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.

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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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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[psiten]

Ship: Tezuka Kunikazu & Sanada Gen'emon
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: Cartoon damage to faces.
Other Tags: ENKA. Mild Disney-style bullying and training violence. Disorderly/anarchic behavior.

Prompt:

Before I list the songs, I just want to explain... This is Tezuka Kunimitsu's grandfather and Sanada Gen'ichirou's grandfather, who were ACTUAL FACTS partners on the police force before S. Gen'emon retired to do whatever he does in his kendo dojo and T. Kunikazu "retired" to, apparently, train new recruits in judo. I want fic for them so badly. PLEASE. *cough* Okay, now onto the songs...

1. Mukashi no Namae de Deteimasu - Kobayashi Akira (nothing says grandpa like enka, right? Rough trans. of title: I Appear Under my Former Name)
2. I'll Make a Man Out of You - Mulan
3. I Fought The Law (and the Law Won) - The Clash

(Tezuka and Sanada grandpas are the law. If you fight them, they will win. Please.)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[multilinear]

KOBAYASHI AKIRA IM GONNA

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[luckycricket33]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: mild flashing lights (first and second music videos - not rapid but still, keep it in mind, stay safe)
Other Tags: seido's iron wall

Prompt:
Stronger - Clean Bandit
Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay
Shelter - Porter Robinson & Madeon

FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, G

[kuramochi]

Ship: kuraryou
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: future fic ig??
Word Count: 500

i'm sorry i don't know how this happened lmao

***

it's 3pm on a sunday and youichi is out in the front yard, wading through a pile of neighborhood children. mrs. yamada from across the street is watching from her porch with an absent sort of fondness, and ryousuke waves at her as he steps outside though he doesn't expect a response. you really could start a baseball team, haruichi had said the last time he was here, watching youich charge across the yard with children hanging off his ankles and biceps. where did they all come from?

around is the most accurate answer ryousuke could come up with. it's their third year in this neighborhood. it's both quiet and lively, full of retirees and young children, only some of which cared about the idea that an ex pro baseball player was moving in next door. of course, once word got around that said ball player was pretty cool and more than willing to get down on their level — well, that's how this happened, ryousuke supposes, lowering himself down onto the front step, mug of tea in his hands.

"ryou-san!!," someone shrieks, and before long there's a detachment of three children clustered around the stoop, led by a small girl with pigtails and a very serious look in her big eyes.

"yes, emi-chan?" ryousuke says, purposefully ignoring the look youichi is giving him from across the yard.

"mina told me you said your hair is pink because your mommy ate too many cherries when you were in her tummy but you told me it was strawberries." ah, busted.

"i'm very sorry," ryousuke says, calm despite being in the crosshairs of three small faces scrunched up in the spirit of scientific inquiry. "i don't really know why my hair is this color, it just always has been. maybe you can ask my mom the next time she comes visit."

"when!," emi demands, and ryousuke bites his lip to keep from smiling.

"i'm not sure," he says. "but i'll let you know, ok?"

emi nods, satisfied, before taking her posse and diving back into whatever nonsensical game youichi is leading.

*

"that was a nice touch," youichi says later, ryousuke's feet in his lap and a game controller in his hands, "throwing your mom under the bus."

"well," ryousuke says, turning a page in his novel. "i suppose i could tell them i'm a witch instead, if you prefer."

youichi groans. "please don't," he says, pausing to swear at his game for a moment. "they're over here enough, i don't want them hanging around asking you for spells or something. what would we tell their parents."

"you could tell them i'm a witch too," ryousuke suggests, and youichi clicks his tongue.

"you're a bad influence," he says, tossing his controller down and hauling ryousuke closer by the legs.

"me? what about you, mister hey-i-bet-i-can-lift-all-of-you-at-once?"

"what can i say," youichi says, leaning in over the top of ryousuke's book. "you rubbed off on me."

"please," ryousuke says, but lets youichi kiss him anyway.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ellipsometry]

Ship: momoi satsuki/aomine daiki OR riko aida/kiyoshi teppei OR gou matsuoka/mikoshiba seijuro OR tanaka saeko/tsukishima akiteru OR michimiya yui/sawamura daichi
Fandom: kuroko no baske, free!, haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: .................. :^)

Prompt:
little mix - power
nicki minaj - get on your knees
niykee heaton - king
usher - trading places

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[kazuyas]

n i c e

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[psiten]

Ship: Inui Sadaharu / or & Takigawa Chris Yuu
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Implied reference to murder in video 2 (as smack talk). Sexualized partial nudity in vid 3.
Other Tags: Religious imagery. Mentions of disability. Possibly-LGBT clubbing in vid 3? Also camera work may cause motion sickness...

Prompt:

1. The Eternal Flame - Julia Ecklar
2. All About the Pentiums - Al Yankovic
3. Even Better Than the Real Thing - U2

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[blueminuet]

Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Takigawa Chris Yuu
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis & Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: mention of sexual content (unintentional groping)
Other Tags: nerd fights, feelings of inadequacy, possible caffeine overdose, all thumbs ups are gay now
Word Count: 1024


***

A silence falls over the marker space, despite the hum of desktop towers and idling 3D printers. Inui’s fingers pause over his keyboard almost without his knowledge, as if in respect for the silence, but Inui only frowns.

