Bonus Round 3: FSTs

[referees]

Bonus Round 3: FSTs

This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.


We're halfway through all the bonus rounds now. If you're like us, every love song on the radio seems to apply to your OTP. In this round we'd like you to serenade us with some of your top picks!

This round ends at 7PM on July 11 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

• Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (3-6 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. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi & Alex). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi/Alex). 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.
• You cannot fill your teammates' prompts or your own prompts.

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, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Comments

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto (Free!)

Cast A Hook in Me - Laura Veirs (lyrics)
Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men (lyrics)
From the Wreckage Build a Home - The Wind and The Wave (lyrics)

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/RYUUGAZAKI REI, T

[niaocat]

warning for vaguely described character death and equally vaguely described past abuse

I... um... I don't know. But I like how it turned out anyway. Inspiration came directly from the songs— one of those "Whoa... Muse, what even? What the hell? I mean... Wait. I might like this..." moments. I hope any readers enjoy as well! ;^;

Fall Into the Sea (966 words)

The ocean would be the death of them both— they both knew it.

But perhaps that wasn't so terribly bad.

Undercurrent and scales glimmered in the light of the setting sun as the merman approached the shore, his blue eyes fixed on the figure seated at it's edge. The young man's toes just barely brushed the water, legs dangling from the rock he was sitting on. There was a strangely peaceful expression on his face, and the merman couldn't help but be drawn in by it.

The human looked down at the slight disturbance in the water, but seemed unbothered by the appearance of the creature just below him. Instead of questioning it, he smiled— a warm, kind smile.

"Hello there."

"Hello," the merman replied, pulling himself partially out of the water. The boy had soot smeared across his face, and there was dried blood caked around one of his brilliant green eyes.

"I'm Makoto," the human said, his eyes slanting in a friendly way. He offered his hand, and the merman accepted it. It was roughened far more than suited a boy of his age, and his nails were chewed down to their beds. The merman took it in both of his own, stroking it and memorizing each line.

"Haruka," he introduced himself in turn, tail tossing up shimmering droplets as it flicked back and forth. Makoto's smile grew warmer, if such a thing were possible.

"Haru. Nice to meet you."

The merman thought that perhaps they had met once or twice before, but he didn't say so. Instead he pulled himself the rest of the way out of the water, sitting beside the human; his tail hung down past the human's scrawny ankles and into the water, moving back and forth with a steady swish, swish.

"Are you alright?"

"Mm-hmm..." Makoto replied, closing his eyes briefly and then tilting his head up, gazing at the twilit sky. "I am, I am now."

Haruka nodded. "Good."

The human looked back down at the water, then away towards the horizon. "Were you lonely?"

"Yes," the merman answered, without hesitation.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright."

"I made you wait."

"It doesn't matter."

Makoto let himself fall, then, into the water with a soft splash. Haru, the ghost of a smile coming to his face, followed. The two of them reunited beneath the surface, and Haru reached out to rub gently at the soot being washed from the human's face.

"Our home should be under the sea this time," he said softly, and Makoto chuckled.

"Maybe."

The merman took both of his companion's hands, then, and swam strongly out toward the open ocean. Makoto let himself be pulled along, leaving behind a trail of coppery blood that only lingered for a heartbeat or two before dissipating in the water.

"Faster..." Haru breathed, then gave a sudden push with his powerful tail. Makoto laughed again at his urgency; pulled himself up to Haru's own level as they swam and wrapped his arms around the merman. Haru fell still for an instant and they stalled; drifted, progressively slower, further out to sea and down into the unyielding depths.

"Slower..." Makoto whispered, an honest smile on his face. "There's no rush."

Haru returned his embrace, then, and corrected their course; brought them up to the surface where they emerged, Makoto shaking his head to scatter water from his chestnut hair.

The shore was some distance away, and they both turned unconsciously toward it. Sitting at the top of a ridge— a spot blessed with a beautiful view of the sea —sat the smoldering remains of a house. Makoto was surprisingly unfazed, even as he gazed back at it.

"It's a pity I set fire to it sooner," he murmured, and Haru nuzzled the side of his head.

"You had to get your siblings to safety. I understand that."

"Thanks, Haru."

"I'm glad they burned with you, though," the merman continued, tracing the scars the pockmarked the human's beautiful back. "They deserved much worse. To call themselves parents..."

