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.

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PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[gurosan]

Ship: Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: *passion pit voice* one's never better than two, that Feel Good Shit

Prompt:
Smile Upon Me - Passion Pit
Army of Two - Olly Murs
Not Alone - Matt and Kim

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Takao Kazunari(/Kise Ryouta)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: abuse(?)
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Bathwater - No doubt

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Himuro/Takao/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 418

***

Tatsuya and Ryouta are exhausting to love, Kazunari thinks, but they aren’t any worse than him. It’s probably better that there are three of them what with how needy they are, how they claw and pry attention and care from each other’s stiffening hands and don’t care about the broken fingers. They’re all competing with each other, for each other, against each other; they all play favorites sometimes. It’s part of the deal they’ll never write or speak, the charter binding them to this together.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s Ryouta lounging over the whole couch, stretched out, pretending like he’s only got room for one other person with him; it’s Tatsuya running his fingers through Kazunari’s hair, combing out the tangles and ignoring Ryouta doing his own beauty routine; it’s Kazunari sitting on Ryouta’s lap and tucking his feet up instead of draping them across Tatsuya’s. It hurts like a hot flash; it doesn’t hurt at all. It all cycles back in and out; they turn away from each other and turn toward each other at the wrong time, reaching for the angles that aren’t there like there’s a clock dictating that they can’t face each other at the same time.

“You’re difficult,” Kazunari breathes into Ryouta’s mouth, Ryouta trying to kiss him senseless and Tatsuya’s fingers digging into his back.

Ryouta takes that like a compliment, a reward hard-earned and fought for, wears it like a medal over his perfect chest. It’s not something Tatsuya wants to be, just the only way he knows how to be, something of which he’s all too aware, like a malignant growth under his skin. Kazunari understands that a little, but there’s no shame in not being easy, in being so tricky that catching you is like catching a sparkling marlin on an old fishing boat where your bait’s all too limited and you don’t know where you are in the ocean; part of it’s the thrill of the challenge, finally saying something that gets Tatsuya to do the opposite of pretending like he wants to leave.

Because none of them do.

“It’s not about deserving,” Ryouta croons into Tatsuya’s hair like a molasses-sweet lullaby that coats his tongue and sticks in his throat.

Tatsuya pretends to go to sleep, and somewhere along the line maybe he does, Ryouta’s arm draped over his stomach as he leans across to kiss Kazunari. And it isn’t about deserving, but even so they deserve each other to the last.

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Kuga Kyousuke/Yagami Tomoe OR Kageyama Tobio/Kunimi Akira
Fandom: Prince of Stride OR Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: mutilation in the lyrics for organs, mentions of ghosts
Other Tags: implied drowning in the third song, idk these songs are rather raw and intense tbh

Prompt:
please don't take the songs literally i'm not rly here for the violence

of monsters and men - love love love
of monsters and men - sinking man
of monsters and men - i of the storm
of monsters and men - organs

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kyousuke/Tomoe, Heath/Tomoe
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 482 words

Hi it’s me, DON’T WORRY IT’S NOT ACTUALLY THAT SAD and I tried again at the OT3 thing- also that first song is AMAZING, I’m going to have it stuck in my head forever.

***


Kyousuke never had any illusions about Tomoe returning his feelings. He knew from the start that the only thing Tomoe loved was running.

Tomoe would outrun the wind, outrun the past, outrun everyone that tried to hold him still. He was the essence of motion, he was something that would die if it ever stood still. Even when he couldn't run, he held himself like a bird poised for takeoff, as if he were perpetually caught in that moment before leaping.

Kyousuke could not help but love him. Kyousuke knew better than to love him.

"Don't," Heath advised, watching where Kyousuke's gaze lingered. Tomoe was stretched against a wall, all long, lean legs and elegant arms, his body arching with the easy grace of a ballerina's.

(Kyousuke couldn't help but look and Heath couldn't help but notice.)

"Don't what?" Kyousuke asked with a wry smile. "Don't watch our teammate stretch and try to learn from him?"

"You know that's not what I meant," Heath said mildly and a second later, when Kyousuke didn't argue, "And you know that's not what you were doing.