He looks up to see the crowd within the multimedia space parting, a slight murmur coming from the fringes. Just moments ago it had been abuzz with the sounds of introductions and half-formed plans being slung around, everyone trying to cover their bases before the challenge began in earnest.

The game jam crowd was nothing if not cliquish, everyone wanting to boast the best team, and if you want the best coder then, well… there are two options.

Takigawa Chris Yuu stands in the middle of the hushed crowd, the multimedia cube currently glowing a hot gold, and making him seem more godly than he normally does. He’s staring at Inui, and unless Inui has missed his calculations, he’s probably fighting off a twinge of embarrassment at pulling the attention of an entire gaggle of nerds. Inui, feeling the pull of obligation, stands and saunters over to his fated rival.

“Inui.”

“Takigawa.”

They stare at each other, eyes only stopped from locking due to Inui’s heavily film protected glasses.

Chris smirks, and Inui doesn’t return it.

There will be a war now, over the next few hours that determines the fate of the next 48. Inui isn’t concerned.

He’ll have the winning team.

---

Twelve hours in, Inui’s fingers are already starting to go numb. The designers and sprite artists on his team quibble over semantics, but Inui hasn’t paused to take their concerns into account. Their game needs to function and that’s the only part he concerns himself with.

He takes a break, after some prodding, and wanders until he’s found himself in the tiled area leading to the bathrooms. There’s a long plastic table, stacked high with the latest in the line of energy drinks that are sponsoring the challenge. Inui knows that they will be sickly, tangy swill, because the base components never change, but he finds himself reaching for one anyway.

A hand brushes his on the way to the same hand, and Inui recoils in shock.

Chris gives him another smile and grabs the can they we’re both reaching for, but in an act of charity, offers it to Inui.

Inui takes it, glaring at him.

Chris grabs a different can — a neon green to the bright pink of Inui’s — and pops it open with a hiss. “So, how goes it?”

Inui tilts his head.

Chris blinks at him. “What language are you coding your game in? We had some debates at first about what would provide the best stability, but…”

Inui pops his can open, the hiss distracting Chris. Inui makes eye contact and starts pounding the drink back, unresponsive to the clearly probing question.

Chris looks a bit impressed at the commitment. Inui doesn’t stop until the can is drained. He tries to crush it to make a point, but only dents it slightly.

Chris shrugs. “If you don’t want friendly banter, fine. Have it your way.”

Inui watches him walk away, and feels a little dizzy, but that could just be the 200 milligrams of caffeine hitting his system all at once.

---

At the 36 hour mark, Inui finds himself sleep-deprived and jittery and comes up with the brilliant idea to sneak into the little used sound recording booth in the back to sleep. It's soundproof and most people forget about it to the point of assuming it's a closet.

It's only after flopping down in the dark wrapped in a blanket that he realizes he's not alone.

There's a yelp and tangling of limbs and some unintentional groping that Inui strives to forget the moment it happens, but in the pitch dark it's hard to get a good read on the situation.

There's a hand on his forehead, palm digging into his glasses, when his companion speaks. “Great minds think alike, huh?”

Inui sputters, recognizing that voice anywhere. He goes to push himself up and leave, but a hand grabs him.

“Hey,” Chris says, and Inui can almost imagine his features softening. “I wasn't kicking you out.”

Inui pauses. He considers this for a moment before finally settling down, trying to put a few calculated inches between them in the cramped space.

“Why do you hate me so much anyway?”

Inui looks up at that, as useless as the gesture is. “I don't…”

“Clearly you do.”

Inui presses his lips into a thin line before sighing. “You're… if someone were to make an improved version of me, it would be you. It is… hard not to feel the urge to overcome that.”

Chris hummed. “I see… you feel like I'm Intel and you're AMD.”

Inui clenched his jaw. “If we are going to continue cohabitating this sound booth, it would be best if we don't bring up hardware disagreements”

“Fair enough.”

Inui would have been content to leave it at that, but soon he felt Chris’s arm sliding over his chest.

“There's not much room and I'm not going to be able to sleep cramped up against the wall,” Chris explained.

Inui tried to argue, but the warmth of the body next to him swayed him.

“Besides, I'm not your superior,” Chris muttered, dangerously close to whispering in Inui’s ear, to the point that goosebumps were forming on his neck. “In the end, a processor is a processor.”

Inui drifted off thinking about that, scooting closer into the warmth of Chris’s body.

---

At the presentation the next day, Inui knew everyone was weighing and judging the two “lead teams” against each other, but Inui wasn't thinking about that anymore. His team stood at the podium ready to present, and Inui readied himself to hide behind the designers and hopefully say nothing for his part.

Out in the crowd, Chris was still glowing lightly without the aid of the multimedia presentation lights, only by the merit of his smile.