"It's okay," Makoto replied softly, smiling a strangely forgiving smile.

"It's not."

The human laughed slightly. "Maybe not. But it's okay now."

And the merman sighed. "Yeah, it is."

"How did you die this time?"

"Drowned." He didn't give details.

"Ah. Figures."

"It's a very pleasant way to go, really," Haru said conversationally, then pulled Makoto onto his stomach and began to float along on his back, forcibly breaking the other's gaze away from the remains of the house. "And now you're here."

"I've missed you, Haru."

"Yeah. I love you, Makoto."

"I love you too."

They kissed, then; a long, passionate kiss that tasted of salt and spoke of lonely lifetimes spent without the company of the other.

"We should build a home beneath the sea this time."

"Haru! If we do that, we won't be able to keep a nice garden."

"Seaweed."

"Haru..." Despite his reprimanding tone, the human leaned forward; nuzzled the merman affectionately. "You should take on a human form. Then we can find ourselves a nice island and build a beach house."

"You should take on a form like mine," Haru replied stubbornly, making a small splash with his tail. "Then we can live beneath the water. Just us."

Makoto smiled then, closing his eyes and beginning to laugh softly. There was something strangely freeing about it— the simple knowledge that they had the time to argue, and the time to be with each other after they reached the inevitable compromise.

"I love you, Haru."

"Mmm..." the merman murmured, then let them sink beneath the waves and pulled the human up for a lazy kiss. Makoto obliged him as they drifted deeper and deeper into the water, leaving the world of the living behind along with the world of air.

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Midosouji Akira/Imaizumi Shunsuke Yowamushi Pedal

Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm
Spoke In The Wheel - Black Label Society
Good Luck - Basement Jaxx vs. Metropole Orkest

I'm sorry Mom

[uwu_anon]

ooooo i like how u think

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[mspoliticallycorrect]

Andy/Frank, Yowamushi Pedal

(look at this all this linkin park mini-playlist)

Numb
Breaking the Habit
Faint
Crawling

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[fabflyingfox]

marry me

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[putsch]

tanaka/nishinoya, haikyuu

dick in a box | lonely island
motherlover | lonely island
3-way (the golden rule) | lonely island ft. lady gaga
no homo | lonely island
i just had sex | lonely island ft. akon

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[nobetterpicture]

I'M ON THE FLOOR AT THIS

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

[nobetterpicture]

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka Free!

NSFW for song content

1. S&M, Rihanna
2. My Love Is Like...Wo, Mya
3. Ride On, Tohoshinki (lyrics in video description)

B)

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, E

[fullofjoy]

NSFW, sexual content, 508 words

(Self-consciousness...? ...???)

Rin brushed his thumb over Haru's lips, swollen and red. Maybe he should be more careful with his teeth, he thinks...

Until Haru grabbed Rin by the shoulders and crushed both their lips together.

They held off from this for a long time, since it would interfere with their swimming. But tonight, after their big win, there was only way for them to celebrate.

Of course when they arrived at the hotel, Rin put on a show to his team about how mad he was about the sleeping arrangements-- but when asked if he wanted a room with separate beds (or worse, a different room) Rin pretended to be resigned to the current set up. No use going through the trouble now to change it, he told them with a huff.

Rin remembered how much of a fuss he made about sharing a bed that time in Australia, both of them so awkward and oblivious. Before one rushed kiss behind a row of lockers, out of sight of the others, after their first race on the same team in many years. Keeping their relationship secret to all but their closest friends, their fumbling hands became more sure in their touches. This connection between them only came a close second to feeling each other's presence in the water. (Something that Haru would think started to rub off on Rin.)

They pulled themselves out of the room's spacious bathtub and took this to their large, soft bed. Buying the lubricant and condoms turned Rin bright red at the register at a small convenience store, trying to play it off, but in times like this he wondered why he ever gave a fuck what they might think...

Haru lifted his free hand up to Rin's face, brushing a lock of hair out of the way. "Rin--" he started to say, interrupted by the hitch in his breath. "Quiet, they'll hear..." Haru's rare show of caution only came about because he knew Rin cared about their reputation with the team. But he pushed two fingers up into Rin as he spoke, making Rin forget what he said for a moment. If anything, Rin found that a sign to be even louder.

"It's okay," Rin said, voice not restrained at all. It's a large room, and as long as they don't screw on every surface and push each other up against the walls, they would attract no trouble. Right? Even if that sounds like such a great idea.