"He just..." Kyousuke's voice trailed off. How could any words made by humans describe Tomoe? Perhaps the birds had words for it, mingled in their songs. Perhaps they could sing of the glory of flight, of freedom, of the sensation of being able to outpace the world and run so fast that you felt your soul rise free from your body. A runner's high, it was called, an endorphin rush that was the gift of an overtaxed body, nothing more than a chemical reaction but Kyousuke loved it. Kyousuke clung to those moments of lightheadedness and freedom the way that he would cling to Tomoe if he weren't so sure that there was no faster way to make Tomoe run away from him.

"Yeah," Heath echoed, dry and a little sardonic. "He just makes you look at him."

Something about the tone of voice made Kyousuke look at Heath properly and take in the way Heath’s lingered on Tomoe - the regret in his words, the rough fiddling with a piece of paper between his fingers as if he couldn’t stay still either.

"...You too?" Kyousuke asked and Heath laughed, leaning over to clap Kyousuke on the shoulder.

"Might as well tell the waves not to follow the moon as tell you not to look," he said and flashed Kysouke a smile that only looked a little strained. "Come on. Let's get Tomoe and start practicing. I found a new route that you're going to love."

"Sure," Kyousuke said and dropped the topic. Tomoe would never love either of them back so what was the point of fighting over it?

They loved, knowing Tomoe couldn't love, and their shared suffering brought them closer together.

(And then Tomoe left and their shattered hearts broke apart from each other too.)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: yes I'm going there

Prompt:
Simple moves - tatu
• translation

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Murasakibara/Kise
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 430

***

What's between them is uncomplicated, though they can be complicated people. Kise unnecessarily so, Murasakibara thinks, but he can push that issue some other time, when they're not on a date and Kise's going to talk too much anyway. Right now his voice is silent as he breaks off another piece of the broken beer stein in front of them.

Murasakibara prefers mirrors if he has a choice, the crunch of the back coating and the way it scrapes dull against his teeth, the way the light bounces off of them onto the ceiling like some kind of anti-shadow (the glass faces of watches do that, too, but they're not nearly so large enough as to make for much more than an absent snack on the couch, too thin and gone too soon). Kise prefers to keep thr mirrors intact so he can stare at his own pretty face in them, and Murasakibara will concede him that in his own house at least. And this isn't bad at all, the curvature smooth under Murasakibara's tongue until the sudden roughness of the edge, the pleasant crack as it breaks to smithereens.

Murasakibara dips his finger in the glittery dust, sucks it off like powdered sugar, watches Kise's eyes (sharp, even more than the shards between his lips) watchthe action.

"You're teasing," says Kise, pouting his lips.

They're swollen, nicked and scratched from all the glass, shards sticking to the insides like bone, sparkling in the light like surrealist makeup. It looks cute, and Murasakibara's hungry. He leans in to catch Kise's lips in his, swipe his tongue across the shards and swallow them down. Kise’s too quick, though, nimble and a fast learner; he swipes a few back and they clink against his teeth like fingers typing on a keyboard, like duller versions of wind chimes.

“Let me have a mirror next time, Kise-chin,” Murasakibara says.

Kise sighs, as if Murasakibara’s just asked the impossible of him. He’s too dramatic, but even this is simple, straightforward, a request. Murasakibara holds out his hands, his fingertips cracked from slipping on serrated edges without caution like a backyard pond skated over until it’s almost melted. Kise is more careful and diligent; his fingers are barely nicked though his nails are split where they haven’t been filed down enough, but they’re still soft. Kise clasp’s Murasakibara’s hand in his, the gaps deep as chasms between Murasakibara’s fingers.

“Give me ornaments?”

Murasakibara can’t say no to that. He falls asleep that night already dreaming of green glitter and delicate crunches under Kise’s teeth.

PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[gurosan]

Ship: Aoyagi Hajime/Koga Kimitaka/Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: Doesn't have to be angsty, but I love me some Suffering

Prompt:
The Big U - The Blow (lyrics)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Yamaguchi Tadashi/Hinata Shouyo
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
all about us- tatu

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyo or Isashiki Jun/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
thank you - dido

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: ushijima/oikawa, iwaizumi/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

when you're mad - neyo

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, M

[notallbees]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content (implied)
Other Tags: Arguing, Deliberately making your SO mad for sexy purposes
Word Count: 521

yeee this was such a cute prompt

***

read on afterhours

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro or Bokuto Koutaro/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: I mean someone's gotta

Prompt:
my immortal - evanescence

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst (Unhappy/Unresolved Endings)
Word Count: 445

***

Issei groans as he turns over and buries his face in the pillow. The dream he’s woken up from is a recurring one, one he can’t quite get away from. He tries not to sob as the memory continues even as he wakes, but he’s not very successful. He never is. Even years after the fact, he still hurts, still feels every broken moment deep in his heart. After all this time he’s sure that it’s never going to go away, sure that ‘time heals all wounds’ is just something that people try to tell themselves so they’ll feel better, nothing more than a simple lie.

