took one little push for him to tumble into Taiga’s arms.

Taiga was so big now that he could easily hold him still and Tatsuya looked up at him with sad eyes, the kind of eyes he knew that Taiga’s soft heart couldn’t hold out against. “Do you wanna stay?” Another, more important question hovered on Tatsuya’s lips, but he didn’t ask because he didn’t want Taiga to think about it, to change his mind when Tatsuya wouldn’t, when he couldn’t.

Taiga looked at him. Shook his head.

“Okay, okay,” Tatsuya said, “Taiga, let’s go home.”

He slept on the train, leaning against Taiga, but regained his strength the closer they came to home. Or, rather, Taiga’s apartment. Tatsuya didn’t live there, technically, although he spent so much time there that Taiga joked about subletting one of the bedrooms to him.

Tatsuya’s gap year in between high school and college had not been a great success. He’d planned on traveling, on seeing new places, of playing basketball (of course), but instead, he’d mostly spent time lying on Taiga’s couch, wondering where his life had gone all wrong.

“What happens when you’re not good at the only thing you care about?” Tatsuya wondered aloud as Taiga opened his front door, his sigh almost hidden by the rattle of his keys.

“I don’t know, but I do know that you’re not just good at basketball,” Taiga said, letting him in. “Get a grip, Tatsuya.”

“So what should I do? Kill myself work like my dad? Become some rich lady’s boytoy? My options are limited,” he said, throwing himself on the couch and beckoning Taiga to him. Taiga followed him and plopped down next to him. But Taiga’s eyes were trained straight ahead, not looking at Tatsuya at all.

Unacceptable.

Tatsuya headbutted him gently and Taiga looked at him, finally. “I thought about what you said,” he whispered confidingly. Taiga turned red, a slow, painful red.

“Uh.”

“I wanna do it. Listen, it’s not because I’m drunk and sad --”

“But you are drunk and sad --”

“Even when I’m not drunk, I’ll still be sad. And want to sleep with you.” Tatsuya leaned over and placed a kiss on Taiga’s cheek. “You’re really cute, Taiga-kun.”

“Stoppit,” Taiga muttered, looking down. “I’m going to get you some water. When you’re sober, we can talk about it.” He got up and ambled to the fridge.

Tatsuya stood half-way before deciding against it and sitting down again with a huff. “So you don’t think I’m cute though? Where’s my reassurance, Taiga?”

“You need reassurance in the form of sex? That’s messed up. Here, drink this,” Taiga said, handing him a cold bottle of water. Tatsuya opened it and took a gulp. He watched Taiga, unblinkingly, until Taiga leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“I wish you’d take care of yourself more,” Taiga said softly, almost too quietly for Tatsuya to hear. He laid the bottle down on the floor and started getting comfortable on the couch. “It kills me to see you this way.”

“I don’t wanna let you down, but you should be used to it by now,” Tatsuya muttered, as he fell asleep. He felt Taiga’s hand touch his forehead and then he was gone.

*

Tatsuya woke up with a stomach that wouldn’t stop grumbling and a phone filled with messages asking him where the hell he’d gone off to the night before. He was also in bed, in Taiga’s spare bedroom. The faint smells of breakfast was leaking in from crack in the door, and he lurched upwards, needing to take a leak before anything else.

Afterwards, having also brushed his teeth and washed his face and feeling -- almost -- human, Tatsuya shambled into the kitchen. Taiga was there, of course, busy over the stove. He shot him a quick, bright glance before smiling, hugely.

“You look like hell,” he said, not even bothering to hide his smugness.

Tatsuya yawned and scratched his head. “What a coincidence, I feel like hell too. Sorry if I got out of hand yesterday.”

“You were okay. A little clingy. Do you want eggs with this?”

Tatsuya nodded and pulled up a seat. He contemplated talking to Taiga about what he’d said last night (and how much he still meant it) but decided that, for now anyway, he’d stick to asking for some coffee.

Prompt: team kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya

[starrwinter]

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major tags: None
Other tags: Supernatural elements

Prompt:
If I Had Posession Over Judgement Day - Robert Johnson
Hellhound on My Trail - Robert Johnson
Love in Vain - Robert Johnson
Terraplane Blues - Robert Johnson
Walkin' Blues - Robert Johnson

FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, T

[sexamura]

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: angst
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 784

I cry

***

“Do you have everything?”

It’s not what you want to say, but all the words you want to speak die upon your lips before they have a chance to escape.

Don’t go.

“Yeah, I think this is all of it.”

Stay here.

“Good, you don’t want to forget anything.”

Please.

There’s no evidence Sawamura’s been here, that he’s even existed in this place, existed here with you, for so long.

Your offer for him to live with you was impulsive and poor judgment, swayed simply by his dejected expression as he complained about housing prices and being on his own for the first time. But the light in his eyes as he’d eagerly agreed, and the sight of him entering your home with boxes full of his things to be put alongside yours, put every ounce of doubt out of your mind.

There’s no sign left of him, those very things of his that filled your home with life for years taken down, leaving the place appearing uninhabited and cold.

Nothing but the scratch on the wall the two of you have resigned to covering with a picture, the one that every time you ask how it happened, he changes the subject.

Nothing but the burn mark over the stove that happened the first time, and last time, he attempted to cook.

Nothing but the photos filling up your phone of the two of you, most of which had been taken by Sawamura, as he’s intent on documenting every moment of your lives together. Everything from victory selfies after games, to vacations he convinced you to go on, to domestic scenes where you simply exist together. Though you’re not sure you can bear to look at them after today.