"Bet they're... out celebrating too."

Rin lowered his hips down onto Haru's fingers, letting out a sharp moan, his gaze focused on Haru's eyes looking back up at him. He reached him to take Haru's cock in hand, roughly, drawing a gasp from him. It's not enough for Rin just to have Haru's fingers, even if they do drive him wild.

They were going to both be so sore tomorrow.

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[arsenicjay]

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!!

Kiss the Girl Boy | The Little Mermaid
Can You Feel the Love Tonight | The Lion King
I Won't Say I'm in Love | Hercules

I know, my bias is showing. I am also weak here.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[elts]

I'M BURNING TOO CUTE

PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

[catlarks]

Kinjou/Fukutomi (yowapeda)

Vindicated by The Dashboard Confessional (lyrics)
Shades of Grey by Billy Joel (lyrics)
The Rest of My Life by Less Than Jake (lyrics)

I hope it's real clear where I'm aiming here because this is the biggest stab at post-IH self-guilt. Sorry not sorry.

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

iwaizumi hajime/ushijima wakatoshi and/or oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi, haikyuu!!
PRAYER EMOJIS FOR SPICY IWAUSHIOI

if i never see your face again — maroon5 ft rihanna
skin — rihanna (nsfw)
wicked games — the weeknd (drug mentions, nsfw)

FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: E

[iwaizumemes]

strong sexual content, implied drug use, alcohol mention

429 words

His mind was a haze, alcohol mixed with lust, physical sensation and whatever pill Oikawa had shoved into his mouth with his tongue. It wouldn’t last, he wouldn’t last the way that Iwaizumi’s legs squeezed around his hips, the way Iwaizumi’s cock pressed against his ass. Ushijima’s hands were against Oikawa’s chest, he was sucking hard at his neck and Oikawa keened high pitched and broken, as lost as the rest of them.

He could hardly feel himself, only that he was turned on beyond belief and Oikawa was lifting his hips to press their cocks together. Ushijima leaned down farther, sinking beneath the weight of Iwaizumi’s hips and he groaned at the sensation enveloping him, trapped between two writhing bodies, hard, sweating and ready to tear him apart.

When Iwaizumi pressed a finger into him, slick and prepared, he was ready for it, he was begging for it the same way Oikawa was begging for Ushijima’s tongue against his cock. He knelt on all fours, head between Oikawa’s legs, Iwaizumi’s hands on his ass, in his ass and he shoved backwards, fucking himself against the thick finger.

Another finger and then another, and before Oikawa could come in his mouth Iwaizumi’s cock was in him, pumping hard and fast and he was groaning loud. He pulled off, keeping his hand around Oikawa’s shaft to placate him as he let out a noise of frustration.

He wanted them both, even if it was only once, even if he never saw them again, if they never spoke, he wanted them every way he could have them.

He grabbed Oikawa by the hips pulling him down and sliding him beneath him as well as he could while keeping his balance. Oikawa squirmed and wiggled until Ushijima could bite at his throat, licking and sucking against his skin. “Fuck me, too.” His voice was deep in Oikawa’s ear and the gasp he let out was worth the slight shame Ushijima felt at the request.

The stretch was rough, slick with more lube and painful like he wanted when Oikawa pressed inside him as well moving his hips so that it was all that Ushijima could do to keep himself on hands and knees at the mercy of the men inside of him.

Oikawa’s fingers slid around his cock, wild and uncontrolled but friction that he wanted. It was fast, filthy and the words that came out of his mouth were the same. He said everything he never wanted to say, slurred against the sheets and Oikawa’s shoulder, and he’d say it again.

PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[iwaizumemes]

Kiyoshi Teppei/Hanamiya Makoto KNB

I'd Rather Have- Manchester Orchestra
Treacherous- Taylor Swift
Make This Go On Forever- Snow Patrol

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[squid_senpai_chan]

omfg plz

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

nanase haruka/tachibana makoto, free!

i am yours — jay & the lovebirds
chasing cars — snow patrol
hello beautiful — jonas brothers

FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI , G

[kayable]

No major warnings



tumblr isn't working for me at the moment so i had to upload it elsewhere. I'M SORRY I'M TERRIBLY OUT OF PRACTICE

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[alphahelix]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Futakuchi Kenji (Haikyuu!!)

