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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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Futakuchi Kenji/Yahaba Shigeru OR Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi OR Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: depictions of violence in the lyrics
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Infected - Bad Religion
You and me have a disease/ You affect me, you infect me/ I'm afflicted, you're addicted

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya, Riko/Momoi, Kagami &/ Kuroko or Momoi & Aomine, Manami/Midousuji
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke or Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: i just love loyalty even on the wrong side
Prompt:

Partners In Crime Set It Off
You'll never take us alive/ We swore that death will do us part/ They'll call our crimes a work of art

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[ellipsometry]

Ship: aomine daiki & momoi satsuki
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: death
Other Tags: violence, i don't actually know anything about bank robbery
Word Count: ~800


***

Satsuki can almost fit in with them, can almost blend into the crowd if she tries hard enough. It must be a strange experience for her, Daiki thinks. Satsuki has never not stood out; less like a sore thumb or a weed that needs to be plucked, more like an uncommonly beautiful flower that’s blossomed in spite of all circumstance.

And, of course, the wig helps. When Daiki helps Satsuki get ready in the morning, he tucks a bubblegum-pink strand of hair behind her ear, out of sight. With the black wig, the colored contacts, and the unflattering clothes she could be almost anyone. She could be no one at all. Except for with Daiki; he could spot her a mile away.

“You’re always so gentle, Dai-chan,” Satsuki says, as Daiki zips up her dress, “I’m not going to break, you know.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s creepy, coming from you,” she teases, laying her hair in place and grabbing her briefcase, “How do I look?”

Daiki rolls his eyes, “Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” Satsuki whines, adjusting her belt. She does look good, maybe a bit too good, but if natural beauty is her only weakness, then she’s still miles ahead of any other partner Daiki’s ever had. Besides, she’s one of only two people he’d actually trust with his life.

It’s been months since they started planning this particular robbery, the crown jewel of their heists, and hopefully their last before they retreated into hiding. Until then, it was painstaking research, endless reconnaissance missions, and detail-gathering trips.

Satsuki had no problem hacking into the employee personnel files, memorizing their schedules, their bad habits and tics. When she walks in, freshly-printed ID badge hung around her slender neck, she looks just nervous enough to pass easily as a new hire, and a man wearing a wide tie and a wider smile steers her toward her new office.

Alone, Daiki can rob a bank maybe once every three to four months. His hauls are small -- never more than a few hundred thousand yen. To get to the real goods -- that is, the diamonds and priceless jewelry held in the deepest parts of the building -- requires a more delicate touch.

Which means that with Satsuki on his side, the possibilities are endless.

He waits for their arranged time, then slips around the back of the building. The door is unlocked, as promised. He’s cased the building blueprint over and over in his head: a left, two rights, punch in the door code, take the second door on the right, turn left again, meet there.

Satsuki is supposed to meet him alone, having acquired the keycard and lock combo for the largest safe. When he rounds the corner, though, he finds her struggling with the bank teller from earlier, his mouth gagged with tape, hands tied sloppily with a telephone wire.

“What the hell?” Daiki growls, round-house kicking the man under his jaw, mostly on instinct. The man goes goes limp instantly, unconscious.

“It’s a fingerprint safe, only this guy has access,” Satsuki hisses. Her wig is falling off and the fake glasses she’s wearing are askew in away that’s almost comical, “I couldn’t just take his finger and run.”

That’s debatable, Daiki thinks, but he doesn’t say so, just curses under his breath and grabbing the slumped-over man, dragging him by the collar towards their destination, “The cameras are out?”

“Yes. Only on this floor, though.”

“And no one followed you?”

“N-No.”

“You do realize what this means, right?”

Daiki expects Satsuki to hesitate, but to his surprise she does nothing of the sort, “I do. I’ll do it.”

He lets the thought sit, just in case she changes her mind. But that moment never comes. Daiki rubs at his wrists, where the tight leather of his gloves is already chafing, “Well, let’s get to work.”

Their work is systematic once they get inside the safe. Daiki package the jewels carefully, and they grab some cash as well for the road, Satsuki carefully picking out the ink packets with practiced fingers.

