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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Comments

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/AKAASHI KEIJI

[gogoshiki]

Ship: Daishou Suguru/Mika-chan
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, yyyyyyyyeah

Prompt:
She's My Collar - Gorillaz

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/KINJOU SHINGO

[catlarks]

Ship: Kinjou Shingo/Imaizumi Shunsuke ( & Arakita Yasutomo)
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None, me weeping on the ground in a puddle of my own feelings

Prompt:

Harbor by Vienna Teng (lyrics)

Fill: team oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi, G

[outstretched]

Ship: Kinjou Shingo/Imaizumi Shunsuke/Arakita Yasutomo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major tags: None
Other tags: polyamory and its attending negotiations
Word count: 1525

this is imakinara but it's really just about people who love kinjou, hope it's close enough

***

It's raining, and water lashes against his shoulders and thighs and the top of his helmet, head bowed low over the handlebars. His legs don't register as anything except a blurry, leaden weight, and his breaths feel like sharp blades in his lungs, but he keeps pushing anyway. He can't see the finish line but he can imagine it in his mind's eye, he can see himself crossing it, him and Kinjou both—

Then he wakes up. He's lying rigid on his back, his fists clenched so tightly that they ache. He remembers, then, that Arakita's the one who pulls Kinjou to the finish line more than he does now.

After a long moment spent contemplating the ceiling, he slips out of bed and pads down the short hallway towards Kinjou's room. He hesitates for a moment, then remembers that Kinjou is always telling him to ask for more. He pushes the door open without knocking and moves forward cautiously, feeling the way with his feet in the dark.

He takes long enough that when he reaches the bed, he's not surprised to hear Kinjou's voice. "Is something wrong?"

Imaizumi shakes his head, and then realizes it's too dark; to Kinjou he must only appear as a vague silhouette. "May I..."

Kinjou breathes out, long and slow, and then reaches for Imaizumi's wrist. "Come," he says.

There's only a thin bedsheet, but the space beneath it is warm. Kinjou rolls onto his side and presses a quiet kiss to Imaizumi's mouth when he's settled. Imaizumi can feel his shoulders relaxing in the silence.

Kinjou shuffles a bit in bed, making himself comfortable again, but leaves one arm slung around Imaizumi's waist. Imaizumi can feel the weight of it grow heavier as Kinjou drifts back into sleep. Something—fondness, wanting Kinjou to listen to him like he always does—loosens his tongue.

"I had a dream," he says, and instantly feels foolish.

Kinjou rouses again; Imaizumi can hear the slight acceleration of his breath. His voice is thick with drowsiness. "Hmm?"

Now that he's started, he feels an obligation to see it through. "It was when we were still at Sohoku," he says. "I was pulling you to the finish line. But you were waiting for me at the finish line, too." He licks his lips, hesitating. "That's how I realized it was a dream, and I woke up."

Kinjou's face is softer without his glasses. His fingers squeeze against Imaizumi's side. "You came looking for me?" he says.

Imaizumi sighs. "Yes."

Kinjou tugs again, and Imaizumi rolls over, tucking his head against Kinjou's chest. Cuddling wasn't something Imaizumi was good at, at first; he had no experience, no inclination for it. Kinjou was patient, as he is always patient, teaching him how to accommodate for extra limbs twining around his own, letting him adjust to breathing someone else's air. Learning how to be close to someone settled something in Imaizumi that had always been restless, allows the anxious noise in his head to settle into quiet.

Kinjou has always been there, ever since they met. That will not change regardless of whatever outer trappings may surround them, cycling or academics or their two years' age apart.

Quieted, Imaizumi sleeps.

--

A few days later, the doorbell rings and keeps ringing.

Imaizumi looks up, frowning. It could only be Arakita, but Kinjou gave Arakita a key before he and Imaizumi started living together. It was something Kinjou had discussed with him when Imaizumi first moved in, along with all the implications that came with it. It took several months before Imaizumi got used to having Arakita in his space, used to sharing, but eventually they reached an accord.

That doesn't change the fact that the doorbell has been ringing for thirty seconds and Imaizumi can feel a headache starting. He stands from his desk and stalks toward the entranceway just as Arakita gives up on the bell and starts to bang on the door.

"Shingo!" he can hear him snarling. "Shingo, damnit, I know you're in there, open the—"

Imaizumi yanks it open and Arakita nearly punches him in the face. Imaizumi ducks, and for a second they both stand there, glaring at each other.

"He's not here," Imaizumi says, and Arakita's eyes widen. In the next second he's pushing past Imaizumi, looking around the apartment and then storming toward Kinjou's room, barely pausing to kick off his shoes. Imaizumi trails a few steps behind him, arms folded. "I was studying," he grumbles.