NSFW

Fuck U Betta — Neon Hitch
Animals — Maroon 5
Flesh — Simon Curtis

FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke for Team Grandstand, E

[fabflyingfox]

Sexual Content, blood play, orgasm denial
Word Count: 684

Futakuchi Kenji wasn’t used to his back flush to the wall in the alleyway.

Usually it was Futakuchi’s prerogative to be the one in control, rolling his hips in a rhythm that teased his partner until they were begging him to fuck him hard. He found a lot of pleasure in being able to make people scream before he even took his pants off.

He never anticipated that someone like Hanamaki Takahiro would come along and fuck him better than he ever fucked anyone himself.

On the volleyball court a few years back, they were enemies on a court under fluorescent light. Now, the two kissed and clawed into each other as they grinded hips in the dark, Hanamaki grinning as Futakuchi’s nails dug and broke his skin.

“What’s that look for, asshole?” Futakuchi spat to the side before glaring into Hanamaki’s eyes.

“Nothin, just like it rough,” Hanamaki slammed his forearm across Futakuchi’s chest and closed the distance between their lips again, fighting Futakuchi’s tongue with his own and dragging his hand roughly to palm Futakuchi’s crotch.

Hanamaki sunk his teeth into Futakuchi’s plump lower lip until the taste of copper broke into both of their mouths and Futakuchi’s moan bordered on the edge of a scream. His hand rubbed hard over Futakuchi’s length under his skinny jeans, the fabric painfully holding down his growing erection. Futakuchi bucked once into Hanamaki’s hand before he pinned him to the wall with his hips, rolling down on Futakuchi painfully slow as he licked inside his mouth for blood.

“Dammit,” Futakuchi muttered into Hanamaki’s mouth, reaching a hand up to pull at the short hair at the nape of Hanamaki’s head to pull his head back. Futakuchi sucked down on Hanamaki’s neck and bite hard enough for Hanamaki to yell out, hands working frantically to unfasten Futakuchi’s jeans and then his own. He then thrusted his entire body against Futakuchi, their bare cocks pressed between their stomach and rubbing painfully as Futakuchi’s head flew into the wall with a loud bang.

Hanamaki grinded relentlessly against Futakuchi as he stuck two of his fingers into Futakuchi’s mouth to wet, almost causing Futakuchi to choke before he closed his lips around them to suck and lick. Once properly wet, Hanamaki pulled his fingers out of Futakuchi’s mouth and thrust them forcefully into Futakuchi’s rectum, causing him to scream. Hanamaki’s lips pressed over his mouth as he fingered him, scissoring his fingers as he eased Futakuchi’s hole wider.

Futakuchi’s head was clouded and swimming from the need in his cock and the pain of his wall stretching as Hanamaki pressed in a third finger.

He didn’t realize he was digging his fingers into Hanamaki’s necks until he groaned into his mouth and he grazed them down to his shoulders, a trail of blood following.

The feel of Hanamaki’s fingers leaving him empty not long after was sobering for Futakuchi, the need to be filled rising to meet his need to get off. Hanamaki stared right into Futakuchi’s eyes while lifting one of his hands to his lips to lick the blood off.

“What are you waiting for?” Futakuchi hissed.

“Waiting, what’s that?” Hanamaki positioned himself at his entrance and thrust in hard and quick, earning a howl out of Futakuchi, “I’m going to eat you alive.”

Hanamaki reached down and held Futakuchi’s cock at the base as he fucked him, his other arm lifting Futakuchi’s legs and he thrusted into him against the wall. Futakuchi’s moans and screams escaped his lips in rhythm with Hanamaki’s merciless pace.

“Fuck, fuck , FUCK, F U C K-”

Hanamaki sweat bullets, mixing with the blood on his neck and back, as he felt himself teetering on the edge of orgasm before he stopped thrusting abruptly and gripped tightly at Futakuchi’s base, making him screaming louder as Hanamaki thrust in again a few more times before releasing Futakuchi’s cock as his rectum walls started to squeeze tighter. A final hard thrust and Hanamaki filled Futakuchi with his own juices and the sensation caused Futakuchi to cry out as he came over both their chests.

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto (Free!)

Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk (lyrics)
Apricot Tea - The Robot Ate Me (lyrics)
Halo - covered by Abigail B., original by Beyonce (lyrics)

(casually prompts the song that's on literally every single makoharu fanmix...)

