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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 1075
this song is about the bruins but do you know who else wears black and gold (also whoops this got out of hand lmao)
***
The third period is already a grind; Aomine’s legs are heavy with the weight of the rising ice time, going up throughout the playoffs in a steady slope. He doesn’t have a saturation point, though; there’s no such thing as too much; he’s not going to start losing a step here, not when they need to force a sixth game against Arizona, not when they’re three wins away from going to the finals. He’s not reaching his limits when there’s so much more hockey left to play and when the team needs him. He skates through it, burning up the ice under his feet, ignoring the signal and taking a double-shift; the more he rests the more he feels it.
The puck skips over a stick; Aomine swears as it slides down the ice, picking up speed. He’s giving chase but he’s not the only one; he’s faster than Himuro head-to-head but Himuro takes all the shortcuts he can, pushes himself harder and he’s going to get there first. Aomine tries to head him off; there’s the puck slowing down before the goal line. Murasakibara’s still in the net, not going to come out and play it; Aomine’s not going to hear it from him if he loses this battle. Which he won’t.
He slams hard into the glass, the puck under his stick (so much for hybrid icing) and Himuro smashes into him before the whistle sounds; the play’s dead but he’d caught Aomine on the elbow. Aomine shoves back at him.
“Pay attention,” says Himuro
“Play’s dead,” says Aomine.
“Not until the whistle.”
Murasakibara pours water on his face and shoots both of them a disdainful look that says if he was still a skater--well, Aomine seriously doubts he’d go off to the races like that, so he settles for bumping Himuro on the way back into the zone before Coach calls him back for a change. He watches Himuro say something to Kagami as they circle around the dot, and then Kagami glances back at him. Aomine grins.
-
By the second overtime, Aomine’s legs have stopped feeling like they’re encased in some sort of heavy metal. They’ve stopped feeling, period; they’re moving underneath him but he’s running on pure adrenaline and reserves now, longer and longer shifts because they’re so far down the wire. Coach isn’t going to lose this just because he’d put the fourth line out there, fresher or no (and fresh is awfully relative right now), and he needs Aomine on special teams, with one of Arizona’s defensemen taking a shitty slew-foot penalty that almost gets Aomine in his face (except he’s too tired to fight). He’s not too tired to take the faceoff in the Arizona end, skate to his positioning and wait for the puck to come. Kagami’s marking him, aggressively trying to block off the passing lane; Aomine waits. Kagami commits to one side; the puck comes out and in; Kagami recovers but Aomine’s got the shot off already. He doesn’t have enough room to make the shooting motion picturesque, but it’s pretty fucking picturesque when the puck goes up and in, right over the goalie’s shoulder, the sound of the goal horn the sweetest thing he’s heard maybe ever.
Aomine raises his arms in celebration, slamming the glass; it’s only a few seconds before his teammates start piling on. Murasakibara’s the last, everyone else stopping him on the way to congratulate him on a game well-played, a game and a half’s worth of shots and then some, shutting the door all through both overtimes. Aomine practically falls into his arms; he’s just starting to hear the crowd screaming still, the announcer embellishing details, the reporters out already. They’ll be named stars, probably along with the Coyotes’ goalie; Aomine’s got no patience for an interview right now and Murasakibara’s always got even less.
“Took you long enough,” Murasakibara murmurs.
“I was just getting warmed up,” says Aomine. “I did it, didn’t I?”
Murasakibara lets him down; he taps Aomine’s ass with his stick and shoves him in the face with his glove. Aomine coughs; it smells like sweat and grime and rubber.
The locker room is quiet; they’ll go over all this shit tomorrow on the plane to Arizona and there’s too much to fucking process. Aomine’s not sure how he gets dressed, only that he ends up in his suit pants and Murasakibara’s team hoodie and no one gives a shit. Murasakibara’s been picking at the gold numbers on the chest; they’re beginning to flake off. Aomine rubs it and his hand shines.
“Stop fucking with it,” says Murasakibara.
Aomine’s too tired to argue. The adrenaline crash is already hitting him, and he’d be fast asleep in the car if they lived farther away and if the lights were still off when they get back, but the thought of seeing Kagami and Himuro right now, after a win like this, brings it surging back and he’s--not running, but definitely walking fast up to the door.
Himuro’s half-asleep in Kagami’s lap; he looks like he’s struggling to stay awake, a valiant effort (speaking of high ice times, he must have been out there practically every minute Aomine was and then some, and he’d taken some pretty fucking brutal hits; he’s probably going to be all black and purple tomorrow if he isn’t already). He makes an effort to sit up but Kagami’s murmuring something too soft to hear and it gets him to lay his head back down on Kagami’s shoulder.
“I fucked up,” Kagami says, and Murasakibara kisses him, swallowing the rest of his apology.
“Yeah, you did,” says Aomine, grinning; Kagami flips him off while still kissing Murasakibara; Himuro’s laughing and his eyes are probably still closed.
“Are you really not too tired to do this,” says Murasakibara.
He rubs at his own lower back; Kagami’s hand joins his a second later--or wait, that’s Himuro’s; it’s both and Aomine’s pretty fucking tired. He yawns.
“Don’t wait up for me.”
“That was a good goal,” Himuro says.
“I know,” says Aomine. “Thanks.”
Kagami makes a noise in the back of his throat, and Aomine’s not too tired to go over and kiss Himuro over Kagami’s shoulder.
“You’re getting that gold shit in my beard,” says Kagami. “What the fuck, is that Atsushi’s?”
“You can’t wear it,” says Murasakibara, half-haughty half-tired.
“Bed,” says Himuro, with all of his captain’s authority.
They don’t need to be told again.
Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T