"You're always studying," Arakita snaps, flinging Kinjou's door open, "you're a regular fucking bookworm, you and Shingo both—" he strides through the room to the bathroom and sticks his head in. Imaizumi rolls his eyes.

"I told you," he says, and Arakita lets off a ripsaw of a growl before he whirls, facing Imaizumi properly for the first time since he arrived. Imaizumi blinks at the genuine upset he sees in his expression, and the surprise loosens his tongue. "He went to get groceries," he says. "He'll be back in half an hour."

Arakita stares at him, his fists clenching and unclenching, before he flops onto Kinjou's bed and buries his face in the pillow.

Imaizumi stares at him, at how longing is stamped on every bone in his body as he stretches across the mattress, and feels a combination of embarrassment and jealousy that makes him want to squirm. Part of him wants to flee the room; another part of him is still annoyed, and has never learned how to give ground.

That part wins out. Imaizumi walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. Arakita's one visible eye gives him a baleful glare. Imaizumi raises an eyebrow, nonplussed.

But they don't say anything to each other. Arakita growls again but it's less angry this time, more petulant. He flops around on the bed, rumpling the sheets, before pushing up onto his elbows to fold Kinjou's pillow in half. The move makes Imaizumi wince.

"That's his favorite pillow," he points out.

"Of course it is, that's why it smells like him the most," Arakita says, his voice muffled. "Ugh. This sucks."

"It's only thirty minutes," Imaizumi says. With a start he realizes that he's also caused a small amount of damage to Kinjou's bed, one hand crumpling a small handful of the sheet into his fist.

He doesn't ask what's wrong, because it's not his place and also, if he's honest, he doesn't care. Instead he scoots higher up on the bed so he's closer to Arakita's head, close enough to lay a hand on his tense shoulders, though he doesn't move to touch him. He remembers Kinjou doing this sometimes, hovering close to Arakita when he was too volatile to touch, letting him work his aggression out in periphery.

Arakita whines, squirming around for another moment, before he rears up and flops onto Imaizumi too fast for him to dodge. Imaizumi lets out a little oof of surprise, his hands flying in the air in an attempt to avoid contact and then staying there.

Arakita nuzzles into Imaizumi's thigh, and the movement makes his breath catch. "That's better," he mumbles, his voice sounding less strained. "It's worse when everything smells like him, you know?"

Imaizumi does know, kind of. His hands drift back down, one returning to the mattress, one hovering inches from Arakita's ear. Arakita whines again, the sound softer but more distressed. Imaizumi's hand alights on his head, petting gently.

He never gets to do this with Kinjou. It just isn't something Kinjou ever seems to want, to be coddled the way he enjoys coddling Imaizumi and Arakita in equal measure. Imaizumi knows what Kinjou's hair feels like against his palm but he never gets to linger over it like this, applying gentle pressure to his scalp with his fingertips, watching the way his eyes flutter closed in response. Arakita sighs, a long slow breath that pulls the tension from his shoulders and back, and snuggles a little closer.

Imaizumi reclines to rest his weight against the headboard. Arakita growls a little at being jostled but settles again when Imaizumi returns to running his fingers through his hair, careful around the shell of his ear, lingering on the nape of his neck. Eventually his breaths deepen and Imaizumi realizes he's fallen asleep.

He sighs, and reaches for one of the several books Kinjou keeps on his nightstand. Kinjou finds them like that, Arakita half in Imaizumi's lap and passed out, Imaizumi holding the book open with one hand while keeping one hand on Arakita's shoulder with the other.

Kinjou slips into the room so quietly that Arakita, always alert to everything, doesn't stir. Imaizumi looks up at him and feels a sudden rush of warmth in his chest from the fond, pleased look on Kinjou's face.

He comes over and pulls both of them toward him. Imaizumi tucks himself in against Kinjou's side, and Arakita hardly rouses, only pouring himself half over Kinjou's lap too in an ungainly sprawl. Imaizumi feels something in himself settle internally the same way Arakita settles externally, now that Kinjou is here.

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/AKAASHI KEIJI

[gogoshiki]

Ship: Mika-chan/Daishou Suguru/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Polyamory, drugs mention (song), religion (song), college au, daishou isn't that great at the maintenance relationships need .txt

Prompt:
Maybe IDK - Jon Bellion

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/AKAASHI KEIJI

[ellipsometry]

EYE ZOOMS AT THIS PROMPT

PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine &/ Kuroko &/ Kise, Kiyoshi &/ Hanamiya &/ Imayoshi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basukue
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: jealousy, angst, two people in love with the same char
Prompt:

Radha no Jale - Lagaan
Whenever Kanhaiya meets a Gopi at the flower garden
sometimes he smiles, sometimes he'll tease, sometimes he'll talk to them
How can Radha not be jealous? x2
There's a fire in her heart and soul
How can Radha not be jealous? x2 - translated lyrics are in the top comment!

Re: PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[moetushie]

Oh my God.......