When it’s time to go, Satsuki surprises him again, reaching under Daiki’s jacket. Her fingers are warm, even through the material of his shirt. When Satsuki finds what she’s looking for, she smiles wanly, pulling out the revolver from its holster. Then, the silencer.

“I can still do it,” Daiki says, resting a hand on her arm.

“No,” Satsuki shrugs him off, eyes lingering on the form of the still-unconscious bank teller, “I need to do it. I want to.”

There’s silence as she screws on the suppressor, which leaves Daiki compelled to say, “It’ll all be worth it. For us to get the hell out of here.”

“I know,” Satsuki smiles, and then she takes aim.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: FLCL is so Good

Prompt:
Ride On Shooting Star - The Pillows
Ride on shooting star/ Searching for you, and in withdrawal syndrome/ I told a lie

not exactly accurate lyrics translation but ayy

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: please feel free to make this as dark and terrible as you like :), like seriously
Prompt:

Kill The Lights - Set It Off
Kill the lights, kill the actor, kill the actress/ I'm afraid that the spotlight dried you up,

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Kuroko Tetsuya & Momoi Satsuki & Kagami Taiga & GOM (or whatever combo thereof)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: character death, violence
Other Tags: autoplay, angst, MORE HUNGER GAMES

Prompt:
imagine dragons - who we are

here more hg I BET U THOUGHT THE DAIYA ONE WOULD COME FIRST BUT NO HA

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Kuroko & Momoi & Kagami, Kise/Aomine, Kise/Kuroko,
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 516 words

Warnings for prostitution, threats, discussion of violence, uneven power dynamics etc.

***

Kagami wins and Momoi sighs, taking off her headset.

“I’m sorry, Tetsu-kun,” she says and her sympathy is well-intended but it burns across Kuroko’s shoulders and makes him hunch closer to the screen.

“The Career Training Center should be the ones to tell them,” Kuroko says quietly. It’s his first year being a Mentor and he hadn’t expected to win, not when Kagami’s victory came a mere year after his. The Gamemakers didn’t like back-to-back victories from the same District. It made the Districts feel dispirited about their chances of winning (as if it was ever fair to send trained killers against sickly children from the mines).

“Nobody would ever fight to win then,” Momoi says and the truth makes Kuroko flinch. Her hand rests on his shoulderblade, gentle and soft. “Has President Snow decided who his first client will be?”

“No.” Kuroko hesitates and then admits, “I was going to ask Aomine-kun if he could talk to Kise-kun about bidding on Kagami-kun. Since Kise-kun is his regular and Kagami-kun is also from One and has a similar build, maybe Kise-kun would be interested in him.”

Kise was relatively easy to work with, as far as spoiled Capitol brats went. He didn’t want anything sadistic, just to wrestle and roll around mock-fighting as if he could actually beat a Victor in combat. Aomine and Kuroko had both had Kise as a client and both their experiences had been near-identical: ‘fight’ Kise, lose to Kise, get fucked by Kise, tell Kise how handsome he is and what a good job he did.

It might hurt Aomine’s pride but that was the only damage Kise ever did. He was the best option for Kagami’s first client.

“I’ll ask Aomine-kun for you,” Momoi said briskly. “You focus on your new Victor.”

Victor. The very word made Kuroko shudder with pity for the blood-drenched teenager. With his kills, he’d bought himself a ticket to a waking Hell.

*

“No,” Kagami says disbelievingly, looming over Kuroko. “I won’t do it. Nobody ever said this was what happened if I win! I’m supposed to go home--”

“To Himuro and Alex, who will die if you don’t do this,” Kuroko finishes in his soft, inexorably truthful voice. His words are heavy and he folds his hands in front of himself. Should Kagami strike him, he won’t try to defend himself.

“Aomine-kun refused at first. His family died for it. Momoi is all he has left now.” He waits a second, knowing that Kagami will remember the tale of the Victor whose family perished in an accidental house fire only a month after his win. It had spread all through One as an example of how unkind fate could be, to spare the child but take the parents.