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[capsoumako]

No major warnings apply.

"if you be my star, i'll be your sky
i live to let you shine, i live to make you free"

PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[intricacies]

tanba koichiro &/ manaka kaname, daiya no ace
no i was not thinking of their injuries what are you talking about hahahaha ha h a......

how to save a life — the fray
say something — a great big world & christina aguilera
lego house — ed sheeran

FILL: team daiya no ace, G

[kuramochi]

no warnings apply, 415 words
sweats i wrote like four different versions of this and this is the most coherent one. sometimes i have more feelings than words.

kouichirou knows regret is a heavy thing, the view from the dugout at the bottom of the ninth, a numbed arm, a cramped leg. a trip to the beach with his best friend during the last days of summer, broken promise lying in the sand between them like an open wound. looking at kaname framed against the sea, salt on kouichirou's lips and the sun in his eyes, things unsaid crowding the soft cavern of his mouth. it's a treasure chest without a key, a map without a compass.

kaname says i can't give up like this and kouichirou says nothing.

*

a year later, they drive up to koshien together to watch the finals, far away from the sea air and the lonely cry of gulls. in some ways it's more of a pilgrimage than a roadtrip, kouichirou's hand folded together on the dash and the sun haloing kaname's profile in a wash of heat and light. the imprint of it is stark on kouichirou's eyelids when he closes his eyes, but it always is. kaname is always there, between thoughts of stretching regimens and grip adjustments, natural as breathing. kouichirou wouldn't know how to stop thinking about him if he wanted to.

kouchirou's had so many lessons to learn and relearn in the last year, working his way up from the bottom on a new team, in a new place. he knows now that even when he isn't carrying the ace number, that weight never leaves, branded between his shoulder blades. failure and regret, a montage of things he could have done differently, the dangling thread of their pact to meet on the field as equals. use it for fuel or throw it away. dwelling on mistakes means repeating them. he's doing better, he is.

kaname shifts, fingers tapping the wheel to the beat of the song on the radio. kouchirou watches him, neatly buzzed hair and tanned hands, permanent furrow of his eyebrows making him look older than he is. this is a pilgrimage because they're both moving on.

later, they'll sit in the stands together, shoulders pressed tight and hands interwined between their knees. kouichirou figures kaname knows better than most what it's like to leave his heart out on the field and neither of them are here to collect debts. there's a prayer pressed between their palms, small and bright. this place and this dream are no longer attainable, but it's not the end, not for baseball and not for them.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[putsch]

mihashi/abe; oofuri

charlie darwin | the low anthem
firewood | regina spektor
ways to go | grouplove
upside down world | paisley rae

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[uwu_anon]

Tajima Yuuichirou/Mihashi Ren, oofuri

Eyes In This House - VEINS
Broken Necks - eskimeaux
We move closer to each other - LADY QUEEN PARADISE

welcome to lo-fi oofuri hell

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

[sylphofkarkat]

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal

Eternity Served Cold by Malcolm Brown
Superego by Yan "Nucleose" Rodriguez
Jack and Black Queen by Miss Prince and Homestuck Gaiden (lyrics on page)

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G

[elucidatedlucy]

Major tags: None
Additional tags: Trans character, i went for the silliest kind of response to this, i'm really quite sorry about that part of things but at the same time i know Someone who absolutely would go for the gold on this, [teshima voice] let me tell you about homestuck
Word count: 1167

Manami didn't listen to much music.

They found out that Teshima, on the other hand, never stopped, even if they were sliding off the couch in endless droning misery at another indie pop song about stars or a chiptune medley too similar to games they were sick of hearing from or about.

When the melancholy chimes of another tune started up, they rolled over the back of the couch next to him. "Teshima-san. Don't you think this is a little melodramatic?"

"What? No! Of course not." Throwing a wounded glare their way, he plugged in his headphones. He wore them around his neck, blaring at max volume, maybe because he thought it looked cooler for being that much less functional, so in the end it helped nothing. "Listen, if you saw the context of this song, you'd get why it's like this. You can't judge it based on some random listening, you don't even know the name."

They looked at the screen - just to see a list of english titles that made absolutely no sense. "...Ego? I guess that fits you at least."

