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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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!
FILL: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi, T
Warnings: Alcohol, inebriation, language, creepy assholes at a dance club, weird arakita angst (i'm sorry this doesn't really super match up with your original prompt. it got away from me)
Toudou advances on him, and Arakita swings his arm out to stop him from getting any closer, more from muscle memory than from any conscious effort to keep Toudou away. His beer sloshes in his cup, and for a second Arakita thinks it might spill onto Toudou's pants. Pity it doesn't. "I'll rip your arm off," he growls, but without any of his usual heat. Toudou's told him in the past that copious amounts of beer makes him less caustic, and while that may be the case, Arakita's still not going to let that headbanded idiot put a party hat on him while they're in a fucking dance club. Toudou just laughs his pretty laugh at him, the one that sounds like tinkling bells, and that makes Arakita scowl even harder.
Toudou backs off, though, and drops the paper party hat onto Fukutomi's head instead. He pulls the elastic string down and snaps it under Fukutomi's chin. Fukutomi reaches up to touch the hat with both hands, delicately repositioning it so it sits on the center of his head. He looks faintly pleased.
"You're all set, birthday boy! Now let's dance!" Toudou downs the rest of his beer and sets the empty glass on the table. He frowns when they make no move to follow him.
"We'll join you shortly," Fukutomi says. He's still fiddling with his party hat. He'd probably be content the whole night just sitting at this table, but Arakita's bored as shit already.
"Yeah, I'm not nearly wasted enough for this," Arakita says under his breath. Toudou kicks Arakita's foot under the table before scampering off to the dance floor. He looks ridiculous, wearing a fucking party hat (no headband tonight, though) and a shimmery shirt and skinny jeans, but he gets right into the music and starts moving his hips to the beat. He looks like he's having fun, though. Which is just rude, when Arakita's sitting here feeling like shit.
Arakita scowls into his beer and takes a gulp, keeping his eyes on Toudou. Across the room, he starts to dance with a stranger, and the guy has the gall to run his hands over Toudou's chest before settling them on his hips. Toudou just laughs, though, but Arakita can only see it; the music is too loud to hear anything from that distance.
"I'm getting another drink," Arakita says, sliding off the chair and to his feet. They should have just sat at the bar when they got here instead of getting a stupid table where you can see everything happening on the dance floor, but now it's too crowded to move from their table. "Fuku-chan, do you want anything?"
"No thank you," he says, gesturing to his drink. It's still mostly full. Of course Fukutomi's not even gonna drink on his birthday.
He elbows through the crowd at the bar. While he's waiting for the bartender, he scans the dance floor to see where the rest of his team is. He spots Shinkai and Izumida standing near the edge of the dance floor, not really dancing but just standing close to each other and swaying like idiots. Manami is nowhere to be found -- he's probably wreaking havoc somewhere or making out with someone in the bathroom or doing something else equally demonic.
Toudou is hard to miss, though. He's still dancing with that guy from before, if dancing is the word people use for grinding their lower parts together obscenely. His party hat is askew on his head now. Arakita can see even from a distance that Toudou's face is flushed pink. It's probably warm to the touch.
Arakita wrenches his gaze away and brings the drinks back to the table. Fukutomi frowns when Arakita slams down two glasses of beer. "I said I was fine, Yasutomo."
Arakita slides both of the beers closer to him. "They're both for me." Fukutomi raises his eyebrows, but Arakita ignores him and drains one of the glasses in one long gulp. Beer tastes like ass, but at least it makes this whole situation more bearable.
He finishes the other beer just a few minutes later. The whole world gets a little hazy around the edges. He's not drunk after three beers, but pretty pleasantly tipsy. Downing three drinks in quick succession does kind of make him have to pee, though.
He heads to the bathroom, leaving Fukutomi with Shinkai and Izumida, who had just returned to the table, apparently done gazing into each other eyes in their disgusting, love-sick way. Ugh. He shoulders the bathroom door open, half expecting to see something obscene going on, but it's thankfully empty. Once he's done he starts to head back to the table, but someone shoves into him just outside the bathroom.