He can hear a noise from the kitchen, and he knows it’s only Hanamaki, taking advantage of Issei’s fancy coffeemaker, even though he has a decent one in his own bedroom across the hall. The domesticity makes him feel worse, makes him press closer to the wall to hide, even though he knows that Hanamaki won’t find him this way. More hurtful than the thought of Hanamaki finding him in tears is knowing that they’re not quite close enough anymore to be in each others’ space all the time, like they used to be. No longer close enough to wander into the other’s room for no reason at all.

As his brain replays all the times like this that he’d comforted Hanamaki, he pulls the blanket up over his head and wishes he had the guts to do something. To ask Hanamaki to find somewhere else to live, to ask him what Issei should’ve done differently to get back the love he gave. To ask if Hanamaki ever loved him at all, like he’d said he did, once upon a time, while tears soaked into the shoulder of Issei’s shirt. Wishes he wasn’t too scared to leave himself.

He wonders if it would hurt more if they never saw each other. Wonders if it’s even possible for it to hurt more than it already does. He gets to see Hanamaki every day, after all, even if they aren’t together anymore. They’re still friends, still have some semblance of a relationship, and Issei doesn’t want to give that up. It’s hard, though, when it seems like Hanamaki does. When it seems like each day they only drift further and further apart, though they still share the same space, the same air, just as they always have.

Through the blanket he can hear Hanamaki leave the apartment, and Issei wants to yell, wants to beg him to come back, to fix what they used to have, or to destroy it entirely and set him free.

He’s not sure which is better.

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Midorima Shintarou or Aomine Daiki&Momoi Satsuki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: :3

Prompt:
Talkin' 2 Myself - Hamasaki Ayumi
translation

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Midorima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 536

***

The future is always uncertain; both of them know there are no guarantees. That’s why Midorima prepares so much for every future scenario he can, practice and lucky items and studying hard for every test. This game, this day, might just carry more weight for his future than others, and he can’t just bank on the possibility that it won’t. He has to take some gambles, of course, but if he calculates the risk and skirts it well, then it doesn’t feel like a gamble at all.

Everything about this relationship has been a gamble, though; it’s the free fall of a confession and the tentative grasp of hand in a hand, noses bumping when they kiss, words stumbled and stuttered over like fawns learning to walk in a rocky clearing. It gets better and smoother, but they’re always going to hit something along the way, no matter how hard they work, no matter how well they fit together out of muscle memory.

“Am I doing the right thing?” Aomine says.

It’s the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue for a week, the question Midorima’s been too impatient to not give him more than ample room to say, but whose answer he’s a little afraid of.

“I’m not sure,” he says, even though he’s been thinking about it since Aomine had said he was going to go pro.

“I mean,” says Aomine, and then stops. “There’s nothing else I want to do, you know? It’s always kind of had to be basketball.”

Midorima nods; for someone who’s claimed his ambitions lie in science or medicine since grade school he knows better than most people would think, his own selfish goals (firm blocks, three-pointers climbing higher than the beams of the roof) have increasingly taken a front seat, and while he hadn’t turned down a seat at a national university he had considered going to a private college known for its basketball program a lot more seriously than his parents would be comfortable with.

“I know you know,” says Aomine.

Midorima opens his mouth, bites his lip, and then opens his mouth again. This isn’t a proposal he’s thought about making lightly, but—they’ve ended up in the same city for now, but this is just a stopgap for Aomine, a year until he goes to China or Spain or even the NBA (Midorima would have had to see worse with glasses than without not to notice all the scouts at the Touou games). And then what? Basketball, together, someday? Midorima has absolute faith he can make it anywhere Aomine can, that he can put aside his other ambitions for this.

“Do you want to take a break? See where we are in a few years, maybe.”