Kagami pales and Kuroko knows he has understood.

“But it’s not fair,” Kagami says, sounding like the child he should have been had the Training Center not robbed him of his childhood and future both.

“The Hunger Games are never fair,” Kuroko says and his voice holds all the sympathy his words lack.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: laugh cries look at the song you'll get my drift

Prompt:
Wedding March - Felix Mendelssohn

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[marks]

dying

PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace

[soup]

Ship: Isashiki Jun & Toujou Hideaki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Jun's kind of music + Toujou's kind of music

Prompt:

Sky is blue・Elephant Kashimashi Lyrics + rough google translation
"The sun rising today / The sun rising toward me / Pushing me to the future
When I'm sad it goes too far / When I'm happy it flows
When I look up / The sky is blue"

LOST CHILD・Momoiro Clover Z Lyrics & translation
"Wherever you are, you will find your path / Even if you can't see anything at the moment
You have the power to open up the future during the toughest times / That's what your best is"

Re: PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace

[gionkenji]

toujou has great taste ;A;

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Jean-Jacques Leroy/Isabella Yang OR Jean-Jacques Leroy/Jean-Jacques Leroy
Fandom: Yuri on ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: MAMO'S FUCKING VOICE HERE, selfcest

Prompt:
Thank You - Mamoru Miyano
It hasn’t been perfect/ But there’s this great love I feel/ And you’re here watching over me, so I won’t shy away

translation

FILL: Team Daisuga, G

[pugglemuggle]

Ship: Jean-Jacques Leroy/Isabella Yang
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Isabella is a snowboarder at the X Games for REASONS
Word Count: 442

...i didn't know this song was from Uta no Prince-sama until after I'd already written the fill, so I thought it was just a really cute sappy love song.... Otherwise I totally would have written you the idol AU you were probably expecting, haha.

***

JJ watched the giant screen over the course with bated breath. She was going to turn the corner now, any moment. Her time was already seconds ahead of every other snowboarder in the competition, and if she kept up this pace, she wasn't just going to win—she was going to break records.

Suddenly a dark figure appeared on the far left corner of the screen, speeding across the snow and ice like she was born to do it. Her hair streamed behind her helmet as she crouched and rode the jumps, getting the perfect amount of air without losing time. If he turned to look up the hill, he could see her, a black speck getting larger and larger as she raced. There were only a couple jumps and three turns left. She'd done it. She'd done it.

She was so goddamn beautiful like this that JJ almost couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. She was fast and powerful, tearing down the slope with just as much grace as he brought to the rink. He had no idea how people could call snowboarding an ugly sport—had they seen Isabella Yang?

When Isabella careened around the last turn and flew past the checkered finish line, JJ was there waiting for her.

"Did I beat the record?" she asked breathlessly, pushing her goggles up onto her helmet. Her cheeks were rosy from the racing and the cold, and her hair hair had a tousled, flyaway look that had him reaching out to run his hand through her bangs.

"Hell yeah, babe. You destroyed that record." He gestured up at the scoreboard. "I guess that's another medal for the trophy case, eh?"

"Hm. Looks like I'm still winning there, too," she teased, scooting forward on the board so that she could wrap her arms around JJ's waist. "What's my medal count at now, fifteen?"

"Seventeen, if you count stuff from juniors."

"But we don't count stuff from juniors," Isabella grinned. "Which means you're still at thirteen, bud."

"That's too bad," JJ laughed. He pulled Isabella's helmet away from her head and dropped it onto the snow. "You're one of the only people I don't mind losing to."