It's the guy Toudou had been dancing with; he looks disgruntled and annoyed as hell. He stalks off in the direction of the bar without even glancing at Arakita. "What the -- " Arakita splutters, and reaches to yank him around and demand an apology, but he's already out of reach. Someone grabs his other wrist, and he spins around, a shout dying on his lips when he sees it's Toudou.
"That guy was kind of a creep," Toudou says. His face is still pink, but he's not really smiling anymore. He doesn't let go of Arakita's wrist. "Come on, dance with me so he won't bother me again." Arakita has half a mind to shake his wrist free and go back to their table, but something about the crush of bodies dancing under strobe lights seems appealing now that he's had a few drinks. Toudou's biting his lip and still holding his wrist, his thumb pressing right on Arakita's pulse point. He wonders if Toudou can feel his heartbeat.
"Ugh, fine," he concedes, and he lets Toudou drag him right to the center of the dance floor. It's different here -- the crush of bodies makes the air seem thinner, and it feels like he's stepped onto another planet. There's a speaker hanging just above their heads, and the music thrums through Arakita's body, rattling around in his ribcage and reverberating through his heart.
Toudou starts to dance immediately. He closes his eyes and lifts his arms into the air and whatever the fuck was wrong with him before rolls off of his body as he moves to the music. He rolls his hips and shakes his ass, uninhibited and free. Arakita feels like an awkward idiot by comparison, and he looks around, wondering what exactly made him think dancing was a good idea. A dance floor is not generally a place where he feels comfortable; there are too many fucking people getting their gross sweat all over the place and bumping into him and invading his space. He tries to dance without touching anyone, but that turns out to be nearly impossible.
"Put your hands on my shoulders," Toudou says, grabbing Arakita's hands and dragging them up. "It's easier to dance like this." Arakita hooks his fingers together behind Toudou's neck, and his skin there is so soft. They're so fucking close now that he can smell Toudou's girly-ass shampoo. He leans in to take a better sniff before he can stop himself. Maybe he's more drunk than he thought.
"Did you just sniff me?" Toudou asks incredulously. It's vanilla-scented, and it smells fucking delicious. Arakita presses his face to Toudou's hair, inhaling the scent. His nose nudges the party hat, and the cheap elastic string snaps and it falls to the floor. Arakita just kicks it away into the crowd. If Fukutomi could see this he would probably scold Arakita for littering, but he couldn't care less about being environmentally conscious right now.
"Yeah, what's it to you?"
Toudou just shakes his head and starts to dance again, and this time Arakita can feel him move against his body. It's annoying as hell how this idiot can get to him. He can't deny how fucking hot Toudou is, dancing up against him and pressing their bodies together. Their skin is sticky with sweat, and in Toudou's case glitter. Toudou's hands dip under the hem of Arakita's shirt and he slides his fingers up to rest on his hips, and Arakita feels a rush of desire deep in his belly as Toudou grips, hard. It's like Toudou knows exactly what to do to drive Arakita crazy, and it infuriates him a little that Toudou can get to him so badly.
"What happened with that asshole from before, anyway?" Arakita asks, throwing his gaze over his shoulder, trying (and probably failing, of course) to look as uncaring and nonchalant as possible.
Toudou's hands climb, just a little, and slide around to Arakita's back. He presses the flats of his palms against Arakita's skin, and it feels like he's been set on fire. The pressure on his back makes him take a half-step forward, closer to Toudou.
"Oh, him? He wanted me to go home with him, but I said no, and he just got really upset."
"What the -- ?!" Arakita freezes for a second, and Toudou follows suit. It's like someone pressed the pause button on just the two of them. "What a fucking asshole! I'll -- I'll kill him!"
"Would you calm down?" Toudou hisses. A couple dancing near them backs away a little bit, eying Arakita suspiciously. "I handled it, and it's not like this is the first time someone wanted me and I said no. Besides, why are you gonna beat someone up for me? You don't even like me!"
Arakita feels something drop in his stomach, and it feels like someone opened a trapdoor right under his feet. "Yeah, I dunno," he mutters. "Just dance with me, freak."
Re: FILL: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi, T
omfg thank you so much i love this you're amazing
Re: FILL: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi, T