Aomine’s face contorts, twists ugly like food in a blender. “Shintarou.”

He sounds like the wind’s been knocked out of him; Midorima’s not sure if he can reach out now or if that would just hurt, slice Aomine open more. It's Aomine who reaches for him first, pulling him into a hug, and his answer isn’t clear. Midorima’s fingers tighten in the soft fabric of Aomine’s shirt, and for now he just lets the moment be.

PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[soveryaverageme]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime &/ Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Autoplay Sound, this started out as a joke playlist but somehow it turned serious?

Prompt:

1. What Makes You Beautiful (One Direction)
2. Drag Me Down (One Direction)
3. History (One Direction)

Re: PROMPT: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[ellipsometry]

bless you for this

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[themorninglark]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Midorima Shintarou OR Akashi Seijuurou/Kuroko Tetsuya OR any combination of Kuga Kyousuke &/ Yagami Tomoe &/ Hasekura Heath
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket OR Prince of Stride
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: a tenderly bruising set of songs, feel free to take one or any number of them, Kodaline edition

Prompt:
Kodaline - High Hopes
Kodaline - Moving on
Kodaline - Talk

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

[hyalinee]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Kuroko Tetsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: breaking up is hard to do, angst
Word Count: 675

because i'm awful i also have a heath/tomoe that's nearly done but meanwhile here's the akakuro

***

“Tetsu-kun!” Momoi’s slightly out of breath, but she’s here. “Sorry I’m late.” she apologizes, dropping into the chair opposite Kuroko’s. He just smiles at her, and she smiles back. “So tell me, how are you?”

And Kuroko tells her. He tells her about his current batch of students, about Shimada-kun and Maeda-kun’s rivalry, about the chocolates he’d received from his students on Valentine’s Day, how Namikawa-san had hurt herself playing the other day. She listens and she laughs in the right places, makes sympathetic noises and coos about how cute the children must be.

“They’re a lot less cute when they’re wielding markers and coming for you.” Kuroko remarks dryly, and Momoi only laughs before she launches into a story about her latest client.

“Akashi-kun’s getting married.” she says, during a lull in the conversation. Kuroko pauses, then takes a sip of his vanilla milkshake. He knows. He’d seen the invitation, with his name on it, a reminder to RSVP. Momoi’s eyes are concerned when she looks at him, and he knows what she’s asking without saying the words.

“It was a long time ago, Momoi-san.” Kuroko says, finally. “It was a mutual decision.”

She gets the hint and changes the subject, and they don’t talk about it again.

--

Kise’s the next one to ask, and Kuroko’s beginning to wonder how to tell them thank you, but please go away. He tells Kise as much, and Kise whines at him for being so blunt and rude. But he also tells Kuroko he’ll be in town sometime in the next month and Kurokocchi, please let’s go to that cafe. My treat, promise! and Kuroko had hummed agreement while he graded childish drawings of skies and flowers, writing encouraging comments on the back.

He’s not sure what kind of reaction they’d expected of him. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it then, and he still doesn’t really care to talk about it now. He’d rehashed it enough times on his own, and he thinks he and Akashi come to the correct conclusion when they’d parted.

He’s certain now of a few things he’d thought he’d known then.

First of them was Akashi was not a god, he was not infallible. He was heartbreakingly vulnerable and human, despite how he had presented himself. He had been good at hiding, but Kuroko had also been good at seeing through him. It didn’t make him unlovable. In fact, Kuroko had loved him all the more for it.

For all he had loved Akashi then, he certainly isn’t in love with Akashi anymore.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss him.

The other thing was certain of now was that they had done what was best for them then. He doesn’t lay claim to any sort of prescience like Akashi does, but he’d known then had been the best time - perhaps the only time - they could let go and still be friends. Just because they’d been happy once didn’t they were happy now. The realization hurt, and it had hurt a lot. But Akashi also knew what he’d sensed, that it wasn’t working out, and it wasn’t going to work out because they wanted it to, simply because they were different people and who wanted different things.

So they’d let it die then, gently and carefully, instead of in an ugly blaze that would have left them with ashes and bitterness.