"No, not that, you should - okay, listen, it's this ... comic, online." At his explanation, Manami hung upside down on the couch and slid down, until he grabbed their leg and stopped them. "Listen, it's ... okay, it's kind of like a game, and a big chat log, and it has cool music in it. You play a lot of games, don't you?"

They opened their mouth and made a sound akin to a creak, until he let go and allowed them to slam into the ground head first. From the ground, they answered, "Just because I play games doesn't mean I get any enjoyment out of them."

"Great! I doubt that most of the people who read this thing enjoy it either. Match made in heaven." Teshima spun his laptop around until they didn't have much choice but to look at it. "And plenty of people in the comic complain about games too, so, hey, look. It's like it's made for fucks like you."

"This is in english ... I hope you realize." They groaned, looking at the amount of pages. "Did you actually read all of this?"

"Most people would consider that impressive!" he spat out, jerking the screen back towards himself. "I got the gist of it. Basically."

"That's really not impressive at all."

"Just let me tell you about Homestuck," Teshima said.

They stared at the ceiling, thinking about all the times they'd refused Onoda any opportunity to introduce them to a new anime and every time they'd shoved a book Miyahara gave them behind their bed.

"I guess," he went on, smug, "If you're just going to give up like that..."

"...Okay, what is it."

The art was minimal - bits and pieces of absurdity reminded them of what little they played of The Sims before giving up and turning over the entire mess of trapped bodies in a pool to Kuroda to take care of.

"Why do they keep making jokes about the arms," Manami asked, deadpan.

"I love that joke!" His smile faded a little at their dispassionate glare, so he cut into an explanation. "Basically, readers submitted commands way back when it started and the kids didn't look like they had arms, so everyone made that comment."

"It's a sprite, though. The arms aren't going to show up on a sprite unless they're in use. Did any of these people ever play a game before?" They clicked ahead, skipping page after page of unnecessary tomfoolery, faster at the way Teshima cursed and tried to slap their hands away. "They're just wasting their time on unfunny comments when they could ... leave? Why not just leave their house." They sniffled. "There's nothing keeping him in there. If he tried hard enough, he could just climb out the bedroom window. I did that all the time at 13."

He managed to get enough of a grip on their face to wrench them away. "That's not the point! The point is that it's a joke comic."

"Then why are you showing it to me?"

"You need to understand why the music isn't melodramatic!" He skipped ahead to a slowly loading flash page, before frowning. "Maybe that isn't the best example." Running through dozens more pages, Manami could faintly make out pictures of dead cats and strange puppets, finding themself wondering more and more just what Teshima's taste in media was supposed to be - or how this entire mess was supposed to be like a game.

He stopped at a different flash, this one set upon actually leaving a house that was on fire. It was vaguely more interesting, but half-way through, he changed his mind again, clicking through, and finally, "...You know what? Never mind."

They snorted at how easily he gave up, glancing at the screen, and said, "What's that though?"

"What, the intermission? You wouldn't get it."

Manami tilted their head. "They look like weird chess pieces. That one has a hat like you do, too." They leaned forward, trying to make out the complicated terminology along the bottom of the screen. "Kind of reminds me of some older choose your own adventure games I saw on the 3DO and such ..."

He didn't speak until they looked back to him, and saw the shock on his face. "You get this?"

"Yeah?" It took a moment, of them brushing their hair away, before they looked back to him with excited disbelief in their eyes. "Don't tell me ... you can't read this part at all?"

He stumbled over nos, basicallys, a few different it doesn't really matters, their smile growing wider and wider by the moment, until he finally slapped his hand down. "It's really confusing! And I don't see what it has to do with the plot of the rest of the comic. I don't know why the format is entirely different. Anyone would be confused!" He skipped ahead. "See, there's this weird time thing going on, and only one video in the entire segment, and almost everyone here dies out of nowhere, and..."

"It's cool!" Manami leaned closer, laughing a little. "I like her." They looked back to him. "Does she die?"

"...I think she gets killed by the guy in the hat."

"Oh! How does that happen."

"Uh ... she has a bunch of blue blood inside her, which is ... a frog, but the frog is a unive-"

"No," they put a finger over his mouth. "No, just this one. None of that."

"...Okay. The guy in the hat shoots her, after she says something like ... Draw, Spades."

"Wow ... why does she ask him to do that?"

"They're kind of in this relationship where they," and he fell into silence.

"What?"

Teshima's expression fell, grim, and tired, until he closed his computer whole sale and pushed them off the couch. "I feel like going out for a race."