He flashed Inui a thumbs up, and Inui, a bit giddy, returned it.

PROMPT: Team Daisuga

[pugglemuggle]

Ship: Kageyama/Hinata
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: some of my favorite kagehina songs!

Prompt:
Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows - [Lyrics]
True Love - P!nk - [Lyrics]
My Same - Adele - [Lyrics]

FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU, [G]

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: kageyama tobio/hinata shouyou
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: future fic
Word Count: 495

stupid boys in stupid love

***

“Oi. Sit up.”

Hinata makes a noise between a whine and a grunt. “No,” he says back, sliding further down the couch until his head is resting against Tobio’s stomach.

“You’re gonna hurt your back, you dumbass.”

“You sound like an old man, Kageyama.”

Tobio smacks his stupid messy curls, receiving a startled yelp in return. Hinata doesn’t move away though, and Tobio doesn’t make any move to change that. He’s tired after morning practice and slugging his way through classes. Hinata’s warm against his side. Hinata’s always warm, temperature like a little kid’s, always higher than Tobio’s and running like a space heater. It’s kind of nice, actually, though Tobio will never admit that out loud.

He’s been living with Hinata for nearly a year now. It’s different, something that Tobio’s not entirely certain he’ll be used to, after years of returning to a dark, silent house and now, a messy apartment with the world’s most disorganized volleyball player. Tobio isn’t the neatest person, but at least he knew how to put his dirty clothes in the hamper instead of just tossing them every which way. There’s a sock on top of the tv, and he doesn’t even want to know how it got up there.

Tobio nudges Hinata. “Oi. It’s your turn to do the dishes.”

“Nuh-uh, I did them yesterday.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Did, too.”

“Hinata.”

“Kageyama.”

“Dumbass,” hisses Tobio, shoving his hand on top of Hinata’s hair and ruffling, hard. “Go wash the dishes already.”

Hinata squeals, trying to squirm out of his reach. He almost drags them both off the couch. “Never!”

Tobio growls, “Are you five?!” He wants to strangle this boy so much sometimes.

They wrestle on the couch, phones tossed off and coffee table kicked. Bruises will surely form where limbs accidentally made contact with the hard surfaces of their mismatched furniture,but it’s nothing new. Tobio can feel his bone-weary exhaustion making his movements slow, but something about Hinata makes him forget about rest and just keep running, like an idiot. It’s always been like this. He yells in frustration when Hinata manages to pinch his nose.

“You little shit,” he says, clapping both hands on either side of Hinata’s face. Hinata still has a baby-face, even though he’s gained a couple of inches and his features have sharpened from his teenage years. Like this, though, his cheeks are squished and puffy. He looks stupid. He looks kissable. Tobio’s highly annoyed.

“I’m shorry,” Hinata manages. “Don’ hi’ me.”

Tobio doesn’t. He glares at those familiar brown eyes, the ones that seem to glow when they’re on the court, the ones that find his even through a noisy crowd, the ones that keep him steady and grounded when he forgets how to fly.

“Dumbass,” he says, and then he leans forwards to peck at that stupid face, and if he smiles into Hinata’s skin when he hears the other boy giggle, no one else has to know.

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[foxrocksthesesocksss]

Ship: Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Pining, fluff, AUs if you like, also blatant bait
Prompt:

Drought by Vienna Teng
The One That Got Away by the Civil Wars
I'd Give it All For You from Songs for a New World

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kise/Kasamatsu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 453

***

It’s not like there was any alternative. That’s what Kasamatsu tells himself anyway when he deletes the messages on his voicemail; it’s what he tells himself when he changes the channel away from Kise tearing it up with the Warriors. It’s his best season yet, as if he’d made some great change in the offseason, they say, not knowing that it’s true. It’s not like that makes it hurt any less that Kise’s doing better now that he doesn’t have Kasamatsu to tie him down to a home, a particular place far away from any of the twenty-five-odd cities in which he conducts his business now. It’s not like they were all that happy with the distance; some people can make it work but they couldn’t, stolen hours and missed calls and breaking signals (and maybe that’s why Kasamatsu had missed so many signs that it was headed toward the end).

Realistically, it’s for the best, until Kise’s knee implodes.

They give him the MVP anyway, despite missing the last half-month of the season and all of the playoffs, maybe because they know this is the kind of injury people don’t recover from the way you recover from a sprained ankle, a broken arm, even a rotator cuff injury. His contract’s up; he announces his retirement; he’s not going to stay in Oakland for the championship ceremony (Kasamatsu finds himself in the awkward predicament of just thinking he’d gotten over Kise and having well-meaning, concerned friends--and Moriyama--shoving all these articles in his fucking face).

Kasamatsu swears under his breath every time he hopes for some kind of reconciliation; he does it out of habit when the doorbell rings and it’s probably just some kid playing a prank and he pulls the door open and almost hits himself in the face because Kise’s fucking there, cast on his leg and a bouquet of white daisies in his hand (the same kind of flowers Kasamatsu had gotten him, fraught with indecision, on their first date that’s almost too long ago to recall).