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[umaibo]

Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Onoda Sakamichi
Fandom: Yowapeda
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Cheesy boys being cheesy

Prompt:
Ho Hey - The Lumineers

Love. We need it now
Let's hope for some
'Cause, oh, we're bleeding out

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[umaibo]

Ship: Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angsty boys probably

Prompt:
Bloom - The Paper Kites

Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[rielity]

Ship: Aone Takanobu/Futakuchi Kenji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: Hanahaki disease, and all the things that come with it, not graphic though
Word Count: 510

I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for when you said 'angsty boys' but here you go

***

Kenji doesn’t think he’s ever been this scared before. Not when Koganegawa lobbed a serve straight at Sakunami’s unprotected head, not when he went to the dentist alone to get his wisdom tooth removed, not when he got a grade in the low twenties for his Physics prelim and almost retained a year (he shaded the whole optical answer sheet off by a question, not because he was dumb, no matter what his sister might say).

Right now, the only comparison he can draw to this is when he asked Aone after their Inter-High semifinal match whether he would stay on for Spring High, since they’d just lost against Karasuno. Aone had been silent for too long, long enough for it to be considered hesitation, and Kenji had felt his heart fall into the pits of his stomach, dreading the possibility that this had been their last match together, and that maybe he should have done something better, tried even harder, just to make the most of what little time they still could hold between their hands.

But Aone had said yes in the end, with a small smile that Kenji rarely saw, but the sight of which was enough to make Kenji’s heart clench every time.

Perhaps in some roundabout way it would make sense that the reason for soothing his fear back then would become the reason for the terror that has him sitting on the floor of his bedroom, doubled over the trash bin, dangerous silkiness in his hands and the taste of flowers in his mouth.

If he were a braver person, Kenji knows what he should do. See a doctor, get the surgery done, all hush hush and fast. Aone would be none the wiser.

If he were an even braver person, Kenji knows what he could do. Tell Aone about it, straightforward and brusque, just the same as always, let Aone do with the information what he will.

But that’s unfair to Aone, because it’s not his fault that Kenji has fallen off the deep end, and it’s not his fault that he has no lifebuoy for Kenji to catch.

Besides, Kenji knows: he is not that brave. He is neither brave enough to give up his feelings, nor brave enough to risk his best friend.

His hands clutch at his throat, run ragged and raw by the smoothness of poppy petals. What an apt irony then that poppies should signify peace, because Aone is and has always been the peaceful, stoic rock to the swirling tempest that Kenji is, but their mere existence is doing the exact opposite in calming Kenji’s raging heart, their stem a noose around his neck.



Aone gives him a concerned look the next day when he shows up in class, voice hoarse as he croaks, “Morning, Aone.”

He waves it off.

“It’s just a sore throat.”

Then he coughs, feeling the softness of petals against his tongue, and he swallows them back down like he would any words that might threaten to slip out from his traitorous mouth.

PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: abe takaya/mihashi ren
Fandom: oofuri
Major Tags: potential sexual content
Other Tags: i'd rather it not be straight-up porn but y'know at this point i'm just thirsty for some abemiha content ok

Prompt:
愛情萬歲 viva love - mayday | lyrics
burning up - marianas trench

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, T

[putsch]

Ship: Mihashi/Abe
Fandom: oofuri
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: partial nudity, tears
Word Count: n/a

***

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mondegreened]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou &/ Team Rakuzan
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: blood
Other Tags: i crave ot5 content

Prompt:
Ikkitousen (Cover) - luz [lyrics]

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Hayama Kotarou/Mayuzumi Chihiro/Mibuchi Reo/Nebuya Eikichi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Blood
Other Tags: monsters au
Word Count: 556

***

They aren't a cohesive pack until Akashi makes them his pack, too many different kinds of monsters to fit together easily. Nobody expects Akashi to be the solution to this particular problem because they only know him as a tyrant. An emperor to establish his reign over kings. It's not until they see who he is underneath, that it makes sense to any of them. He's powerful, intimidating, and rightfully so when he has the power to bring the rest of the world to its knees. He's also lonely, and as much in need of a pack as they are in need of him, without any of them even realising.

There's something compelling about Akashi, like he's looking into the future with one eye and the present with the other, knowing what those around him can be, and believing that they will get there. His visions might be grand, but none of them want to disappoint him by failing, or disappoint themselves by not even trying.

"Sei-chan," Mibuchi says with a smile, her skin pale and beautiful in the moonlight, her eyes a bright red that say that she is eager to hunt. "It's been years since I've even tried being in a pack, and we never hunted together before, even then."

"I trust that you will all find your place here," Akashi replies, and he might not be looking at any of them, but his words are directed at the shadow being lingering at the very edge of their pack, like he's pretending that he isn't really there. "Reo, Kotarou, Eikichi, you'll learn to hunt together properly."