They’d both moved on, in the end. Akashi had been gracious, as he always was, and they’d remained friends after a fashion. They still exchange New Year’s greetings, and Akashi still sends him a birthday gift every year. It’s not really surprising that Akashi had sent him an invitation to his wedding. He’s sure Akashi had sent one to the rest of the Miracles, and perhaps his friends in Rakuzan. He stares at the embossed card in his hand, reminding him he still owed a reply and soon.

So he writes a polite acceptance note and seals the envelope. He’ll visit the post office on his way home from work tomorrow.

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Midorima Shintarou OR Nijimura Shuuzou/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
七里香 orange jessamine - jay chou (translation)

Re: PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[gionkenji]

I WILL FIGHT YOU HOW DARE why

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[maryke]

Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Drugs
Other Tags: mentions cigarettes in the song but do whatever, I listened to this today and thought of Momoi and Riko

Prompt:
Kite - Galileo Galilei english lyrics

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 404

***

It was always a matter of time before Riko exploded like a firework and lit up the night. She’d always been soaring, streamlined, launched like a rocket, into the air; she’d always had her eyes upward on the perpetual climb, the effort to resist gravity and push the air away from under her along with the whole world. Satsuki had never had any doubt, and she tends to be very right about these things.

She hadn’t needed to tell Riko; Riko had already known, her confidence soaring as much as her own trajectory, solidifying her focus and pulling her dreams out of the pipes and into reality. They'd never talked about it much, their futures (though when they had it was always plural, always a foregone conclusion that they’d branch out because no relationship is big enough to hold the two of them at once, not the way they are now or the way they’ll be for a good long while). Riko had never given Satsuki an outline of what she wanted; it was something, like numbers rolling across people’s bodies, measurements accurate down to the millimeter, that only Riko could see.

At first Satsuki had thought basketball, but that’s just where she’s coming from, a world defined by the sport, by her own two hands hefting a ball through a hoop or drawing with markers on a flat representation of a court. Riko loves basketball, but she’s too proud to start in a place coming so clearly from her father; that’s a different kind of challenge she needs other people to overcome, and Riko’s never had much patience for other people. She’d never wait for Satsuki to catch up.

It’s like the way Satsuki imagines her, half-empty third cup of coffee leaving a ring on the windowsill, glasses slipping down her nose, still in bed on a Sunday immersed in a pile of papers like a wall around her. Like a wall, dividing, boxing Satsuki out. They’d had a good run, for what it was, for all the time Satsuki had spent leaning on the doorframe until it felt like she’d carved out a space in her shape, watching Riko go forward and away from her. It hadn’t been as if she’d meant nothing; she’d just meant less, and at the time Satsuki was okay with that, touches here and there, Riko less attainable. But she really hadn’t been attainable at all.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ellipsometry]

Ship: jj &/ seung-gil &/ phichit (any combo or all three!)
Fandom: yuri!!! on ice
Major Tags: sexual content in lyrics
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
saint motel - my type
fitz and the tantrums - complicated
chairlift - moth to the flame

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Phichit/Seunggil
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: super vague mention of hotel sex stuff
Other Tags: Street food in Bangkok, that's not a euphemism
Word Count: 720

I did some research on awesome bangkok street food for this and then promptly used none of it. oops.

***

Glowin' in the blacklight, Spinning out from last night
Burnin' down the road fast, Kissin' like a car crash
It's complicated
but i can take it -- "Complicated"

"SEUNGGIIIIL!" Phichit's voice cuts across the hotel lobby, making Seunggil freeze in his tracks, like maybe if he holds perfectly still Phichit won't be able to see him.

Since he is not a Tyrannosaurus Rex, it does not work, and Phichit is hooking an arm through Seunggil's to drag him towards the elevators before Seunggil can more than grunt in protest, his carry-on dragging awkwardly behind him because one of the wheels is stuck.

"Can't you bother someone else?" Seunggil demands in exasperation as they reach the elevator. Phichit only smiles guilelessly, hand hovering over the buttons, until Seunggil sighs and holds up the tiny keycard envelope the front desk gave him with room number 916 printed on the front.

"What's the matter?" Phichit asks as he pushes the button for the ninth floor and the doors slide shut. "Don't you like me anymore, Seung-ah?"

"I never liked you," Seunggil says, but Phichit is already laughing when Seunggil pushes him against the wall and crushes their mouths together.