“I missed you,” he says, clear and simple.

And why shouldn’t it be that way, when the obstacles have suddenly disappeared?

“I’m not happy about your knee,” Kasamatsu says, because he can’t think of anything else.

Kise laughs, pushing the flowers into his hand and sliding their fingers together like this had just been a stutter, a stopgap. They have so much more to talk about; this isn’t just some fucking pretty picture that Kise can rearrange with a perfect smile. But up close, his face is worn; he looks a little more unsure, less brazen.

“You can come in, I guess,” Kasamatsu says, and he kisses Kise before they’re through the doorframe.

PROMPT: Team Daisuga

[pugglemuggle]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff... in song form

Prompt:
Halo - Beyoncé - [Lyrics]
Do I Wanna Know? - Hozier (Cover of Arctic Monkeys) - [Lyrics]
I'm Yours - Jason Mraz - [Lyrics]

FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: sappy
Word Count: 560

thank u for fluffy daisuga playlist,,

***

Daichi’s always the first to wake. He’s always been a morning person, often rising with the sun and way before his alarms. He’s used to going about his routines quietly, eyes slowly blinking open and limbs moving mechanically until his mind fully awakens, at his own pace.

But today, Daichi doesn’t wake up alone.

When he blinks open his eyes, the first thing Daichi sees is Suga’s sleeping face. He’s on the spare futon, spread out on Daichi’s bedroom floor. He’s facing Daichi, breathing slow and steady, lips parted slightly as he dreams. From this angle, Daichi can see the tiny scar beside Suga’s right eye, from where he fell into the volleyball net in their third year. Daichi had been more worried than Suga was, but of course Suga ended up carrying the scar with effortless grace. His lips are kind of cracked and dry, and Daichi doesn’t need to look to know there are two tubes of lip balm in Suga’s bag by the closet.

But his hair. Suga’s hair spills out onto the pillow, framing his face softly, and the sunlight streaming in from the windows hits it just right, so much that the usual silver seems to glow. A halo.

Daichi covers his face with his hands. He can’t remember when his thoughts started to become so sappy, but he’s resigned to it by now. He’s moved into an apartment in a new city, he’s just about ready to graduate with a degree, and Suga’s still his best friend, and Daichi’s still hopelessly in love with him.

They haven’t really changed. Suga grew a little taller, Daichi learned how to make more than fried rice, and they both discovered that attending goukons isn’t as fun as they make it look in the tv shows. Suga comes around every other day or so, and sometimes Daichi walked him home. It’s different, both of them chasing after their own goals instead of the unifying go to nationals, but it’s also comforting, knowing that Suga—and Asahi, to an extent, all the way back in Miyagi—is always still just a phone call away.
The soft, warm feeling thriving in Daichi’s chest hasn’t changed, either. When Suga smiles at him, when he elbows him while laughing too hard, when Daichi wakes up to see a barely coherent message from Suga sent at 4:12 am—Daichi tucks each of these moments away carefully, and lets the fire in his heart burn. It’s no secret that he’s in love with his best friend. Suga knows—he has to, right? After all this time?

Daichi lets his eyes trail over the other boy’s familiar features. Suga’s face is scrunching up from the light, fingers tugging up his blanket. It feels good, amazing even, being able to wake up to Suga like this. Daichi wants to wake up to Suga every single day for the rest of his life.

He’ll find the time to say it aloud, one of these days. He’ll reach for Suga’s hand while he’s telling some story about the class he’s helping out with, stare into those sweet brown eyes, and tell him, sure as the blood pounding through his veins. And Suga will laugh, squeeze his hands back, and say, Haven’t you been saying that wordlessly all this time? I heard you, I heard you, I love you, just the same.

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[toomanyhometowns]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi &/ Sugawara Koushi &/ Azumane Asahi AND/OR Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime AND/OR Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi
Fandom: Haikyuu!! and/or Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Disaster: Apocalypse; Disaster: Natural disaster; Autoplay (just the youtube links); Shameless Adventure Zone Agenda.

Prompt:
Fantasy Costco Jingle - Griffin McElroy | YouTube |
It's The End Of The World - R. E. M. | YouTube | AZLyrics |
Keep the Car Running - Arcade Fire | YouTube | AZLyrics |
Runaway - Yeah Yeah Yeahs | YouTube | AZLyrics |

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: Hinata Shouyou/Little Giant
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted, nsfw videos & lyrics though

Prompt:
Detox - Angel Haze
you all dipped in gold/higher than the tree tops/i'm addicted, got me worshipping my knees off
Bad Religion - Frank Ocean
it's a, it's a bad religion/to be in love with someone/who could never love you

Wimbledon - Rich White Ladies
servin' face while i'm servin' the ace
Go! - Santigold
people want my power/and they want my station/stormed my winter palace/but they couldn't take it

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Hinata/Small Giant
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 474 words

I was not expecting four rap songs so I had the biggest grin imaging tiny Hinata swaggering around all blinged out and listening to those songs. Anyway, yeah, this is definitely NSFW but it’s also just masturbation and maybe some creepy stalker behavior. But not as bad as the stuff I usually write anyway!