"All we have to do is follow you, right?" Hayama asks, licking his lips as he scents the air. "There's some good prey out there tonight."

Nebuya's stomach growls with anticipation, and Nebuya elbows him with a fond smile.

"If you eat everything, we're going to be very cross with you."

"You'll share," Akashi smiles. "We'll all share."

He leads the hunt, the way they want him to, but they all fall into place on their own, even Mayuzumi. Akashi has always been good at identifying the strengths of those around him and working in their favour. He does the same here, loosening the reins on them enough once he's given them a suggestion that they can then follow to their own conclusion. It's the most satisfying way of doing it, he finds, as his pack hunts and feeds as one, making their way back to their quarters to pile on top of Akashi's bed together, full and content in a tangle of limbs, lazily licking the blood out of each other's mouths and off each other's skin, half kissing, half grooming.

"Is this necessary?" Mayuzumi asks, even as he fits himself against Akashi.

"Hush," Mibuchi replies, her chin resting on Mayuzumi's shoulder, smearing blood against his shirt. "You can leave if that's what you really want."

"Look at him, all nestled up against Akashi like that," Nebuya laughs, and Mayuzumi's ears turn pink. "Who would want to leave a place like that?"

Hayama presses himself up against Akashi's other side with a grin. "Not me."

Mayuzumi sighs, lifting Akashi's bloodied hand to his lips, starts sucking them clean. As he pulls them out of his mouth, he very quietly says, "I suppose it's not so bad."

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/AKAASHI KEIJI

[gogoshiki]

Ship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Fire and the Flood - Vance Joy

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, G

[tehngo]

Ship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none

this song makes me get big feels of bokuto graduating and leaving akaashi ahhh

***

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: why didn't i think of this earlier in the round

Prompt:
hedwig's theme - john williams

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[notallbees]

Ship: Azumane Asahi &/ Sawamura Daichi &/ Sugawara Koushi (any ship combo!)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Genderswap/Rule 63 (optional!)

Prompt:
Sailor - IAMX
Simple Girl - IAMX
Ice Cream - New Young Pony Club

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou &/ Mayuzumi Chihiro OR any combination of Rakuzan members
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: religion; apologies for the niconico link because it's not on youtube orz; but no apologies for the content

Prompt:
akashi sings the heart sutra | (alternate link that doesn't require login?) (translation)

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

[flippinflakes]

Ship: Azumane Asahi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Not very explicit sexual songs lmao, I'M SORRY IM PG IN MUSIC, second song is also not very explicit at all lol, pharrell has terrible lyrics but nice beats, okay the third one is just straight up "pussy gush" in the first verse sO

Prompt:
It Gets Better by Fun. Lyrics here!

It Girl by Pharrell Williams

Gush by Pharrell Williams

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, E

[mousapelli]

Ship: Asahi/Sugawara
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: first times, asahi is a weenie, suga is totally done with his questions
Word Count: 1319

Please ship them with me, they're so good and Suga is so sassy. Also enjoy the Yuri on Ice reference.

***

Asahi makes an undignified noise when Sugawara climbs into his lap and pushes him down hard enough to flatten him on his back.

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou & Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: bait

Prompt:
patient is the night / over the garden wall

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

[hyalinee]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou & Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: None

i come bearing shitposts (i was gonna draw the branches around rakuzan akashi but i am also Tired lmaoskjdfhksdhflk

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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[ellipsometry]

Ship: imayoshi shouichi/hanamiya makoto
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: lyrics reference drugs, eating disorders, alcohol
Other Tags: u already kno what it is

Prompt:
lana del rey - boarding school | lyrics

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 726 words

Warnings for corporal punishment, bullying (sort of), sadism, descriptions of caning and blood.

***

Imayoshi opens the door to Hanamiya's room without bothering to knock. There's a boy there, some sniveling first year, bent over with his fingertips just barely brushing the ground. He's quivering already, shaking with silent sobs, and the floor is splattered with the dark drops of his tears.

"Ah, Imayoshi," Hanamiya greeted him. He swishes the cane through the air a little overdramatically, letting the boy hear the sound of it. "Do you know, this little rotter was caught trying to sneak off the grounds? Absolutely unconsciencable, trying to escape from a nice place like this."

He tsked sorrowfully and then without any warning, brought the cane down hard against the boy's backside. The boy howled in pain and Hanamiya tutted.

"That's another 5 for screaming like that, you little blighter. Do hush up. Imagine what your pater would say if you saw you acting like this."

The boy's sobs were silent but they made his whole body shake. Imayoshi watched him for a second and then held his hand out to Hanamiya, palm up.

"Do let me have a turn, there's a dear chap," he drawled. "Perhaps your touch is just a little too much for him."