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Terushima/Shirabu Haikyuu!!


Grace Kelly - MIKA
Bailando - Enrique Iglesias
Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo warning: substance use/abuse

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Arakita Yasutomo/Toudou Jinpachi (ywpd)

I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked - Ida Maria
(lyrics)
Wish Me Well (You Can Go To Hell) - The Bouncing Souls (lyrics)
(unfortunately the lyrics don't include the dialogue at the end :/ )
Still Into You - Paramore (lyrics)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[stereosymbiosis]

yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Yamazaki Sousuke / Matsuoka Rin, Free!

"Featherstone" - The Paper Kites
"Both Hands" - Ani DiFranco
"Maps" - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs

I'd be more sorry if I wasn't just asking somebody to break my heart to pieces

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

[fullofjoy]

No content warnings apply

That's an airport... passage into the plane thingy. Because I really can't draw with pen. WAAAIIIIT

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

[nobetterpicture]

Fukutomi Juichi/Arakita Yasutomo (onesided Arakita->Fukutomi) Yowamushi Pedal


1. Hello Hello, XIA (lyrics translation)
2. 사랑이 싫다구요 (I Don't Like Love), XIA (lyrics translation)
3. Fine Thank You And You?, 10CM (lyrics in the video)
4. Someone Like You, Adele
5. The Scientist, Coldplay


deleted my original because I forgot a song and now this is even MORE painful I'm so masochistic, I'm sorry.

FILL: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[momoshiro]

Warnings: none
Word Count: 1119

After baseball ends for him, Yasutomo becomes an expert at quitting. Disillusionment makes a nest for itself between his ribs and pushes out everything else; his dreams of making it to Koushien, going pro, making his dad proud, all of it.

Giving up without even trying, he rationalizes, will just make the whole business of living less disappointing, and it's easy enough to pretend he never wants at all. Days, then weeks, then months go by, aimlessly, in a cloud of anger and violence and shouts from the baseball diamond he's been evicted from since his elbow can no longer make rent, and Yasutomo determinedly thinks that there is nothing in this world worth wanting, anyway. He'll just make the most of nothingness and eventually go up in flames.

Then he loses a race riding his motor-scooter, to a boy on a bike with an iron mask for a face, and he finds himself quickly waking up to all his old dreams, to the stickiness of exertion beading on his skin and the hunt for victory tasting of fresh blood in the back of his throat. He's wanting, wanting to beat this iron-mask who stares at Yasutomo like he's worth something, and sticks up for him, and doesn't complain when Yasutomo steals his bike and rides it for hours without permission. It's beautiful and terrible and makes him ache, burning in his veins, but for the first time in a long time, he feels alive, even just grinding on the rollers under iron-mask's watchful eyes.

The first time he competes in a race, he knows he's going to keep on wanting. Iron-mask holds out a hand to him and promises him a win, and Yasutomo takes that hand, knowing and memorizing all at once the sureness of that grip and the steadiness of the eyes that meet his own.

Iron-mask earns Yasutomo knowing his name, Fukutomi, when they cross the finish-line. Fukotomi's expression is softer, somehow, when he meets Yasutomo's eyes again, and Yasutomo, with his heart in his throat, is so incredibly... incredibly amazed to be able to feel this much again, when he'd thought he'd left everything behind on the middle school baseball field.

Yasutomo becomes Fukutomi's assist, and stops giving up. He lets that hard-earned expertise at quitting slip through his fingers like sand and replaces it with tenaciousness, earning himself a nickname and a reputation as he pulls Fukutomi to finish after finish, victory after victory. Fukutomi takes apart his loneliness and his rage piece by piece, and Yasutomo rebuilds himself better, stronger, unable to quit anymore and the memory of being someone who did so distant in the face of Fukutomi's approval. Yasutomo won't disappoint him

Fukutomi and cycling, for Yasutomo, become one and the same, become everything, and Yasutomo rides during the day and dreams about riding at night, and trying, doing, wanting, and days don't crawl by anymore, they race.

It's not until he's in college, racing for a different team, that he realizes that somehow, over the years, he's started chasing more than just victories when it comes to Fukutomi. Yasutomo has never really been the kind of guy to plan ahead, or notice the extra, unnecessary things, but the emptiness he feels, when the space just behind him is empty of Fukutomi's presence-- expectant eyes and unwavering strength-- is not extra, or unnecessary. It's an obvious lack, and when, winded and exhausted, he crosses the finish in seventeenth place, the race feels unfinished, like he's got kilometers still to go.