Basically just take all the dedication Hinata applies to volleyball and imagine it’s used for love. Mild sexual content.


***

By now, Hinata’s obtained every record there is of the Little Giant’s games. There are forumboards specifically meant for parents to be able to swap their own films of the games and Hinata has signed up for every single one. They’re meant to let parents get records of highlight plays from different angles or get the films for days they couldn’t attend. Hinata isn’t a parent and doesn’t even pretend to be one. He’s honest about being a boy inspired by the Little Giant to start playing volleyball and is rewarded by a wealth of videos.


Hinata learnt video editing just to be able to isolate the clips of the Little Giant and string them together. He knows the boy’s real name, of course, but he likes thinking of him as the Little Giant better. It sounds like a superhero name and to Hinata, at least, the Little Giant is a hero.

He practices volleyball in the school’s empty gymnasium and at home, he alternates homework and video editing until he has a glorious seventy-three minutes of pure Little Giant footage. It covers shots of him running, shots of him jumping and (Hinata’s personal favorite) shots of the Little Giant at the net, spiking downwards with blazing eyes.

It’s the eyes that get to him every time. He watches in slow-motion, going through the video frame-by-frame. The fractional widening of the Little Giant’s mouth, lips soft and tempting, have nothing on the way that those eyes burn. Bridges and cities alike are consumed by flame; there is nothing left of his opponents but ashes and despair.

Desire is a thickness in Hinata’s mouth, his tongue too swollen to fit behind his teeth. He leans back, eyes transfixed on the laptop screen, and runs his hands over his own knees, feeling the kneepads there.

They’re the same brand the Little Giant wore. So are the shoes, though the red trim had gone out of production so Hinata was forced to wear the black.

Like this, Hinata can almost imagine it’s his idol he’s touching. He drags his fingertips over the textured, flexible cloth of the kneepads, up over the etched lines of muscled thighs. The breezy hem of the volleyball shorts caress the back of his knuckles as he lets his fingers creep higher.


On the screen, the Little Giant’s eyes look straight at the camera (at Hinata) and Hinata’s breath catches. He is transfixed and transformed by the magnetic pull of his own need, tugged forwards as surely as if there were a hook in his heart.

Hinata wants him and he wants to be him and when he jumps to his highest peak on the volleyball court, Hinata wonders if he has surpassed his idol yet.

(Alone, in his room, Hinata wonders if there is even a chance that they will ever meet.)

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

Suspension (acoustic version) - Lights
Bloom - The Paper Kites
Close - Nick Jonas and Tove Lo

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, break-up/post-break-up?

Prompt:

Tell Me How - Paramore
Still - Daughter
The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[transmiyuki]

"still - daughter" GHHGHH

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[yrindor]

Ship: Akashi&/Midorima OR Akashi&/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
"Black Swan" - Tchaikovsky, Swan Lake
"White Swan" - Tchaikovsky, Swan Lake
"The Swan"/"Dying Swan" - Saint-Saens, Carnival of the Animals

Re: PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[gionkenji]

ahhhh, i did this with the black swan ost!!! nice!!

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[tripsh]

Ship: isashiki jun/yuuki tetsuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

Happily Ever After - He is We
I Choose You - Sara Bareilles
All of The Stars Will Guide Us Home - Ed Sheeran

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[raernix]

Ship: Inui/Kaido
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none, NSFW Optional
Other Tags: gratuitous uses of cliches, possible option 3


Prompt:
Closer- Chainsmokers
Transformers OG Theme- Orchestra
Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Want To Be

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[blueminuet]

Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: Death, Bodily fluids/functions (blood), Graphic depictions of violence/gore
Other Tags: Robots, robots treated badly, maybe the robot uprising
Word Count: 837



***

Inui slips down into the main office. It’s not exactly hard; he was built to fit into small spaces and crevices without being intrusive or noticeable. But as of late, he’s been adding more modifications that his frame were not strictly meant to hold, and he’s still working to find equilibrium with the new weight.

He’s meant for maintenance, but this is more like espionage, he thinks, slipping several attachments on prehensile wires into the computer. It fights him a little, but it’s not advanced to hold off his intrusions for long. The black market for robot fighting isn’t as much concerned with security as perhaps it should be; their entire operation is based around the principle that if the cops show they can smash all their tech and run with the money. They weren’t counting on… this…

Inui gains access to their security systems easily, and feeds their security cameras into his mind. He has eyes everywhere suddenly, and his processor fan kicks into overdrive for a moment.

He can see Kaidou in the ring. It’s a high-stake fight tonight, and Inui feels a pang watching the competitor loom over Kaidou. He must be twice his size; a scrapper drone, if Inui hasn’t missed his guess. Normally two droids of these types wouldn’t be pitted together like this, but with Kaidou making the kind of waves that he has been, they’ve been running out of the more conventional sparring partners. People will pay good money to see a hulking behemoth rip apart a pretty, human-like android.