"Tch." Hanamiya handed the cane over, his eyes gleaming with a dark pleasure, then flopped back onto his bed. "Take over for me, then. He's got three left, plus another five for that shriek."

Imayoshi watched Hanamiya adjust himself covertly as he kicked off his slippers, then turned his attention to the trembling boy. Hanamiya always had them keep their clothes on, a choice that had surprised Imayoshi initially. He would've thought that Hanamiya would be the kind who liked to see his handwork.

Hanamiya had explained it to him later, however - with the trousers on, it was much easier to pretend he hadn't known he'd struck hard enough (and accurately enough) to draw blood.

If the boy only had three left, that meant he'd received at least three. Imayoshi circled him and then decided Hanamiya's preferences could be damned. If he was going to put on a show for Hanamiya, he'd do it his way.

"Trousers down," he ordered briskly. The boy complied, fingers shaking as they pulled down the uniform pants ad exposed the thin cotton underwear through which the reddening bruises could already be seen.

"Those too," Imayoshi said. His reputation was spotless; nobody was going to suspect him of inversion just because he told some boy to take his kit off.

The boy swallowed hard but did so. Imayoshi took a second to admire the crisp lines of the welts that Hanamiya had managed to raise through the clothing; they were perfect high lines of red, bright as beacons.

His first two strikes landed right on top of the marks that Hanamiya had left, the boy's shaking not deterring his aim even a little. The next two landed lower down, near the crease of the boy's thighs where he'd really feel it when he walked. If he sat far enough to avoid those coming into contact with the chair seat, then he'd be putting even more weight on the ones that Hanamiya had caused.

The last two strikes came in quick succession on top of the welts that Hanamiya had created; the skin split open and blood splattered everywhere.

With a sound of annoyance, Imayoshi tapped the boy on the back.

"And now you're bleeding all over my room, you swine," Hanamiya said with a well-feigned tone of disgust. "Do get out."

The boy fled, pulling his trousers up on the way. Imayoshi privately thought that he wouldn't even make it to the end of the corridor before he burst into tears.

Caution compelled him to lock the door before he turned to the bed where Hanamiya's pose had shifted to a decidedly more inviting one.

"Come on, old chap," Hanamiya half-challenged, half-invited. "Don't get me all worked up and leave me hanging."

Imayoshi prowled over the bed and looked down at Hanamiya stretched out, so languid and lovely. Instead of striking Hanamiya with the cane, he trailed the end of it oer Hanamiya's face, leaving behind a sticky red trail, then pressed the tip past Hanamiya's lips.

Hanamiya hollowed his cheeks and sucked, staring up at Imayoshi unblinkingly.

(For a brief, mad moment, Imayoshi wondered what it might be like to cane Hanamiya.)

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[wino]

Ship: murasakibara/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

teeth - lady gaga

now show me your fangs (my religion is you)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Blood, Sexual Content, Bestiality (kind of?)
Other Tags: biting, xeno, pain kink, Murasakibara is some sort of amphibious monster
Word Count: 597

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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
floral & fading - pierce the veil

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Midorima Shintarou or Murasakibara Atsushi/Akashi Seijuurou or Kise Ryouta&/Momoi Satsuki or Kagami Taiga/Himuro Tatsuya(/Nijimura Shuuzou)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: p l e a s e, sorry for the ship amount I must get myself out there

Prompt:
TITANIC

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 474

***

“I’m cold blooded,” Tatsuya says, and they should know better than to believe him.

Shuuzou had mentioned something about a cold lake he’d dove into, almost drowning; Taiga wonders if it’s too morbid, too close to tempting fate to think about it when they’re floating in a sea filled with dead bodies. Taiga had suggested they could take turns on the door, two and one; Tatsuya had said the whole thing would probably capsize and it wasn’t worth the risk. Shuuzou had looked at him, as if he was deciding something, and Tatsuya had looked back.

Shuuzou still looks like he’s praying for something, like some kind of bird that’s going to swoop out of the sky and save them, like a lifeboats going to come trawling through just to look for any stragglers, warm blankets and enough room for three boys. Fat fucking chance.

Taiga’s known Tatsuya long enough to know when he's lying; he knows when Tatsuya fakes things; he knows when Tatsuya’s lips are turning blue. Tatsuya’s still smiling, soft like he’s in pain.

“Shuu,” he says.

Shuuzou’s eyes snap open; he tries not to move and rock the door; he holds Taiga closer and Taiga can feel his breath, too cold but still warmer than the frigid air, than the water lapping at them.

“Take care of Taiga,” he says.

And then he lets go; Taiga screams and Shuuzou holds him; he can’t move and he can feel the air of his breath, raw in his throat, ripping from him and rocking the door but he can’t stop it; he can’t stop the energy that’s somehow poured into him from somewhere. He screams and screams until he feels like he’s about to pass out, until he thinks he might join Taiga, until he hears a splashing in the distance.