And with that, he leaned forward and kissed her, bringing his gloved hand up to cup the back of her neck. They kissed in tandem. Her lips were chapped from the cold, and snow was sticking to their hair, and there was reporter waiting impatiently a few feet away to get Isabella's post-race interview, but JJ couldn't bring himself to care. By some crazy twist of fate, Isabella was his, and he couldn't be more grateful.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi OR Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: memes, remember Ino Hiroki dancing to this 2k17

Prompt:
Pen Pineapple Apple Pen/ PPAP - Pikotaro
i have a pen~~ i have an apple~~~~

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

incredible

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Pyunsuke/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: *iconic saxophone intro, idk my dudes i just want Soupyun to live, i didn't realise George Michael was so young in the video

Prompt:
Careless Whisper - George Michael
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say/ We could have been so good together/ We could have lived this dance forever/ But now who's gonna dance with me/ Please stay

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[horchata]

YESSSS I'M LIVING

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Matsuoke Rin/Nanase Haruka
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: character death, violence
Other Tags: angst, autoplay, more hunger games, i'm never not gonna ask for rinharu if free! is involved

Prompt:
i cant believe im prompting this one i'm going to suffer for it and i know it but more hunger games maybe BUT PLEASE ALSO FEEL FREE TO TAKE IT IN A DIFFERENT MORE CANON MANNER
karmina - all the king's horses

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[kazuyas]

tucks this away

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga OR Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: rapidly flashing images
Other Tags: loud noise, autoplay sound, potential horror, clowns, look just dont ask

Prompt:
that mcdonalds meme song - i dont know how to credit this (original niconico upload that has since been deleted)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Murasakibara dressed up as ronald
Word Count: 453

***

"Are you really doing this, Atsushi?" Tatsuya laughs, helping him into his costume.

"Don't laugh," Atsushi grumbles. "This was your idea. When you said that you'd help, I thought that it meant you'd be doing this too, not just putting my costume on and laughing at me."

"They only need one Ronald at this event," Tatsuya replies, and there's still amusement in his voice. "But for what it's worth, I'll be there to help as well. I'll be handing out burgers and balloons, and whatever else they need me to do."

"But you're not in costume," Atsushi says critically, eyeing the yellow shirt and red pants that Tatsuya has been given. "Those look terrible on you, but it's not a real costume. You said we'd both be in costume."

"These look terrible on me?" Tatsuya asks, sounding surprised about it, the way that someone only can when they're so unfairly gorgeous.

"As terrible it's possible for you to look," Atsushi says impatiently, waving his hand as if to dismiss the whole issue. "Anyway, that's not the important thing here. I wanted to see you in costume."

"They don't need more than one clown," Tatsuya tells him. "Come on. Are those pants comfortable enough? Can you move around? Are your shoes too small for you?"

Atsushi lifts one of his comically large shoes and puts it down on top of Tatsuya's, too lightly to actually hurt him. "That's not funny, Muro-chin. These shoes are huge, even for me."

"Don't be upset," Tatsuya smiles. "You know what they say about guys with big feet."

"This is a children's event," Atsushi protests. "You can't say those sorts of things to me. Especially not when we're meant to be working for the next few hours."

"Oh. That's a good point," Tatsuya says, giving Atsushi a cheeky grin. "We're meant to be working, aren't we? I think we should get going, before everyone starts missing Ronald."

Atsushi grumbles, but he follows Tatsuya out anyway. One of the other staff members hands Tatsuya a handful of balloons, and a tray of food to take around to all the children playing in the restaurant.

It takes all of fifteen hours for Atsushi to make a child cry, and he's sent to a group of older children, who are less likely to find him terrifying, while Tatsuya appeases the poor girl who won't stop crying.

"She's feeling better now," Tatsuya says, walking over to where Atsushi is showing off the juggling that he's been practicing for the past week. "It's not your fault you're so terrifying."

"I hate you," Atsushi declares.

Tatsuya smiles, picking up another set of juggling balls and starting up, in front of Atsushi. "No you don't."

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Iwaizumi hajime/Oikawa Tooru OR Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Counting Stars - One Republic
Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep/ Dreaming about the things that we could be

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 1200

Thank you for this prompt, I hope you like it!

Title: We Could Be

***

Tetsurou stares out the window, unseeing, completely ignoring the math homework spread out on the desk under his elbows. He wishes that Bokuto were here, and that’s really his whole problem. At any given time Tetsurou can catch himself thinking about his best friend, and it only gets worse when it’s something that Bokuto likes, or is good at, like volleyball and math and big, fluffy dogs that look like the ones that Bokuto walks as his part time job in between classes.