There’s nothing left but the memories you yourself retain, memories that will be sure to fade with time, with nothing new to take their place. Memories of his sleeping form next to you, in your bed that’s really not meant for two people, but you make do. Memories of him wearing your clothes under the excuse that he doesn’t feel like doing laundry, and you would never admit to him that they looked so much better this way.

Memories of his smile and his laugh and him in his entirety, brighter and more beautiful than anything you feel you’ve ever deserved.

“I won’t forget anything,” he pouts, but there’s no real bite to his tone, no real emotion at all, as he stares at the ground.

There’s nothing left of him here, nothing of any real substance, nothing near enough to take the edge off the empty feeling in your chest even though he’s still standing right before you.

Please don’t do this.

“Call me when you get there.”

Don’t leave me alone.

“I will.”

The sound of a barely choked back sob, followed by a drop of water, a tear, falling to the floor, and he looks like he’s torn between throwing his travel bag to the ground, or turning around and taking it with him before he can tell himself not to.

You move forward on instinct. One step. And another. Until you’re reaching out to him before you even realize what you’re doing, wiping away the wetness falling freely down his cheeks with your thumb.

His gaze lifts to meet yours, and something akin to immeasurable pain and yet inexplicable relief grows through your chest at the sight of tears pooling in dull golden eyes, because he wants to be here just as much as you want him to.

Stay with me.

You don’t realize you’ve spoken your thoughts, your wants and desires and needs, aloud, until-

“I’m sorry.”

It’s barley a whisper, only just audible because of the distance between you that has all but dissipated.

“Then don’t go.”

It’s an empty request, one that he cannot fulfill no matter what either of you want at this point. He already has a new home, a new job, a new life, waiting for him far away from you. But you won’t be able to forgive yourself if you don’t try at least once more.

He leans forward, hesitant, tears falling against your skin until you realize they’re your own. The graze of a ghost of a kiss brushing across your cheek as he breathes-

“I’m sorry, Kazuya”

You’ve barely registered the act, not even given enough time to think, to tell him he doesn’t need to be sorry, that there’ll be nothing to be sorry about if he doesn’t leave, before he’s turned around, bag now thrown over his shoulder and headed to the door without so much as a glance back in your direction.

You reach out, helplessly and hopelessly, trying to grasp at something that is no longer yours to keep, something you realize has been lost to you for long before now.

The slam of the door resonates across the now mostly empty room, leaving you alone.

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[notallbees]

Ship: Bokuto Koutarou &/ Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Bokuto loves Freddie I don't make the rules

Prompt:

1. Crazy little thing called love - Queen
2. Serotonin - Mystery Jets
3. Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
4. Monkey!!! Knife!!! Fight!!! - Minus the Bear

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[marks]

he would

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[lemon]

Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
for him. - troye sivan
must have done something right - relient k
the wolf - mumford and sons
mine (cover) - third eye blind

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plistetsky, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: bromance, broquet for your best bud, bottle of brose
Word Count: 521

Relient K! Oh man!!

***

"Dude," Nishinoya says fervently. "Bro. Man, I love you."

"W-what?" Tanaka laughs, almost dropping his controller. He's sitting up, but Noya is stretched out on the couch behind him, half hanging off the cushions and tipping his head back almost upside down.

It's after midnight probably, Saeko working an overnight shift, so there's no one to tell them to get to bed, to turn on the lights and not sit too close to the TV. Nishinoya's controller is dangling all but forgotten in his hands, and his eyes are glazed over with sugar high.

They probably shouldn't have eaten a case of Kit-Kats, even if the fall flavor was Citrus Zest.

"You're the best!" Nishinoya tells him, beaming. "Every day I'm like, oh man, today was GREAT, but then the next day is like EVEN BETTER. You're the best friend. The BEST best friend!"

"Whoa dude, no homo," Tanaka says, rubbing the back of his head. He'd thought this was a distraction ploy to make him lose a round, but Nishinoya looks like he's forgotten he's even holding a controller, grin wide and sincere. "You're my best friend too, and stuff."

"No," Nishinoya says, "all the homo. One hundred percent brotal homo. No holds barred, anything goes. There is no other dude on this earth I would trust my dick with more."

"What the hell?" Tanaka says, cracking up, but there's a hot, fierce light in the center of his chest suddenly, and it flares brighter when Nishinoya rolls off the couch with a thump and all but throws himself into Tanaka's lap, eyes wide and hair falling softly around his ears, all the product washed out in the shower.

"Wanna go?" Nishinoya asks softly. They've done it before, jerked off next to each other during a sleepover, watched porn on Nishinoya's laptop, even touched each other a few times, but never like this. Never without some kind of pretense for why it's all right to do it together. There's definitely no excuse at the moment for how Tanaka wants to kiss the grin off Nishinoya's face, wants to bury fingers in his soft hair, wants to drown in the sugar bright of his eyes.

"Y-yeah," Tanaka breathes, and Nishinoya whoops with laughter as he stumbles to his feet and drags Tanaka up with him, towards his room, towards his futon. Nishinoya is so into it, into their skin together, Tanaka's lips on his shoulder, their hands clutched tight, that it doesn't leave Tanaka any time or space to worry about it. And maybe that's what Tanaka loves about Nishinoya most.

"Damn," Nishinoya says later, the two of them starfished apart to let the heat roll off their skin. "That was so awesome we should get shirts made."

Tanaka snickers, everything funny now. "Like 'I survived the 100% full on homo experience?'"

"No, dude, like matching ones! I wanna match with you."

Tanaka loses it. "We play on the same team!" he exclaims, laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. Nishinoya laughs too, agreeing that they sure do, all right.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[lemon]

Ship: Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possible angst ig???

Prompt:
fences - pusher ft. cappa
boyfriend - tegan and sara
seeing stars - borns