In his dreams that night, he finishes the race at Fukutomi's back, and finally, finally he can rest.

He realizes it's a new type of want in their next race.

He's scraping up the outside of his calf, bike tilted nearly parallel with the gravel path, and the rain is so cold it feels like ice on his spine, frozen fingers stretching outward across his shoulder blades despite the continuous motion of his legs, the furious pump of his blood. Sixteen kilometers left, and it's nothing, not when Yasutomo's already covered that much ground six times over, along grueling uphills and demanding straights. They're on the downhill, now, and the curves are perilous, unseating at least three riders in his periphery since they'd entered this part of the course.

He's gripping the handlebars so tight that there's a numbness in his fingers, and water drips into his eyes, obscuring his vision and leaving his cheeks wet, like he's been crying.

And Fukutomi looks back at him over his shoulder, thick brows furrowed together and jaw set with determination, and Yasutomo's heart dips, all the way down to the bottom of his gut, and he wants to ride with him-- like he'd wanted the Koushien, wanted to ride in that first bike race, wanted to win third year inter-high-- and the shock of that has him falling, feet still fastened to the pedals, into the grass on the second to last curve. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know Fukutomi is getting further and further way from him.

Yasutomo wonders which he fell in love with first: Fukutomi or cycling, or if they've ever been separate for him at all.

When the race ends, Fukutomi in first place, Kinjou in second, Fukutomi offers him a sports drink, face set like an iron-mask but mouth noticeably curling down at the edges.

"You were distracted," Fukutomi says to him, those thick eyebrows twitching in what has always been Fukutomi's version of visible concern.

"Not everyone can be 100 percent bikes like you, Iron Mask," Yasutomo replies. It's still raining, and the water has turned the gold of Fukutomi's hair almost brown, and drops catch between his lashes.

"You can't get distracted during a race." Fukutomi sets a hand on his shoulder, and his fingers dig in just enough to convey seriousness, and Yasutomo...

Yasutomo wants to keep Fukutomi here, next to him, even in the rain, thighs burning and stinging scrapes down the side of his leg. Fukutomi's looking past Yasutomo, though, over to where his new team is gathering, and his hand slips from Yasutomo's shoulder.

"See you next race," Fukutomi says, and Yasutomo balls his free hand up into a fist and presses it to the emptiest part of his stomach, and...

He wants, and suddenly... Suddenly it's like middle school all over again, the feeling of wanting something he'll never, ever have. He knows this is like baseball, and no amount of trying is going to change the way things have changed.

Yasutomo just wishes he was still good at giving up, because in the end, it's like this, wanting, not quitting, that he'll go up in flames.

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin or Makishima Yuusuke/Tadokoro Jin/Toudou Jinpachi or Tadokoro Jin/Toudou Jinpachi (ywpd)

nsfw for songs #2 and #3

That Man - Caro Emerald (lyrics)
Jeepster - T. Rex (lyrics)
Sex Bomb - Tom Jones (lyrics)

(not sure if this needs to be pointed out, but all of these songs are about Tadokoro :^] )

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[arsenicjay]

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!!

When You Thought You'd Never Stand Out | Copeland
Like Real People Do | Hozier
To Be Happy Now | Copeland

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[aeglos]

WHY AM I ON YOUR TEAM

PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[fabflyingfox]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Sugawara Koushi Haikyuu!!

NSFW preferred

Cupid Boy - Kylie Minogue
Show Me - Zinc
Positive Tension - Bloc Party
Make Me Sweat - Basement Jaxx

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

[paltita]

I Am........................

i'm hearing murderers boyfriends??? :^)))))))))))))))))

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto (Free!)

I'm Into Something Good - The Bird and The Bee (lyrics)
Tout Doucement - Feist (lyrics inc. English translation)
Another Day - Pomplamoose (lyrics)

FILL: SWAG 2016

[(Anonymous)]

anon #1
no tags
graphics/media fill

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[uwu_anon]

Manami Sangaku/Midousuji Akira/Imaizumi Shunsuke, yowamushi pedal

Bunny - Ivy Hollivana
Nefelibata I - Rosella Carmesi
Don't Follow Me - Stef T