That's whats gotten him into this weird situation in the first place. He'd kept getting distracted by Bokuto even, especially, when he wasn't actually around. Between that and his parents' concerned inquiries into whether he'd found anyone special yet, Tetsurou was feeling pressured in a way that was stressing him out more than college did. And that’s how he’d made the decision to find a girlfriend, to try and ease as much of the burden as he could. Of course, he didn’t want to lead anyone on when he had no intention of pursuing anything serious, so he very cautiously asked a few friends until he found someone suitable.

Furutani Kamiko, one of the girls in Tetsurou’s Organic Chemistry lecture, turns out to be exactly what he needs. She’s smart, funny, and pretty, and most importantly, completely uninterested in any sort of real relationship. She’s probably the kind of girl Tetsurou would actually date, if he were into that kind of thing, and if she cared about romance at all. As it is they make a mutually beneficial deal: she’ll be Tetsurou’s girlfriend, for show, including family gatherings and the occasional date to have something to talk about, and he’ll keep her from being repeatedly harassed by the frat guys that insist she’s too pretty for the ‘nerd courses’ that she loves.

He knows this isn’t exactly the right thing to do, knows that actually it’s probably the wrong thing to do, but it feels right at least a little, when he can finally answer his parents’ queries the way they want. They light up the first time he agrees to bring his girlfriend to the next family dinner, and he tries to keep the grimace out of his smile as they ask polite questions about ‘the lucky girl’. He’s not sure how to tell them he doesn’t want a lucky girl, or any girl, or really anyone other than Bokuto. Each gathering goes well, and each time Tetsurou’s parents ask about his happiness, and he answers the best he can while trying to hide the truth.

A door slams somewhere else in the house and he jerks out of his reverie, glancing at the clock just as a knock sounds at the door, and he tries unsuccessfully not to knock all his homework to the floor. He calls out a shaky greeting as he kneels to scoop up the papers, and when he looks up again, Bokuto’s in the open doorway, grinning down at him.

“Uh, hi.” As eloquent as ever, he thinks to himself, and gets distracted by how Bokuto’s smile gets impossibly brighter, how it makes him feel warmer than the summer sun.

“Hey hey. I knew you had your math class today so I came to help you with your homework since usually have trouble.”

Tetsurou grins. “You know me so well.”

Bokuto laughs, and settles on the floor, back against the bed, so they have room to spread out. Homework goes as well as it ever does, meaning there’s more than once that Tetsurou finds himself thinking about Bokuto next to him, how he’s so smart, how he manages to teach Tetsurou stuff that flies over his head during class. He finds himself daydreaming about Bokuto so close to his side for other reasons, about the brushes of hands being something more than one of them grabbing a stray pencil or notebook.

He’s lost in a wandering fantasy about them snuggling up together, ignoring the homework and watching a movie instead, curling under Tetsurou’s blankets until they both fall asleep. It’s a nudge to his side that pulls him out of it, and he looks at Bokuto questioningly, until Bokuto nods toward the door. Kamiko is there, a soft smile on her face that Tetsurou can’t quite decipher, and Bokuto pats Tetsurou on the shoulder before getting up and stretching. He mumbles something about drinks and then disappears, leaving them alone.

Kamiko settles on the bed next to Tetsurou’s shoulder and rests a hand on his shoulder. He can’t help comparing how different it is to Bokuto’s, how much smaller and lighter. She clears her throat and he looks up at her, waits for whatever it is she wants to say.

“You know, when we started this thing months ago, you said you were gonna figure yourself out eventually.” She pauses, like she’s trying to find the right words, and then grins down at him again, her usual fire shining through. “It’s been six months, and I’m tired of your dumb mopey face. You gotta pull your head out of your ass and get your man.”

He can’t think of anything to do other than nod in agreement, and as she gets up she pushes him over, and they both laugh. He looks up at her as he pushes himself up on his hands. “Thanks, Kamiko.”