“Hey! Hold on; we’ll get you!”

It’s Shuuzou’s rescuers, too little too late, a crew of entirely unfamiliar people in a lifeboat that makes Taiga sick to his stomach (if he had anything left in there) just to see. Here he is, ripped finery; here’s Shuuzou in a borrowed suit; here they are without Tatsuya. It’s like a cruel dream, and maybe they’ll wake up in the ship, his and Tatsuya’s room in first class, Shuuzou lying between them. Maybe they’ll wake up to all wash under the waves, three sets of hands joined in a ring. It should have been Taiga in the water; there’s more of him; he could have pushed himself (he was always better than that at Tatsuya). Somehow, Shuuzou pushes them both onto the boat; Taiga clings to him; he wasn’t supposed to let go of Tatsuya and he’s damn well never going to let go of Shuuzou now.

“You’re okay,” Shuuzou whispers into his hair, and it’s a lie Taiga can’t even pretend to believe.

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Aomine Daiki/Midorima Shintarou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: this kind of theme is my weakness??

Prompt:
Flashlight - Ellie Goulding

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Aomine/Midorima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 411

***

“This isn’t constructive to our teams,” says Midorima, huffing and adjusting his glasses.

Aomine shrugs. “You’re still doing it.”

It’s true; Midorima is taking on Aomine one-on-one despite how useless it is in the middle of joint training camp; Aomine favors dunks and short twos far too much; he’s too small to block Midorima’s threes—he can try to box him out but Midorima’s been working more and more on his range, even if it’s not particularly practical to make a shot from the opposite free-throw line in an actual match. This had all started with an argument between their two captains and had ended up like this, something that could perhaps be avoided, something that really is pointless for asserting Shutoku’s superiority as a team over Touou.

“So you forfeit?” says Aomine.

“You’re kidding,” says Midorima.

-

“Don’t be mad because you lost,” says Aomine, dropping his arm around Midorima’s shoulders.

It feels better than it should in the dark, even with the growing difference between their heights (Midorima’s given up on settling into a particular height; he’s too tall already for staying the same height to give him much of an advantage in terms of taking up space and not having to duck under doors and the taller he gets the better it is for his basketball, the better it is for his wingspan, his shots and blocks and rebounds and reaching for an errant pass).

“Come on,” says Aomine, leaning up to kiss Midorima on the cheek with a wet smack. “It’s cute when you sulk, but not that cute.”

“I’m not sulking,” says Midorima.

“Uh-huh,” says Aomine.

He’s grinning when Midorima looks over. The sound of crickets is loud in the distance; the forest rustles in the wind. They could go deeper in, but they’d get lost; it would be farther away from noisy captains and nosy teammates (Takao, with his eyesight, can probably see them from wherever he is). And today’s lucky item for Cancers, procured from the local convenience store, is a flashlight.

“Let’s go,” says Aomine, his fingers brushing Midorima’s knuckles, and okay. It might not be actively terrible in there.

“If I get bitten by a tick—”

“I’ll protect you, Baby,” says Aomine. “You don’t need to worry.”

Midorima raises an eyebrow, but Aomine’s face is earnest enough (more than enough). They’re not that far from the cabins, but Midorima leans down to kiss Aomine, the flashlight pressed between their hands.

Prompt: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

[moetushie]

Ship: Hanamiya/Imayoshi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED

Prompt:
Headmaster Ritual - Radiohead (Smiths Cover)
I wanna go home, I don't wanna stay / Getting an education was a bad mistake

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 446

not quite headmaster but

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http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/54181.html

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Sangaku Manami &/ Teshima Junta OR Hiyama Chinatsu &/ Akira Koumoto OR Imaizumi Shunsuke &/ Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal, Haikyuu!!, Ballroom e Youkoso
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
I Want To Spend My Lifetime Loving You - Marc Anthony & Tina Arena

FILL: TEAM Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, G

[qingtian]

Ship: Manami Sangaku /& Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Zorro AU, Manami doesn't even wear their mask, are you putting in effort or not
Word Count: None

I seem to remember Zorro having a lot more roses than there appear to actually be.. Here's Manami as Zorro and Teshima as Elena. this was supposed to be more violent hmmmm what happened.

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[higher resolution]

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[umaibo]

Ship: Midorima Shintarou/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Demon!Himuro & Priest!Midorima, or whatever you want to make of this tbh

Prompt:
Take Me To Church - Hozier

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Himuro/Midorima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 431

‘something meaty for the main course’ = eating people i guess

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The demon demands his sacrifice once a year, his feast once forgotten but he gives awfully convincing reminders, whispered in Midorima’s ear at the back of the service, under the sound of the organ, the rustles in the rosary beads. He wants; he’s hungry; he needs or he will take, indiscriminate, from the faithful already starving for the words of God. Midorima’s a hypocrite, giving to a false idol like this, even as he preaches, the Latin words falling from his lips in front of people who barely grasp the literal meaning, hearing their confessions and forgiving them as an agent of a God he turns away from.