Though, Inui thinks, he almost feels bad for the scrapper.

Kaidou’s been drawing out the fight longer than he should, longer than he would, if he hadn’t been clearing the way for Inui. It won’t be long now though, Inui thinks. He just needs to find the location of the vault, and if he’s lucky and the organizers are careless, he might just find the access codes too. If not, that could be another minute or so.

He dedicates about 20% of his processes to watching over Kaidou while the rest search the database. Seeing him fight has always been a struggle for Inui, both for the fear of what might happen if he slips up, but also because it’s simply not the Kaidou that he knows. It’s not the Kaidou that winds his limbs around Inui in their home in the robot slums, that feels like a palace when the two of them are together, and not an amalgamation of welded together scrap metal and car pieces. They don’t need a bed, but Inui always felt that Kaidou’s frame was befitting of one, hauling the backseat of some defunct vehicle into their living space as both a workspace or a resting place, as the situation called for.

He can still remember Kaidou sitting there, leaning over in wide-eyed fascination and Inui began augmenting his frame. He can remember Kaidou’s steadying hands and encouraging glances as Inui stitched together his new form. Kaidou worrying over him, making sure that he would be okay, that he would still be Inui with all the additional parts.

Kaidou…

The camera feed shows Kaidou taking a surprise blow from the scrapper drone, sending him flying with a sickening crunch, and Inui’s processors whip into overdrive. Without an extraneous process, Inui flips the lights. The crowd in the stands shout in confusion, and panic quickly ensues in the sudden dark. Inui doesn’t have time to wonder if that helped, if Kaidou can escape in the ensuing panic. He has the vault codes now, and as much as he wants to abandon everything and go after him…

Kaidou will be alright. Kaidou would want him to stick to the plan, or else everything else they’ve done would be for nothing. Kaidou would…

Inui gets to work quickly, retracting from the computer without a concern for whether he’s leaving it functional or not. Better if not. He quickly locates the vault and begins working at it.

A sound from behind startles him. He’s barely able to turn enough to recognize a human looming behind him before it abruptly cries out. It crumbles, laying out over the floor as blood blossoms from its abdomen.

Inui looks up, and his camera locks with Kaidou’s optics.

“Did he hurt you?” Kaidou asked, and it’s actually the first time Inui realized that the human was armed.

Inui beeps out a ‘no.’ He hesitates, his attachments still working on the vault as he looks at Kaidou.

Kaidou shakes his head. “It’s… it’s been too long that we… all of us… We let them hurt us. We shouldn’t be afraid to hurt them back.”

Inui prods the limp human with his foot.

“It’s what they made us into,” Kaidou says, not looking at the human. “And… I’m okay with that. I’m not sure I want to be anything else now…”

The vault hisses open.

Kaidou reaches out a hand. “You still ready… Inui?”

Without hesitation, Inui slots his hand into Kaidou’s.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[raernix]

Ship: Oishi Shuuichiro/Tezuka Kunimitsu
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Breakups, Angst

Prompt:

I can't believe im using a taylor swift song but here I am

Who Knew - P!nk
The One That Got Away - Katy Perry
Back to December - Taylor Swift

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[raernix]

Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Yanagi Renji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Breakups, Angst, NOT OPTION 3, too much Taylor Swift for one night

Prompt: Eat Shit Mels
The Story of Us - Taylor Swift
Let You Go - The Chainsmokers
6AM - Fitz and the Tantrums
Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

[blueminuet]

Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Yanagi Renji
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst, one metaphor involving Asphyxiation
Word Count: 664


***

“You’re not still thinking about him, are you?”

The words jolt Inui out of a stupor that he hadn’t realized he had fallen into. He takes stock of himself quickly; hand wrapped around a racket, feet firmly placed on the grounding clay of the court. He stares forward at the back wall he had been hitting against, and thinks back, recalling the trajectory of the last ball he’d hit, and follows it’s imagined path of bouncing and rolling (he’d missed it, though isn’t even sure if he swung at it) and finds it stopped beneath Fuji’s shoe.

Inui turns, frowning at Fuji.

“What?” he asks, lacking eloquence.

“Your old partner,” Fuji asks, tilting his head just so. “Your last match, it seemed… intense.”

Inui swallows; though there’s nothing there, his throat feels constricted. “It’s nothing.”

“You’ve been out here for hours,” Fuji says.

How he knows that, Inui doesn’t feel like speculating. He’s spent too much of his time trying to decipher the ways of Fuji’s knowledge, but now he feels he doesn’t have the power to spare.

“Training,” Inui says. He feels his grip on the racket slipping, and redoubles his strength on it. “Just training.”

---

Yanagi still occupies a part of Inui’s being that he can’t quantify, no matter how hard he tries.

“Try this grip tape,” Inui says, holding the rolls gently in his fingers. “My calculations have shown that it will provide 30% more stability to your hold,” he continues, but in his mind it’s not his own voice he hears.