“Anytime, nerd.” She smooths down her skirt and smiles again. “See you later.”

Tetsurou listens to her leave, can hear Bokuto saying goodbye and the door closing gently. Then Bokuto’s footsteps are coming back down the hall, and he only pauses in the doorway a few seconds before plopping back down at Tetsurou’s side, handing him a bottle of water. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Tetsurou takes a sip before continuing. Everything is fine, really. He’s not hurt, and he knew their arrangement would end eventually. He’s more uncertain about actually telling Bokuto his feelings like he knows Kamiko meant for him to do. “She said our thing is done, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Bokuto’s voice is soft, softer than it should be really, considering that he knew it wasn’t real too. “I would tell you that there are other girls out there, but I kinda don't want you to get another.”

He can’t help being confused. “What do you mean?”

Bokuto straightens his shoulders and looks Tetsurou in the eyes, determined yet still gentle. “I know how you feel. I was waiting for you to realize I feel the same.”

Tetsurou lets that sink in, blinks slowly as his brain tries to comprehend. “Oh.”

After that Bokuto doesn’t say anything else, just settles back into place and pulls Tetsurou’s homework back into his lap, going over one of the problems that Tetsurou’s already finished, waiting. Tetsurou’s not quite sure how to answer, not sure which words are the right ones, so instead he scoots a little closer and lays his head on Bokuto’s shoulder. Bokuto stiffens for a second, relaxes, and then he rests his head against Tetsurou’s. There’s a sigh of relief, and Tetsurou finds himself wondering why he couldn’t do this before, because nothing in the world has ever felt as right as he does now.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
WOODEN DOLL - Kenshi Yonezu
Make sure to laugh; lie on the couch, hold your belly – wah-hah-haha!
Don't speak of such loneliness - even acting like I know makes you hang your head
Scatter bright red lies, paint a coat of lies over those lies; When you're cornered with nothing you can do, run before you're hurt.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ellipsometry]

Ship: kindaichi yuutarou &/ kunimi akira &/ kageyama tobio (any pairing or all three!)
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
tinashe - bated breath

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru OR Oikawa Tooru/Oikawa Tooru OR Shimizu Kyouko/Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: blood and vore in the video
Other Tags: angst, selfcest

Prompt:
Seasons die one after another - amazarashi
In order to uphold the unsteady fact that I'm "me", it's like my half-transparent shadow has come to life.


translation

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[gionkenji]

...i love this mv so much

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ellipsometry]

Ship: tsukishima kei/kuroo tetsurou OR otabek altin/yuri plisetsky
Fandom: haikyuu!!, yuri!!! on ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: lyrics mention some violence, death

Prompt:
panic! at the disco - death of a bachelor
panic! at the disco - the good the bad and the dirty

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[marks]

ho shit

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi OR Akaashi Keiji/Tsukishima Kei
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: angst

Prompt:
Donut Hole - Kenshi Yonezu
It's like the hole in a donut:
Just like you can't isolate the hole,
Proving you were really here
Is something I can never do

translation

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Manami,
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: mentions thinking about death
Prompt:

Don't You Dare Forget The Sun - Get Scared
I know you lay in bed/ contemplating your own death

Re: PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[aceahi]

I love this prompt! It suits them so much!

"Well, I know you lay in bed,
Contemplating your own death."

"Well, just look at what you've done.
Don't you dare forget the sun, love!"

"You can dig so deep for scars,
You never knew your mind was dark.
Come on and breathe with me, oh!
Breathe with me, oh!"