He presses the cross to his lips, praying that these actions do not lead the lambs astray before he offers them up for slaughter to his demon.

(He supposes that Tatsuya is not his demon; he is no possession of Midorima’s anymore than he belongs to anyone else; Midorima is the vessel he chooses to speak to, the opposite of a God, like the proverbial devil on Midorima’s shoulder but he’s draped all over, arms across Midorima’s back, tongue at Midorima’s ears.)

Midorima lays them on the altar, whispering words begging for forgiveness that he should not be given; he’s going straight to hell when his time in this life is up, down to whichever part goes to traitors, false men of God, those who cannot resist temptation, who will sacrifice one to stave off a threat to many, one a year and whatever still remains of his own soul, if there is anything that has not been burnt to a crisp already.

“You’re late,” he says, when he feels the cold like ice sweeping in, when he hears the shatter of a stained glass window (more than the tithe will give them for, more wanton destruction, a show of power).

“Forgive me,” says Tatsuya, materializing, fangs bared, the same pale as his skin. “I didn’t know we were on schedule.”

Midorima lets out the tiniest of huffs and Tatsuya sinks his fingers into the front of Midorima’s robes, pulling him forward into a kiss, meaty and breathtaking, until Midorima’s gasping, the taste and scent and sight of blood overwhelming him, his fingers all of a sudden sticky underneath the tape.

“The blood is on your hands,” Tatsuya says before he sinks his teeth into his victim, her scream swallowed before it can even begin, the blood spurting out of her chest and onto Midorima’s face, dotting his clothes, streaking his hands with the bright red stigma, the cross he deserves to bear.

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[sotongsotong]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya &/ Kise Ryouta OR Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi OR Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou OR Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime OR Oikawa Tooru/Matsukawa Issei
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: headiness, running through clubs and alleyways maybe, picking people up

Prompt:
BUTTERFLY - BACK-ON


lyrics, half of it is untranslated JP though bc there haven't been any full translations yet

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 495

***

Some of these nights Tatsuya pretends to be drunk enough to kiss Shuuzou like it’s a game, like he’s sloppy and he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s too careful for that; Shuuzou’s seen him really drunk, once (and Tatsuya can’t have forgotten that, but this is just a thinly-veiled excuse that Shuuzou won’t call him on), when he was close to blacking out and he’d clung to Shuuzou and buried his face in Shuuzou’s chest and looked like he was going to puke but hadn’t until he’d woken up with a hangover. This isn’t that; he still keeps his distance; he’s ready to get physical with Shuuzou but nothing else; his emotions are still locked away.

Shuuzou doesn’t want one without the other. Shuuzou would rather Tatsuya think of him in a strictly platonic way (though maybe he’s just making that exchange in his head because he knows it’s never going to happen) if it meant Tatsuya would let him in, let off some of the emotional burden that keeps him so constrained, taut on a live wire, shut away. He’d rather have all of it, the key to making Tatsuya happy, sober kisses and touches that Tatsuya feels comfortable giving and receiving, both of them out of trouble. It’s something Shuuzou knows his father might forgive him for but something he can’t tell him right now all the same, something he’s got to do to stop Tatsuya from getting in deeper.

Tatsuya makes the motions of advancing to fight sometimes, pretending to stagger on his feet but all of a sudden his eye going cold, his fist going hard at his side at some comment; Shuuzou tightens his arm around Tatsuya’s shoulders and Tatsuya looks up at him, defensive like Shuuzou’s just tried to drive past him on the court. It makes the aggression pass, a little, most of the time; it makes the aggressor move on and Tatsuya’s fists uncurl into his pockets.

“Why are you still here?” Tatsuya asks him one night, when he’s maybe a little bit actually tipsy, maybe a little bit desperate.

“I’m here because I want to be with you,” Shuuzou says.

He reaches for Tatsuya’s hand; Tatsuya doesn’t pull it away fast enough, as if enough of him wants to let Shuuzou reel him in. He frowns; he waits for Shuuzou to drop his hand. Shuuzou squeezes it instead.

“I’m not as good as you think I am,” Tatsuya says. “I don’t want to keep waiting for you to see it and.”

His voice breaks; he swallows; Shuuzou takes his other hand. They’re in the darkness of a side street; there’s no traffic. It’s calm and quiet; the nearest streetlight is just close enough to play shadow patterns on Tatsuya’s face. He could be the devil himself and Shuuzou would still want him to be happy, want to free him of his weights.

“I’m not going anywhere,” says Shuuzou. “I want you to see that.”