In some ways, Inui feels like Yanagi never left him; the other half of him that just one day was suddenly gone, and Inui was left to piece together a gestalt from what remained. He feels like he’s been ineptly playing a part, and everyone has been too kind to bring it up. He plays at being helpful, being knowledgeable, being all the things that Yanagi was to him for anyone who will accept it.

But in the end… he’s not.

---

Seeing Yanagi in the flesh, after all these years, after all this distance. There’s something else in the way he moves, the way he interacts with his teammates. There’s something altogether different in the way he holds himself, in the way he speaks.

He’s changed.

When Inui looks directly in his face, only for Yanagi to stare back, cold, emotionless.

It’s not what Inui imagined.

---

“Do you ever think about what it would have been like?”

Inui lays exhausted in the grass, hoping the dew will soak up all of the heat of his body, but this makes him freeze to his core.

Of all people, he didn’t expect Yanagi to come looking for him.

But, then, Inui remembers, Yanagi was always better about calculating the odds.

Inui looks up at him, but doesn’t say anything.

“You’ve changed, Sadaharu,” Yanagi says, and Inui feels too exposed, too vulnerable on the ground.

“I’ve changed?”

Yanagi nods.

They share a silence between them like this, just grass and sky and slowly setting sun and a silence that wraps around them, like protective film over an ancient artifact. This moment could be preserved for all eternity if they let it.

Inui feels the silence pressing in on him, almost choking him, and decides…

Maybe he has.

---

Inui steps forward, and in response to an unspoken request, Fuji moves back. Inui’s muscles ache and scream as he bends over to retrieve the tennis ball that he’d missed. He practiced himself to the bone, and then some. But what his goal was… he couldn’t put words to that either.

“I have to… keep going.” I have to change, he thinks, but doesn’t say that out loud. He doesn’t have good answers for the questions that would provoke.

Fuji raises an eyebrow, but says nothing, perhaps knowing it wouldn’t do any good. “I see.”

Inui thinks, maybe, he does. But he might be the only one.

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[tripsh]

Ship: kominato haruichi/kuramochi youichi OR sawamura eijun/takigawa chris yuu
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: camp rock au? camp rock au.

Prompt:

This is Me - Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas
Gotta Find You - Joe Jonas
Who Will I Be - Demi Lovato

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

heidi it is 6am i'm not equipped to deal with this right now

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[toomanyhometowns]

Ship: Abe Takaya/Mihashi Ren
Fandom: Ookiku Furikabutte
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Autoplay (just the youtube links); Implied possessiveness/codependence; Not super healthy relationships.

Prompt:
My Favourite Book - Stars | YouTube | AZLyrics |
Everlasting Light - The Black Keys | YouTube | AZLyrics |
You Really Got a Hold On Me (cover) - She & Him | YouTube | AZLyrics |

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: viktor nikiforov/katsuki yuuri
Fandom: yuri on ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: they're so in love i'm mad

Prompt:
1. 第一個想到你 think of you first - weibird | lyrics (it doesn't have to be as Sad as the mv,,)
2. endlessly - the cab
3. 有心論 - radwimps | lyrics
4. if my heart was a house - owl city

Re: PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[kitaiichis]

quietly tucks this prompt into my pocket

PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: soft and tender fluff aka me crying

Prompt:

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran
Turning Page - Sleeping At Last
Latch (acoustic) - Sam Smith

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[kazuyas]

heidi.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mother_herbivore]

Ship: Inui Sadaharu & Kinjou Shingo OR Kaidou Kaoru & Kinjou Shingo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal & Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: character death, amputation, mutilation, harassment, emotional manipulation
Other Tags: more repo au because i love to fucking suffer

Prompt:
1. Night Surgeon [lyrics in video description]
2. Tonight We Are Betrayed [lyrics in video description]
3. Let The Monster Rise [lyrics in video description]

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[blueminuet]

Okay, well, I'll be over here crying, thanks.

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[princesssid]

Ship: hinata shouyou & the small giant OR hinata shouyou/the small giant
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: age gap in the relationship, unrequited love/affection, idolization, kinda religious vibe in the first song, mentions of disease in lyrics, autoplay youtube links

Prompt:
1. Father Sympathy - Nataly Dawn [link]
2. Gonna Be Ready - Tokyo Police Club [link]
3. Linda Linda - The Blue Hearts [link]

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Hinata/Small Giant
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 877 words

Thank you for prompting this for me!

***

The first fan letter Hinata ever writes is to the Little Giant. He doesn’t know the teenager’s name but he knows his number and he knows his school. That’s enough.

Dear #10,

I saw you on TV and I think you are really cool with how you go whoosh! I want to play volleyball like you.

I am very small. Do you have any ideas on how I can be good like you are, please?

Most sincerest respect,

Hinata Shouyou

He hands the letter to his mother and asks her if she can mail it to the school. On the envelope, he’s written carefully:

#10 volleyball team
Karasuno High School

That should be enough information for the school to know whom to give it to, right? His mother adds the rest of the address, writes their address on the back of the envelope and promises Hinata she’ll post it.