Once they find the room and Phichit deftly swipes them inside, Seunggil is surprised when Phichit ducks out of the range of Seunggil's hands and leans against the desk, arms crossed. "Go clean up a bit, huh? Let's go get some food and look around a little."

"Now, listen," Seunggil starts, because whatever they're doing, whatever this is that happens when the two of them are in the same hotel and Phichit isn't too distracted looking after his trainwreck of a roommate, it's about skin and sex and secrecy. They don't go out to eat together, they don't take a bunch of selfies together, and they certainly aren't dating.

Phichit is still staring at him.

"Listen," Seunggil says again, but Phichit is pushing him towards the bathroom and telling him to hurry up, he's starving.

It just seems easier to let Phichit do whatever he wants, and it is Bangkok after all, so Seunggil assumes Phichit will know where the best places to eat are. But he also assumes, erroneously, that they will go sit down inside an actual restaurant instead of standing around awkwardly sharing street noodles and skewers of meat on the sidewalk, shirts sticking to their backs from humidity and spiciness.

"Can't we please find a place with chairs?" Seunggil complains, lips stinging.

"No, this is way better," Phichit says, shoving a chili-oil covered shrimp in Seunggil's mouth. It makes Seunggil's eyes water, and Seunggil thinks seriously about fighting Phichit for the last two shrimp on Phichit's skewer. "Plus, you love spicy things too, so I can show you the really good stuff. Yuuri would have died fifteen minutes ago."

"Don't talk about that guy when you're here with me," Seunggil tells him. He leans over for a rough, quick kiss that makes his lips sting even worse than the shrimp. Even better than the shrimp? Whatever.

Phichit doesn't answer, but he pulls a shrimp off his skewer with his teeth and offers the last one one to Seunggil. "There's even better stuff next street over, trust me."

Trust me, he says, and Seunggil has never trusted anybody less because he can't figure out what he's doing, letting Phichit drag him around and take pictures of his food and face and kissing him on the sidewalk and wondering if they're going to be too full to even get back to the hotel, much less fool around when they're there.

Phichit solves the first problem by hailing them a taxi, waving Seunggil into the back with a grin. "My treat, for dragging you out. And for blowing up my Instagram," he adds. Seunggil groans quietly to himself as Phichit tells the taxi driver which hotel they're at. Phichit flops back against the seat and presses closer to Seunggil despite how hot and sticky they are, close enough to murmur in his ear, "And for all the stuff I'm gonna do to you to work off these calories."

Seunggil forgets how to breathe, the humid air catching in his throat.

"Well, after I rinse my mouth out a few times," Phichit says more casually, and Seunggil scrunches his eyes shut and pretends this isn't happening. "Cause let me tell you, you do not want my mouth on anything sensitive after those shrimp, WOO baby!"

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[lonelywhale]

Ship: Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: ED SHEERAN PLAYLIST
Perfect | Song | Lyrics
Thinking Out Loud | Song | Lyrics
Happier | Song | Lyrics

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted

Prompt:
刺鳥 thornbird - f.i.r (translation)

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: no need to follow the theme of the mv, just the lyrics are lovely ;;

Prompt:

were the world mine - tanner cohen

my ear should catch your voice
my eye should catch your eye
my tongue your tongue
were the world mine

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[directorenno]

Ship: bokuto koutarou &/ daishou suguru &/ kuroo tetsurou &/ michimiya yui &/ moniwa kaname &/ oikawa tooru &/ sawamura daichi &/ ushijima wakatoshi (any combo) OR akaashi keiji &/ kageyama tobio &/ koganekawa kenji &/ kozume kenma &/ miya atsumu &/ oikawa tooru &/ semi eita &/ sugawara koushi (any combo) OR ennoshita chikara &/ futakuchi kenji &/ shirabu kenjirou &/ terushima yuuji &/ yahaba shigeru (any combo) OR the samezuka four (any combo)
Fandom: haikyuu!!, free!
Major Tags: rapidly flashing images (the killers mv)
Other Tags: autoplay sound, casino's and gambling (the killers mv), religious motifs, i'm not even a little bit sorry

Prompt:
david holmes - what r we stealing
nina simone - sinnerman | oh sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
john williams - catch me if you can
the killers - the man | i got gas in the tank, i got money in the bank, i got news for you baby, you’re looking at the man
david holmes - swat team exit

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[catzuya]