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[greenowl]

Ship: Nijimura Shuuzou/Kagami Taiga/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Say you won't let go - James Arthur

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Nijimura/Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413

***

This shouldn’t be as good as it is, but Taiga’s not going to dissect it too closely. Just because all the factors don’t add up doesn’t mean they don’t deserve it, doesn’t mean they won’t work out in the long term. Just because they went from a drunk summer three-way to casual regular sex to something while they were scattered across the country to the something else they’ve been ever since the summer after doesn’t mean they’ll dissipate the same way they came together. They don’t need to be together all the time, although Taiga wouldn’t mind it if they were.

He doesn’t mind the long weekends in the summer, the saved-up off time Shuu takes from his job, the streetball tournaments he enters late at night that Taiga and Tatsuya watch from the bleachers, Taiga’s arm around Tatsuya’s waist under his hoodie, warm skin and real smile. He doesn’t mind the lazy mornings when none of them have anywhere to be, when training regimens are looser and they can make pancakes and eggs and bacon, put extra cream in their coffee, slide into day-drinking and sitting on the back porch, slapping mosquitoes from each other’s arms, Tatsuya falling asleep on top of Shuu and Shuu’s hand finding Taiga’s, locking their fingers together as Shuu kisses a shape on Taiga’s bare shoulder.

They all play on the street court, swapping teams, usually Shuu and Tatsuya playing to Tatsuya’s passing strengths, all three of them stuck under the hoop and Taiga out-rebounding the both of them because he’s got the wingspan to do it. He always buys them all ice cream afterwards; Shuu leans over to lick Taiga’s no matter what flavor he gets and Taiga always watches the pale pastel slick of ice cream on his tongue; he knows Tatsuya’s face is curling into a wicked grin next to him (and Tatsuya sometimes takes a lick, too, to outdo him, or offers Taiga his own ice cream, scolding Shuu for being greedy and then Shuu reaches over and pinches him and someone almost gets ice cream in their face).

This should be as good as it is; this is as good as it is because of the three of them, the work they put in, the warmth they pass like a basketball between them, well-practiced, soft hands. This is everything it should be and more; it is everything it is, in totality, and Taiga’s never been so glad.

PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

[marks]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst, Death Cab, feel free to make this hopeful instead of all doom and gloom if you'd like. Uh, somehow.

Prompt:
Death Cab for Cutie - The Sound of Settling
And i'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could've been
If i'd only thought of something charming to say.

Death Cab for Cutie - Title and Registration
There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

Death Cab for Cutie - Someday You'll Be Loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

Fill: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[horchata]

Ship: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: who hurt you death cab
Word Count: 437 words

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots that my tongue has tied off.

***

The locker room is always a mess of sweat and stink and shouts, and Daichi thinks it's never been louder than this year. Kageyama and Hinata are unmutable, and they rile up Tanaka and Nishinoya, and those two in turn get Ennoshita going, and rope Yamaguchi into it, and by the time the rest of the team is laughing and egging them on (or scowling, in Tsukishima's case), ten minutes on either end of practice has been eaten up in the tsunami of nonsense.

Early on, Suga suggests they move practice up a half hour to compensate. Daichi agrees.

Daichi wouldn't go so far to say Suga always has good suggestions, but nearly everything he puts on the table not having to do with spicy food or karaoke has been well thought-out, well-planned, something worth stopping over to implement. Suga's reliable like that. Crazy, but methodical. Suga pays attention. Nearly everything's got basis in some fact. Daichi doesn't know what he'd do without him. Probably quit volleyball a long time ago, or saw it sour.

"Christmas Eve is coming up," Suga says, after Hinata's bounded out of the club room, boisterous bunch in tow. "Got any plans?"

"Ah, ha, not really," Asahi says, scratching the back of his neck. "I, ah, I don't -- well."

Daichi and Suga look at each other, grin, and turn back to Asahi. "Nishinoya?" Daichi asks.

Asahi turns three shades of red. "I -- I gotta go."

Suga and Daichi laugh, but Asahi's laughing with them, a little, just enough. Asahi waves over his shoulder and then there were two.

"And you?" Suga asks, turning to Daichi. Daichi notices how close they are and take a breath to keep himself in place. "Got any Christmas Eve plans?"

Not yet, his heart says. Not yet, but do you want--

"No," Daichi says, quietly.

Suga's not impossible to read. He's not transparent, but Daichi has known him three years now; shared heartaches and victories and late-night training camp sugar-high insomnias. Daichi knows what Suga's eyes look like when they light up with hope.

"I'm going to see them light the star on the tree downtown," Suga says, voice carefully light, a careful distance from Daichi, a careful measured event, with a careful measured offer: "You could come."

I could, Daichi thinks. I want to, let's make it a date--

"Thanks, but I might just get an early night."

Suga nods, and Daichi has known him three years now; it doesn't matter that he smiles and picks up his bag and walks out with Daichi. Daichi knows what Suga's eyes look like when he's disappointed.