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[elucidatedlucy]

Ship: Manami Sangaku & Miyahara
Series: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mental illness, Family issues, general dysfunction of being people and being good to each other even though growing up is hard

Prompt:
Pay No Mind - Madeon ft. Passion Pit
First Date Kid - Born Ruffians
Song For The Julian Calendar - The Mountain Goats

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

[elucidatedlucy]

Ship: Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara
Series: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: terrible crushes, you ever think about how stubborn kanzaki miki is, I Do

Prompt:
Little Numbers - Boy
Patience Gets Us Nowhere Fast - Capital Cities

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Mizuki + Mizuki/Yuuta
Fandom: Haikyuu & Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: please feel free to make this as dark and terrible as you like :)
Prompt:

What They Say -Joseph Gordon-Levitt & Todrick Hall
i really really like this other boy/ the only guy in my dance class/ he just destroys me

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: midorima shintarou/takao kazunari
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: miiiiild angst, room for reunion, a slightly happier option/sequel of sorts to my sad midotaka playlist earlier

Prompt:
飄洋過海來看你 i crossed the ocean to see you - rose (cover) | lyrics
home - michael bublé

Re: PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[cherrysalmon]

i cant believe im being baited like this...ill be back fjskjfhkshfksjd

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Akashi/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: please feel free to make this as dark and terrible as you like :)
Prompt:

Witch Hunt JudyPhonic
"If my love was just a curse then I have only tears to shed"/"Penitence for your crime! Penitence and your life!"

Re: PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[moetushie]

I want to write a Teikou mass hysteria fic now and it's all your fault.

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Nishinoya/Asahi, Onoda/Manami, Kuroko/Aomine
Fandom: Haikyuu, Yowamushi Pedal, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: self harm, blood, implied suicide
Other Tags: this is a song about self-harm, and suicide, and failing to save someone you love, so please don't watch/listen if you're sensitive to either!, listed the depressed chars second in the ships
Prompt:

Strawberry Gashes - Jack Off Jill
Watch me fault her/ You're living like a disaster/ She said 'kill me faster'/ with strawberry gashes all over

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, M

[lysithea]

Ship: Onoda Sakamichi/Manami Sangaku
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: blood, self-harm, suicide, death
Other Tags: second person, gross misuse of repetition
Word Count: 514 words

this is very nondescriptive but please heed the warnings!

***

It wasn't too late a year ago. It wasn't too late when you first met, the soft glow of the morning sun haloing his face. It wasn't too late when you drank from his bottle, swallowing it down like it was the nectar of the gods. He had smiled at you, as soft and gentle as you'd that he was, and for a moment, you had thought that he was too beautiful to be alive.

It wasn't too late after the Inter-High. It wasn't too late when he smiled at you, his face glistening with tears and sweat. It wasn't too late as you stood on the winner's platform, staring out into the sea of people for a boy who wasn't there. For a boy in a tent with a piece of glass as razor sharp as the words that had spilled from his lips.

It wasn't too late last winter. It wasn't too late when he shivered too hard, turned far too pale. It wasn't too late as he carefully tugged at the sleeves of his jersey, covering up instead of stripping down. He had gone too slow: far, far, far too slow as you had wended your way up the mountain. He laughed with the mountain god but his eyes were as blank as the untouched banks of snow.

It wasn't too late when you shared your first kiss. It wasn't too late when he carefully removed your glasses and touched your noses together. It wasn't too late as you felt him shake, shake, shake ever so minutely, felt the unnatural coolness of his skin. You touched your lips together and he deepened it almost immediately, clinging to you like a drowning man, like a dying man. You bit his lip in surprise and drew blood, red and sticky like strawberry syrup, but he licked it clean without a thought, the coppery taste spreading through your mouth as he leaned back in one more time, one last time.

It wasn't too late when you had first found out. It wasn't too late as he carefully kept his head turned away from you, as sunlight streamed through the blinds, streaking his arms like the scars that crossed them. It wasn't too late as you had drawn him into a tight embrace, feeling each of his ribs through his thin summer shirt. You had sobbed and cried, asking why, why, why, trying to find out the reason, trying to find out an answer. It wasn't too late then, even as he reassured you that he didn't anymore with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

It wasn't too late when you had visited his home for the first time. It wasn't too late as you turned the doorknob, shocked as the door swung open without a protest. It wasn't too late as you climbed the steps to his bedroom, creeping up the stairs through his eerily quiet home.

Or so you thought.

You open his bedroom with trepidation and as a scream leaves your mouth all you can think was that

It's.

Too.

Late.