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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!
PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU
Locomotive - Alex Winston
You Don't Understand Me - The Raconteurs
Hold Me Down - Motion City Soundtrack
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FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T
722 words
“You started this, Ushiwaka, you started it so you finish it. Just say the words.”
The room was darker than it should have been, the lamp on the bedside was missing a bulb, the shade half covered with an old t-shirt. Oikawa pulled his own shirt over his head as he spoke.
Ushijima was sitting on the end of the bed, arms crossed over his bare chest and his pants still unbuttoned at the waist. He didn’t respond and Oikawa wanted to punch him, or scream, something to make him speak, or to make him take back what he just said.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?” Oikawa prompted again, once he was fully dressed, he grabbed his bag from the floor, slinging the strap over his shoulder. “Aren’t you going to tell me I was an idiot? Aren’t you going to make some point about how we should have done this better? Don’t even bother.” He turned towards the open door but he didn’t want to be the first one to leave.
“I can’t.” Ushijima said. It was a statement with no hint of follow up and he stared at the carpet between his feet. Oikawa turned back around. Ushijima was hunched over, looking smaller than he’d ever seen him.
“You can’t what?” His voice was sharp, and he wished it could cut.
“Tooru--”
“No! You can’t call me that now.”
“Oikawa.”
He was silent in response and Ushijima continued.
“Oikawa, I can’t end it.”
Oikawa laughed and it twisted in his chest. “You can’t end it? What do you think you just did, Wakatoshi?” He said the name with as much malice as he could muster, he was afraid he’d just end up sounding broken.
“I didn’t.” He stopped, taking a deep breath and running both hands over his face so hard he was apt to scratch through the skin. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
Oikawa swallowed. “How did you mean it?”
“You could-- you could have left him… all this time, you could have left him for me, if you wanted to. I could not leave, not even if I tried.”
“Don’t talk about him, you promised, we promised we wouldn’t.” Oikawa turned back towards the door and closed his eyes. He hated how he had said we, it sounded like it needed further explanation. Which ‘we’, Tooru?
“You go home to him, and I stay here alone. I don’t think you comprehend how that feels.”
He wanted to argue, to fight against the logic but he knew he couldn’t. It had been an easy dream, to have them both, to have what he wanted, but now he wasn’t sure who he was fooling. Maybe he’d only been fooling himself.
“None of this was true, we both knew that.” Oikawa whispered, he was half afraid Ushijima wouldn’t hear him.
“Yes.” He replied. “I knew that. But how was I supposed to tell you I’d broken the rules? I need you.”
“Is that why you just dumped me?” He still couldn’t look in Ushijima’s direction, and his hands were clenched into fists so tight he was afraid he’d bleed.
“I told you--”
“I know. You didn’t mean it that way. What did you mean to say, then?”
“I can’t, not now.”
“It’s now or never, Ushiwaka, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“I can’t hold you back anymore.” The words, Ushijima’s own parroted back at him fell like a weight to the floor between them.
“What if I want to be held back?”
The silence stretched until Ushijima spoke again.
“You hold me back, hold me down like… like gravity, like something natural, like an anchor, a root. I don’t know how to function correctly without you Tooru.”
“You were right before. This never would have worked.” Oikawa’s own words ripped at the fresh wound in his chest with sharp claws. He couldn’t stop now, not when he’d only just made up his mind. “I’m leaving, Ushijima.”
He turned and walked through the door, wishing he didn’t have to pause by the front door to don his shoes. Ushijima hadn’t followed but his voice drifted from the bedroom.
“Come back, please, any time. Just come back.”
Oikawa shut the door behind him before the tears could leave his eyes.
Re: FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T
Re: FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T
LIKE
THE WORDS???? WITH SO MANY EMOTION?????????????
like I can totally feel the pain and is awesome :')))!!
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FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, G
He should've learnt his lesson, really, he should have. It isn't the first time it happens--this quitting, not quitting, walking on a thin rope with arms swinging awkwardly, trying to pretend there's balance and confidence to their steps.
After graduating from high school, they had the (un)fortunate luck of bumping into each other again in college. Like they’re meant to revolve around each other; like they had in middle school, in high school.
Kissing him in the locker rooms of their gymnasium is a first. It's been two months they've been hanging around each other, and a little more than three months of no touching, no nothing.
Oikawa's girlfriend had already dumped him in high school because of how little time he spent with her, how little effort he'd put into the relationship, slamming volleyball after volleyball and Ushijima's face--tattooed behind his eyelids--fueling his drive.
They were young boys who did not do well with obsession. Ushijima wanted as hard as he spiked, Oikawa fought with teeth and nails. Literally. Ushijima remembers the times he had to cover up scratch marks and bite marks.
"I'm not doing this anymore," Oikawa had said a few weeks before high school graduation when he ran into Ushijima during his morning run.
"Doing what?"
"'This', whatever it is you and I are doing," Oikawa motioned with his hands like he couldn't quite grasp the concept of whatever was going on between them. As if this was the first time he'd ended 'things' between them, "You and I have nothing in common. You don’t understand me."
Ushijima wanted to point out that whenever he'd try to talk to Oikawa he'd shut him down, snarling that he should stop pretending he cared about him at all.
"She still loves me. I was a bad boyfriend to her in the past, all because I spent too much time obsessing over you and a hypothetical win I never got," he had shrugged like he was unaffected, "Oh well, whatever. I'm going to make it up to her."
Ushijima did care. He still does.
The locker feels cold against his sweaty back, but he doesn't know if the goosebumps rising on his skin and the hairs standing on his neck are because of the cold or the press of Oikawa's lips against his. He kisses like he's starved, and Ushijima is as predictable, as easy as always. He rests a hand under soft brown hair, against the nape of Oikawa's neck.
"What have you done to me?" he chokes out accusingly before teeth trap Ushijima's lower lip and tug like he wants to tear it off. Tear Ushijima apart bit by bit.
Truth is, Ushijima has been torn apart by Oikawa Tooru a long time ago. He doesn't even fight, he doesn't even push him away. His girlfriend must have been texting him while they were practicing, Ushijima thinks as he closes his eyes and follows the heat of Oikawa's mouth.
"You hold me down," he's seething as he pulls away completely, choosing to sink his teeth in the flesh between Ushijima's neck and shoulders.
Ushijima brushes Oikawa's hair with a gentleness no one would ever suspect him to demonstrate. He tilts his head to the side, and through lidded eyelids he tries to focus on the light in the ceiling.
He bites his lip--still swollen and wet--to stop himself from telling Oikawa he's everything.
He feels like somehow, Oikawa heard him, because of the press of his nails on the small of his back. Ushijima can't stop thinking about his girlfriend, and how she will probably still text him tomorrow during practice.
And the day after. And the week after.
He's everything, so he keeps quiet.
Re: FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, G
omg you used quotes frodm ghadslt he songs!??!! !! i'M SO....THANK YOU.... WHY DID I PROMPT A SAD THING I'M S AD btu i love you tysm
Re: FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, G
i'm so glad you like it!!!! :')