Ship: Miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijin, miyuki kazuya & kuramochi youichi, miyuki kazuya & sawamura eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: religious themes, mentions of death
Other Tags: im a joke, supernatural themes, please PLEASE no deathfic, rattles box

Prompt:
Behind Blue Eyes - The Who
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be faded to telling only lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

Sympathy for the Devil - Rolling Stones
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(Woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah


Carry on Wayward Son - Kansas
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Hard mode: YT link Carry on Wayward Son lullaby version by tumblr user burgundyoctopus

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/(Akashi, Aomine, Kise, Kuroko, Hanamiya) + Kagami, Manami/(Toudou, Makishima, Onoda, Midousuji) + Teshima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke or Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: please feel free to make this as dark and terrible as you like :)
Prompt:

Madness of Duke Venomania - Razzy
Hating God, yet making love like fallen angels/ Here, the King of the Night/ it’s the madness that I always felt right

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine/Kuroko, Akashi/Kuroko, Shuusuke &/ Yuuta, Yuuta &/ Mizuki, Tomoe &/ Kyousuke &/ Heath
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Prince of Tennis, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: please feel free to make this as dark and terrible as you like :)
Prompt:

Traitor - Daughtry
You put the knife right in my back/ Killed any history we had/ And now it's war

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[catzuya]

Ship: miyuki kazuya & maezono kenta & kuramochi youichi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: death
Other Tags: the video has lots of silly comedy death scenarios, but obvs it's not death at all.

pls watch the video bc its cute and silly and pls have fun with this prompt!

Prompt:
50 Ways to Say Goodbye - Train


That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are I'm gonna say

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Tomoe &/ Riku, Shuusuke &/ Yuuta, Ryoga &/ Ryoma,
Fandom: Prince of Stride, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: angst, death, war
Prompt:

War Between Brothers - Heather Dale
both of them died in the maddening throng/ Carry them home, boys, to where they belong

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Kagami Taiga/Himuro Tatsuya or Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi or Ushijima Wakatoshi/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!, Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
You give love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 425

(actually nothing to do with song/lyrics but bon jovi made me think new jersey au)

***

“Are you really gonna trust the boardwalk clams?”

Taiga casts a sidelong glance at Tatsuya, the fried clam that’s in his hand right now, and then back at the tourist arguing with her companion about food safety. Tatsuya grins back, smacking his lips before reaching for another.

“Why did they come to the shore if they’re not eating fried shit?” Taiga says.

Tatsuya shrugs. “More for us.”

“It’s not like, a limited supply.”

Tatsuya picks up another fried clam; in the hazy sunlight Taiga can see the grease glistening on his fingertips. This time Tatsuya holds it out in front of Taiga’s face. Taiga could just take it, but he knows what Tatsuya’s really asking and leans in, grabbing the clam with his teeth and licking Tatsuya’s fingers, oil sticking on his tongue and tasting like summer, thick and salty. The smell of seafood and ocean clings to everything here; even in the fall Taiga still finds dirty hoodies on the floor of Tatsuya’s closet that smell like the shore, like all of this, sea and shellfish and sweat and hair gel.

“I want pickles," says Tatsuya.

“You’re going to get dehydrated.”

Tatsuya looks at Taiga as if to say he knows what he’s doing, and, well, he has a kind of insane tolerance for salt. But still, it’s hot and humid and gross and Tatsuya’s sweated out probably a gallon of water today already. His feet are bare against the bottom bar of the stool; his flip-flop tan is sharply defined against his foot (it’s hard to imagine the rest of Tatsuya as that pale now, the way he gets every winter as the face of their hemisphere turns away from the sun). God, Taiga wants to kiss him, pick him up and carry him into the water and go out to sea. Take him surfing, maybe, that’s a more plausible thought (practicality, though—two people on a surfboard?) or just wade in, say they’re going into their ankles and end up with their shorts soaked through. A group of obviously drunk and underage kids passes them, giggling and shoving each other across the boards. Taiga thinks about that song about sex under the boardwalk, and it sounds pretty gross and terrible actually, but with Tatsuya it might still be fun.

“I want to go into the water,” Taiga says (more like a complaint than he’d meant).

“Okay,” says Tatsuya. “When we’re done with this and I get my pickles.”

Taiga rolls his eyes but bumps Tatsuya’s knee with his under the table.