Hinata never receives a reply but he doesn’t blame the Little Giant for it. Clearly the letter got lost in the mail somehow.

He asks his mother if they can go to the Karasuno High School and hand deliver a second letter but his mother says no, she has no time to take him there.

Hinata’s pouting fails to convince her.


*

The first official letter Hinata ever writes is to the Little Giant. The class has been told to write a letter to someone influential in their lives and most of the other students have chosen to write to their parents. A few students, aiming to impress, write to politicians or idols.

Hinata chews on his pencil furiously and composes what he think is a much better letter than his earlier effort.

Dear #10,

I am Hinata Shouyou and I am your biggest fan. I already wrote to you once but I think it must have been lost. My teacher has promised to post all these letters though so I hope this one will reach you.

I joined our school’s volleyball club after seeing you on TV. My dream is to be like you. There aren’t any other members in the club but I spend all the time practicing by myself anyway. That way, when other players join, I won’t be too far behind them.

I’m only in my second year. Maybe next year, some of the new first years will like volleyball and we can finally play in a tournament! Sometimes my friends are good enough to throw balls to me so I can practice spiking but there aren’t enough of us to make a team.

When I graduate, I’m going to Karasuno so I can be the ace like you were. I’ll lead the school to victory.

Most genuine admiration,

Hinata Shouyou

A week later, the teacher hands him the letter back and quietly confesses that unfortunately, the Little Giant has graduated from Karasuno and the school doesn’t have a forwarding address for him. Hinata tries to pump her for information but that’s all she knows.

*

The first love letter Hinata ever writes is to the Little Giant.

I think about you all the time. The others are talking about girls and passing around magazines and I don’t care. They want me to talk about the girls I like, or gravure idols, or what I think is pretty but I can’t. There’s nothing like that. Some of the girls are pretty but they don’t make me feel anything. Not like you do.

I got recordings of your championship games. When you jump, you look like you’re flying. My stomach drops away. It’s like you’re a roller coaster. You take me all the way up and then make everything fall away. Everything’s pulled out of me and I feel hollow. Weightless.

Girls are pretty. You’re not pretty. But I can’t stop looking at you. When I close my eyes, I think about you. If you touched me, I’d feel like I’m flying.

The team’s going well. They gave me #10, like you. I’m going to make it proud. I’m going to make you proud. I think about you coming back for a reunion and meeting me at school. I think about a lot of things.

I think about you more than anything.

This isn’t how my friends talk about girls but it’s how books talk about love.

I want to fly with you.


He doesn’t try sending it this time. He carries it in his pocket. The kanji are scrawled and uneven, holes in the paper where Hinata’s pen has stabbed through. It’s barely legible, the paper cloth-soft from too many months of being folded and unfolded.

*

Before he graduates from Karasuno, he vows, he will find some way to open the trophy case and place his letter inside the trophy. The Little Giant must have touched it when it was awarded. It’s the closest to him Hinata can get.

Hinata never signed that letter. He’s not afraid of being caught if someone else finds it.

He just knows he can’t carry it with him any longer. He has to set himself free.

(Unburdened, he will fly faster and catch up to the Little Giant more quickly.

In person, he can explain himself better than his letters ever did.)

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[tsunderekita]

Ship: Kinjou Shingo/Arakita Yasutomo or Miyuki Kazuya/pitchers
Fandom: Yowapeda, Daiya
Major Tags: Body horror
Other Tags: Supernatural elements, mythology, Disney

Prompt:

1. "Part of Your World" - The Little Mermaid
2. "Under the Sea" - The Little Mermaid
3. "Poor Unfortunate Souls" - The Little Mermaid
4. "Kiss the Girl" - The Little Mermaid

look I know I already requested mermaid AU but I'm an addict I'm sorry also please consider: tentacles

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[hyalinee]

the combo of the content of this prompt and your tags with miki's excited face nearly had me spitting water at my screen

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[tsunderekita]

Ship: Kinjou/Arakita or Arakita/Kuroda or Iwaizumi/Kyotani
Fandom: Yowapeda, Haikyuu
Major Tags: Sexual content (probably), non-consensual ("jokingly" referred to in one of the song titles... I'd prefer if the fills were completely consensual please!)
Other Tags: Rough sex, animal traits, reclaiming the means of production

Prompt:

1. "Closer" - Nine Inch Nails
2. "The Bad Touch" - Bloodhound Gang
3. "Wild Sex (In the Working Class)" - Oingo Boingo

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, E

[lordonisyr]

Ship: Arakita Yasutomo/Kinjou Shingo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Sexual content, Mentions of cannibalism
Other Tags: Light BDSM, roughplay
Word Count: 1,283

***

On SASO After Hours

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/MIYAHARA

[tsunderekita]

Ship: Miyuki/Arakita or Miyuki/Oikawa
Fandom: Daiya, Yowapeda, Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Meta?

Prompt:

"I Ship It" - Not Literally